Chapter 13 Collette
It had been days, I’d lost count since he’d told me that I would eat from his hand.
I hadn’t given in. I’d used water to keep hydrated, but even the smallest portions of food in the refrigerator had disappeared the day he’d made that declaration.
There had been a few moments over the past few days that I’d seriously considered caving.
The door to the toilet shut behind me and my stomach betrayed me with a growl.
He was back.
With the most mouthwatering aroma of spiced meat and herbs. I licked my lips as if I could taste the food on them. I fisted my hands at my side. Standing outside the bathroom, he’d personally brought it to tempt me.
At this point I would have eaten the legs off the table if they were seasoned. But I wasn’t about to ask him to feed it to me.
Mr. Holdt appeared by my side. His hand passed under my nose.
Another wave of delicious, drool worthy flavor assaulted my senses.
He nudged me toward the living room and onto the couch. Not the kitchen table as I’d have assumed to be the correct place to eat.
I sat down and tried to sit away from him. All right, I could withstand the amazing smells. I wouldn’t ask him for a damn thing.
My mind was foggy from going without food. He placed a bite against my lips. The juices from the cooked meat dripped onto my bottom lip. My stomach flipped and growled at me for my stubbornness.
The tantalizing smell of steak made my knees weak. It was a good thing I was already sitting down.
Without thought, I opened my mouth.
He slid the juicy morsel inside.
I shut my eyes tight as my taste buds burst in my mouth. It was amazing.
Another piece was pressed against my lips again.
It couldn’t hurt anything to eat a few bites, right? Just another bite.
Mad at myself for even entertaining the thought, I pushed him away only to have his laugh echo around me.
“Suit yourself.”
He turned from me and began to eat right next to me.
The nerve of this man. He was denying me the chance to eat unless I caved to his desires.
With the room being so quiet, the sound of him chewing was almost erotic.
How was he so comfortable sitting in the dark eating?
It was the evil in him. My thoughts whirled with ideas as I bordered on delirium.
He was used to the darkness because it was the same color as his soul. Pure evil must thrive in this type of circumstance.
Then my brain caught up to the reality of the situation. I had questions that demanded answers.
I sat up from where I started slouching, working to get some of my stubborn backbone in place. I ignored the fatigue that had overtaken my body.
“How are you able to see? You move around as if the lights aren’t off.”
“You’re correct. I can see in the dark. I’m wearing a pair of night vision glasses I created. My company is in the process of producing them for the military.”
He smiled with pride.
I could feel his smile even in the darkness.
I glared at his smugness.
“Just because you need to be trained doesn’t mean I should go without eating or be inconvenienced.”
His words fueled my anger with the answer to my unspoken question.
Thoughts of Andy weren’t even on my mind. He’d managed to push everything that wasn’t food to the side.
Hunger ravaged my thoughts. I had to stay strong.
“Trained? What are you training me for? This isn’t normally how assistants are treated.”
He ignored my words and he chewed as he continued to take methodical bites.
I listened to him devour a luscious meal. It was torture with how much my stomach started to eat itself. I couldn’t cave.
After he finished eating, he collected the plates and carried them to the elevator with him.
I held my breath. Knowing what came next.
“Remember, you chose this.”
His parting words set my teeth on edge. Even with knowing he would say that, it still hit an overworked nerve.
Psychological torture wasn’t completely new to me, but unlike those who tried it while I was growing up, his motives remained hidden from me.
***
Mr. Holdt returned like clockwork. Or what I assumed was clockwork because all sense of time was gone. Thrown right out the window.
Oh, there weren’t even any windows.
I was really losing it.
Each time, I sat next to him on the couch.
Silent. Unwavering in my decision to not ask him to feed me.
Mouthwatering smells made me want to cave.
Anything for food.
I sipped the water from the bottle provided for me and tried to concentrate on something other than the food.
It must have been morning because of the smell of eggs, pancakes, and bacon drifted to my nose.
Unsure if I was dripping water from my open mouth or drooling over the smell of bacon, I snapped my mouth shut and took several deep breaths in through my nose. Mr. Holdt must have sensed my moment of hesitation because he stopped chewing.
I licked my lips and swallowed several times. I fought my body’s natural reactions. I clenched my jaw.
“May I please have some bacon?”
The words flew out of my mouth and there was no bringing them back.
Furious at myself for giving in, I crossed my arms in defiance.
He found my lips without error, and I opened wide for him to put the bite in.
His fingers skimmed my lips in the most sensual manner.
All of my embarrassment faded as my body reacted to the food and his touch.
Each bite was rewarded with a featherlight caress that sent a sensation of thrill through me. I actually closed my eyes, it felt so good.
Mr. Holdt leaned toward me, and for a brief moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. I held my breath.
His lips brushed against my ear. Tingles ignited along my flesh.
“Remember, you chose this,”
he whispered in my ear as another form of torture.
When he left, I was craving more than food. I wanted him to touch me more and in other places that had been neglected for far too long.
Hate for him filled my being. Disgust at my body's wanton betrayal.
I wanted to jump from the couch, but I was still too tired, so I stood and paced slowly. The negative energy had to be pushed out of me.
What had he reduced me to?
A begging dog that responded on command.
How could I have let this happen?
I was always so strong.
I laid on the bed which was my place of solace. Somewhere that he wasn’t or hadn’t been yet.
I fell asleep, but I didn’t know for how long. I squirmed after a few moments of laying there.
Was it getting hotter in here?
There wasn’t even anything to use as a fan.
I got up and walked over to the thermostat. The light was gone, but the braille reading was available.
Braille wasn’t one of my strongest, or even dependable skills, but since the lights went out, I’d used whatever I had. I’d discovered the different symbols for the numbers during my college years as I ran my fingers over the spines of books. That was what I had to use as reference.
Eighty-two degrees.
No wonder I was so hot. Much more of this and I’d start dripping sweat.
Had he been raising the temperature every day?
That bastard wasn’t just trying to break me, he really wanted me to give in to his desires.
The elevator door opened.
I could tell by the sounds it made but didn’t make any move to go and put my clothes back on.
If he wanted to play games, then let him look at me in my boy short underwear.
With a quick turn to the right, I ran right into his bare chest.
Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt?
My hands started to run up his body and I could make out his defined abs and strong pectoral muscle, but I recoiled just in time. Just before it would have been irrevocable.
Clothes. I needed my clothes back on even if I roasted. I fumbled around the furniture until I was by the bed so I could put my shirt and skirt back on.
When he left, I would take a cold shower and wash my clothes out. It wouldn’t take long for them to dry in this sweltering heat.
My hands patted around the mattress. Where were they?
I’d left them right here on the end of the bed so I could put them on later.
That bastard took them.
“Did you take my clothes?”
My quiet tone was an indication that I was furious. It should have alerted him to the fact that I was pissed off.
“Yes, I did.”
He laughed from the couch area. “You won’t be needing them anymore.”
“Come sit.”
His tone was demanding. In response, I yanked the sheet off the bed and made a toga to cover all of my bits.
“Very well.”
I held my head up high and took a seat on the couch next to him.
The hairs on my arm stood up, as he brushed his hand down it, before reaching for the plate of food.
Each bite of food was accompanied by a caress. On my arm. Down my cheek. Along my leg where the sheet had gaped.
The last morsel of food was cleared from both plates.
I’d learned to sit still until he finished feeding me. Then he would eat his food before leaving.
Over the past few days of this never-ending nightmare, I honestly enjoyed having someone there to sit beside me. Even though it was still dark, his presence had created a semblance of companionability. The silence was nice because it came without any expectations from him.
His fork was placed on the coffee table with a light clank.
I expected him to get up to leave, but instead, he turned his body toward mine.
“Collette.”
His voice was low, and even though we were sitting next to each other, I had to strain to hear his words.
“When you ask me, I’m going to start sliding my hands up and down your body to familiarize myself with how you feel.”
My hand flew to my mouth to cover the gasp that had almost escaped.
He couldn’t know that I was turned on by his words.
“Just light easy touches before I cover your mouth with mine. As I run my hands over you, I’ll let a finger pause long enough to tease your taunt nipples.”
I squeezed my legs together as said nipples puckered for him. He could probably smell my arousal.
“Then I’ll use my lips to follow the path that my hands have marked out until I end up with them latched around your luscious lower lips.”
His voice sounded as if it were a sure thing.
My panties got wet as the images in my mind were spurred on by his voice, and I couldn’t wait for him to finish.
“Once your body is wet and ready, I’ll thrust inside you. I won’t be gentle because hard and fast is what a woman such as yourself needs. Your cries of pleasure will ring through the room as I bring you to a climax again and again. Each time will be more intense than the previous one.”
His breath was only inches from my face, and I could feel my body responding. Every inch of me was highly aware of every inch of him.
Why didn’t he just take me if he was so bent on describing it in detail?
We could have already been in the middle of the third orgasm by the time he finished talking about it.
I didn’t want to wait, I wanted him and his hard, thick cock inside me.
Today, now!
Turned on by the idea, I hadn’t realized that he’d stopped talking.
When my attention was back in place, and focused on him, he resumed.
“With your warm entrance welcoming me, I’ll reach up to wrap my hands around your large breasts. Squeezing them with each thrust as you scream for more.”
My hands flew to my breasts, and I found myself cupping them in a manner that I’d never tried before.
A soft ‘oh’ flew from my lips.
His words were so descriptive and made me feel as if he were already doing things to me.
“I’ll scoop you up as you wrap your arms around my neck to brace yourself. You can ride up and down on my cock as I carry you to the bed.”
I wasn’t sure that was even possible, but the dripping wet spot on the couch didn’t really care about the logistics. I just wanted more.
Of him. Full stop. I wanted this man, this killer, to fill me with his hard throbbing cock.
Even as I tried to find a way to break the spell he was weaving, I knew it was pointless. I was too far gone to stop listening to the different ways he was going to claim me as his own.
The idea no longer disgusted me. Instead, I was having a really hard time not pushing him back against the couch and climbing onto his cock.
It had to be rock hard in his pants. There was no way he could talk about all of these sexy, naughty things without getting a hard on, could he?
“Just when you think that you’ve had enough, I’ll flip you over and take you from behind. Nice and deep. The full length filling you up and claiming you as mine.”
“Each thrust will be slow and easy while you adjust to the new position. Then I’ll start to speed up, bringing your hips up off the bed. The tip of my cock will hit the top of your cervix, and you’ll scream loud enough that Rossi will hear it through the ceiling.”
My chest heaved. At this point, I didn’t care if the police heard me scream that loud, I just wanted to have him inside me.
“That will be the beginning of your true pleasure. I won’t stop until you are exhausted and boneless in front of me. You’ll be begging me for more. Not that I’ll give it to you, but you’ll want it. Whenever you think about my long hard thickness, it will be all that you can think about.”
I moaned at his words and my head fell back.
“Ah, you were listening.”
“No, I was thinking about food.”
It was the first thing on the top of my head. I couldn’t feed his ego or let on that I was completely hanging on to his every word.
A burst of laughter filled the room, breaking the spell he’d cast.
“Hmm…I would pull out while I was still hard.”
His whispered words sent a shiver up my spine.
How could I shiver when the room was this hot?
“Your mouth opens as I slide my cock inside, dripping with your juices. You’ll lick them off, inch by inch. Your tongue moving up and down in a manner that makes me want to come in your mouth.”
My ass squirmed on the couch cushion.
I’d never had anyone make me this horny simply by speaking to me. I wanted his voice to never stop.
It was then I noticed that he’d stood up, picked up the dishes and walked to the elevator.
“Remember, you chose this.”
I collapsed back onto the sofa with soft pants. My body reacted like we actually, physically had interaction.
He kept saying that phrase like it would mean something to me.
Hot enough to set the couch on fire, I decided that it was time for that cold shower.