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Authors: Linnea May, Stella Noir
Tags: Psychological, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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him leave me with unsatisfying answers.
I might have more luck if I settle for smaller steps.
"Let me rephrase that," I add. "What's the plan for today?"
"I have some work to do, so you will be on your own for a while until I bring you dinner. Then, another training session and off to bed."
"That is all I will be doing while I'm here?" I ask. "Eating, sleeping and training?"
He looks at me with a naughty smile on his face. A swarm off butterflies travels through my insides.
He looks so handsome, yet I know that what he is doing to me is so fucking wrong. I wish I could be furious at him as I should be, but it's so damn hard with the way he looks at me and the way he treats me. It's hard to deny that I enjoy our training sessions just as much as he does.
"Yes," he says. "That is all I want you to do worry about for now. Eating, sleeping and pleasure."
"Pleasure?" I ask. "Is that what my training ought to be? Pleasure?"
He nods. "Is it not?"
I blush. It would be ridiculous to deny, because he has seen me. He saw me trembling, wet and flushed, exploding in release.
He pets me on the head like one would pet a little kid.
I still don't understand why he sees the need to lock me in and take care of me as if I was a helpless baby animal, but I know that he won't explain it to me with that many details, no matter how often I would ask. He would just get annoyed and leave the room if I poked at that matter again.
"What is it you miss the most?" he asks out of the blue.
I look up at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You look unhappy to be here," he says. "Which I understand. But I know you weren't happy at your family's home either. So I wonder what it is you miss."
"My freedom," I say. "I miss being able to go wherever I want, whenever I want."
He nods. "Okay. What else?"
I hesitate, surprised to see how hard it is for me to answer that question. What would I be doing now, if I were not locked up in here? I would probably be by myself because my family would be out on different errands that I am not involved in. My father usually spends his weekends at the club with his friends when he's not working, and my mother would be out and about with my sister and her fiancé.
I would be home, by myself, either traveling to the same dark places that Leonard has brought me to or...
"My violin," I whisper. "I miss my violin."
"You play the violin," he states. It's not a question, and he doesn't seem to be surprised at all.
"Yes. Just for fun. I'm not very good."
"It is a beautiful instrument," he whispers. "Suits you."
I smile. "It has been my best companion for years."
I might have imagined it, but there seems to be a hint of sadness traveling across his face while he looks at me.
He lowers his eyes and begins stroking my thigh. I have been naked around him so much that I don't even realize it unless he has his eyes on me like he does now. He follows the trace of his fingertip on my pale skin, traveling up to my hipbone. I shiver when he caresses the sensitive skin in that area.
He looks at me, observing my reactions as his finger moves further toward my mound.
"Open your legs for me," he whispers, and I do it without hesitation.
He sighs with approval. "Good girl."
The touch of his finger sends delicate stings through my center. He leaves out the area between my legs, and instead, teases the inside of my upper thighs, traveling from one side to the other without touching my soft lips.
"Look at me," he commands.
My eyes have been following his hand. I draw them away and look up at him. His gaze is dark and intense — hungry for me. Unlike me, he didn't find his release earlier.
The way he looks at me, his dark eyes piercing through me like dark daggers, makes me feel a lot more vulnerable than being naked in front of him. There is no use in trying to hide anything from him. He sees right through me.
But I don't plan on leaving all the authority to him again.
"Why did you not fuck me earlier?" I ask,
I might have more luck if I settle for smaller steps.
"Let me rephrase that," I add. "What's the plan for today?"
"I have some work to do, so you will be on your own for a while until I bring you dinner. Then, another training session and off to bed."
"That is all I will be doing while I'm here?" I ask. "Eating, sleeping and training?"
He looks at me with a naughty smile on his face. A swarm off butterflies travels through my insides.
He looks so handsome, yet I know that what he is doing to me is so fucking wrong. I wish I could be furious at him as I should be, but it's so damn hard with the way he looks at me and the way he treats me. It's hard to deny that I enjoy our training sessions just as much as he does.
"Yes," he says. "That is all I want you to do worry about for now. Eating, sleeping and pleasure."
"Pleasure?" I ask. "Is that what my training ought to be? Pleasure?"
He nods. "Is it not?"
I blush. It would be ridiculous to deny, because he has seen me. He saw me trembling, wet and flushed, exploding in release.
He pets me on the head like one would pet a little kid.
I still don't understand why he sees the need to lock me in and take care of me as if I was a helpless baby animal, but I know that he won't explain it to me with that many details, no matter how often I would ask. He would just get annoyed and leave the room if I poked at that matter again.
"What is it you miss the most?" he asks out of the blue.
I look up at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You look unhappy to be here," he says. "Which I understand. But I know you weren't happy at your family's home either. So I wonder what it is you miss."
"My freedom," I say. "I miss being able to go wherever I want, whenever I want."
He nods. "Okay. What else?"
I hesitate, surprised to see how hard it is for me to answer that question. What would I be doing now, if I were not locked up in here? I would probably be by myself because my family would be out on different errands that I am not involved in. My father usually spends his weekends at the club with his friends when he's not working, and my mother would be out and about with my sister and her fiancé.
I would be home, by myself, either traveling to the same dark places that Leonard has brought me to or...
"My violin," I whisper. "I miss my violin."
"You play the violin," he states. It's not a question, and he doesn't seem to be surprised at all.
"Yes. Just for fun. I'm not very good."
"It is a beautiful instrument," he whispers. "Suits you."
I smile. "It has been my best companion for years."
I might have imagined it, but there seems to be a hint of sadness traveling across his face while he looks at me.
He lowers his eyes and begins stroking my thigh. I have been naked around him so much that I don't even realize it unless he has his eyes on me like he does now. He follows the trace of his fingertip on my pale skin, traveling up to my hipbone. I shiver when he caresses the sensitive skin in that area.
He looks at me, observing my reactions as his finger moves further toward my mound.
"Open your legs for me," he whispers, and I do it without hesitation.
He sighs with approval. "Good girl."
The touch of his finger sends delicate stings through my center. He leaves out the area between my legs, and instead, teases the inside of my upper thighs, traveling from one side to the other without touching my soft lips.
"Look at me," he commands.
My eyes have been following his hand. I draw them away and look up at him. His gaze is dark and intense — hungry for me. Unlike me, he didn't find his release earlier.
The way he looks at me, his dark eyes piercing through me like dark daggers, makes me feel a lot more vulnerable than being naked in front of him. There is no use in trying to hide anything from him. He sees right through me.
But I don't plan on leaving all the authority to him again.
"Why did you not fuck me earlier?" I ask,
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