Nick's cheerful smile did nothing to put Crystal in a good mood when she walked in to the kitchen. He was setting food on the table and as she sat down, she was still grappling with the events of the last night and this morning. She surmised he had everything to be cheerful about while she had everything to lose. He had her stowed away in some house in some God forsaken part of the state. Hell, for all she knew they may be in another state. And what about her no-good bastard of a husband? Had she lost her husband to another woman? What was he doing right now? Was he banging the hell out of her while she was trapped with this man? Thoughts tumbled through her head on her predicament as the smell of food wafted in the air. Even the smell of food couldn't change her dark mood.
Having breakfast with Nick was weird and awkward. It wasn't as if they were friends or lovers. He was a dominate and she was there against her will. She wanted to yell and scream, telling him how he was nothing more than a nasty man but she remained silent, taking a few bites of the eggs, thinking they tasted scrumptious. She was trying to assess her situation, when after another bite of eggs, she looked at him. "If you had a kind heart, you'd let me go home to my husband." The thought of Charles cheating on her reared its ugly head again.
"You know very well I can't do that Crystal. Did you forget the phone call with your hubby this morning?"
"No. I didn't forget that phone call and when I get home, I just may castrate the son-of-a-bitch. That bastard set me up so he could be with his lover." Fire illuminated her eyes as she thought of what she said while staring at the food on her plate.
Nick remained silent, letting Crystal fume about her circumstances. He knew she really enjoyed last night and this morning and would probably agree with him once she got over her initial anger. But that was all mute considering her anger toward her husband. Somehow, he had to get her into a more comfortable mood and let her kinky side shine.
"Let me ask you something Crystal."
Her eyes strayed from her food to his eyes. In a semi-sarcastic tone, she replied. "What do you want to know."
"Once you got over your anger with me and your husband did you enjoy yourself last night and this morning?"
Scratching her fork aimlessly through the scrambled eggs, she thought about what he asked. It was true she liked the bondage and the orgasms. They were far better and more intense than what she had with Charles. But she couldn't shake this sense of shame that hung over her like a dark cloud. If only he would have confronted her with what he found on her computer, maybe things would be different. But he didn't and now she either had to find a way to escape the clutches of this man or put up with whatever kinky thing he had planned for her. One thing was for sure. When she got back home, she planned to confront Charles. For now, she felt helpless and in a no-win situation, struggling to confront her kinky desires to be subjugated like the women in the videos.
Crystal didn't answer quickly, instead, she stared at the eggs, bacon, and fruit on her plate thinking of his question. "I ... ahhhhh ..." Stopping in midsentence she tried not to stumble over her words, trying hard to find the right ones to say. She enjoyed everything but she still felt betrayed by Charles. Her voice tinged with anger. "I enjoyed it but I don't like to be lied to. I may have had a better time if the son-of-a-bitch would have told me he knew about my internet viewing."
Nick smiled. They may be getting somewhere. "But did you have a good time once you forgot about him?"
What the fuck was he trying to do with this inquisition? Did he think she was going to magically give in to his demented way of life? Her tone bordered on mockery and anger. "I told you I liked it. What the fuck do you want from me?"
Nick took a moment to think about his answer. This could be a critical moment in their relationship. "I want you to trust me." She gave him a blank stare and before she could respond, he added, "I want to be your mentor so to speak. Someone who can provide you experiences to satisfy your secret passions you've held inside for years."
"Yeah right. Just like I trusted my fucking husband?" she quickly added in a mocking tone.
"He was only trying to give you an opportunity you never would have taken on your own."
"How in the fuck would he know? I thought the bastard was loyal to me but I find out he's probably fucking some floozy from his office. Probably that fucking bimbo of a secretary!"
Nick knew a secret about Charles and his sexual tastes but now was not the time to tell Crystal. If she knew what he knew about Charles and the other woman, she would be shocked. It's funny how, in life, some circumstances are strange coincidences. Tomorrow she would get the shock of her life but for now, it was better to put doubt into her mind. "You don't know that for sure Crystal. Just because you heard a woman's voice doesn't mean he's fucking around on you. How do you know he wasn't at the office? Can't you give him the benefit of the doubt and trust that he wanted to treat you to something special? Something you'd never do yourself."
"Why don't you let me call the motherfucker and find out if he's putting his cock into some slut?"
"I can't do that Crystal. I promised Charles I would keep our relationship secret and I've already broken that trust by telling you about his plan and letting you listen in on our phone conversation this morning." Nick could see they were at a standstill and then thought he would try another approach.
Crystal listen to all I have to say before you answer. "I can give you experiences that will help free your troubled mind about sex. You will be able to stop hiding your experiences and you can stop hiding them from Charles." He paused for a moment to see her emerald eyes focused on him. "Crystal, you need to let me open your mind and make your fantasies come to life. You have a powerful mind but you live a narrow and constructed life, afraid to fail in your attempt to conquer and experience what you desire every waking minute." Her eyes blinked and her concentrated stare continued. "You can't stay on the sidelines forever, content to watch videos and act as if everything is fine with your husband. You need to free your troubled mind."
"That's not true. Why not just leave me alone and let me go home?" she abruptly interrupted.
Nick let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't force you to like me or my methods. Your husband and I struck a deal and I can only show you the reality of what you have bottled up for years. I'm sure he must have felt the same thing in letting you come out of the closet, so to speak." He stopped for a moment thinking she was going to speak but she held her tongue. Was he making headway? If she knew the real truth about her husband's sexual fantasies, it might make it easier for her to accept her own fantasies. But first, she had to face her own fantasies no matter how dark they were.
He quickly added in a serious tone, "I can only show you doors that exist in your mind and then open them so you can be free to participate without guilt or anger. And who knows? Maybe when you and Charles get together again, you can discuss your experiences and together, be free to pursue other pleasurable things in the future.
