way. A small, scared animal that needs to be broken.”
“Or you could just let me go,” I replied desperately. “Jaxton, I swear that I will never tell anyone about what’s happened here if you’ll just let me go!”
“And where would you go exactly, Riley?” he asked, moving me over on the bed. He sat next to me and stretched his legs out, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Back to Cheyenne,” I whispered.
“And how will you get there? You yourself said that you don’t have a passport,” he replied.
“I don’t need a passport to travel around the US,” I replied through grit teeth.
“You never were very good with geography were you? When I told you that Bondi Beach was one hundred miles south, you said that you’ve never heard of anything with that name near Wyoming. I told you that you weren’t in Wyoming,” he said patiently.
“Then where the fuck am I?” I exploded angrily.
“What have I told you about screaming in my home?” he asked sharply. I rolled my eyes and he cleared his throat. “Bondi Beach, it’s quite beautiful really and as I’ve said I had fond memories as a child there. I can give you a hint as to where you are, Riley. Do you know where the Tasman Sea is?”
“Near Tasmania, I would imagine,” I replied rolling my eyes again.
“Don’t do that,” he replied sharply, holding up a warning finger. “Don’t brush off what I’m saying with sarcasm. It will only serve to make me angry. I’ll ask you again; do you know where the Tasman Sea is?”
I blew out my breath impatiently. Why was I being asked a question, instead of being given an answer?
“I’m thinking. And while I’m thinking, can I at least have a shirt?” I asked glancing at him.
“No. You lost your privilege of clothes when you tried to escape. You can earn them back later,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“You know Jax, all of these privileges and rules you have and want me to learn are only going to make me hate you in the long run. I will end up despising you when this is over and never think of you again,” I said.
“I understand,” he replied quietly. I watched him as he pulled his shirt off over his head and help me pull it onto myself.
I’m starting to wonder if this is really as bad as it seems. Besides the whole being trapped here thing. Okay Riley. Think. The Tasman Sea. Um ...
“I was right with Tasmania; being the general location I mean, right?” I asked glancing at him as I settled back against the pillow. He nodded. “Okay so I know that Tasmanians get mistaken for Au –” I turned to look at him, my heart racing inside of my chest. “Australia?” I whispered.
“Correct! I knew you were smart,” he said with a grin.
He’s lying. He’s fucking lying! He has to be! How the hell would he get me here without anyone noticing the unconscious girl he would’ve been carrying?!
“Private jet,” he replied with a wink. “See, Riley, I’m not just some loony as you’ve probably been imagining. I’m quite meticulous and when I see something that I want, I will find a way to get it. And you, my precious Riley, I’ve wanted for a long time.”
He got to his feet and stretched. I watched the muscles in his back ripple again and wondered how it was possible to be so attracted to someone who was keeping me a prisoner, a sexual prisoner , in their home?
“So, unless you plan on swimming back home, which I would never allow of course, then you should probably resign yourself to the fact that for the time being Newcastle is your home,” he said heading toward the door.
“Until when Jaxton?” I asked, fearing the answer.
“Until you’re my equal, I’m satisfied, or one of us is dead,” he replied with a shrug. “I do hate to leave you in this room though Riley. I’ve been thinking about it and I know that you were only going with your instinct because we’re behind on our lessons. I would like to remove you from this room, but there’s something I would like
“Or you could just let me go,” I replied desperately. “Jaxton, I swear that I will never tell anyone about what’s happened here if you’ll just let me go!”
“And where would you go exactly, Riley?” he asked, moving me over on the bed. He sat next to me and stretched his legs out, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Back to Cheyenne,” I whispered.
“And how will you get there? You yourself said that you don’t have a passport,” he replied.
“I don’t need a passport to travel around the US,” I replied through grit teeth.
“You never were very good with geography were you? When I told you that Bondi Beach was one hundred miles south, you said that you’ve never heard of anything with that name near Wyoming. I told you that you weren’t in Wyoming,” he said patiently.
“Then where the fuck am I?” I exploded angrily.
“What have I told you about screaming in my home?” he asked sharply. I rolled my eyes and he cleared his throat. “Bondi Beach, it’s quite beautiful really and as I’ve said I had fond memories as a child there. I can give you a hint as to where you are, Riley. Do you know where the Tasman Sea is?”
“Near Tasmania, I would imagine,” I replied rolling my eyes again.
“Don’t do that,” he replied sharply, holding up a warning finger. “Don’t brush off what I’m saying with sarcasm. It will only serve to make me angry. I’ll ask you again; do you know where the Tasman Sea is?”
I blew out my breath impatiently. Why was I being asked a question, instead of being given an answer?
“I’m thinking. And while I’m thinking, can I at least have a shirt?” I asked glancing at him.
“No. You lost your privilege of clothes when you tried to escape. You can earn them back later,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“You know Jax, all of these privileges and rules you have and want me to learn are only going to make me hate you in the long run. I will end up despising you when this is over and never think of you again,” I said.
“I understand,” he replied quietly. I watched him as he pulled his shirt off over his head and help me pull it onto myself.
I’m starting to wonder if this is really as bad as it seems. Besides the whole being trapped here thing. Okay Riley. Think. The Tasman Sea. Um ...
“I was right with Tasmania; being the general location I mean, right?” I asked glancing at him as I settled back against the pillow. He nodded. “Okay so I know that Tasmanians get mistaken for Au –” I turned to look at him, my heart racing inside of my chest. “Australia?” I whispered.
“Correct! I knew you were smart,” he said with a grin.
He’s lying. He’s fucking lying! He has to be! How the hell would he get me here without anyone noticing the unconscious girl he would’ve been carrying?!
“Private jet,” he replied with a wink. “See, Riley, I’m not just some loony as you’ve probably been imagining. I’m quite meticulous and when I see something that I want, I will find a way to get it. And you, my precious Riley, I’ve wanted for a long time.”
He got to his feet and stretched. I watched the muscles in his back ripple again and wondered how it was possible to be so attracted to someone who was keeping me a prisoner, a sexual prisoner , in their home?
“So, unless you plan on swimming back home, which I would never allow of course, then you should probably resign yourself to the fact that for the time being Newcastle is your home,” he said heading toward the door.
“Until when Jaxton?” I asked, fearing the answer.
“Until you’re my equal, I’m satisfied, or one of us is dead,” he replied with a shrug. “I do hate to leave you in this room though Riley. I’ve been thinking about it and I know that you were only going with your instinct because we’re behind on our lessons. I would like to remove you from this room, but there’s something I would like
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