Chapter 10 #3
He bends down to talk in my ear. “People have different definitions of consent, Aria. And I'm going to tell you this now. You belong to me now. You betrayed my family. Your life is forfeit to me.” He pinches my ass. “When I want to fuck you, I will. On my terms. Do you understand me?"
So that's what is going to be done. I'm going to be a little sex toy?
I give a barely perceptible nod because I feel lightheaded.
“Listen well, little hacker. If it's the middle of the night and I want your pussy, I'm going to take it. If it's broad daylight out and you’re in the middle of something, if I ask you to sit on my face, you fucking will. If you wake in the morning with my cock in your mouth, you will obey me every fucking minute and take every drop. If I want to eat your pussy for breakfast, I will. When and how I want to.”
Ho-ly shit. Now we’re getting somewhere. Now we’re getting to the real purpose of me being here.
But he’s not done yet.
“I will have you anywhere and everywhere I want. There's a reason I'm waiting right now, but you'll see. Do you understand me?"
I nod, speechless, my mouth dry. He continues, the loofah forgotten.
His arms are wrapped around me like bonds as streams of hot water bounce off both of us.
“You don't have to give me permission not to rape you.
Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I haven't fucked you yet?
That I haven't tied you up and taken my belt to your ass to punish you for what you did? That I didn’t whip you before I licked your pussy and brought you to the edge of coming, and left you tied to my bed, sore, dripping with my come while you begged for your own release?
While I have my reasons for not treating you this way, remember, Aria. The threat is there."
I'm trembling against him, when he tips my head back and runs hot water through my hair.
Pours shampoo in the palm of his hand and massages it into my scalp.
If I didn't feel like I was going to pass out from what he just told me, this would feel nice, but it doesn't. I know he's just doing this to make me complacent.
With my head tipped back to rinse the suds, he places his finger under my chin and bends me further back. Before I realize what he’s doing, he drops his mouth to my breast. I tremble at the pink of his tongue flat against my hardened nipple. A tremor of arousal overtakes me and I let out a whimper.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers against the underside of my breast, running a thumb along my other nipple. When he grips the back of my neck, I fear he’ll try to kiss me.
I turn away. I don’t want to kiss him. I haven't brushed my teeth, I don't trust him, and kissing is so…intimate. You’d think showering with someone is intimate, but nothing like a kiss. You can't hide from a kiss.
But he doesn't kiss me. He runs his fingers through my hair and rinses the shampoo out while his phone rings again, and again.
“I’ve left toiletries and things you’ll need. My sister picked up a few things for you.”
His sister. Oh thank God there’s a woman somewhere in the mix. I breathe out in relief.
Will she like me? Will I like her?
“There’s pen and paper on the desk. Write down anything you need.” Pausing, he leans forward and tips a finger under my chin. “And remember, Aria. I’ll be watching even when I’m not here.” In other words, don’t do anything stupid. Got it.
Of course I won't. I watch him step out of the shower and towel off, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he’s sex personified, a god in human form. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he reaches for his phone and steps out of the bathroom.
When he’s gone, the first thing I do is brace myself against the wall and breathe. I let the water flow over me, cleansing me, and breathe in the invigorating, warm air. When my heartbeat finally slows, I explore what he’s left for me.
The pink loofah’s obviously mine, as well as some nice toiletries. Shampoo and conditioner, a bottle of moisturizer. Definitely not the stuff you’d find at the dollar store.
My heart leaps when I find a razor — one of those fancy five-blade deals with a lubricating strip.
Great for shaving the legs, but not so helpful if you’re looking for a weapon.
I give it a long look and remember what he said about watching me.
With a sigh, I use it to shave and nothing else.
Thoughts of escaping come and go, fleeting thoughts of what a normal person would do in a situation like this.
But I’m not normal, and neither is he. It’s better if I find ways to make this work. Make it tolerable. Keep my own sense of self while under the control of another.
I finally exit the shower to find a fluffy towel and robe waiting for me on a small table beside the vanity. I dry my hair and body, then take a moment to use the lotion before I slide into the robe. It’s soft against my skin and makes me sigh in contentment.
I’ll enjoy the small luxuries when I can. I’d imagine this is exactly what a luxury hotel is like. I could relish a touch of luxury for a moment.
But it doesn’t last long. When I open the bathroom door, I pause, my mouth agape. Staring at the dress that's hanging in front of me.