I asked for access to the Wi-Fi but was told I shouldn’t need it. ‘Money isn’t an issue, use all the data you’d like’ is some sort of arrogance I’d never expect from Dad. He’s not usually overly frugal, but they’ve never had any qualms about me using Wi-Fi before.
Not that there are any cameras I’ve been able to find for Royal to stalk me on.
I do miss the way it felt to be watched — once I knew it was him. Howlovedit made me feel. My body aches remembering the way he used that word for the first time. How he touched me like I was precious.
Leticia:
Good night. I am sure it’ll be a test of my patience.
Did you see the hideous ones that Mom said are her favorites?
I sendthe messages and wait for him to see them. But counting the hours back to Chicago time... It’s well after midnight, so he should be sleeping.
But when I get out of the shower and check my phone, my messages have changed again.
Leticia:
Good night. I’m sure it’ll be a test of my patience.
Royal:
Send me pictures of your favorites.
Where dothe messages keep going?
A knock sounds on my bedroom door. “Leticia?”
It’s Steffano’s voice.
I pull the bathrobe tight around me. “I’m getting dressed. I’ll be right out.”
“Don’t be so shy, princess. Open the door.” Steffano’s words are sweet, but it’s undoubtedly an order.
I take my hair out of the towel hat before going to open the door.
“There’s my beautiful wife.” Steffano smiles his greasy smile and steps forward, pushing me backward into the room. He closes the door behind him.
My suspicion grows to an all-new height, and I draw shallow breaths.
“I’m going to be late.” I manage to keep my voice steady.
“They’ll wait.” Steffano steps toward me and brushes wet hair from my face. “I just wanted a look at you before you go.”
Inspecting the goods.I grit my teeth but don’t move.
“Come now, don’t be shy.” Steffano tugs at the robe. “I know your father promises you’re a virgin, but you don’t have to be afraid of me.” He cups his crotch with his other hand. “Or this.”
I swallow hard. Breathing isn’t easy. Steffano tugs at the collar of the robe, and I hold it tight against my body.
“Don’t be that way, princess. I told you we could play this two ways.” Steffano warns me, his voice dropping low.
Conceding, I let him drag the robe aside, but I refuse to look at him. I don’t want to watch him treat me like a piece of meat.
He hums in approval as he reveals the naked skin of my collarbone. It turns into a disgusting groan as he slowly pulls the robe back, exposing my breast and then lower. “Make sure to find a dress that shows off your figure. I love my wife shaped like a woman.”
I’m not sure if that’s a compliment, but I nod, barely breathing.
Steffano takes a hand and caresses along my abdomen, fingers dipping low as if to slide between my legs.
