Mitchell gently let me go as he felt me tense up with anger. It was running in waves through my soul. I was even angry he was letting me go. To top it all off, he gave me proof that he'd spent the last three months fucking me. Of course, he thought it had all been against my will. The prick didn't deserve the truth yet and I was feeling petty enough to make him squirm for a while.
With a growled, "Damn it," he took my chains, cuffs, and collar off. Then unbuckled the gag. Before I could say a word, he swung over the railing and ran down the dock.
At my feet lay the chains of my sexual slavery and the flash drive. I picked up the drive, collar and cuffs, then hustled down the stairs to the cabin. The dark night kept my naked body only partially veiled from prying eyes.
On the bed was an envelope stuffed with $5000 in cash and a plain ticket home. The plain was leaving Honolulu International Airport at four in the morning. I had enough time to shower, dress, and call a cab. Luckily, my clothes were all packed with one folded outfit resting on top of the suitcase. Mr. Prepared had everything planned, as usual. What he didn't plan for was the fact I didn't want to go. I hadn't really planned for that fact either. But, maybe it was better this way.
The plain ride home was hell. I kept wanting to talk to Mitchell. Question him. Find out if he sent me home because he thought that is what I wanted, or if he thought we weren't compatible anymore. If I hadn't been so damn tired, I'd have known the last part wasn't true. His absence felt like a missing limb and I wasn't sure I could go on without him, despite how pissed I still was. He broke me and my trust in so many ways.
He'd forced himself on me, even if it was the best sex of my life. I'd never wanted to be with a man. He'd taught me pain, not just physical pain. He'd turned me into an emotional volcano that was ready to explode. The only person I wanted to explode around was the one person achingly absent.
My heart was so sore by the time I got home, all I could do was catch a cab to the house, stumble in, dump my stuff in the hallway, stumble to bed and not move for the next two weeks. He'd taken me, made love to me, then left me alone to deal the aftermath. There was no way in hell I was getting out of bed. So I didn't, except to get a copious amount of booze that would last me until I died of heartbreak.
I'd thought I was straight, but he'd taught me I was bi.
I loved the kidnapping son of a bitch.
What the hell was I going to do?
