Page 67 of Saviour

The course of my life since meeting Dax has flown by. Month after month just disappears and so much has happened I don’t know how I ended up here. I was randomly placed into his life seven months ago, where he shot a man for touching me.

Since then, I ended up in his family mansion. I was blackmailed by his uncle. I learnt some basic self-defence, not that it came in handy when I was drugged daily and needed to use it the most. I fell in love, with myself and with someone else. I let him touch me. Use my body for pleasure, show me pleasure. I trusted someone with my whole heart.

Then I was abducted, back in the clutches of my abuser, drugged and forced upon. Though I’m weirdly grateful for the doses of the ketamine they gave me every day for four weeks because it tampered with my brain and caused me to have some short-term memory loss. I haven’t forgotten everything they did and it’s going to take me a lot of time and patience to try to, if ever. But there are some gaps that I will never miss.

Aside from the obvious bruises and marks on my body, my four weeks in that dark room are a blur. Dax has struggled to get me back into a good mindset again. The withdrawal effects I had from being on drugs for four weeks had made me incredibly agitated, low and nauseated. But with each day, he’s helped to pick me back up again.

Add on top of that, upon my arrival home, King returned too. And Dax has been doing everything he can in the past few weeks since we both returned to never let either one of us out of his sight, me especially.

I’m not sure how King feels to be practically forced to spend time with me, but I don’t mind him. He’s always angry and seems to have a scowl etched onto his face like all the time. I thought I was moody, but I’ve got nothing on King.

But we formed a friendship quickly, and call it trauma bonding, after what we’d both endured or having the same dislike for most people. Fortunately for Dax, we got on well, most of the time. It was like I’d gained a brother. A real brother. One who wouldn’t hurt me but would hurt for me. And I was grateful to have both Dax and King on my side, especially because Carlo was still living and breathing in the same house as us both.

King and Dax try to plot against him every day, with King also trying to feign his loyalty to Carlo. They speak about Puck a lot and how they can’t wait to get him out once Carlo is gone. I’m excited to meet Puck. He seems like the most genuine and selfless man.

We train a lot in the gym, King included. I have to peel my eyes away from him sometimes. He is big, like Dax, except maybe his arms are a little bigger. He has more tattoos than Dax and honestly, I’d find myself sometimes watching them both work out before Dax would spot me and growl, threatening to spank me.

He’s never done that before, apart from that one time in the gym which doesn’t really count, so I know he wouldn’t, but it still makes me squirm and run away.

He always catches me, obviously. But he doesn’t touch me again, no more than a kiss. And as much as I love him for it, I’m not that fragile little girl anymore. I gave myself to him before because I’m his and I know he’s trying to be supportive and give me time, but really, I just need him.

And I’m tired of not having him. Dax is mine, and I’ll show him just how much.

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I siton the chair in the corner of Dax’s room, wearing a black silk robe covering the red lace set underneath, one leg crossed over the other, my six-inch heel tapping the floor, waiting patiently for Dax to enter the room. I can’t wait for him any longer and if he won’t pursue me, I’ll make him submit.

I turned the shower on and left the door open so the steam could travel from the bathroom into the room. It’s already making me needy.

A few moments later, Dax enters the room and shuts the door, a questioning look in his eye as he glances towards the bathroom before landing on me.

“What are you doing, Birdie?” he questions, stepping towards me, but I lift my hand up and he pauses.

My stomach is fluttering wildly with nerves, but the look in his eyes already has me eager to continue.

“On your knees,” I say in a sultry tone, and his eyebrows crease together slightly. When he doesn’t move, I repeat, “I said, on your knees.”

His look turns from confusion to desire and already I wish he would just ravage me.

Without taking his eyes away from mine, he lowers to his knees and waits patiently for his next order, and I squeeze my legs in anticipation.

“Come here.” Dax looks down at the floor then back up at me and I smile wide. I lick my bottom lip, hating how the cherry red lipstick feels on my lips but loving the power it gives me. I curl one finger in my hair that’s sitting over my shoulders. I left it down tonight but kept a fishtail plait weaved down the back. I’ve loved exploring the different ways I can style my hair incorporating the plaits I’ve grown accustomed to.

“Crawl.”

He looks like he’s about to defy me, but after a couple more seconds of thinking it through, Dax gets onto his hands and knees and ever so slowly, crawls up to me until he’s in front of my feet. He straightens slightly, lifting his head, but I uncross my leg, placing my stiletto on his shoulder and forcing him back down. Dax is forced to bend lower until his chest is almost flat on the ground, his face just above my heeled foot.

I keep him pinned below me, moving my foot from his shoulder to his head and pushing down until his lips meet my ankle.

And he doesn’t hesitate. He kisses it gently, scraping his tongue over the inside of my heel.

After a few more seconds, I take my foot off his head and let him rise slightly, where he brings his eyes to mine, a hunger shining through his brown orbs. And I know the same feeling is reflected in mine.

I stand up, leaving him on his knees at my feet, watching him crane his neck further as he looks up at me.

I slowly pull at the ties to my robe until it slips down my shoulders into a silky puddle at my feet and watch as Dax’s eyes eat up my body covered in tight red lace. I’m still a little on the skinnier side from where I lost so much weight again whilst I was held captive, but I still feel unbelievably sexy, especially as Dax looks up at me, licking his lips.

“Rori, I—”

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