Seduced in the Dark (52 page)

At first, he’d had no idea what to do with
himself. All around him, real life was happening, and he was a
spectator. What did he know about meeting people in cafés? About
grocery shopping?

But at night, in the dark, when he found he
couldn’t sleep because the world felt suddenly too big – there was
Sophia.

Whenever he thought about running away and
returning to the life he knew, he thought about the day he’d given
her the note. She’d burst into tears and run away from the café.
He’d thought she would call the FBI and he’d been prepared to go to
prison if they were the ones to meet him at the
Paseo
.

Instead, she had met him there. She stood,
looking like a goddess among commoners. Her hair lay in soft waves
down her back, occasionally being picked up by the breeze. She wore
a black halter dress that hugged her breasts and bared her back.
She also wore incredibly tall heels. They were dangerous,
considering the cobbled streets. She’d wanted him to know she was a
grown woman and she wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

He approached her from across the square. He
was nervous. He wore jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The
sleeves were pushed up to his forearms. He wanted her to know he
was different. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore.

Her back was to him as he approached, but
the breeze suddenly died and she turned when she heard his steps
approaching.

There had been no words. He simply stood in
front of her with his hands in his pockets. Her breath caught and
for a while, she only stared at him. She stepped closer and he
almost took a step back, but didn’t. She was suddenly very close
and he couldn’t help but inhale her scent and close his eyes. She
touched his shirt and pulled him down. His head swam. Then she
kissed him, and it was all that needed to be said.

He moved to Barcelona, so she could still
attend university. They never talked about the past. When people
asked them how they met, she was quick to intercept the question
and respond. They had met at the
Paseo de Colon.

When they made love he was surprised to
discover Sophia’s tastes had evolved. She wanted him to spank her.
She wanted him to bind her arms. He felt sick about it at first.
Her proclivities were obviously his fault. Still, their games
turned him on to the point of physical pain.

He felt villainous, but what was done was
done, and now he would do everything he could to give her what she
wanted. He owed her much. Besides, it wasn’t always rough.
Sometimes it was vanilla – and he liked that too.

Carefully, James lifted Sophia into his arms
and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed,
smiling as she shifted around seeking some way to get comfortable.
He undressed and got in bed next to her. Just touching her made him
hard. He owed her so much.

Suddenly overwhelmed, he held her impossibly
tight. She whimpered and whined until her eyes opened and she
stared up at his face. “Oh my god, what’s wrong?” she asked and
stroked his distressed face.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she replied. Sophia’s
eyes welled up with tears and she tilted her face toward his.

She kissed him so passionately, so sweetly,
that James thought if she never kissed him again, this was the kiss
he always wanted to remember.

The End

July 4, 2012

6:53pm

CJ Roberts is an
independent writer. She favors dark and erotic stories with taboo
twists. Her work has been called sexy and disturbing in the same
sentence.

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