Page 38 of The Stowaway

I jerked awake when I heard a banging noise. Since the room was dark, I realised Ivan was off for his morning walk.

“Get up, Kitten,” he said from somewhere within the dark room.

I sat up and winced at the feel of the plug in my ass. He put the lamp on, and I saw he was sitting on his side of the bed.

“Since you're too slow chasing behind me every morning, I thought we could go out together,” he said with an unreadable expression.

I couldn't tell if he was pissed or not, but then I thought about last night and decided he was pissed.

I cleared my throat before I spoke.

“I need to go to the bathroom first,” I said, glancing away from his dark eyes.

“I’ll wait.”

I slid off the bed and tried to walk fast to the bathroom, but between my belly and the butt plug, it wasn't easy. By the time I had pulled the plug out and sat down, I was more than ready to pee. Only I felt his cum ooze out of my ass at the same time.

The dirty bastard.

I cleaned myself up the best I could before washing my face and quickly brushing my teeth. I didn't know what was in that building or shed, as he called it, but it couldn't be good. I took my robe from the back of the door, put it on, and returned to the bedroom. He still sat on the bed, but I noticed he wore a black T-shirt and matching jogging pants.

“How did you know I was following you?” I asked softly.

“There are hidden cameras outside. They are along the walls and all the buildings. You know I would do anything to protect you and our baby, don't you, Kitten?” he asked ominously.

I swallowed but nodded.

A satisfied glint appeared in his eyes and a slight curve of his lips.

“Good,” he said, holding his hand out for me.

I moved closer until I put my hand into his.

“Have you been outside naked with just your robe on?” he asked abruptly with narrowed eyes.

“I had little time to change because of your long-ass legs and my waddling,” I said defensively.

“You're damn lucky. All I did was fuck your ass last night, Kitten,” he grumbled before standing up to lead me out of the bedroom.

Misha stood at the bottom of the stairs as he impatiently waited for us. I stoked his head as he nuzzled my belly before sniffing around my robe. I expected Ivan to tell him to stay in the house, but as we walked out, Misha ran past us and stood at the bottom of the stairs to wait expectantly for us.

Ivan held my hand and walked at a slower pace than usual. The morning air was fresh and cool, but more than taking in the beauty of his estate, it eased my concern about his early morning secret activities. I would finally know what he was up to without trying to crack a door code.

“What you see won't be pleasant, but you need to trust me, and I will explain,” he said as he squeezed my hand.

“As long as you don't have another woman stashed in there,” I mumbled.

He barked out a laugh, making me jump.

“How much stamina do you think I have, Kitten?” he said with a chuckle before he raised my hand and kissed the back of my hand.

I smiled reluctantly and felt the knot in the pit of my stomach loosen.

How bad could it be?

∞∞∞

I glanced at the yellow-painted line on the cement floor beside my feet and realised it was a marker for how long the chains could extend. My stepfather and his shitbag of a son were sitting on the filthy floor. Paul was missing an ear, and both their faces were fifty shades of purple. They wore thick iron collars around their necks, which had been rubbed raw.

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