9. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
“ I ’ll leave you to it. Again, sorry about the manly smelling toiletries,” Jude laughs, stealing a kiss from me before heading out the door.
I’m relieved that he didn’t go any further, since I’m a complete mess from head to toe. I can’t even process the fact that we just fucked in a pig barn, covered in someone else’s blood.
Who does that?
There’s always a first time for everything.
I settle into the bathtub, shutting the water off and resting my head back against the wall. I’ll have to shower off after, but it’s soothing every ache in my body. I could stay here all damn night.
Just as I close my eyes, Jude peeks his head through the door again. “Is there anything you don’t like to eat?”
“I’m not picky.” I don’t bother to look in his direction, just sink further into the scalding hot water.
“I can work with that.” He disappears again, leaving the bathroom door open so a cool breeze sweeps in around me.
Before my skin starts turning wrinkly and water logged, I pull the plug and allow the water to leave the tub before turning the shower on to rinse myself off.
The bathroom was sure warmer than the rest of the house, because the second I walk out of the bathroom, I start to shiver.
I grab my clothes out of the bag I brought with me and slip into a baggy T-shirt, followed by some booty shorts, not bothering to slip on any panties.
“You have one hell of an ass,” Jude pipes up, suddenly standing right behind me as I pull my shorts up the rest of the way.
“How did you sneak up on me so quick?” I tease, turning around to face him.
“It’s literally my job.” He reaches his hand out, securing it around my throat playfully. “Catching people off guard before I watch the life drain from their eyes.” He squeezes tighter, pulling me into him before taking my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Mmm…” I groan as he pushes me into the wall.
“If I didn’t have food cooking right now, I’d fuck you again right here.”
“I’m so sore,” I whimper, my clit throbbing painfully.
“Oh really?” He reaches down between my legs, barely grazing the outside of my shorts, but it’s enough to nearly bring me to my knees.
I can feel his cock hardening as he pushes his hips into me. “How are you hard again already?” I tease, bringing my hand down to grip him through his pants.
“I told you, I’m not done with you yet. As soon as your food settles, you’re mine again.” He groans, letting go of my throat and taking a few steps back.
He turns and walks back toward the kitchen after shooting me a playful wink.
The smell of pancakes finally hits me as I walk into the main room. If he has real maple syrup, he’s a fucking keeper.
“Butter on your pancakes?” he asks as I peek my head around the wall into the kitchen.
“Yes, please,” I reply, stepping up to the island to take a seat.
“Syrup?” He holds out a bottle and I smile when I see the label.
“Real maple syrup? I thought you were broke.” I chuckle.
His eyes narrow as he watches me pour the syrup onto my pancakes. “I won’t settle for the simulated shit.”
“Wise choice. I may have judged you if you didn’t have the real thing.”
I finish eating my pancakes and rinse my plate off in the sink. Somehow, without me hearing him, Jude slides up behind me, grabbing both my hips.
“Stop doing that!” I exclaim, shaken from the surprise invasion of my personal bubble.
“Doing what?” He brings his thumb up and rubs it along my lower lip. “I love seeing that lip quiver.”
I turn to face him, and he pins me to the counter. “I wanna show you something. Get some pants on.” He steps back and grins.
“Outside?” I ask.
“Yes, little leopard, outside.”
I head to the bathroom to throw on some pants and then meet him at the door. “Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see,” he quickly replies, sliding his boots on.
I follow suit and reach for my jacket. I’m not a fan of outdoor adventures—especially in the winter. I’ve hated it since I was a kid. For years, I suffered with a skin condition that made me break out into hives whenever I was exposed to extreme temperatures. I’ve since outgrown it, but I’m not conditioned to the weather.
Jude takes me around the front of the house and into the backyard. It’s spacious and leads to a rather large section of evergreen trees at the back. I can only imagine how beautiful it must be in the summer.
Among the trees, I can barely make out what looks to be a cabin of some sort. It’s not very big, but it looks to be newly constructed.
He starts to walk toward the treeline, so I assume he’s showing me the cabin. As we approach an opening in the brush, he stops and reaches for my hand.
“You’ll be the first person to see this—and hopefully the last.” He pulls me further down the path.
Why does he want to show me this? Is this how he gets rid of me?
Typical, really.
Fuck the damsel in distress and then dispose of her after so she doesn’t run her mouth about what she knows.
As we approach the cabin, he leads me up onto the front porch and reaches to undo the padlock on the door. I let go of his hand and step back, looking in the direction that we just came from. There’s no way I can outrun this man.
“Veronica? You ready?” he asks, pushing the door open and flicking on the light.
Red hues immediately flood my vision as he guides me inside. My eyes take a few moments to adjust and the very second they do, I freeze.
“W-what the actual fuck?” I ask as my eyes scan the room.
“I know, its a bit much.” He reaches for another light switch. The second he does, I hear the intro to one of my favorite songs.
“The Letter” by Steven Rodriguez echoes off the walls around us as our eyes lock. Fear and arousal both fill my veins as he slowly makes his way over to me. I start to back up against the lounger in the middle of the room, but that only excites him more.
“Is something wrong, Veronica?” he asks, a sinister look in his eyes.
“I—” I begin to say before he abruptly grabs my hips and turns me around so my back is against him. Before I can say another word, his hand is tightly wrapped around my throat.
“What should we use first?” He growls before letting go of my throat and walking over to the wall of floggers.
Christ. None of them. They all look terrifying.
“I’ll let you pick first,” he says. “Then it’s my choice.”
“Fuck, Jude. I—” I stutter.
He smiles, reaching for one directly in front of him. “Wait—you’ve never done this before, have you?”
The leather tails dangling from the handle are thicker than the others, but no less intimidating. I’ll bet the thinner tails hurt even worse.
“I made this one,” he says, running the tails over his hand slowly, his eyes fixed on me.
“Oh?” I murmur, not really sure what else to say.
“Yeah.” His reply is almost a whisper.
I clear my throat. “I-It’s beautiful,” I stammer, second guessing my life choices in a matter of seconds.
Look what you got yourself into now, Veronica. Fuck.