He looks me up and down like I’m either the stupidest or most pathetic person he’s ever met. Maybe both. “That much should be obvious. Have I given you the wrong idea? Were you thinking you have any say over what you’re doing here?”
“No.”
“I hope not because you’re going to be extremely disappointed.” With a wave, he signals for me to get off the sofa. “Let’s go. I don’t like having my schedule fucked with.”
It seems Lucas is in more need of a blowjob than I thought. I’ve never met anybody wound so tightly.
As usual, he pulls me to the bathroom off his bedroom. When I’m alone, I stare at myself in the mirror, breathing deeply in an attempt to make my pulse slow down. So far, so good. He hasn’t given me any serious reason to be scared. If he wanted to hurt me, he could’ve done it by now.
Still, I jump when he knocks on the door.
“I forgot, I bought you a toothbrush.” I open the door just wide enough for him to slide it through, then close it again. At least I have this.
It would be a bad idea to let it go to my head. I know that much for sure when I exit the bathroom and find him holding the same ropes he used on me last night. “Oh, no…”
“I thought we discussed you not having a say in this.” He stands by the bed, a pillow on the floor just like before.
“Why can’t I sleep in the guest room? You can lock me in the same way you did today. I won’t be able to get out.”
“Here. Now.” There’s something in the way he narrows his eyes and flares his nostrils that gets me moving—but my feet are heavy, thanks to my disappointment.
I’m not looking forward to another night on a hard floor. At least I took a nap in a bed earlier. I had a little slice of comfort today.
“What if I have to pee during the night?”
“Hold it or learn to love sleeping in piss.” He finishes restraining me and barely bothers to check how the tight rope cuts into my skin before standing. “See you in the morning.”
I get one last look at his hard, unfeeling expression before he flips off the lights. After a trip to the bathroom, he takes off his clothes—it’s too dark for me to see anything, which is sort of a shame—as he gets into bed. I might as well not be here.
Though considering how much worse things could be, maybe that’s a good thing.