Page 21 of Such A Good Girl

It was a fantasy.

But there was a chance it would all turn out okay. That it might bebetter.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked.

‘Bobby.’ With the deep gravel of his voice, even his name sounded hot. Rough.

With nothing to do but sit, I surveyed my surroundings. It must have been some sort of outbuilding. Old wooden walls, and a large workbench dominated most of the floor space. Hundreds of metal drawers covered a wall, all neatly labelled with things like RIVETS and DYE. A tatty old couch sat against the far wall, next to a formica kitchenette with a coffeepot and a mini-fridge.

There was no bed, and no bathroom as far as I could see. It wasn’t his home; I didn’t think. Maybe he had a wife and kids next door. The idea put a sour taste in my mouth.

‘Tell me about yourself,’ I said. ‘Do you live here?’

‘Naw. This is my workshop. I spend most of my time here. It adjoins my cabin.’

‘And does anyone else live here?’ I asked.

‘Why? You hoping to get dick from a buddy, too? We’ll have to see how well you behave.’ A smirk crossed his gently lined face. Fighting the urge to proclaim that wasn’t what I meant, I shook my head. ‘No need to get all shy. I’m not against seeing my pet enjoying herself. I get a better view that way, too.’

‘I’m not your pet.’ The term twisted in my chest. I couldn’t decide if I hated it or wanted him to pin me to the rough floor and whisper it in my ear.

‘We’ll see.’

Then the fucker walked over to the door and left.

‘Hey,’ I yelled, kneeling and grabbing the metal bars. ‘Don’t leave me here!’

The door closed with a deafening clunk, and I stood up, pulling at the bars with all my might. They didn’t budge an inch. He’d secured them into the ceiling, and at the bottom he’d welded them to the square metal base. Damn it.

Fetching the blanket, I wrapped myself up, sliding onto the padded dog bed. Fear wrapped me as tightly as the piece of fabric. My needs had clouded everything. How desperate could I be to get laid that I’d put myself out online?

What the fuck had I got myself into?

By the time he’d come back, I was a mess of emotions. I’d tried to remove the outfit, only to find he’d literally locked me into it. I’d cussed and screamed and touched myself whenfrustration had me overwhelmed. Nothing had come of it. Worry kept me from reaching the finishing line.

Bobby approached the cage, looking at me with a glint in his dark blue eyes.

‘Dinner time.’

A scraping sound filled the air as he pulled a stool to the edge of the cage and sat. He held a dog bowl in one hand, and the smell of the food it contained made my mouth water.

‘Come now, on your knees next to me. Pets should be eager to serve, on their knees and ready to play. I’ll let you off this time, but next time be ready.’

Hesitation warred with my urge to please. In the end, my stomach rumbling made up my mind for me.

I moved closer to him, my knees digging into the hard, cold metal beneath them. Sitting back on my calves, I held out my hand, expecting him to pass the bowl through the bars.

‘Hands behind your back. You’ll eat from my fingers or using your mouth only from the bowl. Like a dog.’

Sweat pricked at the back of my neck as I looked from his face to the bowl. It was bad enough he’d brought my food in a fucking metal bowl. The growl of my stomach had me relaxing my shoulders and gripping my hands behind my back despite my reluctance.

‘There’s a good girl. No biting.’ His chuckle did ungodly things to me, his amusement making me giddy.

Barbecue chicken and sticky yellow rice clung to the fingers he held out to me. The sweet but savoury scent filled my nostrils, and I opened my mouth. Pleasure filled his face as I sucked the food from his fingers, moaning softly at the taste.

‘Such a good girl,’ he said, his voice tender. The way he looked at me, so proud, sent a thrill through me. To be on my knees and eating from his hand was the most degrading thing I’d ever done, yet it left me feeling utterly electrified.

Grabbing some more, he fed me, groaning when I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, sucking them into my mouth. A twinge of guilt hit me, but I pushed it way down inside. There was something especially dirty about knowing my husband would be at home worrying while I knelt at another man’s feet.

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