The continuing story of Elena Armstrong
Dugan looked up from the work strewn across his desk as Elena enter his suite of rooms. Standing there for just a moment she managed a shy smile and an unsure wave before sitting down in a chair across from him and pulling her legs up to her chest, her chin resting innocently on her knees.
"I'm glad I went to practice but I lost my temper a bit with Aubrey. I'm sure you'll hear about it anyway so you may as well know I slapped her pretty hard, and she may come and complain of it to you."
Spats gave the young Midwestern beauty a most disarming smile. He closed the ledger he had been working on. And drank in the girl's rather provocative pose. Damn but she had a seductive sensuality personified. He wondered if Elena knew just how damn enticing and beautiful, she really was.
"So, you and Aubrey had a spat and it appears you are none the worse for wear."
His eyes had been light gay and teasing as he spoke to her, but they now darkened a bit, and his voice was tinged with concern.
"If you are correct and Aubrey had something to do with your abduction last night she will now be out for revenge. She has nothing to lose now and if the tongs are involved it could be dangerous."
Spats let his words sink in before taking a bolder step. Slowly he rose from his chair, and he walked over to where Elena sat. His movements graceful almost like a dancer's. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair where the stunning young beauty sat. His lips where barely a breath away from hers when he spoke again.
"That offer for you to stay here with me still goes Elena..................................." Dugan paused letting his words trail off, he knew the girl could feel the heat from his body knew that the drug was still strong in her system, and he also knew that a smoldering fire lay in the pit of her stomach just waiting to burst into flames and claim her.
"I think...um I think perhaps I should go and clean up."
Dugan's lips softly brushed Elena's and his dark hazel eyes held hers captive.
"Is that what you really want Elena?" His lips claimed hers in a tender kiss that deepened till her toes curled from the passion of it.
Elena couldn't stop her groan as she responded to his kiss. Her body seemed to flare with passion and need as she wound her arms up and around his neck holding him against her as her feet slipped from the chair to the floor.
Spats let the confused young beauty take the lead for the moment, He let her aroused supple young body lead Elena where he wanted her to go. When at last he drew away she looked up at him with eyes smoldering with lust and tried to shake her head to clear it of the haze of desire clouding it.
"How can you still look at me like that after last night?" she finally asked softly.
"Elena you are beautiful, and your spirit attracts me like none other ever has."
Dugan cupped her angelic face in his big hands and tenderly kissed the teenaged beauty.
"What happened last night to you was not your doing, it just happened. The city can give you your heart's desire, and it can demand a terrible price for it. Let me ease your burden, so you can find your heart's desire."
His mouth clamed hers in a passionate kiss that was so cruel in its gentle tenderness. He wanted the girl to retain as much of her innocence as possible, for it would make her all the more valuable as a sex slave, that men would pay top dollar for. He took her by the hands and led her to his bed. Slowly he sunk down on it still holding her dainty hands.
"Come make love to me Elena."
The young innocent stood on the threshold of a new life, her only real choice was to come to Dugan and make the transition easier, or to maintain her Mid-Western values and be taken forcefully into the dark future he had planned for her. Either way Elena Armstrong could not escape her fate.
Dugan saw the ravishing young beauty hesitate, he had seen it a thousand times before. That moment when she surrendered to the newly awakened passions and grabbed for the life she had dreamed of or turns and run for a home she would never see again.
Elena looking down into his eyes and seeing the desire burning in those hazel depths she whimpered softly. Stepping closer to him, she moved until she stood between his legs and tipped her head to catch his lips with her own, her decision made.
Spats savored her innocent exploring kiss, damn but she was so naïve. He let the kiss deepen just a bit his tongue just sliding across Elena's sweet ripe lips, then let her break it of her own accord. She stopped at kissing him. However, because other than that she was unsure what exactly she should be doing.