His Desire (Sequel To His Slave)

His Desire Chapter 13

They lay silently next to each other, looking opposite directions.
The tears fell silently down Libby cheeks. She wished the naked body beside her would leave her alone.
Greg lay in silence to.
The guilt was too intense, he couldn't look at her innocent eyes knowing what he did, knowing what would happen to her. She was good in bed and Hunter knew that. It's was only a matter of days before he would start sending her out to private clients. That's when it got dangerous.
Greg knew she would be vulnerable alone.
Greg wondered why he had bid on Libby. He had never bid on a girl before, so why her? Why now?
Did love her? No he didn't think so, she was hot- there was no doubt about it, but there was nothing deeper between them, only desperation and lust.
Ironically they were in the same position, entrapped in a society they detested- with only each other for support.
Greg couldn't lose Libby over this. He knew he had taken it too far, acted on hormones rather than sense. He had jeopardised their relationship through his own greed and it wasn't fair on her.
Swiftly Greg got off the bed.
He looked down at Libby's naked body, her head was buried down into the pillow, she was trying to hide her tears.
Greg heaved, his breaths unsteady.
"Libby..." He whispered "Libby I'm sorry..."
No reply.
"Libby listen to me....Libby" he quietly growled growing impatient.
"What?!" Sobbed Libby lifting her head. Her face was hot, her soft skin tear stained.
"What Greg? What do you want, don't you know, you've had everything I can give you! You're just the same as the others really... Too much money for sense!"
"Libby that's not true!"
"Yes it is, you only befriended me so that I would sleep with you, I was vulnerable and you took advantage of that!"
"Libby I did not! I was thinking of you, you're best interests. You don't want one of those men to be your fists time?"
"And I'm starting to think I didn't want you either" shrieked Libby getting out of the bed.
She threw the silk sheets down and picked up a fluffy dressing gown that was draped over an elegant chair to the side.
Shrugging it over her naked body and roughly doing it up she marched over to the opening of the tent.
"Oh no you don't!" Growled Greg grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards him.
"You can't just leave?! Has it not sunk in yet that there is no escape from this place? You go out there you will be eaten alive and will probably have the same fate"
"I don't care" was Libby's simple reply. It was true, she didn't care anymore. She had nothing more to lose.
"I can't let you" said Greg as he roughly pulled her back and threw her body down on the messy bed.
"You go out there and you are dead"
Libby began to struggle again as he held her down.
"Get off me Greg!" She screamed.
"NO"
Libby spat in his face.
This angered Greg. Why didn't she understand, she had to play the game if she wanted to survive.
He quickly retrieved the metal hand cuffs and restrained her back to the bed head.
He then quickly left off her trashing body, like a poacher releasing a wild crocodile.
"Don't you dare leave me!"
"I'll do what I like" shrugged Greg pulling on his jeans.
"You're an idiot, a lier!"
"I'm not..." He sighed as he left the tent, leaving Libby cursing alone.
As the night crept into dawn Libby sat on the bed listening to the noises around her. The candle had long faded and the tent was dark. Surrounding her she could hear the muffled screams of girls and the husky murmurs of men.
She heard the crickets, the wind, the cries for help.
No one came into Libby's tent. Greg must have not told anyone he left. Libby was thank full.
She sat, quietly dosing, afraid to let sleep overwhelm her body. She couldn't let her guard down, not again.
As the dawn sun began to rise Libby was startled by the rustling of the canvas tent.
Opening her tired eyes she was met with a startling figure stood before her. The early morning sun glowed around his fine torso. A pair of black RayBans perched perfectly on his head, he jangled his keys in his hand.
"I see Greg had fun" the cold voice mused as his striking eyes fell on a small blood stain in the sheets.
Libby didn't reply. She to was mesmerised by the patch of blood, the last remains of her innocence.
The cool voice spoke again, sending the usual shivers down her spine.
"You are to be washed and fed by the other girls. You will no longer be needed in the routines, instead Hunter has decided you will work solely in the private tents. you were in popular demand last night i hear. You will be serving my customers tonight and from now on... that is.... unless you want to spend tonight with me...?" Said Ryan in a seductive sardonic tone as he walked away from her rendering Libby speechless.

I forgot to tell you what classic his slave was based on, it was Shakespeare's famous 'Taming Of The Shrew' high five to anyone who guessed it!