Attitude Adjustment Ch 01 1

Chapter 1 -- A Broken Heart

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Unfortunately for her, I am not. While we did seem like a great match for one other, she wanted to move a lot faster than I did, and I wasn't ready to settle down the way she wanted.

"I'm sorry Elena, this is all moving way too fast for me. I'm just not ready to give you everything that you need."

"I don't care. We are perfect for each other, you know that we are. You're seriously going to throw that away because you're scared of moving too fast?"

"I just..." I couldn't find the words.

She snapped at me. "You know what, fine. If you want to fuck around, go fuck around. I'll be waiting when you come crawling back."

She got up from the couch, and I started to get up to walk her out. She looked back over her shoulder at me and glared. "Don't bother."

I watched her walk away and out of my life, her hips swaying with anger in every step. I really hope I don't regret what I just did.

The following morning, I wake up feeling no better about the breakup. As much as I felt it was needed, I can't shake the guilt, and even more so can't shake the idea of her continuing to hate me. But I suppose that's one of the risks you take in a relationship, and sometimes it doesn't work out the way you've planned. What I need is a palate cleanser, to reset my life and get me back on track. I open my laptop, send an email to my boss that I need a couple weeks off to deal with some personal issues, and book myself a flight to Athens, leaving in the afternoon. It'll be a bit tight to get there in time, but I'm better off staying busy anyway.

I pack my things, grab my passport, lock up & hop in the cab waiting at the curb for me. I put my headphones on to make it clear I'm not in the mood for conversation, and they stay that way through the cab ride & the walk through the airport. Once I'm on the plane, I spend an hour or so searching for all the hottest clubs in the city. I put together a solid list, then pop a few sleeping pills to knock me out, and the next thing I know I'm woken by the wheels hitting the tarmac.

Getting off the plane, I feel the mid-July evening heat and immediately my mind races back to going out clubbing, meeting some hot young girls and getting them out on the dance floor. I book a night at the cheapest hotel I can find, unload my things, get dressed and practically run out the door and into a cab, and I'm there in 10 minutes flat. Walking in, I see exactly what I was looking for. It's an electropop night, the music is blaring, and the dance floor is already packed like sardines.

I post up at the bar, and immediately find a couple girls that look like fun. I focus on the taller of the two, her dress tightly fitting around her long thin legs, tight stomach and small but perky tits. She smiles at something her friend says, and I'm instantly hooked. I see them drinking what look like a pair of Palomas, so I order two and wait for them to get low before making my move.

Right as I'm getting up, she looks over to me and we smile at one another. I walk over to introduce myself, give the girls their drinks and tell them all about what brought me here. Her name is Penelope, and she makes me forget all about my troubles. She latches onto me almost immediately, and I don't even need to pull out all of my old tricks to get her onto the dance floor.

Once she's away from her friend, who waits at the bar for her husband to arrive, she grabs my hand, pulls me into the center of the room and we are all over each other. She backs her ass into me, lays a hand on the back of my neck and arches her back to grind her ass into me. I respond by grabbing her waist with one hand, and carefully putting my other just at the top of her stomach, pulling her tightly into me. She turns around, wraps her arms around my neck, and I put both of my hands on her ass. I can feel it so perfectly through her thin dress, and she shakes it in my hands.

She whispers in my ear "That was wonderful, thank you love." She slips a sheet of paper into my shirt pocket. "We're going to the islands tomorrow night, call me in the morning if you want to be my date." Not waiting for an answer that she already knows, she turns on her heel and leaves me in the middle of the dance floor, begging for more.

She is all I will need to make this trip worthwhile, so I sit at the bar and have a few more drinks while watching the other, unluckier men try to snag half of what I just did.

The next morning, I wake up around 9 AM and can't be bothered to act like I'm not excited to see this girl again. I text her straight away "I'm looking for a date tonight, and there's only one girl on my mind."

I sit staring at my phone for a response, which comes a few minutes later. "18:30, Kallithea 176 74, third last boat on the final dock, look for a blue & white Bimini top and a boat named the Penelope. See you there :)"

The rest of the morning I'm practically buzzing, having to pull myself away from my phone to stop myself from blowing up her phone the day after I met her. I take a walk around the city, see some monuments, eat some lunch, but all the while I can't get Penelope out of my mind. Finally the time comes to head to the harbor, so I get dressed in my fanciest clothes, put on twice as much cologne as I should, and catch a cab. When I arrive, I practically run to the last dock, and as I approach and see the blue and white awning, I see Penelope looking absolutely stunning. Long earrings, a bright red strapless dress that hugs every one of her curves, and a matching pair of red bottom heels greet me as I board.

"You look absolutely incredible."

"I was going to say the same to you."

She stands up, gives me a kiss on the cheek, which I try to answer with another on her lips.

She coyly smiles at me. "Not so fast love, we have so much to do tonight."

As she fires up the motor and steers us out of the harbor, I ask her what island I am lucky enough to visit with her.

"Oh you wouldn't have heard of it, it's actually owned by a childhood friend of mine but she is happy to let me use it whenever I please."

We continue chatting for the rest of the short ride, until I see the island approaching. It's small, with only a single port and only one road that I can see, leading to a house on top of a hill in the center of the island. Wow, her friend really does come from money if this is all theirs. As we approach, she cuts the engine and expertly steers the boat into the small dock. I would be impressed by her skill with the rope if I wasn't busy staring at her ass as she bends over to secure the boat to the dock. She turns to me, catching my glance before I have time to turn away, and smiles, knowing I'm fully entranced with her.

"Help yourself out love, I'll be right behind you."

I step out of the boat and wait to help her out. She grabs a small purse and we walk up to the house hand in hand. As she guides me inside, just a step behind me, I hear the click of her purse as she puts the key away. I step inside and see that the house is completely empty, save for a single chair in the center of the foyer. I turn to look back at Penelope but before I do, I feel a shot of pain as a dart pierces my back. I jump back and push her away. She smiles and shuts the door between us.

"I'm sorry love, we could've had so much fun together. But I could never betray an old friend like that."

I try the door, but it's locked from the outside. I pound on the windows, to no avail. I feel myself slipping away, and try to run to the other end of the house. I almost make it to the chair in the center of the room before my legs give out, and it's only a few more seconds until my world turns to black.

When I wake up, I find myself blindfolded. I'm sitting in a chair, presumably the one that I saw in the center of the house. I try to move my arms, but they are tightly bound to the arms of the chair at both my wrist & just below my elbow. My legs are similarly tied at the ankle & shin. I can move my chest, but that is of no use. Turns out Penelope is an expert in tying more than just boats.

Seeing that I won't be able to free myself, I take a moment to collect myself. What could she possibly want? She clearly has more money than I do, so it couldn't be that. I was already into her, obviously more than she was into me. And it's not like I would fetch a lucrative ransom. Not coming up with anything, I do the only other thing I can think of, and try to reason with her.

"Penelope, are you there?"

Nothing. A bit louder this time.

"Hello??? Penelope??"

Still nothing.

"What do you want from me!"

Finally she responds. "Oh love, it's not about what I want. She needs to speak to you, and she knew you wouldn't come willingly, that's all. No need to fret."

I don't even know what to say. No need to fret? Yeah, I'm just tied up on an island by a woman I just met who is clearly a psycho, nothing to worry about.

"Oh look, she's here. I bet she can't wait to see you."

I hear the engine of a boat approaching the island, and a minute after it shuts off, the door opens. The click of loud heels on the marble floors tell me that she is walking toward me. "I'll see you two tomorrow?" says Penelope before she walks away. I feel the woman's hand trace its way up my arm as she walks behind me and puts the palm of her hand under my chin to tip my head backward, and whispers into my ear.

"You really thought you could just up and leave me like that?"

Everything clicks when I hear Elena's voice. She still has friends here from when she studied abroad. She is behind it all. I always knew she was possessive, but never in a million years would I have expected this.

"Elena, this is crazy. You need to let me go."

"Crazy is you thinking you have any right to leave me." She tightens the grip of her hand around my neck. "You are mine, and you're going to learn exactly how far I will go to keep you." I struggle to breathe as she uses her grip on my neck to pull the chair backward. It begins to tip, until she catches it. She lowers me most of the way back, before dropping me the last couple inches onto my back. I feel the touch of cold steel around my neck, and hear the click of a padlock securing my head to the floor. My blindfold is torn off of my face, and I see her smiling down at me. She is wearing a long, flowing red dress which does very little to conceal her wide hips or her thick, strong legs. Her tits are pouring out of the top, and the thin straps are covered by her long, wavy brunette hair. Even in my current predicament, I can't deny she looks every bit as sexy as ever.

"Do you have anything to say before we begin your attitude adjustment?"

I am speechless. I try to move, but with my arms, legs & neck tightly bound, lying on my back, I am completely immobilized. I look up at her, and try to reason. "Please Elena, I'm sorry about the way things ended, but you can't do this to me."

She looks down at me disapprovingly, then walks around to my feet, unbuttons my pants and pulls them down to my knees. "That's much better."

She steps back over the chair, her heels straddling my chest, and sits down on my chest. "And you're wrong. I can do this to you." She moves a few inches forward, looking down at me while she does. "Do you remember when I told you that you would come crawling back to me?" She inches forward again. "I can't wait to see you on your knees, looking up at your queen." She moves the rest of the way up my chest, until her panties are resting on my chin. "Begging for more."

She slides her panties onto my mouth, and up over my nose, before putting her weight onto my face. "You will learn to serve me." She grinds her panties into my face. "Worship me." She grinds harder, and softly moans. "And obey me." She grabs a hold of my balls with one hand, and pulls her panties to the side with the other. "Lick me baby."

I try to move my face, but between the collar binding my neck to the floor and her thighs tightly holding my head in place, there is no escape from her juices covering my face. She tightens her grip around my balls. "Lick my pussy Shaun. I won't ask again."

I protest, flexing my entire body and trying to scream. She moans against the vibration. "Oh baby that's so good, keep going."

I realize that I haven't taken a breath in almost 30 seconds, and start thrashing, trying to escape from her. She sees me struggling for air. "Oh, no no no baby, you don't breathe until you lick."

I look up at her, and see a satisfied, domineering look in her eyes. There is nothing I can do to escape, and we both know it. I reach my tongue out, and she accepts my surrender by grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling me even deeper into her, throwing her head back and loudly moaning as I feel her climax. Moan after moan escape her lips as I taste her orgasm entering my mouth and smell her entering my nose.

She falls backward onto my upturned legs, and takes a few satisfied breaths before arching her pussy back onto my lips. "Clean me." Still catching my breath, I have no resistance left in me and run my tongue along the inside of her lips, cleaning her as well as I know how.

She stands up, fixes her panties & her dress and stands above me. "I'll see you in the morning. We have a lot to discuss."