"That's it, baby," he continues, his tone almost soothing, despite the filth spilling from his lips. "Take my cock. Take all of it."
Baby.
My belly flutters, my heart soaring like a fool even though I know it's a runaway utterance. A thoughtless spi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
💕Author's Note: Hey, gorgeous! Read ahead (over 100 chapters) by becoming a patron at www.EmendedHearts.com/join
💗💗💗
We get to the end of a hallway and he turns the one knob of a large pair of double doors and pushes it open.
I follow him inside, my steps tentative, but as soon as I'm in, my eyes bulge wide behind my glasses and my chest swells in awe.
The room is absolutely stunning, almost magical even. I'm frozen in place for several seconds, my brain racing, trying to process everything in my line of vision.
And, boy, is it a lot.
"This is going to be your designated quarters for the duration of this arrangement," he says. "You have free access to this room and all the facilities in this wing at any time should you require any of them, but the rest of the house is restricted and out of bounds to you unless I'm present with you or I decide otherwise. Is that understood?"
"Sure thing, boss," I say, slightly exasperated with a roll of my eyes.
Despite my words and my annoyance with him, the room is insanely gorgeous; spacious with an indoor pool, an entertainment center, and a remarkable King-sized bed covered with a large lavender spread—my favorite color. And there's a very expensive-looking grand organ in the corner. I think I'm in heaven—or at least some really twisted, sarcastic version of it, anyway.
There are other accents of lavender dispersed throughout the space; candles, paintings, and some mosaic glass patterns in two identical floor length mirrors on opposite sides of the room.
It's like he knows I love lavender, but that can't be possible. It's not something I've ever mentioned to him or in his presence, not even in passing. And I know he knows that I sing, but I never mentioned that I play piano to him, either. It's really weird. Really, really weird.
I know I'm probably just being paranoid. But it's hard not to overthink and overanalyze every little thing after all the crazy experiences and revelations I've had these past few months. And after the atomic bomb Trixie just dropped on me, I can't say I blame myself.
I walk ahead, my steps tentative and cautious as I move further into the room, as if I'm scared of hurting the floor. As much as I admire it, I would enjoy the beauty of the room a hell of a lot more if my bladder didn't hurt like a bitch.
I scan around frantically, hoping to spot a connecting door to a bathroom. But before I can take another step, I feel a strong grip on my arm, and suddenly I'm being yanked from behind. I almost trip over myself as a long, sharp tingle pierces through my lower abdomen; my bladder's reaction to the abrupt motion.
"What the hell?!" I yell, turning to face him and struggling to regain my balance, even as I try to keep up with his steps as he practically drags me in the opposite direction.
He doesn't say anything. He just keeps walking and forcing me to go along with him. I clutch at his hand, trying to peel his fingers off my arm, but he doesn't budge, and I'm already having a hard enough time keeping up with his long strides without tripping over my feet and emptying my bladder all over myself in the process.
"Stop pulling me, I can walk on my own!" I say, trying to halt even though my feet can't win against the inertia of his relentless pull.
He says nothing back. He just keeps jerking me forward.
"Hey, I said stop!" I repeat, mild fear and uncertainty of what he's going to do to me making my heart throb too fast and my voice rise a few octaves.
More silence on his part, and even more pulling.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" I yell. "Are you deaf?"
I'm no longer just irritated or annoyed with him. I'm pissed the fuck off, and the fact that I seriously need to go only makes my mood that much worse. He doesn't seem to give two shits, though.
He effortlessly drags my body out of the room and through the grand hallway to the opposite end, going past a few turns and bends. My feet practically sweep the floor, barely landing on and touching the ground before I'm forced to take another step.
We approach the end of the vast space, and I see a gated area straight ahead. I soon realize that it's an elevator. He pushes the lone button on a silver pad beside it, and a short ding follows right after. As soon as the doors slide away from each other, he pulls me in with him and the doors close behind us.
"Where are you taking me?" I demand, frowning the worst frown I can muster, and it's a piece of cake to do considering how livid I am.
He finally loosens his grip on my arm, but he doesn't let go, standing annoyingly calm and collected beside me while I breathe and pant like a maniac, trying to suppress the ever-increasing pressure in my lower abdomen.
"Look, I wasn't kidding when I said I need to pee," I say, hints of desperation creeping onto my voice. "I need to go to a bathroom."
"I'm going to need you to be quiet," he says, looking ahead. The arrogant bastard won't even look at me when he's being so rude and dismissive. I guess that's the whole point, but it's only pissing me off more—no pun intended.
I huff in disbelief, on the verge of laughing cynically at his childish, moody display.
"Jesus, are you always this peachy?" I grumble, rolling my eyes as I let the sarcasm roll off my words. I yank my arm out of his grip forcefully now that I have an opening and his hold isn't as strong on me, immediately folding both my arms over my chest in an act of defensiveness.
No response from him. At least not a verbal one.
"Look, if you won't show me to a bathroom, then I'll just pee right here," I say, hoping the threat of pissing all over his first-class elevator will convince him that I'm serious.
He turns to face me, his expression neutral, his poker face solid. His merciless eyes bore into mine, waiting, daring.
"Do it, then."
***
💕Author's Note: Hey again, gorgeous! We'll post one chapter every Friday, but there are currently over 140 chapters, so this may take a while. If you just can't wait, you can read ahead by becoming a patron at www.EmendedHearts.com/join
