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The second time, he splashed it all over my face. So fucking gross. I’d never been fond of facials. The third time, he wanted me to swallow. That I hesitated on. These guys apparently like kidnapping and raping women. There was no guarantee he was clean.

Not that he gave me a choice though. At my brief show of resistance, he’d fisted my hair and shoved his cock so far down my throat, I choked. Then he finished there, and gagging or not, he wouldn’t pull out until I swallowed.

After, he was all soothing sounds and petting. Then he shackled me to the foot of the bed and went to take a shower himself. When he came out, he nodded to himself and then pointed to the pallet at the foot of the bed.

“You will sleep there. If I summon you in the night, you will kneel and say, ‘what pleases you, sir?’”

I stared at him.

He gripped my chin, much like the man in the suit earlier. There was nothing soft or gentle about this man. As long as I cooperated, he didn’t use his strength against me. But I didn’t mistake that for any real kindness.

He expected me to serve him.

“I understand,” I said, pushing the words out past the sour taste he’d left in my mouth. “May I have a drink of water?”

Not answering for a long time, he skimmed his hand down to my breasts. He hadn’t really fondled or touched me anywhere except my hair and my cunt.

The fact he pinched one nipple and twisted it brutally was unexpected and I went to my knees at the sudden sharp pain. It almost felt like he was going to twist my nipple right off, and the act shed a light on a fear I hadn’t even known I possessed.

Kneeling didn’t free my breast, if anything it made the bruising force even worse. His dispassionate stare filled me with dread. Finally, he released me and the sudden rush of blood to the abused area just aggravated everything.

“When you wish to make a request, you will assume a proper posture. If you want something from me, pet, I expect you to beg for it.”

Not for the first time, I wished I had something—anything—a book, a bottle, a stick. Since all I had was the blanket I currently knelt on and the short chain attached to the shackle on my ankle, I had to suck it up.

Nodding my head once, I debated whether I should keep staring at him or lower my head. “Do you wish me to look at you when I ask you questions?”

Neutrality was getting harder to hang onto. My breast really fucking hurt. I had to fight against the urge to make sure my nipple was still there.

“Your eyes are exquisite, pet, I would prefer you look at me. Unless others are present. Then you will look down. Tomorrow,when you demonstrate your sweetness in front of others, you will look down.”

Demonstrate.

Gross.

“Thank you,” I said, then tacked on, “sir,” at the end. “May I have a glass of water?”

“You may.” With that, he disappeared into the bathroom then returned with a cup full of tepid water. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t horrible. It washed out the taste of him and I’d take it.

“Thank you, sir.” The words scraped against my throat on their way out. His nostrils flared each time I said sir. Good to know. When I finished the drink, he held out his hand to take it back.

“Sleep,” he ordered before he disposed of the cup and then climbed into the bed. He didn’t give me any more time before the lights went off and the room plunged into darkness.

I had no idea what time it was, where I was, or how long I would be here. What I did know was that I would survive. With that in mind, I made myself lay down and pulled the blanket up over me. He hadn’t allowed me to shower and rinse off the stickiness he’d left all over me.

In the dark, I used the edge of the blanket to clean my face as much as possible. The smell was right there though. It wasn’t long before his breaths grew deeper and more even.

It wasn’t until I was absolutely certain he was asleep that I let myself think about how I gothere. Even if I didn’t know whereherewas. I’d been going to Amorette’s place. I’d been looking for her.

That much I remembered. Then…

Then nothing.

Had they taken Am too? Was she somewhere here? This man knew who I was, so why had he gone to Amorette’s to get me?

My stomach bottomed out. The possibilities were terrible on all fronts. Amorette didn’t show up for our weekend. She didn’t answer her calls. She never left me unread.

Never.

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