His long fingers flexed over the buckle of his belt, as he pulled it off. He moved to the buttons of his suit shirt and his six-pack abs were displayed from behind the material.
“You want this, Jade.” He tossed his shirt onto the floor before flicking open the button to his pants. “I can see it in the way your eyes move over my body. You want this as badly as I do, and I’m going to give it to you.” He leans down, fist down onto the mattress and slowly crawls up my body until he’s resting in the apex of my thighs. He runs the tip of his nose over my neck. “Mmmm, you smell so sweet, little Bunny. How I’m going to teach you every little thing there is to know about me and what I do, and do you know what you’re going to do?”
I didn’t answer. One, because I’m gagged, but two, because I didn’t want to. I removed myself from these situations. He may have my body at his mercy, but he will never have my mind.
The thick tip of his penis pressed against the entrance of my hole. “You’re going to help me.” He sunk himself inside of me and I cried out loudly even though it was muffled by the gag.
I lost my virginity to this prick, and now he uses me as his toy. I’ve thought about going to the police multiple times, but I remember the one time I did and saw James talking with all of the officers outside the precinct. As if he knew that I was going to at the very least try to talk with someone about it.
There was no coming out of his shadows, so the best I could do now was blend in.
He kissed me passionately, making love to me. I remained passive, blocking out what was happening. Once he was done, he peeled his sticky body off mine and reached for his cigar holder in his side pocket. Taking one out, his eyes remaining on mine, he lit the end, and then lights the bottom of the metal holder, and before I can comprehend what he is doing, he pressed the scorching hot metal to the inside of my lower ankle and I once again cried out in agony, lost within the cloud of my pain.
“You’re always going to be mine now. When people see that? They’re going to know they can’t fucking touch you.”
I move through my new classes fluidly, but I find myself unsettled. Like there’s so much to unravel before I can focus solely on why I’m here. I expected for James and me to be done once I left Stone View. I should have known better.
My hand skims over the parcel that was left for me at the front desk, the gold and red ribbons slipping over the palm of my hand. Why. Why does he do this to me? And why am I not so bothered by it anymore? The biggest secret I’ve ever held was the one of James and I. Silenced, but not sure why.
I flip off the lid and shake my head. “Green. Of course.” I touch the silk gown and take it out of the box. The PRADA label that is embedded into the underbed of the box isn’t surprising at all. James goes all out. Always. I lick my bottom lip and take my dress to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to my private shower. I am grateful for my own amenities, but I’m also not sold on the fact that he didn’t have something to do with it, so no one questions my whereabouts.
Quickly scrubbing up in the shower, I dry my body off and rub potent scented lotion into my skin. I’ve only got an hour to get ready. I continue to do my makeup and hair. Brushing on thick foundation and a strong smoky eye, I line my lips in army green before sliding a matte style lipstick over them. I gather my makeup into a pile and take myself in in the mirror. Tightened beneath my breasts to spill them over the edge, while the waist is clenched in tightly, accentuating my already hourglass shape. The backs have little black feather wings where straps should be. It’s nice. I’ll give him that. When there’s a knock on the door, my muscles tighten, snapping my shoulders straight. Showtime.
The night is placid, but the midnight sky does nothing to blanket the nerves that are wracking through my body, sizzling me from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes.
“Where we are going tonight,” James murmurs, pulling his Maserati onto the freeway. Soft classical music is filling the car. I hate classical music now. “I will need you on your best behavior.”