Knight Rider 2010

Trapping Knight With A Queen

Written by
Ldydeb
Chapter Five

Seven Thirty finally arrived as Selena finished putting on her earrings and poured herself another drink before Michael arrived. She gazed at her face in her make up mirror, double checking to make sure she had adequately covered up the red welt rising along her ear. She thought spitefully that Patrick seemed to be an expert at being able to hit in places that would hide his mark on her. She had easily been able to arrange her hair to hide what cosmetics could not. Going back to her bedroom, she added more of her clothes to her overnight bag and then brought it downstairs. She heard the telephone ring in Jasmine's room and paused to get it. Before she could speak, Patrick asked, "Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone. Can't your spies tell you that? I know they are watching me," coldly replied Selena.

"I called to give you more instructions. I don't want you to stay out too late."

Selena mocked, "Oh yes, Daddy, I'll make sure we come home very early."

Patrick countered impatiently, "Selena! Have you been drinking? You are really stretching my patience."

Selena quickly fell in line and quietly apologized, her eyes automatically assuming a submissive attitude, "I am sorry, Patrick."

Patrick wanted more. He said, "I didn't hear you, My Toy."

Selena rolled her eyes, hating herself and him. She said, "Please, Patrick...You know you've won. I won't betray you again, I have too much to lose."

Patrick became stern, "I still will not hear you, Toy, not yet."

Selena bit her lip and finally replied, "I am sorry, Sir. I am ready to obey your every command."

Patrick smiled in satisfaction, "Good Toy. Now are you wearing the items I had delivered to you today?"

Selena looked at her reflection in Jasmine's room, her eyes filled with loathing and humiliation. She replied quietly, sniffling back tears, "Yes, Sir Patrick. As you have ordered."

Patrick murmured huskily, "Very Good. I am sure you will remember me now while taking care of Mr. Knight." He continued his instructions; "I want you to introduce him to the Bombay Club after dinner. It is not too far from your final destination and that will make things much easier to accomplish. Order both of you a drink and have a good time. Someone will meet you there to help you take care of him."

Selena asked, "Is there a specific time you want us there?" As they finished the conversation, Selena looked out Jasmine's window to see KITT parking in her driveway. She informed Patrick and they disconnected with each other. Selena looked at herself in Jasmine's bedroom mirror. She looked at the pictures of her sisters that Jasmine kept taped to the glass. Touching each picture, she almost cried thinking that she was going to get them home safe. She closed her eyes fighting the nausea she felt every time she submitted to Patrick. She took a deep cleansing breath, grabbed her overnight bag, and ran down the stairs to meet Michael at the door. She tossed the bag by the back wall of the entrance hall, smoothed her dress, and then opened the door. Her eyes were treated to a wonderful surprise. Michael greeted her wearing an off-white sports jacket over a light blue dress shirt and slacks to match the jacket. She admired the way he had left his shirt slightly open to reveal his broad, suntanned chest.

Michael was pleased with the way Selena's eyes flashed approvingly towards him and he could have sworn she licked her lips. He commented, "I guess you approve?" He took the opportunity to gaze at the way she had dressed for him. Her dress was of black lace over silk. The skirt twirled around her legs, the sleeves laying slightly off the shoulder, the neckline curving down, over her breasts and then up to the other shoulder. She wore a fringed, lacey shawl over the top. On her wrists she wore large matching, gold bangles. The bangles held the design of a chess board. What should have been the white squares sparkled with a diamond cut design, the black squares a brushed yellow gold. The gold bands closed about her wrist with a latch that disappeared inside the bracelet, a second delicate chain attached to a small ring as a safety clasp. Around her neck she wore a necklace that matched exactly. The necklace held a charm that was the image of the chess piece of the queen. She wore a simple pair of diamond stud earrings in her ears. She had curled her hair to frame her face, allowing her to hide behind her locks and look at Michael with her lowered, heavy, and very intoxicated eyes. Michael did wonder at her choice in jewelry, but lost the desire to ask about it when Selena stepped into him.

The wine Selena had been consuming all afternoon had gone to her head. Her sense of restraint had been subdued. She leaned seductively against Michael and purred, "You, My Knight in the Shining White Suite, look absolutely perfect." She drew his mouth to hers and kissed him passionately. Michael's head became intoxicated from the wine on her breath and her hands lightly holding him against her. He returned her kiss and encircled her in a hug that crushed the soft black lace of her dress against her arm. He had a feeling this was the perfect start to what promised to be a perfect evening.

Michael and Selena spent the next couple of hours in complete abandon. Selena wanted to make sure that Michael would remember this part of their date forever. After dinner, she convinced him to take her to Patrick's club. They were seated and had ordered drinks. Then Michael spirited Selena off to the dance floor and whirled her around for an eternity. During the second dance of the evening, Michael had taken Selena's hand in his, her bracelet sliding down a bit. He noticed her eyes become glassy with pain, looked at her wrists, and found the raw skin she had tried to hide underneath. He started to ask, but Selena danced away from him teasing him with a seductive smile and dance movements. Then Michael had tried to ask Selena about her sisters again, but every time he did, she took another drink and pretended she had not heard him. At first he was glad that she was trying to forget her troubles with a little liquor, but after she had consumed a fourth glass of wine on top of what he knew from the empty bottle he had seen on her counter before they left her kitchen that evening, told him she wasn't just trying to forget her troubles. He sensed something was very wrong and began to cut her off from drinking so much. Instead, he kept her on the dance floor or eating something to combat the alcohol in her system. Little did Michael know that his troubles were going to get more complicated than just keeping his date from drinking herself to death.

Selena, though not aware of Michael's subtle attempts to get her sober, did feel her alcohol-induced numbness to her problems beginning to ebb. She smiled up at Michael as he held her in his arms to a slow dance song. She almost cried in that moment because of the guilt that rose up to convince her not to go through with Patrick's plan. Then Michael expertly led her through a series of dance steps and he tried to bend her back. His hip pressed into her stomach and she had to bite her tongue from crying out in pain. She shook away the memory of Patrick's body pushing her into the counter and the slice he had left in her stomach afterwards. Instead, she kissed Michael and threw herself back into the fantasy she had created with Michael of the perfect evening.

Interrupting their evening was a voice over a loud speaker paging Michael to come to the cashier's desk for a telephone call. Selena froze as she was brought back to reality. Michael disappeared into the crowd and she knew that her dream was over and her nightmare was about to begin again. She looked over at their table and saw Patrick's friend, Lenox, waiting for her. When she was comfortable, he admonished, "I've been watching you, Miss Kirk. You've been drinking too much."

"Just get this over with!" She remarked, "What am I suppose to do?"

"First smile. If Mr. Knight returns I want him to think we're old friends."

"That will be the day."

"Just give me your hand." Lenox held her hand and enclosed a vial in it, "Put this in Knight's drink before he gets back. It will not hurt him; just make him a little drunk. When the drug takes affect, drive him and his car to the house."

Selena asked, "Where am I suppose to put him once I get there?"

Lenox replied, "Take him to the attic apartment and put the car into the double garage for safe keeping. Here are the keys so you can get in. Make sure Knight is secured inside the room. Patrick wants you to meet him in his room. We want to discuss some further business for you do to tomorrow."

Selena prevented him from getting up, demanding, "Further business! What are you talking about? I deliver Michael and you give me back my sisters. That was the deal."

Lenox glanced over at the bar and noticed Michael coming toward them. He replied, "Don't get excited, Miss Kirk, just deliver the merchandise and we'll deliver yours afterwards. Now put this in his drink before he returns." Lenox watched her add the drug into Michael's glass and then he kissed her cheek before leaving her alone.

Lenox had only been gone a few seconds when Michael sat down and asked, "Who was that?" He held the drugged glass in his hand and drank the entire contents.

Ashamed of what she had been forced to do, Selena impatiently watched Michael drink the poison. The alcohol induced high she had been escaping with all evening had been driven from her system. She felt very cold and very sober. "Well, the first step is over. I betrayed him," she thought, "There is no turning back." Out loud, she answered, "I'm sorry, Michael. What did you say?"

"Forget it, Selena. Are you ready to go back to the dance floor again?" Michael felt his mind wander off for a second and then Selena's smiling face went a little haywire. Michael blinked and grabbed the side of the table for balance. When things became clear again, he heard Selena asking him if he was all right. As he answered, "I'm fine," the room began to spin again.

Selena gently shook his shoulder and suggested, "Maybe we should go, Michael. I know we've both done a little too much partying tonight."

Michael slurred, "But...But I've...I've only had three drinks...I think." His stomach leapt into his chest, burning his throat.

Selena pressed, "Come on, Michael. People are starting to stare. Let me take you out of here." She gathered her shawl and purse and edged out of their booth. She signaled to a nearby waiter and he came over to the table. Quickly she made sure that Michael was almost unconscious again and then she ordered, "Please put our bill on Patrick Judson's account. I'm his secretary and this is a client of his."

"Yes, Miss Kirk, I remember you," responded the waiter, "Do you need any help with him?"

Selena smile uncomfortably, "No, thank you...but could you have our car brought around to the front?" Picking through Michael's jacket, she fished out their parking number and handed it to the waiter. After he disappeared, she prodded Michael out of his stupor, "Michael, Darling, I'm going to get you out of here. I am so sorry."

Unable to think for himself, Michael nodded and cooperated with Selena. He leaned against her for support until they reached KITT. KITT saw the trouble that Selena was having and opened the passenger door for her. KITT asked, "What happened to him?"

Michael answered loudly, "KITT, ole buddy! How ya doin!" He reached over to push the ignition but Selena caught his hand.

She soothed, "Just relax, Michael. I am taking care of everything. You just hang on for the ride." While hurrying to the driver's side, She tripped on a rock and broke her shoe. She was able to brace herself on KITT's hood instead of falling on it.

KITT sensed her condition and offered, "Maybe I should drive?"

Selena refused, "I can drive, KITT. I am not the one who got drunk. Besides, I'm taking him to a place where he can sober up before Devon sees him."

"No problem, Selena, I trust you," replied KITT.

KITT's remark made Selena feel guilty again. But even as she felt it, she quickly reminded herself that she was doing the right thing by trading a car that could be replaced for her sisters who could not be. "Am I doing the right thing," she thought.

Driving along the quiet lonely highway gave her time to think about what she was doing. She hated the fact that no matter which way she turned, she was hurting someone she loved. But as she thought about her sisters being tortured by Patrick, and him torturing her as he had done that afternoon, her fear of him reinforced her determination to follow his orders. Before she could do anymore soul searching, the long driveway that she knew led to Patrick's mansion appeared. She drove up it and stopped before an iron gate, which connected to tall brick walls. Behind the gate was the grounds that surrounded a huge three story, Tudor styled mansion. KITT surveyed the grounds and asked, "Selena, where are we?" He had become suspicious as the drive took longer than he expected. It was then that he scanned Michael's body for signs of alcohol. Instead he found the drug that had incapacitated him. He said, "What's wrong with Michael?"

Selena lied, "I told you. He's drunk."

Selena ignored him and pushed the bell on the security box outside the big gates. She announced herself and the gates opened. She was about to shift into drive, but KITT took control and demanded, "No, he is not, Selena, what did you give him? What are you doing?"

She evaded, "Nothing. Now don't play anymore games and let me go on." Before KITT could protest further, Selena switched back to manual control and the gate closed behind them. After parking near the big mansion, she began the process of getting Michael out of the car and up to the attic apartment. Halfway up the dark flight of stairs, his weight started to bear down on her and she tried to get him to wake up a little more. She managed to get him to at least open his eyes, but he could not keep them open. Finally, after twice giving up and falling, she got him into his disguised prison cell.

Once inside the little attic apartment, she laid him gently on the bed and let him sleep. She knew that she was supposed to put handcuffs on him, but she could not bear to do it tonight. She walked around the room and found her suitcase and a picture of her sisters lying on top of the dresser near the double bed. There was a note from Patrick inside the frame. She read it and mumbled that he had a sick sense of humor. She threw the note in the garbage. Then she retrieved her light blue silk pajama set and matching robe from her bag. She had just slipped her dress off when she heard Michael begin to stir. She hoped that the drug she had given him was finally beginning to wear off. She had been cussing out Patrick as she changed and Michael smiled up at her. Through the fog in his brain and the darkness of the room, he saw the beautiful woman he'd been dreaming about dressed in only a soft silk full-slip. He grabbed her hand as she slipped into a long robe and asked, "What are you so angry about?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled, "I was wishing you had not passed out on me."

Michael rubbed his head and said, "My head feels the same. I am sorry I drank so much." He tried to get up, but the room began to spin again and his stomach lurched. He held his head in pain and lay back down. His eyes looked around the unfamiliar room in the dark and asked, "How did...where are we?"

Selena caressed his cheek and said, "At a friends. I thought you could use some time to sober up before Devon sees you again."

Michael's head cleared again, his eyes finding the view of Selena's body peeking out at him from under her robe. He slipped his hand inside her robe and pulled her to lie beside him. He laughed, "Well, Lady, since I can't seem to move without the room spinning; you are just going to have to help me get well before the morning." He kissed her urgently, seductively. Selena felt her tears hot on her cheeks as she felt her body become soft and open to Michael's touch. After the violence she had experienced at Patrick's touch, to be made love to by Michael would be so healing and subtly bring her own form of revenge on Patrick. She whispered into Michael's ear, coaxing him to take her, make love to her. Her hands cascading down his chest and then going to his back where she raked her nails as she wrapped a leg around his waist and pushed herself under him. She closed her eyes to his kisses, arching her neck to give him complete freedom to arouse her all of her senses.

As Michael moved against her, his lips on her skin, his body enjoying her seducing hands the heady feeling returned to his head. He wanted to remain inside her for as long as possible, but the need to be unconscious, the need to prevent himself from feeling the burning nausea from before was coming back full speed.

Selena felt Michael's hesitation. She looked into his eyes and grimaced at the pain she saw there. Then they became glazed over and she knew he was about to pass out again. She realized that KITT was still parked by the house, so she coaxed Michael back to sleep, slipped out from under him and then hurried outside to put KITT into the garage. As she descended the stairs, she tied her robe more securely around her partially clothed body.

Outside, Patrick had waited for quite awhile for Selena to leave the attic where Knight was now his prisoner. He opened and closed the garage door for her. He confronted her in front of KITT. She tried to leave, but Patrick pulled her aside and demanded, "Toy, Where are you going?"

"Back to the attic."

KITT's monitor came on and Patrick asked, "What is that?"

Selena looked over and explained, "The alarm system."

Patrick pushed, "Shut it off. It won't be needed here."

Selena argued, "I can't. I don't know how."

He pushed her at the car and repeated, "Shut if off, or I will."

"I'd love to see you try that." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She stuck her head inside KITT and pleaded, "Shut down, KITT. Please don't cause any trouble."

KITT refused, "What is going on, Selena?"

"Nothing! Just shut down."

"Where is Michael?"

"Check it out, KITT. But please, please shut down."

Patrick looked in and asked, "What is taking you so long, Selena?"

"I'm doing the best that I can, Patrick," explained Selena. "You know Michael didn't exactly roll out the red carpet and teach me about every little gizmo that this thing does."

"Well do it faster!" He ordered. KITT finally relented and became silent. When Selena was safely outside, he locked his doors and darkened the windows. Patrick held out his hand and requested; "Now I want the keys."

Selena pretended to misunderstand him, "KITT...I mean...the car doesn't use keys."

"I want the keys to the room, Selena."

Dropping her hands in her robe's pockets, She shrugged, "I left them up in the room. I guess I'll have to give them to you in the morning."

Sighing, Patrick shoved her against KITT's slick side, roughly hitting her back. He held her there while searching for the keys in her pockets. He warned, "You broke another rule of the game, Toy! I will have those keys."

Pushing him away from her, Selena threw the keys at him and threatened, "Here! Patrick Sir! Yes, you have forced me to play this game again! But if you abuse me again..." She saw the dangerous look on Patrick's face, but remembered Michael in the attic and KITT within easy reach to her. She got in Patrick's face and promised, "Remember, Patrick, I can undo what I've done!" She squared her shoulders and ran back into the house. Upon entering the room, she found Michael still asleep. She stretched out her exhaustion and tiptoed over to a bay window on the far side of the room. She cuddled up inside the large, cushioned window seat and pulled a blanket around her legs. Upon inspection, she discovered that someone had forgotten to nail it shut. She pushed it open a crack and allowed herself to escape into the fresh ocean breeze. Soon she stared blankly at the cliff that marked the end of Patrick's property. If she cared to, she could have seen the beach and ocean beyond the cliff. For some reason, she began to feel warm and safe. She began to drift out of consciousness.

Little did she know that her security came from Michael coming to stand behind her. He had come over to enjoy the view when he noticed the tears still wet on her slumbering face. He gently brushed her cheek, but she jumped up and swatted away his hand. She had raised her hands in defense, trying to prevent him from getting to her. He heard her whimpered, "No, Patrick!" Then she met his gaze; her terror filled eyes became soft and she allowed him to withdraw her from her hide-away. She sought the comfort he offered within the sanctuary of his arms. As he tried to kiss away her troubles, she felt him sway against her and she could see that he was becoming groggy again. She helped him back over to the bed. She used what she believed were her last moments as Michael's friend...his lover as just that. She pushed him to lie down. He reached out for her hands. When she took his fingers within hers, he pulled her to lie on top of him. She poured herself into making love to him, opening his shirt incredibly slow, teasing his skin with her sharp fingernails. She kissed his skin like she was kissing a flower's petals. She moved down his body removing his clothes, blazing a trail with her lips, savoring each spot as if she were trying to burn it to her memory. Each sliver of touch, each breath blown against his skin brought shivers to Michael's body. He was floating as his angel, his queen pushed him to the limits of Love's passions. Out of the depths of his dreams he felt her tears wetting his chest, her hair drying his nipples. As her passion rose and she became lost on the climb to climax, he heard her reciting over and over that she was sorry, begging him to forgive her. Michael didn't understand, only feeling both the wonderful joys of being loved by this wonderful woman and the sickness of whatever had invaded his body. Within the moon light, he could not stand her teasing any longer. He clasped her body to his and rolled over until she was pinned beneath him. He parted her thighs easily with his and dove deeply into her body. Their lips joined as each sought to fulfill their needs. Michael felt his body draining him of strength as he felt himself orgasm inside Selena's warm body, her legs wrapping around him like a vice, her hips arching, meeting him thrust for thrust...helping him, herself to find sanctuary in orgasm's haven. Finally, his eyes slightly opened to see her cheeks drenched with tears yet a small smile touching her lips. She held him like a child against her chest until he fell asleep. She whispered, "Thank you, My Knight. Please don't hate me tomorrow morning when you find out I'm nothing more than Patrick's toy...his whore!" When she was sure he was asleep again, she pulled the blankets up over them, curled up inside his arms and fell into a troubled sleep of her own.