Unexpected Company

by Lillian

The barking dogs had alerted Amelia that something was not right. She had been half-asleep on the sofa when the noise began. She quickly went to the door and checked the lock. Everything was barred tightly. There had been a lot of trouble in her neighborhood this last week. Several people had had their houses broken into. One lady was knocked unconscious while thieves ransacked her home. Feeling safer now, Amelia returned to the sofa. Maybe some music would drown out the dogs.

The soft music had lulled her back into a slumber. She was suddenly pulled out of it when she heard breaking glass. It was from one of her back windows. Grabbing the phone she quickly dialed the police. To her horror she realized there was no dial tone. Slamming down the phone she ran for the kitchen to find a weapon. As she was about to grab a large butcher knife a hand grabbed her by the wrist. Another hand covered her mouth.

"Don't yell," said a deep and very manly voice. She shook her head to say that she understood the command. Slowly the hand removed itself from her mouth. The other still held her firmly by the wrist.

"Now, this is what you are going to do…" Her heart was not gonna survive this. "I am going to let you go. I need bandages. You will very slowly go and get them for me. Try anything funny and it won't be good for you. Understand?" Amelia shook her head yes.

In the bathroom she gathered the bandages knowing he was listening to her every move. When she returned to the kitchen he was slumped over the dining table. She was thinking that maybe this was a good time to make a run for it. Judging the distance to the door she saw him look up at her.

"No, no ,no. Don't even think about it honey. I am still well enough to catch you." She laid the bandages on the table and sat down.

"How bad are you hurt?" she said finding her voice. He opened his shirt and she saw the blood pouring from a large gash in his side.

"Not so bad" he said with a wink.

"You need a doctor."

Looking her up and down he said, "That would be you." He must have noticed the horrified look on her face. He was grinning at her almost in a mocking way.

"I can't do this," she whispered.

"You can and you will. I need to lie down. He went in to the sofa and painfully lowered himself. "Okay fix me," he said smiling up at her. She knew that there was no choice but to do so.

"Okay, but don't yell at me if it hurts. I'm not a nurse." He laid his head back and closed his eyes. She wondered for a moment if he had passed out. She saw the rise and fall of his chest. For the first time she really looked at him. He was in fact, sinfully handsome. She found it ironic that someone so beautiful could be bad. "Like the devil in disguise," she thought to herself. Thick black curls encircled his tanned face. His mouth looked so innocent and kissable. She shook herself from this train of thought and went to work.

She had patched him up the best she could. The bleeding had stopped and he was wrapped in bandages. Amelia sat there for a moment looking at him. She wondered if he was asleep or was he testing her. She was too afraid to find out. Picking up his bloody shirt she started for the kitchen.

"Leaving so soon honey?" She stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of his voice. "I was going to throw this away. It is ruined," she said not looking at him.

"Hurry back. I miss you already." She did not miss the sarcasm in his voice.

In the kitchen she felt her knees go weak. She held herself up with the aid of the table. "He's gonna kill me." She thought. "I have to do something." She very quietly picked up the phone to check for a dial tone. No luck. The back door was only a few feet away. In his weakened condition he couldn't possibly catch her. This was her chance. Walking to the door she carefully pulled back the deadbolt. She never realized how loud it was. Turning the doorknob she thought she had made it.

"Going somewhere?" He was standing in the doorway watching her.

"You know you leave me no other choice," he said as he finished tying her hands. She was sitting in a straight back chair now. Her hands tied tightly behind her. "All I asked was for you to be a good girl, but no, you want to be like this" Amelia watched him as he squatted in front of her. He stared at her for a long time before he reached up and gently caressed her cheek. "So beautiful" he whispered. She felt the warm heat of his hand against her face.

"Please don't hurt me," she cried pitifully. "Hurt you? What ever gave you that kind of idea?" She wished that he would stop looking at her like that with those eyes!

"I need rest now. You will be quiet and allow me that much won't you sweetie?" He stood up and placed his lips against hers. "I would hate to cover your mouth," he said. Then he went back to the sofa.

Amelia was having a wonderful dream. Strong hands were moving over her body. Kisses were being placed on her neck, her face. She could smell him. She knew he was there but she could not see him. She did not fight it. She felt his hands slide inside her blouse. He was caressing her breast. Gently at first, then more amorous. She heard a voice whispering to her. It sounded so far away. She ignored it and placed all her attention on the hands touching her.

"Wake up sweetie. I need you." Who was speaking to her? Amelia felt confused. Suddenly those strong hands were shaking her by the shoulders. "Rise and shine." Opening her eyes she found herself staring into his face.

"What are you doing?" she yelled at him. She felt her face turn red as she realized what had happened. He went behind her to untie her hands. Rubbing her aching wrist she avoided looking at him.

"I need new bandages. I must have turned in my sleep and I'm bleeding again." She then noticed the blood stained bandages.

"I only have enough for one more change," she said.

"Well do it right this time," he said cynically.

She couldn't forget the way his hands had felt against her skin. She had applied clean bandages and was once again tied to the chair. He was rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Don't you have anything in this place to eat?" He yelled at her.

"I was not expecting company," she said flatly. She was becoming more and more curious about him. Who was he? What had happened to him?

"You are staring honey," he said breaking her thought. "What is your name?" she finally asked him.

He gave her a breathtaking smile then said, "Bain… Miguel Bain." He had found some leftover pizza and seemed to be satisfied. "And what would you be called sweetheart?

She lowered her head and quietly said, "Amelia." He gave her another smile and said "Lovely name for a lovely lady." What a player, she thought to herself. I bet he drives the women wild.

"It is very late Amelia. I will be leaving soon. I have enough strength to get around now." Amelia felt relieved and a bit depressed at the same time. He had finished the pizza and walked over to her. "I think you would be more comfortable lying down." She knew what he was thinking by the look in his eyes. He untied her hands. "Come." He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

Miguel pulled back the covers and motioned for Amelia to lie down. "Wait. You should take off those jeans first." He stood waiting for her to do so. She removed them and quickly jumped for cover. "Aaah. A shy one huh?" He sat on the bed beside her. He brushed the hair from her face. Amelia did not know what to think of him. One minute he was this wild animal barking orders and the next he was as sweet as an angel.

"What do you want from me Miguel?" she asked him. "I have no further need of you actually," he said coldly. He stood up and left the room.

Once again Amelia was dreaming of strong hands on her. Again kisses covered her body. Each place the hands touched was followed by the feel of lips and tongue. She was writhing in ecstasy. Never had she felt such blinding pleasure. She heard her name being whispered in her ear. Then she felt teeth gently nipping at her neck. A loud moan was what brought her back to reality. Miguel was lying beside her. She knew she should beg him to stop but she could not say the words. He saw that she was awake and smiled at her.

"I was wrong. I do need something from you." He lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss was hot and urgent. Wrapping her arms around him she heard her own moan escape. He tasted so sweet. Miguel pressed her legs apart with his hands. His hands were so gentle as he explored even farther. Her hands began to move over his body now. She ran her hands through his dark curls as he sent wave upon wave of pleasure through her. He moved atop her. She felt his hardness between her legs. Taking her arms he pulled them over her head and held them firmly. Mingled moans escaped as he entered her. He moved slowly at first and then faster as he began to reach his own release. Amelia never knew her body could feel this much pleasure.

No words had been spoken. The two of them lay there basking in the afterglow. Amelia was afraid to speak. She knew he was about to leave. She felt him looking at her. "You know Amelia…" he began. "Next time I am in need I may just drop by again. You may not be a nurse but you know how to take care of me like no one I have ever known." Another of those sexy smiles formed on his face. This time she smiled back.

Waking that morning Amelia found the house empty. A few pieces of pizza crust lay on the kitchen table. Beside them was a single red rose. "What a night. Bain…Miguel Bain" she said smiling to herself.