Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  "Good morning, wife." He flashes me a pearly grin, and my heart leaps to my throat. Ushering his hand in a beckoning gesture, he proceeds. "Come join me for breakfast, look what I've cooked for you this morning."

  My eyes survey the dining table laden with delicious food. I was no less impressed at the variety of dishes consisting the breakfast platter. "You cooked this all when ?"

  "I'm an early bird, my matushka taught me well in the kitchen." He replies vaingloriously, while his hungry gaze roves over my figure. "You look lovely, how are you feeling this morning?"

  "What's a matushka?" I ask before answering him. "I'm fine."

  "My beloved mother and your mother inlaw, Anastasia Molotov Nielsen."

  Wordlessly I look away from him at the food again and he entreats. "Please come here.."

  With an erratic heartbeat and tremulous legs, I slowly walk over to his side, while refusing to meet his penetrative gaze.

  "You look far more delectable than this breakfast." He utters in deep low voice. My face steams red as he slides his hand over my waist. "Come, sit on daddy's lap."

  "I-uh..is there no other seat?" I stutter under the tensing atmosphere, my gaze searches around the dining table. All of the seats were missing, except for the one he was sitting on.

  "That's why you have daddy's lap, now sit down kitten." He murmurs, leaning over and nuzzling his face against my stomach. I try flinching away and his grip around my waist tightens.

  I wasn't budging from my spot, and he forcefully gives a tug. I collapse on to his lap with my sore derrière.

  He takes a chocolate chip croissant from a plate and brings it to my mouth. In a serious tone, he commands. "Open."

  Completely flustered and wanting to get this over with, I part my lips and take a small bite of the tasty pastry.

  "Good girl." He approves in a raspy voice, eyes flickering with unmistakable desire. "You got some on your..here let me wipe it off.."

  He leans his solid body forward against my back and inclines his face towards mine. Before I can put a stop to it, his tongue flicks out against the corner of my lips and I gasp. As he retreats his face, I notice the wispy particle of croissant on his tongue he wiped from my lip.

  He closes his mouth and swallows, smirking. "Mmm..you sure made that croissant taste good."

  Embarrassed and totally uncomfortable, I nervously fiddle with my hoodie sleeves.

  "Feed me some cherries from that bowl there." He orders softly as he slides the cherries over to me while his other arm remains secured around my waist.

  "You-you are capable of feeding yourself.." I stammer.

  "You want a strike two, princess?" He whispers against my ears chillingly.

  In reminder of the punishment, I can't do anything but obey. He parts his lips while I bring the cherry between them. As he sinks his teeth on it, the juice squirts over my fingers. I'm pulling my hand away when he grabs it and shoves my stained finger into his mouth.

  I gasp as he proceeds to suckle on my index finger, heated blue eyes drilling into mine. My stomach roils and breathing hitches in my throat, as I feel the wet moistness of his tongue flicking over my finger.

  After a few seconds, he slid my finger out of his mouth and aligns his gaze over my trembling lips.

  "In Russia, when a young girl maintains..a romantic relationship..with an older wealthy man.." He commences in a low voice, eyes still trained on my lips. "..she refers to him as papik..it means daddy..Russian equivalent of sugar daddy.."

  I gulp at the lump forming in my throat as my cheeks continue to heat up from his shameless words.

  He leans forward, trapping my back against his solid chest and the edge of the dining table. His cool minty breath fanning over the side of my cheek, and with an intense husky voice he commands. "Call me daddy from now on.."

  I squeeze my eyes shut, tears readying to spill out. My body reacting treacherously to his words. He orders again low and sternly. "Say it..right now..say daddy.."

  I remain silent and he reiterates. "Say it! Don't disobey me.."

  "D-D.." I hiccup through a suppressed sob.

  "Go on.." He ushers, voice underlined by a sudden urgency.

  "D-Daddy.." I let out barely above a whisper.

  "Again! Louder!" He half growls out as if in pain, his breathing labored.

  "Daddy!" I gasp out as he nudges his hips upwards against my sore derrière. His hardening arousal hitting me against mine with our clothes serving as barriers.

  Suddenly his phone rings on the table, knocking us out of the tense over engulfing moment. I let out an exhale of relief as he groans in frustration while reaching for his phone. Clearing his throat, he answers it.

  "Yes, I'm on my way...yes keep the appointment set." He ends the call and frees me from his grip as he arises to his feet.

  "Come, let's go.." He grabs my hand, leading me out of the dining room. "I've had an entire boutique closed to the public for your convenience to shop easily."

  When we settle in his jeep, he secures my seatbelt over me while sternly going over rules. "I expect you to behave and obey while we are there. Remember, if you try to escape or draw attention..that's strike two against you and I'll whip your áss with my belt this time. Are you willing to behave ?"

  I nod my head emphatically in agreement and he frowns. "I need to hear you say it, yes daddy."

  "Yes."

  "And?"

  "Daddy."

  "Good girl." He pats me firmly on my jean clad thigh.

  The remainder of the car ride is in silence except for some classical Russian song playing on the radio. I keep my focus on the views passing by through the window, carefully trying to figure out clues to where he is holding me prisoner.

  As if reading my thoughts, he remarks smugly. "Private property, babe..all of it is mine and no one will ever know I keep you here."

  I feel my heart crumble from any remainder of hope. An hour later, we finally enter into the city. What catches my eyes next is one of my father's fast food restaurants, situated between two low rise corporate office buildings.

  I sit up straight alertly, eyes zoning in on the display sign Kashani Fried Chicken.

  "See a shop you'd like to visit?" The demons voice disrupts my focus. I quickly turn to look at him, and let out a sigh of relief when I spot his attention is on the busy road ahead.

  "No!" I was inwardly grateful he hadn't followed my gaze to baba's restaurant.

  After a few minutes, he parks the jeep outside of a two story trendy upscale boutique.

  "Behave." He warns me as he takes ahold of my hand in a steel grip.

  As soon as we enter the shop, the owner relays to us a very warm welcome. She appears to be in her late 50's, fashionably dressed.

  "So you're looking for any specific type of brand, specific seasonal apparel?" She inquires while leading us down the aisles of expensive clothing.

  "Yes, Gloria ..show us all seasonal dresses.." The demon replies curtly. "They must be modest, no low necklines..well except I'd like to see some of the sexy lingerie."

  "What ?!" I snap my head in his direction.

  He merely winks at me, lips quirking. "Can't a husband enjoy seeing his wife in lingerie?"

  My face instantly heats up like a toaster oven and Gloria laughs.

  Some five minutes later, the demon selects a really priceless magenta summer dress out from the trolley Gloria displayed for us.

  "Here, try this on at once for me princess." He drawls as he leads me towards the dressing room.

  I halt at the doorway in repleted discomfort. "Are you going to watch me undress ?"

  "I'm your husband." He gruffly answers, eyes gleaming with mischief.

  "Please, let me change in privacy." I entreat. "This is all I'm requesting of you, please."

  He stares down at me skeptically for what seems like ages, before he finally relents in a severe tone. "Remember, my warnings."

  With that he pivots around and glides away smoothly. I close the door an
d let out a shaky breath of relief.

  As soon as I turn around, my eyes land on the room's vent screen in the far left corner. Dropping the dress to the floor, I dash over towards it.

  It wasn't screwed in, but was the type that had a simple latch flip lock while one side of it hung on hinges. I glance around the room frantically and take note of trolley full of clothes set in one corner and a bench before a long panel of wall mirror.

  A plan swiftly unfurls within my head some two minutes later. I grabbed ahold of the bench and drag it below the vent. Climbing atop the bench, I quickly unlatched the vent open. Then I vault back down from the bench and rushed towards the trolley full of clothes.

  A knock ensues against the door, and the demons voice emits sternly. "Are you done changing, wife ?"

  I hastily conceal myself behind the trolley of clothes, trying to calm my thrashing heartbeat.

  "Why aren't you answering?" His voice transitions gravely as he knocks again.

  After receiving no response from me, he tries turning the knob and finds it bolted. "Little girl, you have no idea what's in store for you, I fūcking warned you not to disobey.."

  A few seconds later, I hear Gloria's concerned voice. "Mrs.Nielsen, please open this door, your husband is worried."

  When they still receive no answer from me, I hear them unlocking the door. Before I know it, the door slams open against the wall.

  I hear him storm in and halt midstep, I'm sure he's spotted the unbolted vent by now. In the next second, a thunderous growl of fury escapes his lips.

  "Gloria! Where does that ventilation lead towards?!" He demands in a deadly voice.

  "Oh in the parking lot in the back!" She replies.

  He spares no second as he sprints out like a tornado and she dashes after him.

  A moment later, I leap out from behind the trolley. My heart hammering rapidly against my ribcage. I poke my head out of the dressing room entrance, cautiously. Sensing the coast was clear, I dart out of there and crawl in between racks of clothes.

  In less then three minutes I manage to reach the stores main entrance which has been left open by both of them and spot his jeep still parked outside. This was it, my adrenaline kicks in as I make a run for it.

  As soon as I exit the boutique, I begin sprinting in the direction of baba's restaurant in the busy metropolitan street. I keep running and running, too frightened to look back. The wind whipping at my face, and my tears nearly blinding my vision. Many pedestrians throw questioning glances my way.

  Finally i spot baba's restaurant, my heart swelling in relief. I grab ahold of the handle and push the glass door in. Breathing heavily, I nearly drop to my knees as I try to regain my composure. The aroma of fried food engulfs my senses, and I finally glance up to find the restaurant half filled with customers. All of their undivided attentions zoned in on me.

  Trying to level down my breathing, I hasten towards the front counter and the Afghan cashier smiles at me. "Asalaam Aleikom, sister..what can I get you?"

  "I need to speak to Asad Kashani, is he here today?!" I question urgently.

  "No, the manager isn't here today." He replies before asking. "Is there an issue with food delivery to your home, Miss?"

  "No! I need to speak to him..I'm his daughter!"

  "AstighfirAllah!" The man gasps. "The one who eloped away from her husband with the infidel white men?"

  Oh great, these people have been poisoned by the rumours Imran has spread about me.

  "Look mister!" I level him a glare. "I'm not here for you to subject me to your holier than thou treatment, I need to speak to my baba so kindly hand over your phone!!"

  His lips purse into a grim line as he provides me a dirty look. "Sorry, I'm not giving you my phone. You may use the stores phone in the back, it's in the corridor next to the kitchen and freezer."

  Without sparing another second, I dash behind the counter and open the door leading to the kitchen. I rush past one chef on duty, who's busily preparing a pizza. Rounding a corner, I spot the phone on a small desk in the corridor opposite the freezer.

  I snatch the receiver up to my ears and dial baba's cellphone. After several rings, my call is forwarded to an automatic voicemail box. I let out a frustrated groan as I end the call and proceed to dial baba's home landline phone.

  After a few rings, someone picks up. "Hello?"

  I recognize my paternal grandmothers voice and just when I'm getting ready to respond, I feel something solid violently collide against my head. The searing pain shoots down my spine, as I see nothing but stars infront of my eyes. Before I know it, I collapse to the floor and my vision darkens.

  Chapter 30

  Sanam's POV

  I woke up with a very incisive pain that sparks continuously from the back of my head, shooting through out my body. The entirety of my figure was trembling, chilled to the bones. I recognize I'm sprawled on my back in baba's restaurants freezer, illuminated by fluorescent light.

  What the hell happened!?

  An agonized groan escapes me as I fumble to a seating position against a few crates of frozen chicken. My hand snaking its way up to touch the tender bruised area of my hijab concealed head.

  How did I end up here? Who the hell hit me!?

  The last thing I remember, was dialling baba's home phone and grandma had picked up. Then I was bashed over the head mercilessly with some hard object by someone.

  I arise to my feet in a leap, my head spinning and skid towards the freezer's door. As soon as I pull on the handle, I find it locked from the outside.

  Panic stricken, I slam my palms against the cold metal surface. "Help!!!! Someone open this door!!!"

  Within a matter of seconds, I hear the clicking of the bolts opening. Instinctively, I take a few steps back, bracing myself for whoever it was behind the door.

  My eyes distend in horror as I'm accosted by none other than Hamdard Rizvi sporting a toothy Cheshire cat's grin.

  "Hello, love." He croaks like an old toad. "Happy to see me? Coz I know I am.."

  He steps in, big bellied body blocking my path towards the entrance of the freezer. His greasy hair clung around his half bald head in wiry braids.

  I sense the bile rising to my throat, the sight of him did nothing but repulse me to the extremes. How could I have forgotten that he works as baba's most prized toilet cleaner here.

  How unfortunate it was that out of all other restaurants belonging to baba, I had managed to find myself trapped in the one where this lunatic Hamdard is employed.

  "What the hell do you want ?!!" I demand in a wave of apprehension.

  "Revenge.." His tongue slithers around his upper front yellowy teeth, like a filthy snake.

  "Revenge???"

  "That's right..revenge." That bushy caterpillar unibrow of his wiggles suggestively.

  "You're sick!! Get the hell out of my way!!!" I bellow, my eyes consistently zooming past him towards the half open entrance.