Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “Good night...” He closed the door behind him, leaving me to able to breath with a soft cry. I let the tears fall freely, sliding up against the bed, I curl up into a ball, hoping myself misery and sadness could distract me from the thoughts of the world.

  Of Henry.

  He left me alone to my thoughts for two days, only seeing glances of him every now and then. Either when he was in his office, or a clear view from the balcony. He would sometimes be alone on the beach; other times he would have a body guard. Food would be brought up to me, the butler, who I always remember him by Oliver. He was handsome, that’s for sure but he was not my time. For me, my type is...Henry.

  “Miss Cooper?” I look up, seeing Oliver at the door, He had shaved this morning, trying to look more presentable as a worker. He pushed a trolley inside, Plates covered the top and drinks at the bottom, I smiled and walked over to him, seeing him prepare each one for me to pick and choose.

  “Today we have a selection of fruits and fish. It may sound strange at first but I think it is a lovely combination.” Fish? And fruit? Greece is a strange country.

  “Please, call me Emily.”

  “I cannot. It’s against Mr Clintons wishes.” He smiled before pouring me a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed.

  “Fuck what he thinks. He’s been in a temper tantrum for two days so he can carry on having one until he gets that stick out of his arse.” I said while nibbling at the tip of a strawberry.

  “You have a strange way with words Miss Cooper, I’m not used to American language.” I laughed a little at his response, thankful that I had freshly showered and dressed before he entered. He was not the only one who wanted to look presentable.

  “I must say, your English is very good.”

  “Years of practice.” He poured another drink into a different glass, a deeper orange this time.

  “What is that?”

  “Tropical juice with a pinch of chili powder.”

  “What?” I frown at the glass, picking it up before sniffing it.

  “It’s a custom in Greece but don’t worry, you won’t be the one drinking it.” He laughed before bowing and leaving the room. The doors were left open, so I knew what was about to come. The handsome bloody bastard. I picked up my own drink before leaving to the balcony. I had recently found the cute matching table and chairs on the wide balcony, giving me the freedom to sit and talk about whenever I want to see the view. As much as Henry will tell me he is a monster, he also has a kind heart as well.

  “Do you wish to see the beach?” I don’t look up to him, only sipping my drink as I stare at the people on sea shore. Some were happy and quiet while others sat on their own, I long to go there but my own crippling fear would take over me before I could touch the sand on my feet.

  “No.”

  “Then do you wish to see around the house?”

  “No.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  “My freedom.”

  “You know you’re not going to get it.”

  “Then leave me alone to rot and wither away in this room that you have put me in.” I was bored of his questions, finishing off my drink and standing up to taste the food but he was in my way. I had to bite my tongue or else I would have said something I would regret.

  “Must you carry on acting this way? It’s starting to get tiresome.”

  “Oh I’m sorry that wanting my freedom is an inconvenience to you.” I spat back at him before walking around him to gaze at the food. My appetite vanishing.

  “You know that is not what I meant.”

  “Then what do you mean henry? Because it sounds like to me you just want me to roll over and play dead like some sort of dog. I don’t want to be locked away in this house, I want to be out there, to live and have at least some sort of social interaction with the real world.” I was seething, my breath accelerated from my anger. I was not holding back this time; I have had enough of his bullshit excuse for once. If I told myself that I would be in this sort of situation with my boss two days ago, I would have rolled over and laughed.

  “You know I cannot do anything about that. I have eyes watching my every move. Don’t you think Mr Philips will want to make sure that I am keeping my end of the bargain? He would have your friends, even your father killed if you don’t do this.”

  “Be your slave? Over my dead body.”

  “That is what they prefer.” He grumbled.

  “Oh shut up henry! You make me so fucking furious sometimes! You always have to fight me on everything! Why don’t you just agree with me for once!” I screamed, even though he was only a few feet away, I want to make sure he hears the anger in my voice, the fury in my eyes and the torment in my expression.

  “Fine.” He whispered. His eyes cast down, avoiding my gaze as I watch him think. I could practically see the clock work tick in his mind as he began to question it.

  “What?”

  “Fine. You can have at least some sort of freedom. How about this? Once a day you can go anywhere in town. Shops, restaurants, I don’t care, just as long as you have a body guard with you. At least then I can somehow keep an eye on you while I do my own work business and not have to worry about you.” I stood there, gaping at the man before me. Who are you and what have you done with henry?

  “…That seems reasonable.”

  “But- “He holds up his finger at me, his eyes trained on my own, making sure he has my attention. Oh trust me, you have my full attention.

  “Since Mr Philips wants some sort of proof that you are my slave, each time you go out, you will exchange one sexual act with me in my play room.” …Why have I heard play room before? I stare at him with wonder, thinking about what the fuck he was talking about. Play room?

  “What is a play room?” I asked, a soft blush tinting my cheeks as I began to worry on what he has planned with me.

  “Come. I will show you.” I took hasty steps towards the demeaning man, his large posture and broad shoulders looking tensed as he raised his hand to me. I let my hand slip in his as he guided me across the stairs, to the other side of the estate building. His hand was cool in mine, his skin was rough and soft all at the same time. I wonder what his hands would feel against my breasts. Would he be rough with me like he did in the office room two days ago? A spike of adrenaline shot into me at the idea of him touching me again.

  “The only people that know about this room is the people that clean it and of course, the people that go inside of it. Which is a lot more than you would think.” Henry lets go of my hand to opened the door, revealing me a softly lit room that smelled of gorgeous leather and forbidden objects that made my Pussy clench with wanting.

  Holy fuck.

  He had always said that he likes control, but this was a whole new definition. Each wall was covered by belts, whips, canes and of course, my favourite of them all, A Flogger. There was a double bed in the middle of the room, no covers or pillows and no bedposts to lean on. Only a black satin bed cover on top. There was a selection of dildos, nipple clamps and stimulators that could make any women whimper with need. I walk into the room, feeling an over whelming need to grip onto something. With my hand reaching out, Henry held onto my elbow, giving me some sort of support.

  “You must think of me as some sort of crazed man.” His breath was close, too close. I could feel it just at the back of my neck, it sent delicious Goosebumps all over my body.

  “Not at all…I just think that this is a whole different meaning of a play room.” I breathed, Letting his hand slide up my arm to my hip. His touch was igniting, setting a fire deep inside my chest. Oh what this man does to me, I could never imagine.

  “You can say that again. I know this must be sort of scary, being kidnapped then all of a sudden being asked to do sexual acts with a handsome devil.” I had to grin at the last part. You’re not wrong about that.

  “But I can promise you, this is the only way that we can prove that you are my slave.”

  “I’m not-“


  “You are not going to be my slave…but in sort of way you are going to be my submissive.” Submissive…why does that-

  “You want me to give myself at your Mercy.” I gasped, stepping away from him. Not in horror, but with worry of my own desire for him. My knees hit the back of the bed and I sit, wanting to get off the ground. I cross my legs underneath me, my eyes casting everywhere while my hands play with the soft satin of the bed cover. It felt like delicate kisses all over my skin.

  “Yes. But only in this room, everywhere else you can be yourself. I don’t want to control every little thing of your life, I’m not that sort of man but ever since we both played dirty downstairs in that office room the other night, I have every cell in my body screaming at me to fuck you. To bend you over until your pretty little ass is in the air for me to grab and to pound into until we both come undone.” He took each step towards me with each sentence, his heat radiating off his body and into mine as he looked down at me.

  “..So each time we come in here, you want me to submit?”

  “Yes. To my every need.” He growled and I had to glance down at his raging bulge he currently had in his trousers. He has already made me hot and flustered but seeing the large outline of his cock made me even more horny.

  “Y-you said that we need proof. Even if we did this, it’s our word against there’s. Mr Philips won’t believe us.”

  “..That is why I have an idea but you won’t like it.” I know exactly what he was going to say.

  “You want physical proof. No way in hell am I going to be filmed while fucking.” I stood while looking at every corner of the room, checking if he had a camera in here.

  “Not film, but photos. They don’t have to be explicit. Only positions before we even do anything.”

  “Will I be naked?”

  “Yes and no. I won’t allow them to see the beauty beneath your clothes Emily.” I calmed a little. I must say, he has a way with words.

  “So the plan is that every time I go out, we come in here and before we do anything, you take a photo and send it to Mr Philips.”

  “Exactly. He records everything that is sent in and out from his computer, the time dates, the deal we made would work. You get your freedom, we both get the pleasure out of it and you won’t be tortured like the others would do to you if Mr Philips did not make this option for you.”

  “Dying is not an option for me, but if this is the only way for me to at least gain some sort of upper hand, then so be it.”

  “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want Emily. We can forget this deal and you can still stay here and not do a single thing. You will be protected but out of sight from everybody.”

  “No…I need my freedom in my life Henry and you should know by now that we both desire each other. I know you won’t force me. It’s one of the reasons why I like you. You say that you are just like the other men but to me, you are so much more than that.” I confessed to him and all I could get from him was a staring contest. Maybe he does not know how to love or to express affection?

  “I will never force you to fuck me Emily, I have done a lot of bad things in my life and rape is not one of them.” I signed in relief, a sudden feeling of a weight being lifted off of my shoulders.

  “…Will I be choosing what happens in here?”

  “No. But I assure you, it will benefit us both. I want you to lose yourself with me when we come in here, be yourself but also submit to me. I know in that head of yours you want this just as much as I do.” Damn it…He could see right through me.

  “Your right. I do want this but right now my mind is processing so much shit, I think I need a little time.”

  “How long?”

  “I don’t know. I day, maybe two at the most.” I walked over to the door, not glancing back at the room.

  “Very well. You know where I am if you need me.” I nod before leaving to go back to my bedroom. I repeat the images of the play room in my head as I gained to my door, the way the objects hung on the walls, tainting me to be touched by my hands. I never would of thought that I end up loving being in that play room, let alone loving Henry. I was doomed to fall for him sooner or later, it was just a matter of time of when I should admit it to myself.

  Chapter Seven.

  Emily.

  Henry’s driver, Samuel knocked on the door and he walked in without invitation. He stood in the middle of the room, watching me as I sat from outside the balcony. It has only been a few hours since I last spoke Henry. Surely he can do without my presence for another two days?

  “Mr Clintons wishes to speak with you.”

  “Very well.” I signed before standing and walking over to him. He guides me downstairs, to his office room and I was not surprised to find him in a suit, yet again. But this time he has company. Eric sat across from me, his shit eating grin plastered on his face when he sees me.

  “Miss cooper, lovely to see you again. Your looking as radiant as ever.”

  “Shut it, shit face.” I said before walking over to the seat opposite from him, wanting to keep as much distance from him as possible.

  “Ah, still feisty as ever. Surely you can control the mouth on your little slave Henry. I should have expected her more trained now that you have took her in.”

  “We haven’t started our training yet.” Henry answered him as he glanced at me. He was like a different person again, His cold eyes stared at me, but I never forgot what he said to me earlier on. He would never harm me, even when he is like this.

  “I don’t mind breaking her in a little, maybe give her a little taste of what a real man would feel like. Would you like that?” Eric began to move towards me, his hand touching my knee then to my thigh, I glance at the trays before us, and I grab the closest knife I could get too. I have had enough of his shit for a life time, I didn’t want his greasy hands on me.

  “Keep your fucking hands off me, if you touch me again I will be sure to cut off that little pecker of yours. You understand?” My hand shook a little as I pressed the sharp knife against the crease of his trousers. His eyes were wide and he gulped but he sat still.

  “I said do you understand?” I spat, digging the knife a little harder, making sure he got the warning.

  “Yeah I got it.” He pushed my hand away and I calmed a little as I sat back but I kept the knife in my hand, protecting myself from him.

  “Make sure you put a leach on your pet, henry.”

  “Oh don’t fret Eric, she is all bark but no bite.” Henry snapped as he glanced between the two of us.

  “You know you will have to fuck her sooner or later right Henry? You know what Mr Philips is like, if you don’t do as he says, there will be blood on your hands.” Eric stood, making his way to the scotch bottle on henrys desk and pouring himself a drink.

  “If you are going to drink my expensive stuff then use it carefully.”

  “get the stick out of your arse henry, I will just replace the scotch.” He gulped down the glass before scrunching his face then sitting back down in his chair.

  “What do you need me for, sir?” I had to at least act the part in front of his company. I patted my eyelashes at him, seeing his jawline tick as if I have set a nerve.

  “Eric just wanted to check in like some sort of lap dog.”

  “At least someone is doing what Mr Philips wants.” Eric grumbled as I watch the two of them.

  “Let us sort out our bargain with the Boss, I don’t need to proof anything to you.”

  “You know what he is going to be like if I go back with bad news.” Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?

  “Yes I know.” Henry signed, rubbing his handsome face. His stormy grey eyes looked tired from all of the problems that I have currently given him. A deep pain in my chest began to flare, feeling guilt for Henry.

  “You can let your boss have some ease. Tonight Mr Clinton is going to train me.” Fuck my stupid mouth! Why did I say that?

  “Oh really? Make sure you give
the details to the boss.”

  “No details, just one picture.” Henry snapped at him as Eric stood up to leave.

  “Now that I would love to see.” Eric clapped his hands together, almost pleased at the idea of my naked body for him to see.

  “For boss’s eyes only, if I find out you saw her bound and gagged in that picture, Emily is not going to be the only one you should worry about.” Bound and gagged? Would he actually do that to me? I could only imagine not being able to speak, to call out his name as he uses his expert hands all over my body.

  “Okay, okay. Jeez. Take a chill pill Mr controlling dominant. You can take out all of your anger on your pet. I’m going. Make sure you sent it on time.” Eric laughed as he headed out, leaving a smell of misery and decay in his wake.

  “So…that did not go as planned. I think you might need to be careful running that smart mouth of yours like that.”

  “Smart mouth? I should be the one saying that to you. Are you really going bound and gag me?” I watch the fire in his eyes blaze as he listened to me. He licked his lips, glancing down my body before meeting my eyes again.

  “Oh trust me, I am going to do a lot more than bound and gag you”

  “…Are you going to do that to me tonight?” my skin tingled at the idea of it.

  “Yes, as well as other things. I want you to pick out one object in that room when we go in there, any one you want for me to use.”

  “To use on me?”

  “Yes. Go, I will give you five minutes before I join you.” I was eager and excited. Was he going to finely fuck me like he said he would? I fast walk towards the play room and open it. A strong smell of leather hit me and my body shivered deliciously. I quickly glance at the walls, running my hands through each whip, feeling the soft silk of blindfolds before I finely got to the floggers. I pull the small black leather one, with less tails than the one I had in my dream of him at my home.