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“I did trust you. I trusted that you would let me go once you had your fill of me.”

“You trusted something you dreamed up baby. That’s not real. I never told you I would let you go.” I say, slowly inching towards her, keeping my voice soft and low and as unthreatening as possible. “You’re mine, and that’s the truth you can trust.”

“You’re fucked up.”

“You already know this.”

The closer I get to her the more she tenses, like she’s afraid of me. I would have hoped that by now she wouldn’t be. The ways I touched her, made her cry out in passion, made her cum all over me the past week and a half should have proved to her by now that albeit she is my captive, but I would never hurt her.

“Come on princess, let’s get you cleaned up and get you some fresh air. It’ll do you some good.”

Chapter Twenty

The sound of her bare feet on the cement floor of the garage is the only thing as we step from the cellar. With no chain on her, and barely any clothes, it’s a silent walk towards something I know will help her. It’ll help me too. I need it to squash the ever-churning feeling in my chest that she is causing me.

“Come into the house, and let’s get you something to wear. You need protection on the bike, even though I prefer you naked when your against me.” I say, taking her hand, and leading her into the house through the kitchen door.

The gasp from her mouth as we step inside tells me that she’s not used to seeing the kind of opulence I have. The house is massive, and I have almost forgotten that she’s never seen it before.

Maybe that’s what she needs, a house instead of a cell you asshole.

She looks around like she’s in a foreign place, taking in everything as I gently tug her through the kitchen, then the den, and up the stairs in the large foyer. When she sees the large bundle of flowers in the crystal vase between the pair of steps, she stops and pulls me over to them, dragging her fingers over the stark white petal of the cala lilies.

“They’re beautiful.” She says, looking at them with reverence.

“They remind me of you.” I say, plucking one of the blooms from the vase, breaking the stem short enough that I can tuck it behind her ear. “A lily for a lily.”

“They’re toxic you know.”

“Then I guess they can remind you of me as well.”

“Well, only if eaten.” She says sheepishly, her eyes flickering to mine, then down to my crotch.

“Come on baby. Let’s get you ready for a ride.” I chuckle, giving her hand a little tug again, leading her up the stairs with her behind me still looking around in awe.

“You own all this?”

“I do. I grew up here.”

“You’ve always had money?”

“Lots of it. But don’t be fooled, money can’t buy everything.” I say, stopping mid flight and turning to her. “Money can’t buy love, or happiness. Sure it helps not to worry about anything, but that’s not enough. That’s where you come in.”

Kissing her forehead lightly, I rub my hands down her arms, feeling her shiver at my touch. The tears have dried on her cheeks, and she’s not as stressed. In fact she looks downright perfectly at ease.

When we reach my bedroom door and I open it slowly, Magnolia comes trotting up the steps, and blows past us, pushing it open the rest of the way. She’s on the bed rollingaround like a loon as we step into the large space, waiting for her playtime.

“Someone wants some snuggles. You want to appease her while I grab you something to wear?”

“Ummm sure.” She says, looking at the gigantic bed full of crisp yet soft linens like it’s going to reach out and slap her.

“Hey.It’s okay.”

“I’m dirty, and it’s so…clean.”

Looking down at herself, she frowns at the dirt stains on her skin, and the crispy dried blood on her ankle.

“It’s okay.Go ahead.”

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