Page 20 of Such A Good Girl

‘I might be a creep, but you’ll still come with my dick deep inside you, won’t you? If I opened that cage, would you go home, or would you crawl over here and present your hind quarters for the seeing to I know you crave?’

A shade of near puce filled her face. But she didn’t deny it.

‘Don’t you see? It gives us both one week together. For you to feel desired. For me to live out the kinks I’ve spent years helping others enjoy with my leather goods. Just one week. Then you can return to your shitty husband and I’ll go back to my fist.’

The gears turned in her head as her eyes roved about my cabin, taking in its clean but rustic interior. Nothing like her sparkling home.

‘One week?’ She eventually said.

I nodded, dropping the leather item and looking at her. She sat straighter under my gaze, her blanket sliding a touch lower on her chest. Even in her discontent, she couldn’t help but react to me.

‘And what will that entail?’

‘Obedience. You do what I say, when I say, or I will punish you. I’ll feed you, and care for you, and dress you in the prettiest, sluttiest outfits.’ I couldn’t hide the growl in my voice.

‘And then?’

‘And then I’ll fuck you. I’ll make you crawl to me and bark like a dog while I fill you with enough cum that you’ll leak like an overstuffed eclair.’

Her face blazed at my words, her mouth opening and closing as she hunted for a retort. All that came from her mouth was a slutty little moan.

‘You’ll be my perfect pet, Ashley. Adored, desired, used. You’ll love every minute. When the week is up, I’ll drop you home, and let you return to your life.’

‘Promise?’ She asked.

‘I promise.’ I meant it. I would return her, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t return to her. But before then, I had seven whole days of training her. To enjoy her.

And to make her so well-fucked that she begs to stay.

Because if she comes back, I’ll be keeping her.

Forever.

FIFTEEN

ASHLEY

The cold wooden panelling pressed into my back. Moving was an option, but I sat frozen, clinging onto the blanket and watching the man.

He pottered about, cutting leather with extremely sharp-looking tools, trimming and sewing and polishing. Looking every bit harmless.

He was nothing of the sort.A harmless man doesn’t drug you and drag you from your man to lock you in a fucking cage.

Red leather circled my body. My otherwise naked body. The creep had stripped me naked while I slept and wrapped me in his craft. Despite my resignation about the situation, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the delicate straps cross-crossing my body made my insides squirm. It was salacious. Like I was a pretty ornament. There to be looked at. Lusted over.

Fucked.

This is crazy, I thought.You can’t spend a week with a man who tracked you down and stole you. No matter how badly you need to be touched.

But… If I had no choice…

Slowly, I lowered the blanket to the floor, catching his eyes flicking in my direction. They grazed over my nipples, to mystomach, my lower half, and finally to my face. Being under his inspection had me soaked. I didn’t even need his touch to be scorching.

It could all be a lie. The man could keep me forever. Or slice me up and use my skin for one of his pretty collars. That sent a shiver through me. I eyed the leather crossing my stomach sceptically before dismissing the thought.

That way held nothing but distress and panic.

Would Jerry be worrying about me? I hoped so. Perhaps a week away from him would cause him to realise that our marriage was on its last legs. Would it jolt him into action? I imagined arriving home and Jerry sweeping me into his arms, kissing me and holding me. Protestations of how he’d been an idiot and that everything would be different. Finally growing a spine and telling his god-damned mother to stop inserting herself between us.

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