Dark Demands 03: Totally His

Gina has fallen deeper and deeper into the web of control that Matthew Dark
is
weaving around her.  She stole from him and she has information his rivals want so he must keep her out of their way.  He
’s
made his position clear – she will do exactly what he demands of he
r in all things and that also means in his bed
.  He insists that she goes with him to
his home in
Italy
but
not as his
guest or for a holiday
.  S
he learns that she is more than just his temporary captive – he wants her to become his latest submissive and her training begins when they
return
to his penthouse to pack his stuff.  

Dark takes her – properly for the first time.  Tied to his bed and helpless he is ruthless and hard in slaking the dark, sexual thirst he has for her body.  But far from being outraged at what he had done Gina
simply f
alls farther under the spell of this enigmatic man.

He proves he can control her and shows her how she will suffer if she doesn’t obey him.  Gina might be captivated by him but she still has spirit and on the plane she questions him about his personal life and they argue.  The effect is to make Dark’s resolve to turn her into the submissive creature he craves only becomes more urgent.

Conrad put their luggage in the boot of the limo that was waiting for them at
Christopher
Columbus
Airport
in
Genoa
.  He sat next to the driver and after they exchanged a few words in Italian he turned to Gina and Matthew in the rear seats and told them they should reach
Portofino
within the hour providing the traffic wasn’t too heavy. 

Gina was relieved it wasn’t far.  She felt exhausted,
it had been one long
, eventful
day and
after the spat with Matthew on the plane
she just wanted it to be over.  She’d picked at the food
he’d
ordered for them but after the argument she’d drunk far too much of the red wine he’d chosen to go with it and she felt a little woozy.  Leaning on Matthew’s shoulder as they sped along the A12 she was soon asleep,

The next thing she was aware of was
the blaze of light
punctuating the
inky
darkness
from the
hillside
villa
as they arrived
.  She roused herself trying to wake up and take notice of what was happening.
 
There was a
woman’s voice calling out and as Matthew alighted from the limo she ran to greet him hugg
ing him close
while lovingly stroking at his black hair.

Finally managing to free himself
from her grip
he came back to the car open
ed
the door
and
help
ed
a groggy
Gina to her feet.

“This is my step mother, Luisa,” he told her as the woman came forward to see who he had brought home with him.  Feeling somewhat dishevelled and inadequate Gina held out her hand to
the woman
.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Gina” she mumbled, her fuzzy brain trying to get to grips with the notion that Matthew was normal enough
,
after all
,
to have a family. 

The woman smiled
,
a big kindly smile
,
and took Gina in her
capable
arms
and
hugged her close too.

“You are welcome, Signorina, very welcome,” she greeted her in good English
spoken with a rich Italian accent
and turning back to Matthew added, “and she’s so pretty
.
”
  S
he stroked Gina’s cheek and clapped Matthew on the shoulder as if to say he’d somehow done well.

Matthew’s step mother had been
at the
villa
all day getting
it ready for him.  A task he insisted
,
given that he staff,
wasn’t necessary
.  B
ut nonetheless she’d put fresh sheets on the beds and prepared some food and there were lovely freshly cut garden flowers
in
all the rooms.

“Conrad will drive you home, Luisa,” he said kissing her cheek.  “It’s late and we’ll speak properly tomorrow.  Gina and I will come and eat with you and Katarina,” he promised.

She
seemed
pleased with that and kissed him before leaving.  She was
nice
,
pleasant looking
with jet black hair pulled
off her face into a bun at the back.  She was slightly overweight, too much past
a
or pizza, Gina decided to herself as she caught the savoury smell c
oming from Matthew’s kitchen.  How much did she know
about the real Matthew, she wondered?

Once she’d gone Matthew helped Conrad bring in the cases and he carried Gina’s through to one of the bedrooms.

Gina followed in his wake and was surprised to see that he’d put her in a bedroom
of her own
.  She’d fully expected to be made to sleep with him and this cheered her up a little.  There would be times when she’d appreciate a little privacy and her own space
.
 
The room was very pretty too.  It was done out in cream and pink, quite girly for a man who apparently lived here alone.  It had a double bed, plenty of wardrob
e
space and a large picture window that he assured her looked out over the bay.

“Get yourself organised then we’ll see what food Luisa has left us,” he smiled.  She’d a wonderful cook so sharpen up your appetite.”

“
Y
our step mother
seems nice,” she told him.  “And this house, well I know I haven’t seen all of it but it seems to have a distinct ‘woman’s touch’ about it.”

“Luisa looks after the place when I’m away and she and my sister are responsible for most of the furnishings,” he explained.

“Your sister,
” she repeated with surprise.  “W
ill I get to meet her too,” she asked?”

“Yes, of course.  You’l
l meet Katarina tomorrow
.  She lives with Luisa in a little village a few miles away in the hills above the town.”

“Katarina,” she repeated, rolling the name around her tongue in a mock Italian accent.  “Why don’t they live here with you?”  She asked.  “And dare I ask, where’s your father?”
 
She’s never imagined Matthew with a family.  For some reason the idea that he might have parents or siblings didn’t quite suit him

“My own mother died
many
years ago
when I was just a child.  After
that
my
father
married Louisa
and
they
had Katarina
.  So
we became a proper family again
.  But after only seven years he died of a heart attack.
  I was
a
young
teenager
and
it hit me hard.  I met Lisa and married her when I was far too young but
we needed a place of our own so I bought this,” he explained.  “So now you see the link between me and
Italy
and why I think of it as home
.  Katarina was born in
Portofino
she’s a lovely girl and she also speaks excellent English so hopefully you’ll be friends.”
 
He was thoughtful for a moment or two then he added, “I’d like that.”

Gina nodded
back.   But the truth was she wasn’t here to make friends or to meet his family.  The sad reality was
, she reminded herself,
that this wasn’t a holiday
.   Matthew had
forced
her come here with him
because he needed to ensure her silence.  At no time had he talked about a
romantic
entanglement.  Sexual yes – but then that was just Matthew.  He
didn’t or wouldn’t do permanent relationships so she should really try and break this spell he seemed to effortlessly weave around her
. 
Her one priority should really be
sorting out this mess
so she could go home
– nothing else.

F
ifteen minutes, OK – then we’ll eat.  So freshen up and don’t be late – you’v
e hardly eaten anything all day,
”
he said before leaving the room.

Alone at last and Gina was grateful for it.  She needed time to catch her breath and take stock.  Most important, just how was she going to get away from here?  She circled the room.  The window wasn’t locked and opened outwards with plenty of room for her to get through but there was a sharp drop down to the garden below.  She’d have to check that out in the daylight. 
But would that work?  Could she really run from here and expect to get back to
England
– she’d need her passport and Matthew had that.  She’d
give it some proper thought
tomorrow
she decide.  S
he
w
ould explore her surroundings properly
and
put together a plan of escape.

In the meantime the rest of the evening lay ahead and she’d no choice but to spend it with Matthew.  She’d shower first but she was just too tired to tackle the unpacking. 
The bathroom was luxurious and there w
ere plenty of toiletries,
towels and bathrobes.  Just like a top notch hotel then, she decided. 
So G
ina
chose
on
e
of the
fluffy
pastel coloured
robe
s from the back of the door
and wrapped herself in it. 

She bounced on the bed.  It was soft and comfortable with crisp, white scented sheets and a squashy pink down duv
et.  Quite perfect
she thought lying back and relaxing for a moment.  She checked her watch – Matthew had said fifteen minutes so she ran a brush through her damp hair and tied it back
.  She was too tired to dress and anyway t
hey were alone here – apart from Conrad that was – so she’d have to do.

He’d set the table outside on the
veranda.  A cool breeze was wafting in from the sea and Gina sat and fluffed at her hair while
she watched Matthew serve up
the pasta Luisa had left for them.
  He’d showered too and was wearing a pair of shorts –
Bermuda
type shorts down to his knees and a white fitted tee.  He looked so damned hot again – damp hair, gorgeous body and with work out of the way for a while – so laid back.