Kate was bundled into an overcoat and sandals then brought down a service elevator. A stretch limousine was waiting and Dean slid in with his body guards. His assistant sat in front with the driver and Kate wondered where she would be squeezed into. Kate kept her gaze down at her shoes. The tan overcoat was a bit too large for her and it went almost all the way to her feet. Dean peeked out of the limo.
"Ah, koukla, you will lay on the floor between us."
Kate swallowed hard and started backing away. Dean's hand shot out and took a handful of her long dark locks. Kate cried out, but Dean pulled her in roughly and practically threw her on to the floor. Dean placed his foot on her throat.
"If I hear you cry out, I will step on your throat and kill you."
To accentuate his point he applied minimal pressure, but she could already feel a difficulty drawing breath. Kate gasped and struggled for air. Tears welled up in her eyes, but strangely also warmth grew between her thighs. This same sensation occurred earlier when Dean choked her and also when he slapped her. Kate's mind reeled.
As the car made its way through the streets of Chicago Kate could do nothing, but think. This man is abusing me. Yet I cannot deny his right to do so or the effect it is having on me. Dean Richards can do whatever he wants to me and there isn't a thing I can do about it. That fact alone made her shiver and made the heat and moisture between her legs grow more pronounced. Kate wondered whether she'd be used sexually then realized it didn't matter. Dean would take from her what he wanted she knew this. Kate closed her eyes and let the tears come. Her shoulders slumped in surrender.
Finally, the limo made it to the airport and took an access road to his private plane. Dean pressed an intercom button and spoke to his assistant up front in Greek. She responded to him and he seemed pleased. This brought a measure of joy to Kate for she knew if he were happy his abuse of her might not be as severe. Everyone else exited the limo first before Dean allowed the girl to sit on the seat next to him. He could see that Kate was still crying. Dean took out a silk handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes and placed kisses on her cheeks.