Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Goddamn it. He was going to have to gag the little cunt to teach her to shut the fuck up. Leaning down, he lifted her and turned her around so her ass was to the open cage door. “Get the fuck in there. Now.”
Finally, the little brat backed her way into the cage.
He crouched in front of her and reached for her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Let’s get something straight right now. That was the last time you speak without being asked a direct question. Do. You. Understand?”
Spots of color appeared high on her cheeks, her nostrils flaring. Most girls would be sobbing by now, but Callie was actually pissed off. He almost smiled. She did have spunk—he had to give her that. But he was easily fifty pounds heavier, every bit of it muscle, and he held all the cards. It was going to be his distinct pleasure to knock that spunk right out of her. When he was done with her, she’d be a docile, subservient slave, eager to do his every bidding.
He glared at her, waiting for her to respond to his direct question.
Finally, she dropped her eyes and mumbled, “Yes, Sir.”
“What’s that?” he snapped. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said in a louder voice, still not meeting his gaze.
He chuckled, letting go of her chin. “That’s better.” He reached for his erect shaft. “Now, you’re going to suck me off before I go back to bed. Then you’re going to curl up in your doggy cage and wait for your Master to return in the morning to give you what you so richly deserve.”
Still crouched in front of her, he leaned forward, guiding his cock to her lips. “Open wide.”
She parted her lips, just barely.
He shoved his shaft into her mouth, reaching for a handful of her hair to hold her in place. He thrust in and out, gagging the girl with his thick shaft as he plunged deep into her throat. Turned on as he was, it didn’t take long. Within a minute or two, his balls tightened, his cock tingling and throbbing in her warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed, thrusting forward and impaling her on his shaft as he came.
Once he’d shot his load, he let go of her hair and pulled away so his cock fell from her lips. He leaned back on his haunches as he caught his breath. Then he reached for the cage door and closed it. He picked up the padlock from beside the cage and slipped it through the latch, snapping it closed with a click.
He got to his feet, a pleasant drowsiness moving through his body. He smiled down at the caged girl, no longer angry, though still intent on making her pay.
“See you in the morning.”
~*~
Bright light streamed in through the windows of the large room. The sky was a brilliant, deep blue beyond the glass. How was it possible that such a beautiful day existed, while Callie was locked in a dog cage, waiting for god knew what horror?
She was curled in a fetal position, every bone and joint aching. After Damon had stomped away down the stairs, she’d allowed herself a good, long cry, until there were no tears left. She’d eventually drifted into a fitful doze until the sun rose, turning the sky from black to gray to golden pink and finally to that deep, perfect blue that seemed to mock her in its perfection.
Her eyes felt gritty, her face sticky with dried tears and snot. She was desperate for a long, hot shower. Her mouth tasted bitter and she was terribly thirsty. She knew she needed to eat something, but at the moment her stomach had curled itself into a tight, painful knot. She couldn’t imagine getting any food past the lump in her throat.
While she couldn’t blame herself for trying to escape, the net result was that Damon would now be even more on his guard. She wouldn’t have another opportunity like the one she’d blown.
Water under the bridge, her father would have said. She needed to stop feeling sorry for herself and figure out what came next. She needed to lull Damon into believing she had given up and accepted her lot. No more outward resistance, no more begging for him to let her go.
Despite his incredibly good looks and obvious privilege, she’d gotten a sense of the fragile ego just beneath the bravado and bullying. Men like that desperately wanted to be admired and, in his case, worshipped. She would play off that. She would make him believe he’d broken her spirit.
Meanwhile, she’d keep her eyes and ears open. She had to find out where he kept the house and car keys. She needed to find where he kept his cell phone and his gun, if there even was a gun. She didn’t think he planned to kill her, but she couldn’t rule that out.