Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
His words should have pissed me off. He pressed himself against me, letting me know what he really wanted: To fuck me. I felt his need. I don’t think anyone has ever spoken so rudely and bluntly to me before. Something deep inside of me that I didn't know was there sparkled when those words hit me, and I found I wanted more. His large body molded perfectly against mine. The deep growl to his voice made me wet between my thighs.
When it comes to him, getting more attention is going to be a problem. Especially when the person you want it from is nowhere to be found. That happened over a week ago and I haven't heard another peep from him. I’ve even started trying to poke at him. I went back to leaving him food. I stopped myself a few times from opening the drapes because I wasn't sure if maybe it really did hurt his scars, so I left that one alone.
I haven’t stopped talking to him, though. Each chance I get I allow myself to speak my thoughts out loud. Sometimes I even ask him questions even though I know he won’t answer. I’m pretty sure the main living areas of the home are wired for not only video but audio too. I wasn't completely sure, but I talked anyway. All the time. If I’m not talking, I’m singing. Another small thing that has been giving me a weird thrill. Thinking about him watching me.
It was strange at first. For so long I took care of myself. No one else ever watched out for me. I’m not so sure he’s watching out for me but he’s watching. And I don’t want him to stop.
I sigh, flipping off the bathroom light. I break the rules, but still he doesn't say anything. I look down at my forearm at the rash his stupid uniform has left on my skin. I should start breaking those rules too. Why do I need to wear a stupid uniform? There isn't a guest or anyone else here but us. Then it hits me. It hides my body.
I glance down at my cream sleep dress that has red roses along the hem. It’s my favorite but a touch small. I should have thrown it out a year ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Money has been tight and I really can’t afford to get a new one. Don’t do it, Summer, I tell myself. But as I think the words I’m already heading out the door.
I could use a snack. Maybe I could stop by the library and get a new book to read. Not that I don’t already have a stack in my room calling my name. Can one more book really hurt anything? When I make my way to the library something hums inside of me. It’s ridiculous. My nipples tighten as my desire starts to rise. The same as it did when he’d pressed himself against me in the library.
If I keep the lights off maybe he’ll come out. I’ll need some kind of light though. I pass the library, heading for the kitchen to grab matches to light a candle. I freeze, my hand stopping on the light switch to the kitchen when I see a figure standing at the fridge holding the dinner I made and left for him. Does he do the same thing every night? Look at what I made him but never eat it? Torturing himself? I shouldn't care. He’s a jerk. But I do.
He shoves it back into the fridge, slamming the door shut so hard the giant refrigerator shakes. “You should be in bed,” he growls. I can only make out the outline of him now that kitchen has fallen into darkness once again. “I told you to stop cooking for me.” He turns around to face me. I can’t make out anything, my eyes still not adjusting to the darkness. “Is it because you want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re asking for?”
Good question. Because I’m not even sure of the answer. Is that what I am asking for? To be fucked? I lick my suddenly dry lips, knowing I’m in over my head. Then again, when am I ever not that way? It is the story of my life. So I go with the truth.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been fucked.”
11
Kale
Her admission rocks me. She’s untouched? A woman that looks like her? Seems impossible. She’s baiting me, but what would she gain but my dick in her virginal pussy? Does she have some sick fetish that she wants fulfilled? Some game she likes playing? A Beauty and the Beast fantasy where she is devoured against her will by an animal? Imagine walking around my house wearing that sheer floral getup and expecting me to do nothing.