Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Kris
Kris’ head throbbed with an incessant pounding, anguish and frustration rising as she turned to flush the system.
What the hell had she done to provoke Kronos and his relentless, unwarranted attention? Leaning on the edge of the pristine-looking toilet, the answers came to her.
She’d got drunk and sent a message, and after her housemates had left, she’d gone out for a pizza.
Those were the grand total of her crimes.
Being out in the evening was the reason she’d been attacked by the disgusting thugs, who she had no doubt Kronos had protected her from, but it was also why she was there in the shiny white bathroom.
Even though she could rationally deconstruct the timeline of events, still, none of what had happened to her made sense.
“Wash your hands.”
She twisted to see him signal at the basin. Turning back to face the glowing wall, she allowed her eyes to flutter closed.
Please tell me he’s not going to tell me how to wash my hands as well.
She wasn’t sure how much more of his micromanagement she could tolerate, but she had no clue what to do about the problem.
Kris knew Kronos was infinitely physically stronger than she was.
He’d demonstrated as much already. She wouldn’t be able to get past him, and even if she could find a way out of the place, she almost certainly couldn’t outrun him, but that didn’t mean the consistent acquiescence he demanded wasn’t grating.
She was a woman used to setting her own agenda. She’d chosen to stay in education after gaining her degree. She’d chosen what to specialize in, where to live, and who to live with.
Even though she’d secretly yearned for a man to come into her life, she could never have conceived of a specimen like Kronos, a man who was larger than life with apparent special powers she still didn’t understand.
Adapting to his sudden list of rules was more than only unsettling.
It was demoralizing, demeaning, and, despite her better judgment, sometimes, darkly fascinating.
“Little one…”
His tone lowered to that deeper octave she recalled, a rush of energy racing along her spine at the sound.
“I’m going,” she muttered, fighting the urge to frown as she forced out the final word. “Master.”
Approaching the basin, she turned on the faucet and gripped the edge of the porcelain. She didn’t need to peer around to know he was still watching. Not only had he told her as much, but she swore she could feel the weight of his stare burning into her skin.
Slowly, she waved one hand under the warm stream while the other collected the liquid soap from the waiting dispenser.
A part of her was pleased that her captor had such spotless and inviting facilities.
Based on her limited experience with men, that was unusual.
But then, Kronos had gone to great lengths to explain how he was no ordinary man.
Looking up at the gleaming tiles around the sink, she mixed the soap between her fingers and ran them under the hot water.
There were few explanations for the things she’d witnessed since she’d been there, save for the idea that he’d drugged her, but the more time that passed, the less she believed the concept.
If she’d genuinely been under the influence of a pharmaceutical, she’d have been feeling the side effects by that point; dehydration, a parched throat, and general muscle aches would have been likely.
Aside from a recent headache and weariness from everything she’d been through, though, she had to admit, she felt fine.
In fact, after the mind-blowing orgasm Kronos had given her, she felt better than she had for a long time.
“Here.”
She jumped at the volume of his voice, turning to find him right behind her with a small white towel in one large hand.
“Thank you.” Taking the fluffy towel from him, she dried her hands, conscious of the way her body immediately responded to his sudden proximity.
Maybe it was only the temperature in the bathroom, but as his gaze bored down on her, she sensed her breaths laboring and her nipples beading. Even after having him twice, she was still not averse to the idea of round three.
The idea of fucking him again, though, was futile. She knew she needed to remain docile until the opportunity to flee presented itself, but she didn’t need his cock for that. Simply perpetuating the ‘yes, Master, no, Master’ malarkey would be enough to placate the muscle-clad giant.
So, why, as she watched him take the towel between his long fingers, was she imagining how those same hands would feel on her skin?
“Do you feel better?” His gaze scanned over her, and she hoped he hadn’t noticed her body’s response. It was bad enough that she was secretly fawning over him, but she didn’t need him picking up on her ridiculous cues.
Every time the cloud of arousal thickened between them, it swept her away with a tsunami of desire, distracting her from what was really important.
It had been breathtaking to enjoy someone as spectacular as Kronos, and if she closed her eyes, she could still feel the tremors of her pleasure, but lust couldn’t be her overriding priority.
Breaking free from his grasp while she could still remember who she was and what she wanted from her life had to be her goal.
“Yes, thank you, Master.”
She still begrudged having to use the toilet in front of him, just as she resented calling him her master, but at least she had relieved the pressure on her bladder. What she needed next was a decent meal and perhaps some rest. Then she could properly start looking for a way out of captivity.
If I can call this captivity.
Her attention darted past his muscular body and around the polished space.
In all her years, she’d never known a bathroom like it.
Between the strange white rooms, the unusual things she’d seen him do, and the physical presence of her overarching host, her incarceration was not like any prison she’d ever known before.
“Do you like my bathroom?” He motioned to the shining span of white around them.
“It’s lovely,” she admitted. “Mine isn’t half as special, Master.”
“I’m pleased you like it.” The gleam in his eyes suggested the sentiment was real. Despite insisting he got his own way, he appeared to like her approval. “I should like us to bathe together sometime.”
Bathe together?
She swore her heart skipped a beat at the mere idea of that and, reflexively, her gaze slid to the massive bathtub in the room.
The structure was easily twice the size of the one she shared with Tina and Melanie.
She couldn’t even imagine being in a tub that big, let alone with Kronos.
If being manhandled by him had turned her on, how would she be able to resist him somewhere as sensual as being surrounded by water?
“I wish I knew what you were thinking.” A soft sigh left his lips, his expression melancholy as though he was the one who’d been taken from his life and forced to urinate in front of a virtual stranger.
I’m glad you don’t know what I’m thinking.
Her focus flitted back to his out of instinct, imagining how dreadful that scenario would have been.
It was bad enough that he seemed able to teleport around the place, make her do things she didn’t want to do, and anticipate her every need.
Having him inside her head as well would have been unbearable.
“I’m just hungry, Master,” she replied, taking in the jaw-dropping span of his shoulders. Until she’d met Kronos, she’d never even known muscles could grow as large as his were.
However she finally managed to get away, she had a feeling he’d ruined her for average men. No one would ever be able to live up to his striking standards.
“Then I shall feed you.” He smirked, and she watched as the towel vanished right before her eyes.
“How are you doing this, Master?” One of her hands rose to rub at her temple. The pain in her head seemed to be linked to her confusion. The less she understood, the more it intensified. “Is it some kind of trick?”
She’d heard about stage performers who could produce items from thin air or even make those same things disappear, but she couldn’t recall any of them ever manifesting in the middle of a locked room. Those acts were nothing but illusions, anyway. There was no such thing as magic.
“You always have so many questions…” His lips curled as, closing the limited distance between them, he wrapped an arm around her middle.
“And you never answer them,” she reminded him, her pebbling nipples again pressing against his chest.
Damn, why did it feel so hot to be so close to him?
She should have been fighting for personal space and insisting he give her clothing, yet every time he held her, a facet of her hoped he never let them part.
“You like skating on thin ice, don’t you?” His free hand lowered to her bare ass and squeezed her orbs roughly.
“I like answers, Master.” Resisting the urge to wince at the way his touch reignited the hurt his spanking had produced, she craned her neck to meet his eyes. “And you rarely provide them.”
“I give you everything you need.” His smug tone was infuriating. “And to prove the point, dinner awaits…”