What the fucccck is going on??
I bit the inside of my cheek. A nervous habit picked up in childhood.
"Ummm, big, brawny, muscular and scary."
His eyes bore into mine as I uncomfortably answered him. He smirked as he reached out to take a loose strand between his fingers and twirled it. For some reason, he enjoyed playing with my hair.
“Awe, you find me scary?”
Was this guy totally out of his mind?
I looked at him incredulously. I didn’t want to anger him, so I chose my words carefully. “Yes…I don’t know you or what you’re capable of. You’ve already subjected me to unspeakable pain and humiliation. I am afraid of you because you are twice my size, and you could kill me with your bare hands at any time. So yes, you terrify me.”
He looked indifferent. He didn’t care that I found him scary or why. This was just another part of his sick game. I know the man is a heartless, cold-blooded killer, but was he capable of showing even a little compassion?
“Well, pet, at least you were honest. See how a little discipline has changed you for the better? As I told you, I will not kill you…ever. I had a couple of dogs growing up. I took care of them and will also take care of you. I am always good to my pets.”
Great! I'm nothing but a Chihuahua.
How lovely!
"All you need is an attitude adjustment. You're feisty, which is fine, but I expect obedience without the sass. You need to be humbled. Your ego is big, and well, so is mine. One of us needs to be knocked down a peg or two, which isn't an option for me. Now, I will change your bandages, and you can throw one of my shirts on. No panties. Remember what I told you yesterday? If you were good today, you got to cover up, but no panties."
How very kind of him to allow me clothes. What a guy!
“I am a man of my word. Trust me, I could look at your nude body all day long. I find it very pleasant. Now, let’s get those bandages changed and throw a shirt on you.”
He put both hands around my middle and lifted me over his shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes over to the corner of the bedroom. He sat me on the chair and tended to my feet, cleaning and wrapping them like he gave a shit.
The air was still on, and my nipples were hard from the chill in the room. He reached out, brushing his hand gently across both of my breasts.
He gently tweaked one nipple between his finger and thumb, bringing a slight squeal from me.
His mouth curved up as he licked his lips. “Ah, pet, I need to leave here shortly. As much as I would love to suck those little pebbles between my teeth, I have no time.”
I shuddered, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before he fucked me. I felt he would inflict many unpleasant things on me, and I was afraid because I'd done nothing kinky in my twenty-three years.
Most of the time, I usually kept the lights off during sex, but with this guy, there was no way he wasgoing to allow me any dignity. He walked to the closet and grabbed one of his oversized button-down shirts.
He came to kneel before me as he put the garment on my freezing body, buttoning it up to my neck. The thing was huge on my smaller frame. The sleeves hung about three inches over my hands. He laughed when he finished.
Oh Kitten, Look how big my shirt is on you?”
He stood me up, being careful when he put me on the floor, not wanting to ruin his handiwork on my feet. The fucking shirt was about two inches away from my damn ankles. I felt like I was draped in a tent. He couldn’t contain his laughter. I, for one, didn’t think it was funny, but he obviously did.
“I am sorry, pet. This will have to do until I bring you some clothes this morning. I am going back to your place to grab some of your things. You can’t sit around here in my huge shirts for the next few months.”
My head snapped up when he said he was returning to my home. “You are going to my house this morning?
Chapter 11
Atlas
My pet looked so funny in my shirt. As much as I tried to hold my laughter in, I just couldn’t. She looked like a beautiful little ragamuffin. I needed to get out of here before it was too late to get to her place and grab her fucking cat and some of her belongings.
It would have been easier to shop forallnew clothes, but she needs to be around some of her own things. I called my brother Joey, and told him to meet me here. I haven’t told him about my new toy yet.
I will introduce him to her; he will be her sitter while I run errands. Even though my place was like Fort Knox, there was no way I would leave her alone every day.
