All Anne could think about was getting away. Her feelings were in turmoil but knew she had to get away for her own sanity.
"Just make it to the apartment... a few more minutes,"
she repeated in her head.
They pulled up to her building and Brian looked over at her.
God she's beautiful
, he thought, wishing that she felt the same intense love that he had for her.
Time, in time...
But now, for her own protection, he had to remind her of an important rule. Threading his fingers through her hair he wrapped it around his hand and suddenly jerked her head towards him. Looking at her with a serious expression he warned, "Do not try to run away or call out for any kind of help. Understand, Anne?"
When she wouldn't answer he tugged on her hair to get her response. "Do you understand me, Anne? You will be punished and I don't want to have to hurt you."
With a defeated and resigned expression, Anne slowly nodded her head and whispered out, "Yes."
Leaning towards her, Brian pulled her closer and couldn't stop himself from tasting her. He felt her trembling in both desire and fear which was just as arousing as her unique flavor. Nibbling at her bottom lip like had wanted to do earlier; he then started to apply pressure with his tongue and licking her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth. Sighing, Anne finally opened for him and accepted his kiss. Sweeping in Brian took total control; he stroked every part of her, learning every curve.
He was making her crazy. His kisses were aggressive but gentle, a combination that had her breathless and clinging to him. Suddenly her hands lifted from her sides and were on his body, sliding up to cup his face and run her hands through his hair.
Gasping, Brian pulled back and looked at Anne, hair mussed, lips swollen, and eyes glazed with passion; she was stunning he thought.
This is how she should always look
, he mused.
Oh my god
, Anne thought,
what the hell is wrong with me. I am so messed up, I basically attacked him.
She looked away and put a hand over her eyes in an attempt to regain her composure.
Getting angry over her obvious embarrassment at returning his kiss, Brian opened his door and went around to open hers before he did something rash. Pulling her up and out of the car, he walked them swiftly to the door so that they could get in and out of her apartment quickly.
"Remember to be good, Anne," he murmured softly, reaching out and tangling their hands together.
They reached the elevator and Brian put a possessive arm around Anne in front of the other passengers to show his ownership.
Once they reached her floor, Brian hurried her out of the elevator and into her apartment. "Hurry up and get anything you need for now. I'll have someone come and pack up everything later."
Anne nodded, "I'll just, ah, go to the bathroom real quick and, um, pack up some st-stuff..." When he just stood there and looked at her with the same intense stare, Anne hurried to the bathroom, where escape was possible.
She heard him call out, "Leave the door open, I'll go see if there's any clothing
I
want you to bring with you." His tone broached no argument.
Hurrying to the bathroom, Anne left the door half open, and thought of the best way to escape. The window was her salvation. She could fit through it and step out onto the steel fire-escape and run down the steps to freedom.
She could hear the sound of rustling clothing in the other room and figured that Brian was picking out things he thought to make her parade around in front of him in.
Yea right
, she huffed to herself.
It was then that she became emboldened to go to the window and start to slowly slide it upwards. Anne looked back at the doorway, seeing it empty; she put on leg out the window and onto the fire-escape. She was straddling the window, half in and half out of the apartment, when Brian walked in with some of her lingerie.
Taking advantage of his shock over her obvious escape attempt, Anne tried to swing her other leg through so that she could make good her escape. However, his shock only held him immobile for a second. She almost had her second foot out the window when Brian lunged forward and grabbed her around the ankle.
Anne could see the street from the fire-escape. Freedom was so close and she almost screamed for help when Brian pulled something from his jacket.
Steadily aiming the gun at her chest, Brian calmly asked, "Would you like to come back in, Anne? I believe you have been very bad." He tugged on her leg until she back through the window and grabbed her by the hair so that she couldn't get away. Almost dragging her by his tight hold on her hair, Brian didn't let go till he got Anne into her bedroom.
Brian no longer was as calm as he had been as he crossed the room to sit in one of her chairs. Angry and breathing heavy he barked out orders, "Take off your clothes, Anne, and then come stand in front of me." When she just stood there Brian got furious and pointed the gun at her, "Now, Anne." But she was too scared to move, and Brian finally got too angry to wait. Placing the gun on the vanity, he stalked toward her.
Seeing him put the gun down, Anne dove for it and of course he captured her before she even came near it.
Brian caught her before she was close to the vanity and back handed her so hard that she dazedly stumbled backwards. Stepping forwards while she was still reeling from his blow, Brian ripped her shirt to shreds and used the scraps to tie her hands in front of her. He didn't stop there, not until he divested her of every piece of clothing from her body.
He was enraged that she tried to leave him, but still hated that he'd have to punish her.
It's for her own good
, he consoled himself,
she has to learn
.