His hand traced up my spine until he squeezed the top of my shoulder. I shuttered at his words yet felt so good in his arms.
I won’t thank you for killing my ex-boyfriend. No one deserves to die.I tried to convince myself.
Beyond my thoughts, my tears stopped, my body relaxed, and my heart felt calm. We sat in silence and held each other without any more words being spoken. Oddly this moment was what I needed besides the current circumstances of me receiving it.
NIPPLE ANTINOMY
I’m gettingready to take a so-called tour with Grand…I kept thinking of all the possibilities of him taking me around and showing me the entire place that I was being held captive in.Be mindful, look for possible easy exits to get free!I told myself as my fingers trembled against the marble white and grey countertop.
I stepped away from the counter and eyed myself. I only had a comb, leave-in conditioner, and a couple of black rubber bands that I hated putting in my hair. I compromised since it was all I had and combed my hair up into a high sloppy bun at the crown of my head. I wished like hell I had edge control to slick down my edges.
Before I went into the bathroom, Grand handed me black leggings that were soft enough to feel like a second skin. A long-sleeve, black, crop top shirt sat above my waist hiding my belly button. I learned my lesson about not putting on lotion the first time I was allowed to shower. Today, I lathered my body with cherry scented lotion that was provided in the bathroom.
When I opened the door to the bathroom, Grand was leaning against the wall looking like he had all the time in the world for me. His eyes scanned me once, slowly, and deliberately. It wasn’t a look that said he was checking me out either. I noticed he had his hands placed behind his back; a piece of metal chain laid on the floor behind his feet.
“Turn.” He said it coldly.
I didn’t move; I just stared at him with my once arched brows raised in high suspicion.
“Why?” I asked.
He pushed off the wall, and the air between us got heavy again. Metal chains dragged behind him as he stepped into my personal space.
“I’m not asking, Mira.” His raspy voice deepened.
I sighed and turned around, slowly. The cold bite of metal hit my stomach before I could fully process what was happening. A thick metal chain circled my midsection snugly. The links clinked behind me as he adjusted it, he pulled it tight before I heard the click of a lock enforcing it in place. I glanced down at it once he readjusted the lock to sit in front of my stomach. The lock wasn’t ordinary; it was engraved with a small intricate chess queen.
I spun to face him pissed that he really called himself putting a chain across my waist.
“What the hell is this?” I asked even though I knew exactly what the hell it was.
Grand’s gaze didn’t waver, a crooked smile graced his handsome face, he leaned down and picked up the end of the chain that remained on the floor with one single cuff link, I gasped as I watched him put the single metal cuff around his wrist.
“Insurance, I don’t like chasing what’s mine.” He shrugged his shoulders
“I’m not yours, Grand.” I spat his name out like it had poison attached to it.
“But you are, little owl. You’re all mine, until you realize that fact, I’ll never let you go.” He chuckled manically.
So, if I act like I actually like him, let him claim me…he’ll let me go? Yeah, something is mentally off with this man…I looked up at Grand, the look on his face said he read my thoughts. A smug look covered his face as he offered no other words.
I wanted to scream at him then try my hardest to claw at the heavy chain that weighed my waist down. The stone expression on his face warned me that none of my attempts would end well.
He stepped back with a look of satisfaction.
“You don’t want to be close to me?” He pestered.
“Why would I want to be?” I rolled my eyes.
“Your nipples…” He slowly flicked his tongue back and forth across his bottom lip. His eyes zeroed in on my titties…
I could have sworn a low groan left his lips but maybe I was tripping and just hearing things.
“I notice that your nipples are always hard, poking through any material you have on. Do you like them sucked roughly?” he asked with an intense look in his eyes.
My mouth fell open. I felt my nipples stiffen against the lace bra underneath my shirt. Heat swarmed throughout me and stopped between my legs.
My pussy pulsed.Now is not the fucking time!
