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  Finally, they were finished and he was hard as a rock but there were certain things they needed to go over. He quickly left and returned carrying a small tray with a silver lid.

  "Are you hungry, Skye?" he asked her softly.

  "Oh, yes, Sir." She quickly moved to his feet and knelt as he had instructed earlier. Gracefully.

  Elijah smiled and patted her head gently. "Good girl."

  She could have purred on the spot. It felt so good that all of her hard work from practicing had finally paid off and he did approve. "Thank you, Sir." He walked over, sat on his chair and noticed she didn't move from her kneeling position. She was a natural submissive, just needed some help admitting it, accepting it, embracing it. "Are you going to join me?"

  "If it will please you, Sir."

  "Come over here, Skye," Elijah said with a chuckle. "Do you like Chinese?"

  "I do, Sir." Her eyes sparkled.

  "Orange chicken?"

  "My favorite."

  Elijah laughed. "Well, try mine." He lifted the silver lid off the tray to reveal a marvelous looking orange chicken with broccoli and fried rice. He took a bite-sized piece onto the fork and blew on it before holding it out to her.

  She reached to take the fork but he shook his head. "Let me feed you, Skye. I desire to feed you—let me be in control."

  She felt another surge of dampness between her legs at the simple gesture and opened her mouth slightly. She felt like a young child, being fed by her father but then when their eyes locked, she saw his desire. She saw how much he enjoyed feeding her and she wouldn't deny him the happiness. It made her happy to see him happy. Wasn't that what the life of a submissive was supposed to be?

  "You're going home tonight, Skye. There is a lot you need to think about. If you choose to come back tomorrow, we can continue. If not, then it was a fun day." Elijah smiled.

  That night, Skye drove home with specific orders not to touch herself even though it killed her not to, and she had to return again the next day for more training. Once in her bed, she tossed and turned and then fell into sleep, only to have a vivid dream.

  Chapter 3

  DesCon was the premier photography convention, held annually in Los Angeles; anybody wanting to make a name for themselves (or those who already had) could brush shoulders with each other in the endless quest for inspiration. A warm orange haze settled over the land of dreams on that warm April afternoon as hundreds of dreamers milled about the large convention center, looking for their fated connection. Skye Black too, looked around the well-organized chaos with a sense of apprehension and excitement. Skye had begged for weeks before her boss relented and allowed her to represent them. She had been prepared for the size of the event, but not quite permitted herself to fathom the absolute chaos. Feeling overwhelmed, she excused herself from the booth and sprinted to the elevators—riding up to the roof, and freedom.

  As the elevator door burst open, sunlight and fresh hair flooded in, filling Skye with the sights, sounds, and smells of downtown. She gave a contented sigh, and stepped out of the elevator, quickly crossing the roof to the ledge. The open air was so much more welcome than the stuffy non air-conditioned hell of the convention center. As her breathing returned to normal, she brushed her flowing golden hair out of her eyes, reframing her slender face and revealing her beautiful auburn eyes.

  "Had to get out of there too, eh?" A voice finally broke through Skye's thoughts, and she turned. There looking at her was a guy who looked to be a few years older than her. A slender, yet well-built form wearing a formal black jacket over a simple white collared shirt and grey dress pants. He had icy blue eyes and short messy hair, and an aura that seemed to draw Skye right in. "I couldn't stand it in there any longer either, I'm not good with no air conditioning."

  "Somehow I doubt that," Skye smiled, looking him over. "You look like you'd be just right without air conditioning."

  The man grinned at her reply. "Someone's feeling awfully catty today." He extended his hand. "I'm Elijah. Elijah Erickson, to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

  Skye blushed when she realized just how lascivious her comment came across, but quickly took his hand and shook it. "Skye Black. I'm sorry about that. I-um, I get nervous when there's a lot of people around."

  "I'm a lot of people?" Elijah laughed. "Well, I knew I was crazy, but I didn't know I was 'Multiple Personality Disorder' crazy."

  "I meant below," Skye blushed again. "There's just so much going on."

  "Is this your first DesCon?" he asked. "It's always like this."

  "You mean unorganized chaos?"

  "Something like that." His blue eyes flashed playfully.

  "I must look crazy."

  "You look fine to me," he said with a mischievous boyish smirk. "Then again, I am crazy, right?"

  Skye blushed again, robbed for a moment of the ability to make a coherent reply. "Hey, hey, don't be that way. I was just teasing."

  "I've been self-conscious all my life." Skye looked across the horizon wistfully, absent-mindedly.

  "It comes with the city, doesn't it?" Elijah walked over and stood beside her. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

  "I'm fine; I'm just not… thinking correctly." She smiled, wincing slightly as her stomach loudly reminded her of the large gap of time that had elapsed since she had eaten last.

  "Maybe some food in your stomach would help you focus. C'mon, I'll treat ya!" Elijah grinned again and took her hand gently, leading her back towards the elevator.

  "A-all right, just as long as we can avoid the crowds. All those people make me feel really confined."

  "I shall protect you from these random peons m'lady, you have my word as a gentleman, and a crazy person."

  "Are you the office comedian?" Skye turned her head playfully.

  "Me? Oh no, no no. He gets paid to tell jokes. Every time I show a bit of lip, I have to pay them."

  "Then I'm surprised you manage to make any money whatsoever," she teased as they arrived at the elevator.

  "Says the pretty girl who started flirting with me the second she saw me." Skye blushed again. "Don't be embarrassed, my blue eyes have that effect on people, or so I'm told."

  Skye nodded, somewhat flustered as the elevator arrived with a ding, and the rush of hydraulics; she took a deep breath. She hated elevators but they were much faster and far less sweat-inducing than taking the stairs. She closed her eyes, hoping Elijah didn't notice her sudden rising tension. If he did, he didn't say anything. He stepped on beside her and the door closed. The elevator began its descent back down into the steamy bowels of the convention center. Elijah was humming a soft little tune, while Skye stared nervously at the numbers slowly dropping as second by second ticked by. The elevator lurched and came to a stop—somewhere between floors four and five.

  "There already?" Elijah opened an eye. "Faster going down than it was coming up."

  "It beeped for floor five, but it hasn't for floor four yet… Elijah," Skye began.

  "That's weird," Elijah cut her off. "It just stopped like that. The power's still on, I'm not sure."

  "I think it might be broken…" Skye tried and failed to keep the fear from rising into her voice.

  "We'd better call someone then," Elijah replied, crossing over to the panel and pressing the emergency call button. "Hello? Hello, is anybody answering?"

  Precious seconds ticked by like moments of eternity before the speaker crackled to life and someone replied, "Hi, yes, this is Dan. I'm the head of maintenance, what seems to be the problem?"

  "My name's Elijah, we're in one of the elevators and it's stopped running somewhere between floors four and five, we're trapped inside," Elijah explained.

  "I'll check the system. We should have you out of there in no time," Dan replied professionally. "The important thing to do is to stay calm, this sort of thing happens more often than you'd think."

  Skye let out a nervous whimper and shook. "Elijah."

  "What's wrong?" He looked at her.
/>   "I can't be here; I can't do this. This can't be happening," she whispered, her breathing increasing. "Oh, God please tell me this isn't happening."

  "Whoa, Skye," Elijah began, setting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, it's going to be okay. He said this happens every day, it's perfectly natural. We're going to be just fine."

  "I can't do this, Elijah," she whispered. "I was on the roof because of how crowded it was down there, and now…"

  "Wait, you mean to tell me you're claustrophobic?" Elijah looked at her with concern.

  Skye nodded unhappily, falling to her knees and sidling over to one corner of the elevator, attempting to make herself a small as physically possible.

  Elijah pressed the help button again. "Dan, listen, you need to get this elevator working now. We've got a girl here with severe claustrophobia, she's having a panic attack in the elevator right now."

  The speaker crackled. "I found the problem. System says the security camera shorted out in that elevator. It was on the same circuit as the pulley system. So we don't have a visual on you guys, but I've got someone down there trying to fix it. Are the lights still on?"

  "The lights are still on," Elijah confirmed.

  "Good, that means it only damaged the one system, it should speed up repair time. You're looking at around two hours. Now listen, the important thing is to keep her calm."

  Skye trembled and let out a soft noise. Dan continued, "Elijah, was it? You need to keep that girl calm; it's going to be a little while. It's important that you stay calm and stay safe."

  "I'll do my best," Elijah mumbled.

  "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help, be safe," Dan finished, the speaker going dead. Now the only sound in the room was Skye's heavy breathing.

  "Skye?" Elijah tentatively asked, reaching over and putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

  "Sorry." She sniffed, keeping part of her face buried in a sleeve, tears from fear staining the brown leather. She'd dressed business casual to add the appearance of professionalism, instead it just made her feel more confined. "I'm doing a pretty good job of embarrassing myself, aren't I?"

  "Don't talk like that, there's nothing embarrassing about having claustrophobia. Lots of people can't stand tight spaces. Especially elevators." He smiled reassuringly.

  "But I promised myself I wouldn't break down like this. I'm an adult. It's humiliating."

  "Want to know a secret?" He looked at her. "If you take your head out from your sleeve, I'll tell you."

  Skye gave a deep breath and pulled back, looking over at Elijah for the first time in several minutes. Her hair had become a mess and her cheeks and eyes were flushing from the tears. "What secret?"

  "I used to have a phobia of my own." Elijah smiled earnestly.

  "You? But you look so confidant. How can that be?" She stared with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "I've heard of people conquering their fears but… how?"

  "I had terrible stage fright. I couldn't get up and speak in front of a crowd if my life depended on it. If you knew me then, you wouldn't think I was so confidant." Elijah laughed. "I thought I'd never break my fear and be able to handle each situation calmly."

  "But… here you are." Skye smiled weakly.

  "Yup. Here I am," Elijah nodded. "My boss forced me to give presentations over and over and over again until I just fell through to the other side. I'm not sure how, just one day I suddenly wasn't as afraid anymore."

  "And it kept getting better? You got over it?"

  "Hey, I'm here, ain't I?" He smiled sympathetically and patted her shoulder. "Don't be ashamed, you give it more power over you when you are."

  "But then… how can I be like that?"

  "Fight it. Face it, you're here right now. You're with me, you're safe and nothing's going to happen." He watched her.

  The elevator chose this moment to give a violent shake, rocking back and forth noticeably and reducing Skye to a fit of whimpers.

  "Eh, Murphy's Law strikes again," Elijah said with a sigh. "It's just a bit of settling, it'll pass."

  "No, it won't. They said it'll take two hours!" Skye cried out. "What happens in two hours? That was a lot of shaking! The cables will break. The elevator will fall; we're going to be killed!"

  Elijah got closer to her and gently rubbed her shoulders to try and relax her. She gave a noise and a jerk of protest but didn't pull away from his touch. "What did I say about that kind of thinking? Hey, do you have anything that can make you feel better?"

  "My mom always used to give me chocolate if I had to stay in a tight area for too long," Skye admitted. "Something about it—whenever I get scared—if I have chocolate, life's going to be okay."

  "Chocolate, eh?" Elijah's smile was back. "What kind?"

  "Milk and white, they're both good," Skye whispered.

  "Are you sure we're not meant to meet or something?" Elijah laughed. "I mean, wow, the odds."

  "You like both too?"

  "Very much. In fact, I bought some to snack on during the convention. I've been keeping it in my suitcase."

  "You have chocolate?" Her expression seemed to perk up and she looked at him.

  "I do, absolutely, let me get it." Elijah smiled excitedly and opened his briefcase. From within he produced two large bars of chocolate, one milk and the other white. "Is this brand okay?"

  "A-any brand is fine." Skye blushed.

  "Here then, take, enjoy." Elijah broke a piece off the milk chocolate, and unwrapping it, handed it to Skye who took it and stared at it for a moment. She then took a slow and delicate bite, letting the warm chocolate ooze over her pink lips and electrify her taste buds. She slowly sucked on the bite, rolling it around in her mouth and allowing the flavors to coat the inside of her mouth before swallowing. She gave a more relaxed smile and turned to Elijah. "Thank you."

  "Well, that was quite a transformation." He smiled. "Really calms you down, eh?"

  "It helps," she admitted. "If only for a moment."

  "Then have some more, so that it might keep helping." He broke off another small piece, and acting on instincts that surprised even him, gently slid it to her lips himself. Skye's face registered only the slightest amounts of shock, but allowed him to push the chocolate through her lips into her warm, waiting mouth. She gave a soft moan and a shudder at the flavor, enjoying the sheer sensuality of the moment.

  "Can we maybe try something that might help?" Elijah's face took a seductive tone. "It might help distract you?"

  "What do you have in mind?" Skye sighed, relaxing more.

  "I know we don't know each other very well, and this is a public place but…"

  "Thank you… for being so nice to me," Skye cut him off. Leaning over, she gave him a slow kiss on the lips, passing the electric charge along to Elijah and causing him to shudder slightly in pleasure. The feeling of her warm, hot lips and the delicate chocolate tones from the candy sent them both over the edge into fantasyland. As the kiss became more heated, Elijah gripped the back of her head, and she gripped his shoulders. Their mouths opening with passion fueled by their predicament. Their tongues danced provocatively around each other, tasting one another and tasting the wonderful magic of the chocolate that had started it all. When they finally pulled away, Elijah quickly pressed his forehead to Skye's, rolling on top of her slightly and pushing her against the back wall of the elevator.

  "That—was—wow." He flushed with passion. "I was thinking…"

  "Mmmm, yes?" Skye looked up at him, her eyes focused entirely on his hypnotic grey-blue eyes.

  "Maybe we could have a bit of fun in here. They did say the cameras were down after all." Elijah smirked down at her, enjoying the depth of her beautiful brown eyes.

  "What kind of 'fun' are you thinking about?" She smiled back, relaxing more and more in the presence of this man.

  "What if we take the chocolate and play around with it a little bit." He grinned widely and rolled off her to sit next to her, removing the button on his pants and loosening
his tie.

  "You mean… like that?" She looked at him.

  "We're all alone in an elevator. It's broken down and the cameras are dead; sure why not?"

  "O-okay." She smiled hesitantly. She watched as Elijah gently kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his long pants, leaving him in his shirt and blue boxers. He pulled his tie over his head and tossed it onto the pile of clothing slowly growing in the corner. He unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and began to pull them off when Skye stopped him. "Wait, Elijah! It's… you look better with the shirt on."

  He smiled and his hands dropped down to the blue boxers. His lightly sculpted chest was rising and falling steadily, the excitement and tension now obvious in his muscles as his fingers wrapped around the rim of the final obstacle in their way. Without realizing it, Skye had pushed her head against his shoulder, staring intently at the prize between his legs. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled the underwear down, revealing his semi-hard penis. He clearly cared about his appearance because the hair had been kept trimmed back so it was nonexistent and his circumcised length was very clean. As he quickly stiffened up to a height of seven inches, his dick gave a soft pulse and a twitch, swaying gently in time with his heartbeat and the warmth from his body, and the scent of aroused male reached Skye's nose causing her to inhale deeply, enjoying his rich musk. He's so hard she thought with a bit of awe before she came back to reality. She grabbed the milk chocolate and broke a piece of it off, bringing it slowly over to his stiff penis. She stared at him for a minute more, as if silently asking permission to continue before pressing the firm chocolate fragment against his twitching meat. He gave a quick gasp of breath and nodded. She pressed the bar a bit more firmly now and began to run it up and down along the length, heating the bar up and slowly melting the chocolate. It was slow work.

  Elijah eventually stopped her with a hand. "Here, let me." He smiled lustfully and took her hand, pressing it against his length and mashing the chocolate between hand and penis. "Like this."