Chapter 19 Tiff
“Itold you. I told all of you. Nobody touches her. She’s mine,” Carter snarled before giving Mr. Henderson’s body a harsh kick.
I couldn’t say I felt bad for the dead man.
Sure, Carter had just murdered a man in cold blood, but a deep dark satisfaction swam through me.
My pussy ached from Henderson’s relentless, brutal thrusts and my mouth tasted terrible – worse than any cum I’d ever had across my tongue.
Now, even as his seed still warmed inside me, he was dead. He was fucking dead.
“C-Carter?” I called, pathetically.
I wasn’t sure if I was thankful, afraid, relieved or angry. Probably all of the above. Carter moved a stool and sat in front of me, reaching out to pet my hair and nod slowly.
“I’m sorry, my calf. I was busy with work. I told the farmhands to take good care of you since I wasn’t going to be able to visit for a while. I guess Henderson thought he could get away with things while I was busy.”
Carter spat towards Henderson’s body. I saw the disgust and anger in his eyes. His violence, open and raw, shocked me.
“Y-you killed him?”
“Of course I did. You’re mine. Nobody else touches you. Only me,” Carter said with a sense of finality.
I should have been terrified. Part of me was, but there was a part of me that was also extremely aroused.
A primal part of me that knew Carter killed for me, killed to keep me, killed to protect me, and killed so everyone knew I was his.
I belonged to Carter and only Carter. And knowledge filled me with a heat that was impossible to describe.
My pussy was on fire and my stomach buzzed.
“I’m going to move you to my room, Tiffany. I can’t have this happen again. I need you close to me. Where I can watch you,” he said. He looked me over slowly. “To do so, I’ll need you to behave. To protect you, I need to be able to trust you. Do you understand?”
I felt the intensity of his words. His natural gravitas was always there, but now his voice was noticeably rougher, darker.
I nodded slowly. I would’ve promised anything, said anything to be taken out of isolation. Carter’s room sounded much more comfortable and, while I had promised to be good, it would also be much easier to plot out an escape from there. That was the reason I was accepting it, right?
“No. I want you to say it,” Carter told me stiffly.
“I-I will be good,” I said, slowly.
“You can do better. Convince me,” he demanded.
That intense voice and his authority made me shudder.
At first, I thought I was shaking due to nervousness, but the wetness between my legs was not just Henderson’s cum.
Carter’s voice and the way he looked at me, focused on me, turned me on like crazy.
My legs felt weak and a tremble snaked down my spine.
“I’ll be your good c-calf, Carter. I will behave, I promise,” I said.
I should’ve felt humiliated. I should have felt anger.
While those feelings were present, my arousal and relief doused the negative.
It was easy to surrender to his will, like all the weight on my shoulders rolled off.
I could live in this state, the bliss of not having a choice, of knowing I’m being good.
“My good calf,” Carter said, moving to help me out of the contraption. As he leaned forward, his lips brushed my ear. He whispered, “mine.”
I couldn’t help but shudder and moan. As I trembled, the bell around my neck rang. It meant I couldn’t hide my reaction, I was exposed. Ashamed and pleased that he knew. I felt guilty that I could enjoy anything in the wake of being assaulted by Henderson, but the bell made it obvious.
Carter escorted me out of the isolated stall and as soon as I left it, I saw the two guards waiting outside to walk along with us. Carter had likely brought them along to help him search the facility. To search for me.
He explained, on the way, how Henderson had moved me without telling anyone, likely to fulfill some creepy fantasy or vendetta. The facility was a labyrinth and it had been hard to locate me without the proper paperwork, but he left no stone unturned.
He also commanded one of the guards to have Henderson’s body processed. I didn’t know what that meant, but I thought of Breaking Bad and how they disappeared bodies by dissolving them in acid. I shuddered at the thought.
A few minutes later, we arrived at Carter’s bedroom. He signaled the last guard still with us to leave us alone, as he pushed the door open for me.
“After you,” he said, like a gentleman.
His room was both a bedroom and an office, decorated in a style that seemed a mix between the bedroom of a child obsessed with cows and a Texan-style rancher lodge.
The wooden beams across the ceiling were decorated with horns, cattle collars, and branding irons.
The whole place was rustic, but polished and varnished to give it a neat and organized glow.
Carter’s desk was there too, facing the large glass window and a wooden balcony that oversaw the pastures of Sunshine Sanctuary.
Far in the distance, I could see a grey line - the opaque fence surrounding the property.
“Don’t worry about being seen by anyone, this is one-way, bullet-proof glass,” Carter said, tapping on the window after I entered. “You’re safe here.”
“Safe from who?” I asked, covering my breasts and my pussy with my hand.
“From anyone that tries to touch you.”
“W-what about you? Am I safe from you here?”
“You have nothing to fear from me,” Carter said and, to prove it, he approached me and reached behind my collar. He pulled something from it. I squinted to see some sort of battery.
“This is a taser. It’s implanted in all collars.
I’m taking it out. To show you that I trust you.
You told me you’ll be good, and I’ll take your word for it,” Carter said simply.
“I need you to take a leap of faith too. Take my word; even if you don’t believe me about anything else, believe that I won’t hurt you. ”
I took a deep breath and nodded. I understood. I believed him. It was crazy of me, I had just seen him murder a man and yet, something about the way he spoke had me convinced. He wouldn’t hurt me.
A moment later, there were two knocks on the door. Before Carter could respond to them, Susan entered. She was carrying a tray with a small bowl with two pills and a glass of water.
“Susan,” Carter greeted.
“I heard what happened ‘downstairs’. I’ve brought her a pill to prevent any unwanted fertilization, a pain pill, and I think we should also give her a bath,” Susan reported.
Carter took the tray off her hands and nodded. “I’ll handle it, Susan. Thank you.”
Susan looked a little surprised. She looked ready to argue with Carter. I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Henderson getting me pregnant. The thought was revolting. Susan shrugged, deciding that arguing with Carter wasn’t worth it. After another second, she left.
“Here, my calf, take these pills,” Carter said, offering me the two small pills and the glass of water.
“Is that like … Plan-B?”
“You can say that. But it’s made in-house, by Susan.”
“In-house?”
“Susan dabbles in both synthetic and bio-pharmacy,” he explained.
“I thought she was your secretary.”
“To the rest of the world, maybe. She’s a brilliant woman. She has a PhD in Biotechnology and her thesis was on Genetic Engineering.”
“Wow, I had no idea.”
“Most people don’t,” Carter said. “Now, the pill.”
He didn’t have to say it again. I took it, drinking the water to wash it down. As I did, Carter looked at me, serious, but nodding in approval.
Clearly, he cared for me. He wasn’t just aiming to kill me. But what did he want with me? As if he heard my thoughts, Carter turned to me and gestured towards a large door. He pushed it open to reveal a massive bathtub made of black and white marble.
“You are filthy. You need a bath. Come,” he commanded.
I obeyed.