“Seems I was really, really tired again last night.”
“Uh-huh, maybe you are coming down with something.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
He’s watching my every move, and I’m cautious about keeping my face neutral. “I probably should do a food shop soon. I will add something a little stronger to the list.”
He nods, and I turn to walk away.
I scurry into the bedroom, grab some clothes, and head back downstairs. I drop down in front of the TV, pick up the paper, and try to calm my racing heart, and I can’t help but think how exciting it is that he might have caught me or that he might suspect. Would he have pinned me down and fucked me in punishment? God, I hope so.
I would love to be punished like the naughty girl I know I can be, and I want to be his naughty girl so bad.
Jacob
Chapter XLII
I feel fuzzy, weird, and almost floaty. I step into the bathroom and remove my clothes. My balls ache, and when I look down, I have dried cum all over me. I scrub my hand down my face. I don’t feel right. Something’s off. I don’t remember anything about last night other than falling asleep after dinner and some very vivid sex dreams, so I suppose that would explain the cum, but my head feels fuzzy, and I wasn’t chained this morning. It’s all weird. I need to keep my eyes on her. She’s up to something. She seemed too nice this morning, like over-the-top nice. And it confused the fuck out of me.
I scrub myself clean, and I see her standing in the bedroom, staring at me. I don’t shy away now. I stare straight at her. Her tongue licks at her bottom lip as I step out of the shower.
“I got you some clean clothes.”
“Hm, you did, did you.”
She nods and grips her towel.
“Seems I was really, really, tired again last night.”
“Uh-huh, maybe you are coming down with something.” She smiles. She’s doing a lot of that smiling this morning. Something feels off about it.
“Yeah, maybe.”
I watch her every move, and she’s cautious to keep her face passive. “I probably should do a food shop soon, so I will add something a little stronger to the list.”
I nod, and she turns and walks away.
I lay back on the bed and let my eyes close. I drift in and out for what feels like a few hours before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
“You feeling any better?”
“No, I just feel out of it.”
“Let me grab you some food, that might make you feel better.”
She pushes past me and starts going through the cupboards. There’s not much, but she brings out some cereal and some of that long-life milk stuff. I scrunch my face up but nod, and she grimaces. “I’ll do a shop tomorrow.”
“Can I come?”
“No! No, you should stay here, stay safe. If they find you, if they see you, they’ll kill you, and I can’t watch out for you and me. I need to be careful.”
“Will you at least leave me unchained while you’re gone so I can watch TV? Please?”
“Erm… I’ll think about it.”
“You’ve got to trust me sometime, and now’s a perfect time.”
She frowns and goes back to pouring the cereal. I’ll play nice all day. If I can convince her to trust me, I can make a break for it while she’s out, but I need to be off the lead.
