Stay Chained to Me

Chapter 1

Glossy blond locks and ruby red eyes are the first things that I recall of him.

When I first met him, it was right after he kidnapped me. We were on a silent and tense car ride, side by side to each other.

He had had his beautiful, neck-length hair up in a pony tail, and he was dressed in a receptionist's uniform. Bubblegum pink, and thankfully short enough to reveal milky, succulent thighs.

My eyes roamed his body, at his delicate hips, and small ankles that showed through his shoes, my knuckles twitched with the urge to brush against his plush cheek and my fingers ached and trembled in pain at not being able to rake through that hair, and pull.
"What are you looking at?" He demanded haughtily, without turning his head to face me ; it sounded as if he believed that he was superior to me in every single possible way. I could tell simply from his voice and the way he carried himself, how this conversation would go. He was absolutely furious.
Lets have some fun. I thought mischievously.
"I just never expected the chain-bastard to be a woman." I replied snarkily, giving him a side glance, not even bothering to hide the amusement and irony I felt.
Even though I knew full well that he was anything but a woman.