Housekeeper (Lavens Family, part 1)

16. Naked

*Vanessa*

As I awoke, a persistent ache throbbed in my cheek. I reached to soothe it, only to discover, to my horror, that my limbs were restrained. I mustered all my strength to scream, but a rough, yet oddly soft cloth was bound tightly around my mouth, silencing any attempt at speech. The knot pressing against my cheek served as a constant reminder of my muted state. The cloth muffled every sound, reducing my cries to mere whispers. I examined the ropes binding my wrists. Despite my desperate struggles, the ropes remained steadfast, their rough fibres digging into my skin.

Kevin?

I glanced around anxiously, the surroundings of my room now familiar, yet I came to the realization that I was there alone. When the coldness completely made my skin goosebumps, I looked at my own naked self. I was lying there with my legs wide apart in full view of anyone who would enter that door.

On a second attempt, I screamed into the cloth muffling my cries and struggled with all my might to escape this confinement. However, I ceased my efforts upon hearing the sound of a key turning in the lock. Turning my head towards the door, I saw Kevin entering the room, a look of pleasure crossing his face as he caught my gaze. And the only thing I was imagining was that I was lying there, naked in full display before him. I was deeply ashamed of this exposure and tensed all my muscles.

"You're finally awake," he said, taking off his T-shirt and starting to unbutton his jeans.

"Kevin, please. I don't want this. Let me go," I begged with tears in my eyes.

"What?" he asked, holding his hand like a shell to his ear. "I couldn't hear you well with that cloth on."

With his pants still on, he jumped on top of me. I closed my eyes and turned my face away from him, but was pulled back with great force so that I had to look at him.

"Vanessa..." he asked with a pause, and I felt the cold, unforgiving steel of a knife pressing menacingly against the vulnerable skin of my neck. With every breath, I felt the blade scrape gently against my skin, and I knew that the threat of the knife, motionless and unforgiving, was a silent promise of violence that nipped any attempt at resistance in the bud.

"My dear Vanessa, if you behave appropriately, and I hear no screams from your mouth, I will remove that cloth from your mouth. Otherwise..." he said, pressing the blade a little harder against my skin, "I will have to punish you. And I didn't want that." I couldn't respond as I took in the information and continued to look at him anxiously.

"So? Promise me you'll be good?"

I shook my head like a wild person and was relieved when he freed my mouth.

"So tell me, my love. What did you want to say to me just now?

"Please, Kevin, I'm begging you. Don't do this," I pleaded in a broken whisper as tears found their freedom from my eyes. My entire throat felt like it was being squeezed shut, and the words of my plea hung in my throat.

"But, I want this, and Vanessa... you don't know how much I've longed to sleep with you and fuck your brains out." I turned my head to the left, squeezing my eyes shut at the sight of his hard member as he pulled down his pants.

"Open your eyes and look at me, my love. I would rather not cut your pretty neck open with this knife," he said, waving the knife. "I'm putting this here next to us with the thought that you will be a good girl, but remember... one wrong move, one scream, and you won't live to tell this tale."

I looked at him in shock, my brain processing everything he had just said when I felt his lips on mine, but I kept them tightly closed.

"Vanessa, you'll have to cooperate with me. Or I'll have to use my knife to make you obey. Do you want that?"