She is the Queen

Chapter 10

As I thought more of what happened, what had passed between him and I, I comprehend the reality of being trapped in the clutches of a possessive man. The tension between us had escalated, I realized that I had to find a way to escape. With cunning and determination, I devised a plan that involved stealing his phone, contacting my father for help, and ultimately outsmarting my captor. This blog post will detail the daring steps I took to secure my freedom.

At breakfast, I smiled at the maids and showed a small appreciation for the breakfast they have prepared. I sat down on the table and took a sip from my black coffee. I was attired in black leggings and a loose grey long sleeved T-shirt with white sneakers.

"Goodmorning, Andrea." I said softly.
He raised his eyes from his newspapers and analysed me shortly.
"Goodmorning."
"How are you?"
"Satisfied."

I licked my lips as I took a bite from my pancake and in gulping my food, I moaned lightly. 

"You are playing a dangerous game, kitten."
"What?" I asked dumbfounded. 
He then stood up and pulled me up. Then, he forcefully pulled me onto his lap, completely catching me off guard. My eyes widened in shock and confusion as I desperately tried to free myself from his grasp, but his hold was too strong.

"What are you doing? Let me go now," I demanded, my voice filled with anger and defiance.

He smirked, reveling in my discomfort. This was his sick way of punishing me for whatever reason he saw fit. I clenched my fists, determined to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.

Let me paint a picture of the disturbing position we were in. I was forced to sit on his leg, my legs dangling down between his thighs, trapped and unable to escape. The chair's arm and the table formed a prison-like barrier around me, with his left arm locking me in place by holding onto my waist. Desperately, I placed my right hand on his chest, attempting to create some distance between us, but it was futile. The contact between our bodies felt suffocating, and suddenly, I couldn't help but notice something pressing against my hips. Oh god, he had an erection. I was completely overwhelmed and unsure of how to react. Should I ignore it? I had never been in this kind of situation before. I felt a flush of embarrassment spread across my cheeks, something I had never experienced before. This entire situation was just too embarrassing to handle.

He seemed to understand the effect he was having on me. I watched as his eyes transitioned from their usual green color to a dark, intense shade. Slowly, he moved closer to my neck, his hot breath tantalizing my senses. The scent of coffee, one of my favorites, filled the air. His voice, low and seductive, whispered, "You will be mine one day."

My mind was in turmoil as he continued his assault on my neck, leaving marks and hickeys that were sure to leave a visible trace. I squirmed in an attempt to free myself from his grip but to no avail. "Are you crazy? Back off!" I squealed, unable to hide my discomfort.

His response was instant anger and possessiveness. It was as though my resistance fueled his desire to control me even more. He didn't stop, instead biting down on my left collarbone, causing both pain and pleasure to surge through me. 

But then, irritation overcame the mixed emotions. Yes, it had felt good in a twisted way, but I despised the submissive role he was forcing upon me. Summoning all my strength, I pushed against his chest, creating enough space for me to escape. In that moment, he seemed to snap back to reality, his eyes filled with lust and confusion. I seized the opportunity and quickly slipped away from his grasp, determined to distance myself from this disturbing encounter.

Enduring the possessiveness and aggression of my captor was unbearable, but every action he took only fueled my determination to escape. One day, as I feigned compliance, I managed to slip away and go on my usual walk. Little did he know, my change in routine was strategic planning for my upcoming escape.