3.
~ The Point Man had their dinner sent to the room. Neither one of them had any desire to be around other people at the moment. The two of them ate in near silence as dusk crept over the windows.
Ariadne excused herself to shower and change. The Point Man returning to his post by the window. Ever vigilant and watchful.
When she emerged once more in a night gown Arthur brought for her, he told her she could have the bed. He was seated in a comfortable looking chair as his eyes stayed fixed on the window.
"Are you sure?" She asked hesitantly as she snapped off the light. She was already exhausted from the days events. She had been grinding her teeth a lot lately and it was hard to let her guard down to sleep. Her nerves had been on edge ever since Christian had approached her on the walk home.
"I'm sure." his voice came to her.
Ariadne smoothed the covers safely over her body. A ritual that made her feel more protected and modest.
"I'm sorry I asked about the fetish thing. It's none of my business." he told the darkness.
"No, it's not." She said stiffly.
She could never explain to Arthur what Christian would do to her. What he made her do and what she allowed him to do. The Point Man would never understand the excitement her abuser would stir in her. How she had surprised herself by loving what he would do, and feel so afraid of other parts.
"We can't run from him forever." She said to the darkness.
"No, we can't." Arthur voice came soothingly back.
She felt her tension ease at the sound of his strong and steady voice.
"So, what are we going to do?" She asked.
"My plan is to get you away. Then we can handle Mr. Tate." Arthur said.
"He won't let me go. I'm his possession." Ariadne said. Tears coming to her eyes at the memory of Christian's hand between her legs. His fingers dipping into her damp places.
His breath whispering, 'This is mine. You. Belong. To. Me.' in her ear.
"Bella is a possession." Arthur said sternly. "You can posses a car, you can't posses a person."
Ariadne thought to argue. Christian had wanted her to sign a contract when they first started dating that she would indeed belong to him. He wanted to be able to control every aspect of her life. She had refused to sign it, but the handsome, powerful CEO eventually controlled her anyway.
"I think Christian would disagree." She whispered.
"Why is that?" Arthur asked.
"He always treated me like..." She swallowed hard.
"Like what?" Arthur prompted.
Ariadne shook her head.
"It's not important. How are you going to deal with Christian?" She asked.
"Well, I was thinking we might go into his dreams. Extract information out of him he wouldn't want the public to know. Or place an idea in his mind to give up on you." Arthur said casually.
Ariadne felt herself tense again. The idea of what Arthur and Cobb might find in Christian's mind filled her with fear. They would find out, not just Christian's dark secrets, but hers as well. They would see her naked body restrained. He arms pulled behind her as her ex lover was sadistically touching her. Her cries of pleasure as he made her climax against her will. They would see how Christian would beat her with a flogger and force her to do things to him. It would be an all new kind of violation.
"No." Ariadne said with a start. "I don't want you to go into Christian's mind."
"Why not?" Arthur asked. A lamp snapped on beside the bed and the Point Man was sitting next to her. The mattress sagging under his weight.
Ariadne sat up.
"Christian and I were intimate. I don't want you to see that." Ariadne told him as she kept her focus on her hands.
"I'm not going to go searching for that." Arthur assured her. "Were just going to go looking for his secrets. Espionage, insider trading. Nothing sexual."
"Arthur, Christian's darkest secrets are sexual." Ariadne admitted.
~ The Point Man's lean body was molded around Ariadne's. He spooned around her and her soft, little hands were playing with his long fingers. She was a perfect fit next to him as she explained all about the mysterious Christian Tate.
"You won't find any corporate wrong doings. Trust me." Ariadne whispered.
Her focus on the Point Man's fingers as they laced in and out of hers.
"He makes food drops to war ravaged countries. He funds education programs and children's homes. His family is perfect to." She whispered.
Arthur said nothing. He let her fingers play itsy bitsy spider with his.
"But it's his personal life... that's what he keeps secret. From everyone." She whispered.
Arthur pulled her closer. Sensing this was hard for her.
"First time I suspected something was wrong was when he tracked my cell phone. I thought it was romantic at first. This rich, handsome guy wanted me. It was like a dream come true. Then, the first time I went to his place, he gives me a non disclosure agreement to sign." She said with a bitter laugh.
"What?" Arthur almost laughed himself. It was so ludicrous.
"He's an important person. If his life style ever got out, it would be more then embarrassing for him." She explained.
"What life style?" Arthur asked.
"I signed the NDA because I wanted to. I figured 'how bad could it be?'. Then he took me to his play room." Ariadne whispered.
The Point Man pulled away from her slightly. He felt a sour sickly sensation of vomit want to rise up.
"I was only 19. I had never been with... anyone before. He said he had to start training me." She whispered.
Arthur tensed around her.
"What did he do?" He asked in her ear. His body curving around hers again. Hoping he made her feel safe as she flexed his fingers open and closed over her own. The Architect seeming soothed by his hands.
"He explained he didn't make love." Ariadne said sniffing back a sob. "That he wanted me to submit to him sexually at all times. He wanted to..." She took a deep breath as Arthur held her tighter. His face buried in her hair.
"He even prepared a contract for me to sign." She laughed and rubbed her face with her hand. Arthur took the opportunity to kiss her neck.
"I didn't sign it." She assured him. "But that didn't stop him."
"Did he rape you?" Arthur whispered.
"No." Ariadne said simply. "No, I wanted to be with him. I was scared at first, but I thought it was exciting. I was so stupid. He took my virginity as a preparation for my... my training." She said softly. "Then, things got much worse. I wasn't allowed to see my friends. I went to see my mother and he followed me to Florida. That should have told me he was bad news. But I didn't want to believe it. I thought I was in love." She explained.
Arthur said noting as she started to play with his hands again.
"He had me move in with him and it was like I was cut off from the rest of the world. Christian was extremely jealous if I spent time with anyone other then him. He made me leave school because I was friends with a photographer. He wouldn't let me see my old roommate because her brother was visiting. I didn't listen to my friends when they said he was too controlling. I thought that what you did when you loved someone." Ariadne explained.
"The play room?" Arthur prompted.
Ariadne shook her head.
"I don't have to tell you about that, Arthur. I'm not going to." She said bitterly.
"Alright." Arthur said. He didn't press the issue. But he desperately wanted to know what was done to the pretty, petite Architect.
Ariadne shifted out of his arms suddenly and moved to sit in front of him. She looked over the Point Man and then easily slipped off her night gown. Arthur was unable to stop his eyes from drinking in the sight of her delicate skin. It's raw beauty marred by more dark bruises that Christian left on her. Bruises to her neck and shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Arthur asked as she moved over him. Her body cat like as she started to kiss him sweetly on the lips. Her kiss soft and wonderful as it enticed his body to respond.
"What does it feel like I'm doing?" She whispered to him as his hands grazed up her back. The feel of her beautiful skin sent a shiver of want through him. Her skin was like satin as she was breathing heavy kisses on his neck.
"I want you on top." She whispered in a child like voice as she rolled off him. He was already so lost to her, he didn't question it. Didn't ask her what had changed so sharply in their relationship that she was now gloriously stripped before him.
He nimbly sat up and shed his shirt and pants as she was kicking off her panties. Her body stunning and beautiful in the light of their room.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto her. Luxuriating in the feel of flesh meeting flesh. His breathing picking up as his lips devoured her neck.
"My hands." She gasped as her hips bucked upward to him. The Point Man was grateful that he still had boxers on or he would have wanted to take her wanting body fully.
"Hold my hands down!" She pleaded.
Arthur pulled away from her and examined her beautiful body that was so helpless under him. She looked wide eyed and innocent as her hands rested on the sides of her head. Almost like she wanted to be in a position where she couldn't touch him.
He carefully placed his hands over her wrists. Like handcuffs made of fingers, his large hands laced gently over where wrists.
She quickly pulled free. A wild, manic look in her face.
"Hold me down!" She demanded sharply.
Arthur couldn't understand what it was she wanted. He wanted her beautiful, little hands to be free to touch him. He wanted her to explore his body as he explored hers. A mutual enjoyment called lovemaking. Something about what she was demanding seemed odd and made him ill at ease.
Like a dutiful lover, he gently held her down again as he ground his hips in between her legs. His lips were on her neck again as she moaned under him. Her body making a struggle to escape.
"Sir!" She panted softly as she enjoyed the friction of their bodies together. Her hips bucking and her arms trying to free themselves from his grasp.
Suddenly her arms snapped free of his gentle hold and she slapped him hard on the face.
"I said, hold me down!" She screamed in violent anger as the Point Man stared back at her in shock.