The Silk Trap. A Novel in 43 Chapters
Chapter 28: Drowned in desire
Lara lay naked and handcuffed in the plush blue Moroccan bathtub, anxiously awaiting the next move from her captors.
The bathroom had a golden glow, and some deep male voice was singing a Czeck ballad in the background. Even though the water felt delicious to Lara, she felt the breath of the devil all around her. Lara bit her lips and waited for the worst.
The door opened, and Lara saw a woman enter. She was a beautiful tall black woman with long eyelashes and grey eyes, and she was completely naked. She carried a silver platter loaded with delicious smelling ham, cheese, bread, and fruits in her hand. Her large, firm breasts shivered ever so lightly as she walked slowly into the bathroom. She closed the door, placed the food platter on the table next to the basin, and slowly walked up to the bathtub. The woman came and sat on the ledge of the bathtub, looked down at Lara, gave her a warm sensual smile, and said, “Hi Lara, my name is Pati, and the Queen has sent me to be your lover tonite.” Then with one hand, she removed the tape from her mouth.
“What ?! The queen has sent you to do what?” Lara blurted her first words as soon as her mouth was free of the tape; as she crossed her legs a little tighter, suddenly conscious of the longing sensual glance of Pati at her naked body.
“Yes, I will lusciously love you tonite…If you cooperate.” As she spoke, she opened her hand to show a key. It was the key to Lara’s handcuff that was beginning to bite into her wrists and turning them blue. Pati shifted her tone ever so slightly as she said these words, letting Lara know that she had to start listening to the wishes of the Queen.
Pati put her hands into the soapy warm water and traced her long fingers down the legs of Lara, her fingernails softly feeling the contours of Lara’s knees and softly caressing the inside of her thighs.
Lara felt her resolve begin to melt.
She was hungry and wanted to be free of these handcuffs, but Lara did not say anything and just stared blankly at Pati. She could not let the Queen exploit her like this.
But Lara could also feel Pati’s fingers on her legs. She was an exquisitely beautiful woman with a marble smooth skin that glowed with the specks of sweat and moisture that had adorned it. Pati continued to touch Lara around her stomach, and then her fingers moved up and cupped her small, firm breasts and squeezing them ever so slightly with her putty, soft hands.
Pati stared longingly at Lara and, without breaking her eye contact, lowered her head and lightly kissed Lara on her lips. Lara tried to move her head, but her body was too aroused and exhausted to resist her advances. Lara let Pati kiss her again. This time for longer and deeper. Pati’s tongue parted Lara’s lips and wrapped itself around hers like a snake coiled around a sandalwood tree.
Lara let go of her resistance. She pulled her face back and looked at Pati and raised her handcuffed hands, and said matter of factly, “But I want to eat something first.”
Pati smiled and unlocked her handcuffs. The cuffs had scarred Lara’s wrists deeply, and some of the skin had turned a crimson blue. Lara looked over Pati’s shoulder at the platter of ham and cheese and bread and looked back at Pati to fetch it. Pati turned and picked up the plate and placed it on the side of the bathtub. Lara attacked the food like a ravenous pig.
Lara had never felt hunger like she felt now. Hunger is not a thing we really recognize until it arrives uninvited, smashing all prior promises and resolves along the way.
The ham went first. The cheese went next, and within minutes, the bread was heading down the vacuum intestines of Lara Sanz. Lara continued to gorge on the apple and the oranges and the grapes…the only thing she left intact was an open bottle of red wine. She did not trust an open bottle in this place.
Pati had settled into the lounge chair in the far corner of the bathroom and watched Lara with an amused look. She had draped a bathing gown over her stunning body. “You were hungry,” she said in an amused tone after she heard Lara emit a satisfied, unannounced burp.
Lara looked at Pati and said, “I could eat some more, and this water is cold now. Can I get out of it?”
Pati walked over to Lara with a luxurious bathing gown with a golden seal of the Jebel hotel encrusted on the lapel. This was the first time Lara saw something that told her where she was.
“Which city is this? Are we in Prague?” Lara asked Pati, knitting her brows and sounding anxious. “No, this is Liberec. It's an hour away from Prague,” Pati replied. “You are in the secret wing of the Jebel hotel.”
“Secret wing of a hotel? What do you mean?” Lara asked, very keen to find her bearings.
“Look, I can’t tell you too much as the walls have ears,” Pati replied, looking at the walls and mirrors around. She continued talking as she dried Lara’s hair with a towel. “All I am allowed to tell you is that if you behave yourself, you will be treated well by the Queen, and you can even make money by working for her.” Pati was standing behind Lara now. They both stared into the antique gold-plated mirror in front of them like cohabiting bluebirds in a cage talking to each other about getting accustomed to being prisoners.
Pati had a resigned look on her face. She continued in a rehearsed fashion, “I have been asked to tell you that if you become one of the Queen’s concubines, she will be good to you and take care of you.
“And what do I have to do for her ?” Lara asked, dreading the reply.
“You have to become her cyber doll,” Pati replied bluntly as she watched Lara’s face turn to shock in the reflection of the steam misted mirror.