Elsewhere

Elsewhere

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A young girl desperate to escape her sheltered life and overbearing, powerful father. An older gentleman with a dangerous profession and unconventional tastes in the bedroom. She knows he is her ticket out, but he attempts to change her mind. He tries to suppress his desire to corrupt the girl he watched blossom into a lady, but she is stubborn and persistent. "The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.” - Jacques Benigne Bossuel

Summary

A young girl desperate to escape her sheltered life and overbearing, powerful father.
An older gentleman with a dangerous profession and unconventional tastes in the bedroom.
She knows he is her ticket out, but he attempts to change her mind. He tries to suppress his desire to corrupt the girl he watched blossom into a lady, but she is stubborn and persistent.

"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.”
- Jacques Benigne Bossuel

Chapter1 (v.2) - Elsewhere

Author Chapter Note

When I started this, I didn't have much of a plan - just a couple characters in my head. As I update this, I hope to develop the story a little more, especially the ambiguous setting. Let me know what you think!

Chapter Content - ver.2

Submitted: October 23, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.2

Submitted: October 23, 2014

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"Take me with you."

He chuckles as her lower lip becomes more pronounced and he brushes away the urge to take it into his mouth... or between his teeth.

"Believe me, you don't want that. Besides, your father would have my head."

"Because he rather save me for some other old man," she grumbles, her volatile brown eyes turning darker, more intense, losing the wide, watery look of an imploring puppy.

"You watch that pretty little mouth. Your father and I go way back. I know he'll find you a good man who can provide for you, not someone… like me.”

"But I want to get away from here." The longing and desperation are clear in her voice. She pushes back a stray curl, only to have the fiery strand of hair fall back and rest on her flushed cheek. His fingers twitch, wanting to tuck the tendril behind her ear for her. He wonders if she'd flinch as his rough, aged hand brushed against her smooth, pale skin.

"Go run a long and behave while I'm gone. I told you no. I have things to do before I leave." He knows he hurt the delicate wisp of a girl but he also knows she's too proud to cry or beg. Instead she glares at him, daring him to continue patronizing her. It's a look and a burning confidence that surely intimidates boys her own age.

But he's long since left boyhood. Her stubborn stance and pursed lips radiate raw sexuality. He knows what she needs even if she is still too naive to know herself. Nearly an adult by age yet still so much an eager child waiting to be corrupted.

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CHAPTER ONE

"Ari?" She jolts when she hears the gruff voice, laced with disapproval, from across the room. He can read the curse on her lips as she tugs and straightens and buttons, attempting to look more like the proper lady she's meant to be. The handful of men around her scatter off and disappear amongst the shadows of the seedy basement lounge as the broad-shouldered gentleman crosses the room.

"Get up. Did any of those men touch you?"

"I heard you were killed," she tells him, staying firmly planted on her cushion, accusing him with her tone. "Boarded by pirates off the coast of Attina." He laughs heartily at the rumor.

"Is that what your admires told you to get you to stop asking about me? Now up. Do as you're told."

"You can't just come back after almost three years and start ordering me around like a child."

He watches her calmly, realizing that she indeed is no longer a child. Her temper is not the only thing that has developed. His gaze rests on her heaving chest for a fraction of a moment as anger and resentment bubble up inside her. A soft pink hue colors her fair skin and storms brew in her eyes.

"When your father finds out about this, someone is going to pay."

"Please don't tell him," she asks meekly, suddenly seeming so small when she drops her head and stares at her hands. A smile dances on his lips, amused as he observes this fickle creature.

"Perhaps we can work something out between us. Now come. This is no place for a lady."

"None of them touched me," she informs him as he helps her to her feet. His tan, leathery hand grips hers gently and he admires her slim, long fingers, wondering how they'd feel around his cock. "They know better," she adds, sounding disappointed.

"You should know better than to encourage them." Then he continues with a sigh, "Still looking for your ticket off Arista aren't you?"

"The sea will swallow up this stupid rock eventually. Then we can move to an island where people actually live - people besides sailors and whores."

"Don't let your father hear you talking like that." She doesn't respond and neither says a word until they've ascended a couple levels to his room.

"You're not taking me up to see father?"

"Would you rather be reprimanded by him?" She quickly shakes her head. He'd probably try to lock her in her room until her wedding day.

"You don't have to lecture me. I promise I won't go down there again. Where have you been?"

Her sweet smile fades when she realizes she isn't going to get off so easily. "A lecture isn't quite what I had in mind. I need to be sure you know you were wrong and won't do it again."

"Then what did you have in mind?" she asks, trying to maintain a faltering smile and not sound nervous. He pauses, unsure how to proceed. He has her. He can get just about anything he wants from her right now. 

"A spanking," he tells her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. She laughs, assuming he's kidding.

"You haven't been gone that long. Have you forgotten I'm not a little girl anymore? Nearly twenty," she grins, thinking a twentieth birthday a momentous event.

"That wasn't a joke, dear. Or would you rather go confess to your father?"

"But I... I'm... you can't..."

"Upstairs it is then. Let's go."

"No," she responds quickly, grabbing his arm. He feels a twitch in his pants. "...You can spank me," she whispers.

If her father finds out about her time spent with the sailors, she'll never have another chance to sneak away and flirt with them. She wouldn't be surprised if he closed his port and expansive property to visitors completely. A spanking can't be that bad. She received them as a young child. Plus, his room is cozy and comfortable, not stark and blinding like her own living corridors. Her room is as hard and cold as the mountain it's carved into and she's in no hurry to return to it.

And most of all… she’s with him.


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