Kala's Kapture [Binding The Tease] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Valentine Adams
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Kala's Kapture is a new novel from bestselling author Valentine Adams. Obadiah is an accomplished and well read, if somewhat compulsive, young man. When Kala, a tease, comes to work at his place of employment, he is first taken by her beauty and flirtatiousness. But when he finds that her name, which comes from the Greek means "fire," he is promptly consumed. He must have her at any cost. When the traditional methods fail him, Obie literally takes matters ? well at least where the matter is the girl herself ? into his own hands. He begins by binding the tease.... Another delicious feast of bondage and submission by the master chef of the genre!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2012
I'd been in my last job for almost four years when they hired Kala. She was a brand new college graduate and if I told you the name of the university she'd attended you would immediately know just the sort of girl I expected her to be. I won't mention the university other than to say that it is one of those founded less than fifty years ago by an evangelical church. Yep, everyone goes to chapel every morning as their first class and attendance at the founding evangelical church on Sunday morning is compulsory. Now you can understand the expectations I had and even agree about the sort of girl I expected her to be. And in many instances, that is exactly who she turned out to be, or at least that was the image she meant to leave with anyone who paid attention.
Kala was originally from someplace like Michigan or Kansas. Daddy was a preacher, or as those folks call them, a pastor. So now you should have a fairly good picture of the attitudes most everyone expected from our little Kala. This would be a good time to check out one little interesting tidbit. The name Kala has Gaelic origins and means "fire." While that just doesn't seem to fit very well, just be patient.
Kala started in July or August, summer for sure. She wore skirts to the office every day. But while the other women wore sandals and even flip flops, our little Kala never wore anything that allowed her toes to be seen. I overheard her in the employee lounge one day saying that when she was growing up, she was never allowed to wear open shoes because her father believed that it was sinful for a girl to allow any man other than her husband to see "personal" body parts. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but no more crazy than a lot of crap these pastors peddle to their flocks.
I actually liked the fact that she wore skirts every day. Kala has slim but gorgeous legs. Speaking of that, just about all of what I could actually see from her reddish chestnut hair to her crystal blue eyes was perfect. In fact, almost everything about Kala was ... well, gorgeous. And she had one of those mouths that never really closed when it was relaxed. Her upper lip curls up slightly in the middle, allowing the briefest little flash of very white teeth. Born to have things stuck in there, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Fall came shortly after Kala was hired and the company had a picnic. And while Kala did wear low quarter tennis shoes, the old Converse style in a really faded blue, which of course did hide the toes, she had on a pair of shorts that would make any Bible banging churchgoer blush. It couldn't have been more than five inches from the low waistband to the hemline. She also wore a long-sleeved men's styled shirt that was tied at her midriff, exposing about four or five inches of belly. I learned a valuable lesson that day. Okay, it wasn't particularly valuable, but it was interesting. Apparently the toes are more personal body parts than is the belly. I recorded that for future reference.
I was also allowed to see that the summer sun had not only kissed those lovely legs, but from every visible indication, that tummy as well. So, I wondered, did she wear shoes at the pool or beach? I couldn't imagine.
* * * *
If the company picnic was an eye opener, then I was in for a genuine shock in October. On the last working day of the month, Friday the 29th, as a morale boost, everyone was encouraged to dress in a Halloween costume. Kala and I split the first place prize for best costume. I was dressed as Robin Hood, yep, tights and all. But I was nothing by comparison. Kala should have won all alone. I'm not sure how I fared so well in that competition. I voted for Kala!
She was wearing a cute little gingham dress with puffy short sleeves. The checkered print was pale blue and white and the skirt was big and round with several crinolines under it. Over the front was a white apron with a bib and little straps that went over her shoulders and crossed in the middle of her back. Add to this sheer white tights and sparkly red pumps with about four inch heels and red ribbon-tied pigtails, penciled in freckles and voila, little girl from Kansas! Oh, and did I mention that the big fluffy skirt gave up just the high side of mid-thigh? I've never much believed that sin exists, but if it did, then what I was thinking each time I saw her that day was surely sinful.
As the time passed and days became months and then years, I would see her about three or four times each week. You see, we worked on different floors. But fairly often, when she was on my floor, which is where the mailroom is located, she would make a point of sticking her head into my office and smiling and frequently winking at me and saying something like, "How're things?"
We'd chat for a minute and then she'd be gone. I began to pay attention and for the life of me, never saw her even demonstrate the slightest interest in any other person in the building. So, since she was single, really pretty and sort of sweet, and I'm single and reasonably handsome and nice, the only rational thing to do was ask her out. The first seven requests met with failures.
"You're just not gonna' keep believing this, but I've already got plans. But please don't give up."
I tried my own sneaky tactic. I just ignored her for about two months. I'd watch her walking down the hallway--I have a glass wall with blinds, but I can still see parts of people and she is totally distinctive. Just before she would poke her head in my office, I'd pick up the phone and begin talking. I'd avoid her in the parking lot, acting as if I just didn't see her.
One day the following July, I was busy shopping at EBay on my office computer when the phone rang. I didn't even look at the ID screen, just lifted the receiver.
"This is Obie speaking."
Yep, I was named after my granddaddy Obadiah Dundus Bucklin. Granddaddy was hardcore Irish. Still, I've actually grown to be proud of such a weird moniker.
The sweet, nearly angelic voice on the phone was one that I instantly recognized. I could see Kala smiling at the other end, at least in my mind.
"Obie? Are you mad at me?"
"Why would you ask something like that?"
"Well ... you asked me out a dozen times when I couldn't go and now that I'm free almost all the time, you don't even talk to me anymore."
"I'm talking to you right now. I think you're just being paranoid."
Then a random idea hit me. Ask her out right now.
"So what are you doing tonight?"
There was a pause on the other end and I imagined her searching around her office desperately trying to find an excuse.
"Okay. I could go out tonight."
"Call 911 and begin CPR" was what my mind was screaming, but my voice was calm, cool and suave.
"I'll pick you up at seven. Will that give you time to get home and change or ... whatever?"
"Yes, that's good. You know where I ... oh yeah, you do, don't you?"
* * * *
I was never so glad to have a date over in my life! At one point, I wanted to shout, "How do you spell COLD FISH?"
The entire evening was a waste of my time. She didn't seem to want to talk with me. Everything I suggested she nixed. I've never heard someone say so many times in one night, "I'm just not into that."
I was tempted to ask, "Why don't we just sit and breathe for a few minutes?" but I feared the answer would be, "I'm just not into that."
Our first date started at 7:00 or a few minutes past and was over by 9:45. It was the longest two hours and forty-five minutes of my life. I should have known it was going to be a flop when, in an attempt to assist her getting into my car, I grasped her elbow. It was as if my fingers were blazing hot. She quickly jerked her arm against her side in an effort to avoid any further touch.
To add insult to injury, though, the next morning she stuck her head in my office door and smiled and told me how much she'd enjoyed our evening together. I couldn't help but think to myself, were you on the same date as me?
For the next few months, I laid low. I spoke when I saw her and smiled at her across the parking lot, but otherwise I avoided her at pretty much all costs. And suddenly, it was October again and Halloween plans were being talked up around the office. I'd decided to go as a young office worker. I was getting tired of the hoopla.
But, what of our little Kala? She came dressed in a red sequined sheath dress with black sparkly bangles, black seamed stockings rolled down below the bottom of her skirt to just above her knees, a black feather skull cap hat and black stiletto pumps and a string of pearls about six feet long, wrapped three times around her neck. I never knew I could have loved the twenties so. I was in lust for a flapper and she was the first real live one I'd ever seen.
I couldn't stay away from the training room for the best costume judging and award. The prize went to Kala again this year, but it wasn't shared. And she made sure that I was aware of the fact that she looked hot enough to melt aluminum. She made a point to come over and stand near me without actually addressing me. Then, as I was about to leave the room, she put a hand on my shoulder.
"Obie, aren't we ever gonna' go out again?"
I couldn't resist being painfully honest in my response.
She looked surprised and almost hurt; petulant certainly, and for a moment, almost embarrassed. But from every indication, she didn't allow it to bother her for more than seconds.
"Don't you like me?"
"Kala, I don't even know you. But what I do know is that based on all the feedback you've given me, you don't like me. So, I'll ask my question again. Why?"
Kala wasn't to be put off until she satisfied her ego.
"I've never done anything rude to you, have I? I've never been mean to you. I know that I'm pretty and smart. That all makes me desirable. Why wouldn't you want to go out with me again?"
I stood there just looking at her beautiful blue eyes and the slightly ajar lips, my crotch beginning to react. I really wished she didn't look so good sometimes.
"No, Kala. You've never done any of those things. In fact, you've never done anything, sweetheart. That's the problem. When we went out that one time, we did nothing. We didn't talk, we didn't go to dinner, we didn't go to a movie. NUH ... THING! Why would I want to do that again?"
This time her expression was "hurt" for sure. Her eyes were sparkling with the beginnings of tears and she turned away and spoke just before walking away.
"So we could get to know each other."
I really didn't want to go back home after college graduation so I decided to stay and see if I could find a job. At first, I signed on with one of those temporary agencies that will put you in a job for a few days to a few weeks. That's when I first came to the company where I now work. I really didn't have any skills to speak of. Even though I'd graduated college, with a degree in education, I had no experience. I worked for six weeks as the receptionist before they actually created a job for me. I thing the chief operations officer just liked me.
It turns out that I was the youngest person working in the entire building. I actually felt kind of bored because I didn't have any friends and since I'd only been here in college, I really didn't know anyone. But pretty quickly, I met this guy who works downstairs. His name is really cool. Anyway, I wanted to get to know him but I was also a little afraid of him, too. My father and mother had both told me about being careful with men. They pretty much only want one thing, you know.
So whenever Obie--that's short for Obadiah, cool right? Well, whenever Obie and I would talk, I thought he was interested in me. But then suddenly, he asked me out and I really didn't know what to do. I mean, I wanted to, but ... ?
Finally, I just decided that I'd give it a try and see if we could get to know each other. And I promised myself, no holding hands or kissing or anything like that. When I agreed to go out with him, he seemed shocked, but after a moment, really pleased, too. I guess that shouldn't have been a surprise. I mean, I am smart and pretty.
I thought we did okay. He kept asking me things like about going someplace to eat dinner and I just didn't want to eat in front of him until I got to know him better. And he wanted to go to a movie and I didn't want to have to sit next to him in the dark. I figured that could lead to petting and kissing. I'd been told about what goes on in the dark when a guy is with you.
I was really disappointed when he took me home. He didn't seem too pleased and didn't even hardly say goodnight. Then the next day and for several days after that, I just didn't know what to say to him. So I didn't say anything. I figured he would say something to me. But when he did, it was all hurtful. He said there was no reason for us to go out again. And he pretty much said that he didn't want to go out with me again. I really just don't understand. How would we get to know each other unless we go out?