Chapter Seven
Marseille
He acted like I should feel special because he picked me. Well, I didn’t. I tried to put a better spin on things, like he chose me, he wanted me. It was kinda hard to do when you had been thrown in a trunk, then chained up and treated like the family dog.
He had some plus sides though, besides his looks. He was vulnerable, he showed that when he told me about my choices. He could cook, also he was true to his word, I gave him a list of everything I would need, including clothing, and he got everything.
I was nervous about that night. I knew he was going to expect sex. I didn’t want to be forced. I hoped he would be kind and gentle but knew he wasn’t, so I hoped it would be over quick.
He was making a stew for dinner. He allowed me to read one of the new books he brought me. It was about star cross crossed lovers who meet and fall hopelessly in love then live happily ever after.
Looking at the clamps secured on my ankle, all I could think was, this is a great happily fucking ever after.
Havoc
Taking the bread from the oven, I dished out her stew, then cut her a chunk of bread. Putting butter by her plate, I called her in. I heard the heavy clank of the chain and it made my balls swell up. Night could not come soon enough.
She sat down, then surprise shone across her face. She was pleased with the meal.
I tried not to look happy. “Here is a list of chores for tomorrow.”
She took it with a look of trepidation on her face. Reading through it, she nodded.
“It’s not too much?” I really wasn’t sure what all she could handle.
Shaking her head no, I told her she could speak.
“No, it isn’t too much. These are pretty clear cut. Except piling the wood out by the porch. How can I do that with this?” She pointed to the chain.
“It gives enough slack that you can reach outside.”
She nodded, took a bite of her food, then closed her eyes as she savored the food.
Marseille
This man really can melt you with his food. I have to play along so I can win his trust and convince him to let me go. It may take a while, but I had to do something.
Finishing dinner, he gave me my obligatory five minute shower time to clean up, then to meet him back in the kitchen.
When I came back in the kitchen, he glared at the towel I had wrapped around me. Slowly, I let it drop. It was hard for me to bare myself.
“Lie down.” He pointed to the corner behind me that sat on the other side of the kitchen.
Turning around, I noticed a mattress he had put on the floor, with a stand beside it. My books were on top of the stand. Sighing deeply, I walked over to the mattress, bending down to get on it.
I heard his zipper come down before I glanced up at him and saw him getting undressed. He was an absolute godlike creature to see nude. I fucking hated him that I couldn’t enjoy it because of the situation we were in.
“Get on all fours,” he ordered.
“Yes sir,” I replied, gritting my teeth.
“Good girl.” He smirked.
Tears formed in my eyes as I flipped over. I felt his massive body over top of me. He lined his cock up against my slit, rubbing it up and down, teasing me. Sadly, I was soaking wet for him.
He snaked his other arm around me to hold me up, then slid his hand in between my legs. I sucked in a deep breath when his thumb started manipulating my clit. Involuntarily my hip started moving into his groin. He chuckled then thrust his cock hard and swift inside of me.
My legs were shaking, if he hadn’t been holding me up, I would’ve fell over. He was massive and filled me completely. My moans of pleasure I was so desperately trying to quash were mixing with his grunts. He was rutting me like a wild animal, and my body loved it.
When my pussy clenched around him, it caused a chain reaction of multiple intense orgasms and aftershocks, then followed with his shout of primal ecstasy as he emptied himself inside of me.
He pulled out of me, rolled over, then climbed out of the bed, and walked to the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
I was bereft. I realized he wasn’t the cuddling kind, but damn. Not even a thank you? Your pussy was great? Anything?
I rolled over onto my side, curled up into a ball, and waited to see if he was coming back out. I had dozed off when I felt a blanket covering me. Then I fell back asleep.
Havoc
I needed to get away from her quickly. I wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in my arms. Where the fuck that came from, I don’t know. She needed to get out of my head. She has one purpose. To give me offspring. That is all.
Walking in the kitchen, she looks so damn sad all curled up naked in a ball. My dick thinks she looks lonely. Not going to happen. At least not right now. She was tight, and I am sure I hurt her. It was better that way. Better she didn’t think this was something it wasn’t.
Chapter Eight
Marseille
It had been two weeks since I arrived. I wondered if anyone had missed me. If anyone even cared that I was gone.
He took me every night on my mattress. I just got my period so I will get a reprieve this week he said. We have a small routine we have fallen into.
He leaves every day for about eight or nine hours, and I clean. I have searched everywhere for the keys to my lock on my chain as
