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Authors: Whitney Bianca
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few minutes passed, and I wondered if he'd fallen asleep on top of me. I let my eyes drift around the living room. Like in the bedroom, the room was full of midcentury furniture—a low slung couch and Naugahyde easy chairs. Stained and faded green shag carpeting stretched wall-to-wall. A new flat screen TV was planted on top of an ancient floor model. His and my clothes from Friday were still flung on the floor, my cowboy boots and his steel-toes tipped on their sides in the middle of the floor. His jeans were crumbled beside them, and I stared at them blindly for a few moments until it slowly dawned on me what I was seeing.
My heart stopped in my chest.
His keys were in the pocket of his jeans.
His keys .
I bit down hard on my lip to keep a giddy yelp from escaping. I had a chance. It was a small, unlikely chance, but I was going to fucking take it. I closed my eyes as a wave of relief washed over me. My ordeal might soon be over. If I was smart. He stirred on top of me, and my breath caught. He propped himself up on his elbows and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“You still hungry, baby?” he asked, his voice drowsy. I shook my head no and he levered himself off of me. We both grunted as his still-hard cock slid out of me, tender after the ride he'd subjected me to. I rolled over onto my side and snuck a look at him. He wasn't paying any attention to my miraculous discovery. He was looking at me, his eyes raking over my exposed body. I lay there, still and silent, trying not to draw attention to the excited blood pumping through my veins.
“ Don't move,” he said, then turned and walked to the kitchen. He didn't let go of the leash though, the rope stretching between us, connecting us through space. He returned with a wet paper towel and he wiped me clean, softly, between my legs. I watched him, the cool wet towel soothing my enflamed flesh. I resisted the urge to shiver and sigh at his soft touch. I wasn't fooled by him, but it did feel good to be taken care of.
He wrapped his hand around the leash, beckoning me to him gently this time. I sat up and slid my throbbing bottom across the cool wood and off the table. He stepped close, pressing his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes. I'm not going to lie - the intensity that burned in his gaze scared me. Long gone was the flat, unaffected expression he'd had the first time he'd pressed his body to mine at The Blue Mermaid. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it had only been days. Back then, I was merely a means to an end, a way to scratch an annoying itch. Now his eyes held a slightly manic light, and I could practically hear the thoughts whirling around in his crazy brain.
He wanted to keep me forever.
He thought I was his .
I, however, had no intentions of being his special pet. He could pat me on the head a million times, but he only had to snap one time and I'd be dead. It would only be a matter of time before he killed me. I already knew how it would probably happen, too – he'd fly into a rage over some little thing, or the urge would simply come over him, and he would strangle the life right out of me. He was the type who could kill with his bare hands and not think twice about it. Maybe he'd shed a tear or two over me, but I doubted it. Then I would be buried in the back yard, next to Fluffy.
No fucking way was I going to let that happen.
I had to take my chance.
I took his hand in mine, sliding my fingers between his. He hissed in a sharp breath, as if surprised that I was touching him of my own volition.
“ Can we watch TV?” I asked softly, as if I was scared to speak. Immediately, he was suspicious.
“ Why?”
I shrugged, innocently. He worked his jaw, as if he was trying to figure out what I was up to.
“Kiss me,” he demanded. I took a shaky breath, and slid my arms over his neck, like I knew he liked. I let them sag a little until he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “Tighter,” he whispered. I obliged
My heart stopped in my chest.
His keys were in the pocket of his jeans.
His keys .
I bit down hard on my lip to keep a giddy yelp from escaping. I had a chance. It was a small, unlikely chance, but I was going to fucking take it. I closed my eyes as a wave of relief washed over me. My ordeal might soon be over. If I was smart. He stirred on top of me, and my breath caught. He propped himself up on his elbows and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“You still hungry, baby?” he asked, his voice drowsy. I shook my head no and he levered himself off of me. We both grunted as his still-hard cock slid out of me, tender after the ride he'd subjected me to. I rolled over onto my side and snuck a look at him. He wasn't paying any attention to my miraculous discovery. He was looking at me, his eyes raking over my exposed body. I lay there, still and silent, trying not to draw attention to the excited blood pumping through my veins.
“ Don't move,” he said, then turned and walked to the kitchen. He didn't let go of the leash though, the rope stretching between us, connecting us through space. He returned with a wet paper towel and he wiped me clean, softly, between my legs. I watched him, the cool wet towel soothing my enflamed flesh. I resisted the urge to shiver and sigh at his soft touch. I wasn't fooled by him, but it did feel good to be taken care of.
He wrapped his hand around the leash, beckoning me to him gently this time. I sat up and slid my throbbing bottom across the cool wood and off the table. He stepped close, pressing his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes. I'm not going to lie - the intensity that burned in his gaze scared me. Long gone was the flat, unaffected expression he'd had the first time he'd pressed his body to mine at The Blue Mermaid. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it had only been days. Back then, I was merely a means to an end, a way to scratch an annoying itch. Now his eyes held a slightly manic light, and I could practically hear the thoughts whirling around in his crazy brain.
He wanted to keep me forever.
He thought I was his .
I, however, had no intentions of being his special pet. He could pat me on the head a million times, but he only had to snap one time and I'd be dead. It would only be a matter of time before he killed me. I already knew how it would probably happen, too – he'd fly into a rage over some little thing, or the urge would simply come over him, and he would strangle the life right out of me. He was the type who could kill with his bare hands and not think twice about it. Maybe he'd shed a tear or two over me, but I doubted it. Then I would be buried in the back yard, next to Fluffy.
No fucking way was I going to let that happen.
I had to take my chance.
I took his hand in mine, sliding my fingers between his. He hissed in a sharp breath, as if surprised that I was touching him of my own volition.
“ Can we watch TV?” I asked softly, as if I was scared to speak. Immediately, he was suspicious.
“ Why?”
I shrugged, innocently. He worked his jaw, as if he was trying to figure out what I was up to.
“Kiss me,” he demanded. I took a shaky breath, and slid my arms over his neck, like I knew he liked. I let them sag a little until he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “Tighter,” he whispered. I obliged
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