I remembered the map just then. I had left it in my room! I didn’t know what to do. I was worried about being late but I might not get there at all without the map and instructions. If I went back in my room would the door lock? I didn’t want to go back in there and get stuck. I felt I was running out of time.

I screwed up my courage. Putting my valise in the door so it couldn’t close I ran back in on my high heals. I grabbed the note as fast as I could. Then I fled the room.

As I walked I marveled at what I saw. It was as if I were on a sound stage or something. I only had a vague idea of what such a place would be like but it looked to me as if movies were shot here. This place was very realistic.

I found myself walking on the same street I had been abducted from. My adrenaline spiked. I found myself flinching at each imagined. This was cruel in a way. Prior to that day I had crossed that street so many times and felt safe. I’d never even thought about being in danger. Now I felt only dread and fear here. Never mind that it wasn’t real. It felt all too real. I knew I was being watched. Right at that moment I felt hunted too.

I passed that area. I was relieved when nothing happened. I was so shocked by everything I’d discovered today. Crossing that corner was only one more thing that scared me. It was one of the worst things that particular day.

Once I reached my “office” I couldn’t believe how “real” it seemed. I had the same kind of work as before. It didn’t seem conceivable that all this could be arranged. I worked steadily but my brain kept wondering how and why he had done all this. What other fantastic things did he have planned?

He had to love me. No one would do this if he didn’t plan on keeping me would they?
I took a break for lunch. In the mini fridge I found a few drinks and a plate of lunch foods waiting. While I ate I looked more closely at my purse and valise. I found my wallet inside my purse but my ID was different. It wasn’t my name on any of it. It was my picture on the driver’s license but the name was that of a stranger.

Francesca Underwood was the name under my picture now. I didn’t know how or why that had been done. It shook me a lot. What kind of a person takes over your life so precisely?

I now revised my ideas of being held in a large home. This was bigger than that. The man had to be involved in movies or television somehow to have all this at his disposal.
Ideas of being in some strange movie filled my head. It was hard to keep up with my work with all the thoughts in my head.

When I finished work for the day I found an envelope under the door. In it was a note.

“Francesca My Darling,

After your workday is over, follow these directions to a bar. Stay at least an hour and have two drinks before returning to your room.”

Love,

Your Ian”

That was all. Except for the maps and directions. Like many I am not that good at map reading. There were also written directions to the bar. There were also directions from there back to my room. The directions would take me back past what I now thought of as abduction alley.

I wondered again about being “Francesca.” Who was she? Why did he think calling me that was a good idea? Should I ask him? When would I see him again? I felt a near desperation to see him again. That was what hurried me to the bar mentioned in the note. The sooner I got this done the better.

It felt so strange going along empty corridors to the bar. Once there everything seemed real. I ordered a soft drink for my first required drink. I could almost believe that the bar was outside. Everything seemed so authentic. I could almost believe I was free.

As the minutes ticked by I realized I didn’t want to go back to my room. I kept watching the Budweiser clock that was lit up on the wall and debating what to do. I wanted to see him, more than anything. He came to me room most nights lately but I didn’t want to be stuck in my room again.

I finally ordered a real drink to screw up my courage. I asked for a Long Island tea. I gulped at it. The other patrons smiled like they normally would, in such a bar. The main difference that was obvious to me was that I had no money. How would I pay for the drinks? Did it matter? Since this was all a bizarre all a set up, why would it matter?

It mattered to me. I liked paying my own way. Remembering the purse I looked in it and found there was money in it. The money made me smile as I hurried to gulp my drink. It wasn’t really my money though. I hadn’t had this much when I was grabbed. I paced in those stupid heels until the clock ticked off the minutes and I could leave.

I felt it was urgent to get back to my room. Not that I wanted to go there but I wanted to see him. I paid for the drinks and left the moment I was allowed. My heart hammered near abduction alley but again, nothing happened. When I got to my room he was waiting on the couch.

“How was your first day dear?” He inquired tenderly.

“It was strange. I can’t believe you’ve done all this. Why have you?” I went to him snuggling into his arms as if that one place was home.

“I will do whatever I want or have to, in order to make you happy, Francesca.” He said.

I stiffened in his arms.

“Who is Francesca?” I asked the fear was evident in my voice it trembled.

“That is you now, my heart.” He answered placidly. He made it sound as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Why that name? That’s not my real name.” I persisted. I don’t know what I expected. Perhaps I thought he would tell me a story about a long lost love that he was trying to remake me into. He didn’t.

“It is your real name when you are with me.” He said it softly but firmly. “When I look at you I see you as Francesca. It’s a lovely fresh sounding name with a certain eloquence don’t you agree? That is the way I see you. That is who you will always been in my eyes. Is that a problem for you?”

“No, I just, was, surprised.” I said haltingly.

He said nothing else. He merely held me, stroking my hair and body until I was heated for him again. Until I was bursting for him to open me up. My hunger for his touches only grew every day, every moment. He kissed me. His kisses were long and lingering. My lower body began to actually ache and feel empty. I had never felt anything like it before. Just when he had me the most worked up he stopped and cupped my face in his hands.

“Let’s eat Francesca.” He said leading me to the table. I hadn’t noticed it before. There had been too much to think about. Now I saw there were candles on the table and covered silver dishes.

All through dinner I drank more wine and looked into his eyes. I wanted so much to be free. My virginity was beginning to feel like an albatross. I truly wanted him to take it from me. The words still would not come out of my mouth. I couldn’t ask for what I wanted even as my hunger for that very thing grew inside me. We didn’t talk during dinner. Our eyes and bodies did all the communicating. Afterwards, he took me back over the couch and began to touch me again.

“Is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asked.

There was so much I wanted to say but could not find the right words.

“Yes, but I can’t.” I said as he drove me nuts with his mouth and hands. I was still fully clothed but it didn’t matter. I felt naked in his hands and beneath his lips.

“Then I have something I want to tell you. The next time you masturbate alone, I will give you a spanking. This is not my normal way but you have stirred something in me. It just seems right. You may want or enjoy spankings. I don’t know. Only you can know what you want. You know but you have a problem telling me. So I’m going to consider that a cry for help. Just remember you belong to me right now, your body, your mind are supposed to be only for me.” He spoke all this clearly but quietly. Shivers raced down my spine. He continued to stroke my body but absently, like one might a cat or something.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” I whispered. He gave no indication of whether he heard me or not. Later he spoke again.

“Tell me in words what you want so I can give you your hearts desire.” He said in a voice so low and sexy it was a sort of growl.

His voice alone made me tighten and clench. My body was rubbing against his hands. My hands were roaming along his arms and shoulders.

“I’m aching.” I said. Those two words made me flush. They were so hard for me to say.

“For?” He prompted.

“You.”

“To do what?”

“Make me happy.” I gasped. I felt his right hand slide inside my clothes and down my stomach. He stole further into my panties. His finger played with me finding me wet. He lifted his hand and painted my lips with my own arousal.

“Is that all you can say?” He asked staring into my eyes.

“Make me come?” I could hear the raw need in my own voice. In just those few word, I was begging. My face felt ablaze. His hands touched my face. He touched me both softly and firmly.

“Lick.” He said holding my head in his hands.

My tongue ran across my upper lip. This was the first time I had tasted myself. I didn’t find it as bad as I had imagined. It was supposed to be dirty wasn’t it? This just was wet, warm and slightly salty.

He kissed me, his hands moving back down my body, his tongue entering my mouth. One hand cupped my ass and played with it. The other played with my vagina, never entering though I moved against him for more and wanted it so. That same hand also played with my clit.

I soon began to feel my body build up to an explosion of pleasure. Just as I was about to come he moved his hand from my ass and caressed the back of my neck.

“Open your eyes look into mine.” He said slowing his movements.