Secrets in Solaris

As the wind crescendoed into a violent gush of air and the songbirds stopped their singing in attempts to find shelter, Leti pulled down on the window she’d opened earlier that morning.

Rain was coming.

She stared at the darkening clouds from the confines of her gilded cage. Michaels hadn’t let her leave since they’d arrived back at his house the night of Summer Solstice. He didn’t force her to go with him, but she couldn’t leave with Rori and even if she could she didn’t want to leave with him.

Michaels, despite locking her in this house was surprisingly well mannered so far. He didn’t push her to have sex, and he didn’t show up in her room to watch her sleep, it was almost as if he regretted forcing her hand, but did he?

Each morning she’d awaken with food at her door, she hardly touched any of it, her body was only hungry for revenge. She sat in her room almost every day staring out the barred window. This room was different than the last one she’d woken up in. The windows still prevented an escape, but the bars were on the outside, allowing her to regulate her temperature.

She was mad that Michaels forced her into a public engagement and that she was obligated to be with him to get her family that house, but she was also furious he was right about Rori even after she defended him and that made her feel humiliated. She couldn't believe he'd said he loved her. This wasn't love, this was manipulation, and her anger built the more she thought about how the events played out.

Did Rori change his character or was she so full of lust she imagined he was a different sort of man. He'd been honest about his inability to commit and honest about how he used her. Was she mad at herself for believing his feelings for her could evolve? The thoughts swirled as she circled the ring still on her finger.

Damon told her she could take off the necklace but threatened her to keep the ring on, not wanting him to take his anger out on her family she kept it on, but she had to come up with a plan before he tried to marry her for real.

There was a light tap on her door and she ignored it, she ignored everyone that came to her room, in fact she hadn't spoken a single word since arriving. Instead, she stared out the window as the weather shifted to match her mood.

The door cracked open, and she heard the plates she hadn't touched be taken from the room. She wondered what crime that servant committed to be working for the mayor here.

She waited for the door to close and when she didn't hear the familiar click, she turned to see Michaels standing in the doorway, edging around the retreating servant who nervously smiled and quickly wedged her way past him.

Leti sighed and turned back towards the window, whose frame she perched in. She didn't want to see him either, the bastard.

"Good morning, Scarlette." she said nothing, her gaze out the window unwavering but she listened to way he moved around her. A short sigh and then he was outstretched on the bed, laid on his side as he rested his head on a propped arm, staring at her. She could feel his gaze as if it was attempting to penetrate her. He snapped at her trying to get her attention, but she didn't even flinch.

"My word you can hold a grudge." This made her eyes trail from the window to his, but still she said nothing.

"Beautiful" his words were a hushed whisper as he stared back at her.

"I understand you're mad, even though I told you what kind of man he was, you thought you knew him better. "

Leti glared at him but didn't speak, he was trying to get a rise out of her, to break her silence and win this standoff, well she wasn't about to let that happen. If she wanted to speak again it would be on her own terms.

"And I understand you don't like how I forced your hand, but I told you, if you didn't return you wouldn't like what I would do next and it could've been worse for you, think of poor Jacinda's fate." He smiled darkly, the psycho.

"I know you're heartbroken and for that reason I'm willing to wait, despite what you might believe I'm extremely patient and if you give me the chance to show you, quite likeable. " She scoffed rolling her eyes back to the window.

"You're stunning all the time but even more so with that fire in your eyes. That hate in your heart only makes me more attracted to you." She shook her head slowly in disbelief, what an asshole.

He rose from the bed and strode towards her but again she held her posture, unaffected. Bending to kiss the top of her head he used a hand to tuck a lock behind her ear, and trailed his thumb along her jawline, but he didn't pull her face to his, or demand she acknowledge him. He just touched her sweetly and then pulled away, a final glance before slipping out of her room and closing the door.

She let out a deep exhale, that man was stifling. The force of him just filled up a room and hardly left place for anyone else. Rori was fierce and powerful but Michaels, he was power itself.

And to be honest that's what attracted her to him, but he'd humiliated her too. Bad ass Leti O'brien bartered like cattle in a trade, she couldn't stand for it.

Glancing down at her phone she made a point of keeping in contact with her mother. Rori had kept his word and gifted the house and the staff to her under the condition she leave his mother's wing and his bedroom alone and that he could come buy and visit his mother's wing of the house, with advanced notice of course.

What a fucking gentleman.

She'd lied and told her mother she was working a gig deeper into Solaris and would be gone for a little while and yes, her mother seemed disappointed, but she also semmed happier.

I guess not working shit jobs in a Recyling yard while balancing homeschooling your own child, will do that to you. She had plenty of luxuries for her and Gabriel to indulge in while Leti was way and that was the small bit of happiness she clung too.

Her mother wasn't the only one messaging her though, Rori had been blowing her phone up constantly, even this morning.

'Please talk to me, let me know you're okay.'

'What the fuck do you care?' She'd thought the words but didn't text them back. She wasn't about to sooth his guilty conscious; she wanted it to keep him up at night. Drive him to the point his businesses started failing because he was so distracted.

The thought made her chuckle out loud, he didn't care about her that much. Neither of them did, she was just a trophy in a battle of egos and once Michaels lost interest in her, she'd take what she learned and use it against him. Only problem is, she hadn't learned anything. She'd been held up in this room staring out the window, wallowing in grief and rage.

Maybe today she would change that, she was in fact allowed to roam almost every room within the house portion of this fortress.

She stood and stretched her legs aching from the bent position she sat in and she almost moaned as her back cracked. Michaels had all her things moved from her apartment immediately. She was no longer an employee at the Lotus; therefore, she wasn't able to remain in their dorms.

She missed her silks. Michaels said he had some installed, but she hadn't gone to see them yet, maybe that's what she'd do. She pulled open the door to her walk-in closet, complete with a large body mirror and a Lavendar bench with gold trimming and legs. One side of the closet was half filled with the shoes she owned, and the other side partially filled with her clothes, hanging and in drawers.

She slipped into a pair of yoga shorts with a matching sports bra and pulled her hair into a ponytail. If there was one thing Michaels did right it was grabbing her favorite pair of slippers, she slid her feet into each one, not bothering with socks she'd just take off anyways.

Peeking out of the room she peered left and right making sure Michaels wasn't lingering like an ominous shadow waiting for her to emerge. She didn't have a single clue which hall to travel so when she seen a servant wandering down the hall with a dust brush, wiping down the many valuable items Michaels seemed to collect she whistled at them.

The blonde-haired woman froze, not wanting to interact with her probably not wanting to end up like Jacinda. Hesitantly, and very slowly she made her way to Leti, her eyes darting around to make sure no one seen her.

"Y-yes." she said quietly.

"Where are the aerial silks Michaels installed?" The woman seemed to sigh a breath of relief.

"He had them put near the gym, it's just down that hall. She gestured in the direction Leti needed to travel and then made her escape, not wanting to linger a moment longer.

Leti went where she was directed, walking past several closed rooms and she wondered what their purpose was. She didn't need to guess where the gym was, at the end of the hall the walls became glass windows and doors and beyond them work out equipment. She stepped inside the massive expanse of space and walked past the treadmill and exercise bike.

There near the weights was another door that and she could see red silks hanging just beyond in a large gym like room. She hurried in there somewhat excited to feel that familiar release.

The room was almost empty apart from a control panel on the wall that she moved towards to inspect. A comfortable looking chair against the wall and the floor was covered in thick red mats incase she would fall?

Please. She scoffed at them but then turned her attention to the panel. It had different settings for temperature, lights, and music. She played with the color schemes until the room was cast in a mix of red and blue light, which reminded her of the Lotus and transformed this space into something more relaxing then she chose one of her favorite songs, something slow and sultry that she spent years winding her body to.

Three out of the four walls were composed of mirrors that traveled as high as the silks, she appreciated that. Stepping onto the mat she began stretching, warming her joints up to tumbling and twirling that was yet to come and when her body felt languid and relaxed, she approached the silks and tugged on them, testing their hold.

They felt secure, so it was time for a real test. She lifted her body slowly between their grasp before flipping upside down resting the curve of the silks along her lower back, the separated parts clinging to her thighs. She woved her legs around the fabric a couple times and swung there slowly. There was no rush, there was no need to entertain anyone, she closed her eyes and hung there.

When she grew bored of that she repositioned herself and began climbing higher, the ceiling was vaulted and the silks were extremely long, something she planned to take advantage of. She climbed higher and higher till she could touch the rung clasping them to the roof. With each side of the silks wrapped around each of her legs she spread her body wide into a full split. Her body stretched and cracked satisfactorily as she broke herself back into the movements after 2 weeks of a stalemate. She pulled her thighs back together and then wiggled her feet free of the silks holds.

Now she dangled there, with no support other than her own grasp on the fabrics, if she fell, she could die and that's where the release came. The adrenaline coursed through her has she lifted her body out sideways, using nothing but her arm strength to brace the fabrics, like a stripper would hold onto a pole.

With expert grace she repositioned her body back into the grasps of the silks and twirled between them, the fabric wrapping around her entire body as she changed the hold of her hands to separate the fabrics once more.

She wound the length around her torse until she was pinned and suspended high in the hair and then let go. Her body twirled and spun between the fabrics before jerking at the end of their length, her body caught just a few feet before the floor.

She sighed deeply needing another drop, needing more adrenaline to distract her. She climbed again this time when she reached it's peak she secured her feet tightly and then wound fabric around her torso before falling backwards, her body spun wildly before catching and holding her upside down by her feet.

She exhaled again but her breath caught as she heard clapping. Using the remain silk that hung beneath she manipulated it's hold till her body twisted towards the door. Of course, Michaels was standing there. It was like he had a camera on her at all times, the creep.

"So, daring." he said with a voice of amusement, Leti just rolled her eyes climbing higher to get away from him. He looked good of course, still wearing the sweatpants and black t-shirt he had on a little while ago when he came into her room uninvited, but she wouldn't linger on that.

She quickly climbed back to the top and wrapped the silk around her waist and between her thighs, hanging there as the remainder of the red silks swung beneath her. Michaels seemed to understand she was still icing him out and he was growing tired of it. He kicked off his shoes and made his way towards the silks grabbing on to them as she hung at the top.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at him, her body swaying from his movements. His muscular arms grabbed the silk and he began climbing. Not like a normal acrobat would climb, no just using his sheer upper body strength to pull himself upwards towards her. She was annoyed and slightly impressed, and he climbed until his head aligned with hers, his eyes staring into her soul.

"Will you talk to me please?" She rolled her eyes an looked away from his face.

"No"

"Hey, I'll take it!" he shouted excitedly, and she couldn't help but smile, the fucker. "A smile and a word, I'd call that progress."

"You're going to kill yourself hanging like that?" She replied quietly.

"Will you save me?" His body lowered as he freed one hand his other gripping both the silks in a tight clutch as he hung suspended there, the idiot. He laughed wildly wrapping his legs around the rope and sliding back to the floor. Leti unwound her legs and pulled the ropes up towards her, winding them around her waist once more.

"Hey, you're not sharing" he whined, laying on the floor beneath her. He slid his hands behind his head and rested casually as she released herself and dropped, winding her body through the silks in quick movements, stretching and pulling her legs wide before moving into positions that arched her back. Each stretching and pulling her body till she was completely relieved of the pains she acquired sitting in that window frame.

When she finally began to slowly lower her self like a ballerina in a box coming upon it's last final spins, Michaels let out a groan of arousal.

"I could watch you do this all day." His words were perverted but also genuine. She pressed her foot into his groin as she finally reached the bottom, hoping to ruin his arousal but instead she felt him become solid beneath her touch. He grabbed her ankle and held it there as she tried to pull away, pulling her down harder against him. He rubbed her foot up and down against his shaft before using his free hand to tug his pants and boxers down.

Exposed and erect Leti felt her face get hot at the feel of him hard beneath her foot.

"Let me go you pig." she said annoyed but her face was saying something else.

"No" he sat up quickly grabbing her and pulling her to the ground before rolling over and pinning her beneath him.

"I've been so hard for you, for two weeks. You're not going to tease me anymore." His words were a rough grunt as he pulled at her yoga shorts. She fought against his strength and failed.

"Get the fuck off me" she shouted, she reached down and grabbed his hardness digging her nails into his shaft. Again, he became more aroused, rolling his hips into her grasp, forcing her to jerk him slowly. She let go disgusted at him and his kinks. He just smirked before kissing her, his lips pressed against hers hard, and hungry. She was helpless to resist, he wedged a leg between her closed ones, forcing them open, forcing himself between her legs. She squirmed and kicked but her resistance only seemed to entice him further.

His head slide across her entrance and he smiled darkly above her.

"For someone who wants me to get off, your tight little cunt is saying something else."

"I don't give a fuck" her yell became a gasp as he shoved into her to his hilt, the pain seared through her ripping her open for him. He pulled back to his tip and plunged into her again and again and despite her wanting him to move her pussy gushed for him. The pain aroused her too but she wouldn't give in. She slapped him and hard but he just moved faster. His grunts becoming more crazed and uncontrolled.

She punched him now and he stilled inside her for just a moment. Pinning her hands above her head as he reached with his others for the ends of the silk that danced along the floor. He tied her to them, even as she struggled.

Then he reached under her thighs and pushed her knees to the mat spreading her wide before him, before shoving himself deeper into her. She cried out, jerking at the hold of the silks but to no avail.

"The more you struggle the hornier it makes me, love." He rolled and shoved his hips harder and harder against her and her body betrayed her with a squirt of juices.

"Thats right, Mrs. Michaels cum all over your cock." His body sputtered and shook with his release as he buried his cum deep inside her.

"I didn't say you could cum inside me." She shouted angrily.

"And I didn't ask." He growled above her, his eyes holding an unwavering authority and darkness.

"This is my pussy" he thrust harder into her despite having spilled himself. "My fucking pussy" the words were raw and primal. He was claiming her, just like he had before. He wiggled and grinded his hips against her as the last of hid seed left him before pulling out and sitting back on his ass to admire his handiwork.

Leti laid there annoyed and defeated as her legs shook and then she saw a flash.

"Did you just take a fucking photo?" Her head jerked up angrily and he laughed.

"I can see your hands tied to the silks while my nut spills from you, of course I took a photo."

"You're disgusting, pervert."

"You have no idea love. I'm going to take your body over and over till you submit from the sheer pleasure of it.

"I hate you."

"Oh well, you'll love me someday when you're done with these theatrics. You're rich now."

"Rori was rich too."

"FUCK RORI" he yelled standing to put his pants on. The shout was so unexpected and loud compared to his facade of nonchalance that Leti did flinch.

"Rori is a spineless coward who wouldn't fight for you, do you know how easily he gave you up? He barely fucking thought about it."

"That doesn't make you the better choice."

"I can take care of you, your family, give you everything you ever wanted in this life. Why is that so off putting."

"Because you're forcing me into it, you're not giving me a choice."

"You would've chosen Rori, until you can make better decisions I will intervene where I see fit."

"Weren't you the one that said taking care of your woman means nothing to a rich man, yet you want me to glorify you for it."

"I've spared your life more times than I would have with any one else, I can't help but feel like there's a reason for that. Rori used you and traded you off, be mad at him. I've been honest, I gave you your choices, you don't want to listen, which is exciting, but you reap what you sow, Mrs. Michaels."

"Stop fucking calling me that, I'm not marrying you."

"Yes, you are, I get whatever I want, and I want you more than any of the riches I have. I plan on keeping both, but you should know my ache for you is as deep as my need for power. You will succumb to it eventually."

He bent untying her hands from the silks but kept enough distance between them she couldn't hit him. He must've forgot who he was dealing with. Pinning her now freed hands to the floor he looked down at her upside-down grimace before trailing his eyes to her lips and biting down on his own.

"If I let you go, are you going to behave?" A devious smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"No" was all she said before lifting her legs up around his head and flipping his entire body over her to the floor. Her thighs locked around his neck, and she started choking the life out of him. As she pulled herself to an upright sitting position, her thighs still locked with a lethal grip, she could see his dick hardening again, despite his struggle for air.

"You're fucking sick." She yelled through gritted teeth before screaming in pain. He bit her thigh so hard trickles of blood poured from the mark. She released him and scoot back as he caught his breath.

"I will never" he paused, panting with a sinister smile as he pulled his body into a sitting position, one arm rested on a bent knee. "Let you go." He curled his body until he was on his hands and knees and then crawled towards her kissing her thigh before leaning up to kiss her forehead, her body stayed still.

"I hope that leaves a scar" he smirked and stood moving towards the door.

"I have to leave in a few days for a business meeting, if you promise to behave in public you can come with me, otherwise you can stay here."

"I'm coming" she said quickly, regaining her composure. If she was going to rip him apart from the inside out a business meeting would be the best place to start, learn how his operation works in order to destroy it, but why was she the one sitting there feeling destroyed.