My throat felt like it was going to close up any minute as the panic mounted. I didn’t like being helpless. That gives the bastard more power over me, and of course, that's what he wants. I could see him sitting in the chair near the desk opposite from me.
He stretched his long legs out before him, folded his arms across his chest, and smiled at me. He watched me panicking withoutsaying a word. I tried moving my legs as well, but they were restrained, too.
The bastard had me spread eagle on the bed, totally helpless. What a fucking jerk. I remember him threatening to chain me if I didn’t behave and suck all my juices off his finger. I felt the blood rush to my face when I thought about how he had humiliated me.
I licked his finger clean to avoid being chained up, but here I am, restrained anyway. My mouth was dry, most likely an effect of the drug he gave me. I felt like I had a thick paste on my tongue.
When I finally got my bearings, I exploded, unable to withstand another minute of being treated like a fucking animal. I shot daggers at my kidnapper.
“What the hell! Why am I in chains? I thought if I obeyed you earlier, you wouldn’t confine me to the bed?”
With the slightest grin on his handsome face, he walked over and reached out to caress my cheek.
“Ah, my Kitten is finally awake. This has nothing to do with how well you sucked my finger. You are bound because you reopened your wounds from your earlier meltdown. That’s why I gave you the medicine and put you to sleep. Per the doctor's orders, you need to stay off your feet for a few days to allow them to heal. I will keep you cuffed to the bed until I’m finished speaking. It is time to learn what I expect from you, and then we can discuss what you found in the closet.”
He walked to the desk, sweeping his arm toward the food tray with a big smile on his face.
“I prepared lunch for the both of us. I am sure you are hungry and thirsty. We will eat while we chat,then you will bathe, and I will get you dressed in your own clothes for the day. The only reason I am not keeping you naked is because my brother may pop back in again."
Wow, what a true gentleman.
I perked up as soon as he mentioned my clothes. My eyes gazed at him, feeling hopeful.
I am worried about Tuna, my baby. That little fur bag is my life. I have no family to speak of. He is all I have besides my friend Becca.
“You really went to my house? How is my cat? What did you do with him? Is he okay?”
Chapter 15
Atlas
I rubbed my chin, contemplating whether to tell her Tuna was staying at my house or that he was already adopted. I shrugged. She deserved the truth. I will be honest with her.
“Yes, I went to your place. I took a handful of clothes for you to wear for the next few days. My brother will shop for you, so you will have plenty of outfits while we are here. When we get to St. Thomas, we can go shopping together. As far as your cat is concerned, he is fine. He is running around the house somewhere. I will wait until tomorrow to find him a new home.”
Her mood lifted, and she became excited at the mere mention of the animal.
“He is here? Oh, my God. Please, can I see him? You don’t understand; he is like my child. Please, can I keep him? What harm would he be? I will take care of his litter box. I can keep it right here in this room with me. My behavior will change, and I promiseto watch my smart mouth. My cat needs to be with me. I'd get on my knees and beg at your feet, but unfortunately, I'm chained up."
She started to cry.
"Please, please…let me keep him."
I studied her as she pleaded for her cat. She was just beautiful. I like it when she begs. If she were bargaining with me to keep him, I would make the most of it.
“So, you want to make a deal, pet? The cat for your submission to me? I can make that happen, but the question is, will you renege on the deal like you did when you ran last night?”
Her eyes brightened, and the tears ceased immediately.
“Honest to God. If you let me keep my cat, I will not fight bath time or hesitate to remove my clothes in your presence. I will be on my best behavior. I promise. If I am not, you can whip my ass if that pleases you!”
What other choice did I haveanyway?
Fighting him was pointless. At least I could keep my cat out of this sucky situation.
I looked at her, amused.
She will submit to keep her damn cat. I know she won't behave for too long, especially when I tell her about my plans for her to have her tubes tied in a couple of months.
