Mia

Chapter Fourteen

Mia

Today marks the fourth week I've been stuck with Reaper. Four weeks ago I was free to do and go wherever I wanted, roam free, talk to whoever, make my own plans.

Now I have to look to him, follow his plans for me and I hate every minute of it.

For the first two weeks after having my phone stolen, I had to follow every direction he'd given me. If I did as much as try to tiptoe out of line he'd bend me over his knee before fucking me into submission.

I'd gotten used to his routine. He'd let me sleep in while he went to his gym in the basement for his daily early morning workout at dawn, then he would wake me up so that we could shower together, after that we went to the clubhouse straight to his office and he'd work. Whenever Thomas wasn't there the prospects were.

Most of the time he'd have me do busy work in his office while he worked, stupid shit like organizing his files the exact way he likes it or counting and sorting money by the thousands.

All of a sudden now for the past couple of days he's been easing up. Having prospects watch me instead. He didn't even come home last night. I don't know why that bothers me, but it does. Is he out fucking someone else, does he have a girlfriend I don't know about? The thought of him belonging to someone else brings a sharp pain through my stomach. Caring if he does makes me feel stupid, this man doesn't belong to me, he couldn't care less about me.

I just need to be smart for once and focus on a way out of this mess.

"You still act like you don't know how it goes around here." Thomas gripes stepping into my personal space. "I say. You do." Thomas grunts. He slams the black dress he wants me to wear back on the bed, he dresses me now too. His need to control everything including me is unsettling.

"All I'm saying is that it's weird for me to go to a burial for someone I've never met. I don't understand why you can't just go by yourself." I respond with my arms crossed at my chest. I've always hated anything to do with funerals.

Thomas who is now standing across the room from me is already dressed in a casual club hoodie with his cut on top and jeans. "I don't give a fuck about any of that, Mia. We are just paying our respects. Put the dress on." Thomas bellows leaving no room for further argument.

"You didn't have to talk to me like that." I mumble barely over a whisper. I didn't curse at him, not even once there was no reason for him to be so rude. My back is now turned to him and my focus is on the simple black dress in front of me.

An eerie silence follows my statement. "What was that, Sweet Cheeks?" Thomas asks, his tone dark and threatening.

I turn and look over my shoulder at him. He's waiting patiently for me to answer his stupid ass question. If I were still sixteen my answer would be if you can huhn you can hear, but I decide to go the mature route. Turning back to the dress I give a little shrug. This time I make sure he can hear it. "I said you didn't have to talk to me like that." As soon as the sentence leaves my mouth I'm lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder. I don't even fight him. "Thomas really?"

He starts to walk me into the bathroom connected to his room. "I'll put on the dress!" I shriek when we finally get to the bathroom. Thomas sits me on the ground in front of the bathroom counter. I see him in the mirror pull up my moo moo to get to my panties. "We can't, I'm starting my period." I told him yesterday it was starting, I needed pads.

Thomas' movements don't falter as he removes my underwear. His right hand comes around my neck. I can hear his zipper come down. "No more talking." He commands. He slides into me with ease. "Fuck." He sighs.

Watching him in the mirror I see his face red, eyes focused on what he's doing to me. My hands tighten against the edge of the sink. I'm trying my best to not cry out, a mass of emotions hitting me all at the same time. This is wrong. I've got a gut feeling the more I let him fuck me the more he doesn't want to let me go. It could be the other way around, the more he fucks me the less I want to leave. Maybe that's what's for the best, I don't have anything to go back to in Georgia anyway. At least here I have friends.

"You are doing so good, Mia. Taking all of me." Thomas praises. Hearing him say this makes my heart flutter and my pussy squeeze around him. "Such a good girl." He grunts. Our moans fan out across the room.

His hands hold my waist in a tight grip as he pounds into me. He gently bites my earlobe and our eyes meet in the mirror, his filled with determination, mine with indifference. We stare at each other, our eyes sighing unsaid agreements.

"You're going to be mine forever. Right, Mia? I'm never letting you go whether you like it or not." Thomas dictates, balls deep inside of me. Unsure, I convince myself that this is just dirty talk. Things men say while fucking to make you more horny. "Tell me I'm right, baby." Thomas pitches my nipple.

I nod, "Yes." Now I see people were not lying when they said dick can hypnotize you.