Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“It sounds like a lie.” The words tumble out of my mouth without my permission. My eyes fly to his and widen with fear.
Much to my surprise, the corners of his lips pull up into an asymmetric grin. “I won’t lie to you.” He purses his lips for a moment and then adds, “Things aren’t quite what they seem to be.”
I don’t get his cryptic meaning, but I’m also not interested. I don’t believe he’ll let me go. Not for one second.
“I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you that very shortly, I'll be traveling soon. I won’t be in the U.S., and if I sent you on your way back home, you’d be safe and I’d be safe from prosecution.” He brings a slice of orange to my mouth and I have to open my lips wider. I take in the succulent slice and hold his eyes.
“I don’t have a need for you where I’m going, and I won’t mind sending you back home.” I search his eyes and his face, but he seems sincere.
“I need you right now though.” He looks away and his hand hovers over the plate before deciding on another slice of orange. For the first time, I see a sliver of vulnerability from him.
“I need you to be perfect for me, and then I can leave and you can go home.”
I want to ask him what he means. I need a concrete answer and plan, but I already know he won’t tell me.
“You can’t tell anyone I offered you this deal, my sweet angel.” I nod my head and swallow before promising, “I won’t.”
He gives me a small smile, but it’s sad. He cups my chin in his hand and leans forward and whispers, “They’ll kill me and most likely you.”
My heart lurches in my chest. “I shouldn’t have said anything, but I’m truly sorry you’re in this situation.” I look up into his eyes and I believe him. I may be naïve or stupid, but I do.
“So just be quiet and be good for me, and everything will be alright.”
I nod my head and say, “I will.” I speak the truth.
“Olivia,” he says firmly, “don’t ever speak of this again. Not to me; not to anyone.”
I nod my head and let the fear of what would happen wash over me.
Olivia
“Kneel.” Kade’s voice is calm, and I’m quick to sit down on my heels. My legs are firmly pressed together. My back is straight, and I keep my eyes forward. I’ve had days of practice. I know these positions by heart now. It’s easy to listen and obey these commands. They’re all I’ve done, and thankfully, all that Kade has asked from me. I’ve obeyed everything without question, only thinking about being set free.
He leans down and gently brushes my nipples with the backs of his fingers.
My pussy clenches, and my nipples harden at his touch. This is a part of training, but I’m not giving in to him or his touch. I can’t let myself be fooled. I’ll play the part and do what I have to do to survive. But that's all this is. It's just me surviving until I can get out of here.
“Spread,” he says in a low voice.
My knees move to the side, exposing myself to him. My heart races faster, but I do my best not to show it.
“Good girl,” he barely speaks above a murmur. My lips part with his approval. I almost said thank you. Before I can think too much on my thoughts and the effect his approval has on me, I hear a zipper. The sound fills the room. I don’t look up, but I don’t have to. Kade’s pants drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. The belt smacks the floor with a clank and I watch as he steps out of them.
“Look at me, angel.” My eyes raise to his. They beg me to look straight ahead. His cock is right there, proud and large. Precum is already glistening at the head.
My breathing comes in frantic pants. “This is something they’ll want to see.”
I nod my head once. I knew this was going to happen eventually. I slowly open my mouth for him. But he doesn’t move. I'd rather just get this over with. A moment passes and I hesitantly look up at him.
“Stay,” he says. And with that simple command he leaves the room.
I close my mouth and finally breathe. My body sags forward and I want to collapse on the ground, but I don’t. I need to be in this position when he returns.
I don’t know how long we’ve been in this room, but it feels like forever. It’s nearly empty and nothing like the bedroom.
This room was made for training. The walls and floor are cement. Neither are painted, and it gives a grim atmosphere. That, combined with the tools on the back wall and machines in the room makes it feel like a room designed for torture, although Kade informed me otherwise.