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I close my eyes to shut him out. I don’t want to want him, and I don’t want to like him, but it seems that today my body is in the business of betrayal. He rips the sweater off over my head and I mentally berate myself for skipping the bra and panties today.

“I don’t want—-“

Knox pulls my face down to his, his grip on my hair painful. His voice comes out deep and growly and I shudder in fear and arousal.

“Je m’en fous, ma lagniappe.”

His eyes turn impossibly dark as he stares at my face and continues to grind his cock over my jeans.

“What does that mean?”

My voice is soft and laced with fear and Knox pulls my head back further to expose my throat. I feel his fingertips pushing past my lips.

“Suck.”

I obey because I don’t know what else to do. My mind is swirling in confusion. I don’t understand how I can be turned on by my abuser, my captor and there is a voice in my head screaming at me to run.

“I told you ma lagniappe, Ta gueule.”

His voice is thick and dark, and I feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

He pauses and continues speaking on a particularly brutal thrust that presses the seam of my pants so hard against my clit that it burns.

His fingers press further into my mouth, and I try and swallow. He presses at the back of my throat, and I gag around his hand.

“Shut the fuck up, or I will make you shut up.” He growls.

He rips his pants open and shoves me before him on the hardwood floor. My knees bang painfully, and I whimper in pain around his fingers still pumping into my mouth. Tears flow down my cheeks and I get one small breath through my mouth before he replaces his fingers with his cock.

He holds me still and I struggle to breathe around him, his hand shaking as I push back trying to breathe.

“Take me, Salope!”

I swallow him down my throat and he groans and lets me pull back and swallow him down again. Another groan expels from his lips, and I watch as he leans his head back and closes his eyes.

My hands clamp down on his thighs, my nails biting his skin through his pants. His eyes pop open and he stares down at me, daring me to push him to the brink with violence.

I don’t know what comes over me. Some sick part of me wants to please him and I renew my efforts taking him deep into my throat, gagging and squeezing my nails hard enough to break the skin on his thighs. I watch his eyes darken and a small smirk appears on his full mouth.

I swallow over and over, pulling air into my nose and he holds my lips at the base of his cock. I glance at him, and he grunts.

I watch his eyes flare in surprise, and he roars his release down my throat, pumping into my face, saliva and come dripping down my chin.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I stay before him on my knees, my fingers relaxing on his thighs as I struggle to breathe normally. I study the knot in the plank floor between my knees and I feel a small part of my heart break off.

A piece of me has left my soul and now belongs to Knox, forever. The tears fall faster, and I hiccup around my fear and sadness.

Knox scoots his chair back and walks out of the room. I continue to study the floor and feel my world fall apart around me. I will never be the same.

The days pass by with little disruption by having Knox back in the house. He has allowed me to spend my days as I wish, and at night insists that I curl up with him in his bed.

But he hasn’t forced me to sexually satisfy him in any way since his first night here. After his behavior and my response that night, I’m confused and don’t know what to make of the new Knox I’m seeing.

He’s been kind and affectionate. He compliments me on the meals I’ve chosen, and the work I’m doing here. I have no idea what to do with that.

Yesterday, I found a cat wandering in the trees, well, a kitten. He’s taken to drinking milk in the mudroom and sitting on my lap and sleeping at every opportunity.

Knox has humored me for my acquisition, and while he’s not crazy about the kitten he does seem to enjoy indulging me with the pet.

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