Chapter 6 Ava
AVA
A hand slides down my thigh, waking me from a wonderful dream…
…I know by the feel who it belongs to.
Rick. The man who makes my heart act funny.
A thick bulge of desire presses against my thighs, and I grind back against it, alive with desire.
This is the way to wake up in the morning, I think as he spreads me open and slides inside, stretching me with his enormous girth.
His lips find my neck, caressing me with gentle kisses that are also somehow strong and possessive.
This is what it’s like to feel wanted…
“Rick…” I moan as he goes deep. God, I can feel him in my stomach. Swollen and thick, filling me beyond anything I ever thought I could take.
Even my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to this.
To him.
“Daddy,” I moan, tingling all over. “Give it to me.”
God, I’m…kinky, aren’t I? The thought makes me smile, and I bite my lower lip. I never thought of myself as a kinky girl, having never even kissed a guy until Rick.
But accepting it, not being ashamed just like Sylvia told me, has made me feel incredible. Almost powerful.
Suddenly, there’s the sound of footsteps at the door. My heart skips, and my eyes snap open to the cold ceiling of my bedroom—my bedroom at Berry’s house.
I twist the top of my toy and shove it under the blankets as I quickly cover myself up.
My ‘husband’ bursts into the room, smelling like cigars and other women’s perfume.
Fantasy shattered…
“Here,” he says, tossing a dress onto the bed. It lands on me, the wooden hanger whacking me in the chin. “I’ve got a meeting later. Guy’s a real family values type, so you need to be there.”
“And…you want me to wear this?”
“No, I want you to model it in Paris,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Yes I want you to wear it! And look your best. Impressing this guy is important.”
He’s just about to leave but stops and turns, regarding me like a coyote stalking its prey. His nose twitches, and he slowly inches forward, sniffing the air.
Shit. I didn’t shower last night.
I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep Rick’s scent on me as long as possible. Keep his cum inside me. Never did I think Berry would come bursting into my room to wake me up.
I want to get up and rush to the bathroom, but I’m naked under the sheets. And the last thing I want to do is show my body to Berry.
I belong to Rick now.
“You smell like a man,” Berry finally grunts, his massive nose just inches from my neck. “Have you been fucking someone behind my back?”
“Who would I be fucking?” I ask, throwing it back at him. “And why would you even care? You’ve got your own nightly harem, haven’t you?”
His eyes narrow angrily. I’m honestly surprised. He’s never once shown any interest in me. Only now, when he thinks I’ve been with another man, does he seem to care.
Suddenly, my head snaps to the side.
Pain explodes across my cheek. My right ear rings, deafening me, and my eyes start watering instantly.
I’ve been slapped. Berry slapped me.
Humiliated, I place a hand on my cheek as I struggle to get my bearings.
“Don’t talk back to me, bitch!” he snaps, getting right up in my face. “I made a deal with your father, and you belong to me now!”
My mouth opens to speak, but it’s like my throat has gone dry and I can’t find the words. The next thing I know, Berry has his hands in my hair.
He tugs me closer—too close. Spikes of fear drive into me.
“I could have you if I wanted. You know that, right?” His eyes are scorching red with rage. He’s practically foaming at the mouth. “So you just do your job and behave yourself!”
He tosses me back, and I gasp for breath, realizing I’ve been holding it out of fear. My heart pounds hard in my chest like it’s being squeezed by an angry hand.
Cold flows through me.
Well, there goes my spicy mid-day daydream about Rick. Angrily, I take his toy and stuff it back in my drawer.
Any amount of horniness I had before Berry’s entrance is gone. Nothing can turn me off more than him.
I’m just finishing up my hair when I hear the door open. My pulse instantly starts to race. It’s Berry, and it’s time to go.
“I hope you’re ready,” he rasps, snapping his fingers. “We’re not going to be late for this.”
“I’m ready,” I reply, brushing a loose strand behind my ear.
I don’t know why I am expecting a compliment when I emerge from the bathroom. I did my makeup and my hair, and I’m wearing the dress he bought for me. But he doesn’t give me more than a glance before looking back down at his phone.
That’s fine, though. I don’t want or need his praise. There’s only one man whose approval I care about, but sadly, he’s not here now.
Berry has a car waiting outside that takes us into town. He chatters on his phone with someone the whole time like I’m not even there.
The drive is torture, but we finally pull up in front of a new modern building. I quickly step out and find myself looking down at a little girl who can’t be older than ten, who stares up at me with a smile on her face.
“Hello,” she says.
“Um, hi?” I reply. “How are you?”
“I’m good. I’m Amy.”
A woman in a maroon blazer and skirt stands beside her, holding her hand.
She’s absolutely adorable, but what in the world is she doing here? I look at the woman holding her hand for an explanation, but she just stares back at me with a stony face.
“And you are—?”
“Amy is our daughter for tonight,” Berry grunts, stepping up beside me. “This is Janice, my secretary. She belongs to her.”
He takes Amy’s hand and starts toward the house. Amy happily skips along beside him.
“Our daughter!?” I hiss into his ear. “Are you crazy!?”
“I told you, this guy is a real family guy. We have to put on a good show. Now shut up.”
I’m nothing more than a prop. A puppet in a dress, meant to look good so my ‘husband’ can make money.
I’m about to protest when the front door opens to reveal a frighteningly normal-looking man. Beside him is a frighteningly normal-looking wife with a daughter who looks just like her.
They all have the fakest smiles in the world plastered across their faces.
“Berry, my boy! How are ya!?” the man asks, extending his hand.
“Steve! Good to see ya!” He smiles and shakes it, then turns to me and gives me a threatening glare.
And that’s when it happens.
I slip into autopilot, smiling and nodding, barely even listening to the conversation as we’re taken into the house and served drinks and chopped fruit.
I watch Amy doing her job too, completely oblivious to the fact that she’s being used as a prop to make her mother’s boss look good.
Just as Berry and Steve leave the room to go talk business, or whatever, I see Berry cop a feel of Steve’s wife’s ass. She doesn’t even flinch. In fact, she leans into it, as if it’s happened many times before.
I need to get out of here, I think, fighting back panic as my hands begin to tremble. This is all just too weird. Is my ‘husband’ fucking Steve’s wife?
I chew on a piece of slimy melon, trying not to gag.
Out of here, out of here, out of here…
How long am I going to pretend to be this crazy man’s wife? It’s like my soul is slowly eroding inside of me. Like I’m an ice sculpture with pieces chipping off day by day.
Being here now, watching Steve’s wife and ‘our daughter’ talk just makes my heart ache more desperately for Rick.
He feels like home. Being away from him is chilling, like walking on an alien world. Every breath I take pains me.
I felt so loved when he took me in his truck last night. So safe.
That feeling is still embedded in my chest, but I know that if he was here with his arms wrapped around me, I’d be absolutely glowing.
I turn to glance at my reflection in the window, and gasp in shock.
There, beneath the tree. A shadow made just for me.
“Rick…” I whisper.
My lungs stop working.
He’s as handsome as ever with a sly smile across his lips, like he’s here for another round of our little game.
And I’ve never been more ready.