Page 67 of Captive Bride

“How is it that you can look so fucking gorgeous wearing nothing but your nightgown and boots, covered in mud?”

His words make me blush a little. Even though we’re in love, I’m never entirely comfortable around him because he sets my world on fire. I’m always on high alert, tuned into what he wants and needs and desires.

This is how it feels to be fused with another person.

“Hi,” I say, raising myself up on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “Today was a great day. The sun was shining, and it felt so good.”

He envelops me in his arms and kisses me long and hard.

Every day with Tristan I find my self-esteem and confidence rising. I’ve always been pretty okay with who I am, but he’s teaching me how to be strong.

In addition to my walks around the gardens and the grounds, Tristan takes me out to the little place in the woods, and we have target practice with his gun that’s inscribed with those poetic words.

I find that shooting is a nice release. It’s like the ultimate escape. Who knew shooting a gun could be an escape in itself.

When I hold it, I feel powerful. When his arms are wrapped around me, teaching me how to use it, I feel like everything’s going to be okay like I can protect myself in his absence.

“No target practice today?” I ask him.

His eyes turn serious, and I don’t know why.

He says, “No. I had some other things to attend to today. I hope you had a nice time outside.”

“I did. But I missed you.”

“Why don’t you go get ready for dinner? The chef’s gonna be here soon, and I have something to talk to you about.”

I look into his eyes searching for an answer. I feel worried all of a sudden.

What could he possibly have to tell me that’s so important? Why can’t he just tell me now?

I just want to continue living in this ideal environment, being happy. I don’t want outside news or anything to upset me. I’m not ready to let go of this life.

I say none of that, of course.

“Okay, well I’m just gonna go to my room to get ready for dinner. I’ll be down in about an hour.”

He’s solemn and serious as ever, and it makes me feel unbalanced. Usually, he’s not so sober with me.

I walk past him and lightly trace his rippling abs as I go by. It never gets old.

Every part of his body is rock hard. He’s like a beast of a man and I can’t get enough.

I walk the many steps it takes to get to my room. I’m up in the tower, and my place is not that far away from Tristan’s.

The bodyguards watch me as I go by. They’re friendly but stoic all the time, knowing their mission is to protect me.

Once I get to my room, I slip out of my muddy clothes and into a bath.

I want to look perfect for Tristan tonight. I always want to look perfect for him.

I twist my long wavy blonde hair up into a bun so that it doesn’t get wet. I take a quick bath using the special imported lavender soaps he’s bought for me.

I wash off quickly and think about him the entire time. I have many fantasies about him throughout the day, thinking of the things that I want him to do to me. As it is, most of our action happens at night under the cover of darkness, and that’s the way I like it.

I slip out of the bath and dry off with the plush towel that’s been provided. I put different oils on my body and make sure my skin is nice and smooth. Then, I trace the outline of my eyes with some deep black pencil, and I smear on a coating of red lipstick.

In my closet where my few belongings are hanging, I see a long gray dress that hugs my form perfectly, and I choose that one. Luckily, Tristan did pack some stuff for me.

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