She's fragile, teetering on the edge of a breakdown; I can see it.
I meant it when I said I like having her around. I like having a pretty little thing like her in the house serving me, dependent on me. I like thinking about how she must feel, forced to seek comfort and safety from me after everything I've done to her; it makes my dick rock hard. I wonder if she felt like her body betrayed her when I made her scream my name when she came because I'd like that, too.
I'll ask her when I fuck her raw.
That's what I would have been doing this entire time if I were Elias—from the moment she walked through my front door. But he didn't, so I get to do it now.
Saige is my new favorite toy. I can't let him take her away—not when I'm having so much fun with the broken pieces.
I also don't want to threaten her right now, but…desperate times.
"Remember what I said last night, Saige…" I say. "About you, your mom. You can't go to the police, and you can't go home."
"Dax…"
"Dax isn't the hero in your story, Saige," Elias mocks. "You don't get a hero. You just get us."
"Fuck!" She gives up, throwing her half-packed suitcase against the wall. "Well…that's just fucking great."
She grabs her backpack and storms out of the room. Elias shrugs, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Don't worry. She'll be back. You made your point."
I know he's right, but still, I follow her out the front door.
I'm not her hero—not even close. That doesn't mean I don't want her to think I am, that I don't want her willingly falling to her knees at my feet.
"Hey," I say, stopping her on the front porch steps. "Where are you going? You don't have class until noon."
Saige frowns.
"Yes, we know your schedule. Don't act surprised."
"Youjust threatened to kill me—again!"
"I don't want to hurt you," I tell her. "I'd much rather make you feel good." I hook a finger through her belt loop and pull her into me. "Like I did last night. How many times do you think I could make you come before class?"
She shakes her head. "I'm not fucking you. I'm not going back in there."
"Well, where are you going to go, huh? You can't go back to your room; you don't have class right now, so where are you going?"
She shrugs. "I don't really care."
"You can't be alone right now. It's not safe."
"Again, I don't really care."
That gives me an idea. "Hold on; stay right here."
I run inside and grab my wallet before heading back outside.
"Here. Take this." I hold out a credit card, and she just stares at it for a minute before looking up at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Why don't you go shopping? You can get whatever you want. That'll make you feel better, right?"
She narrows her eyes. "What's the catch?"
"There's no catch. I mean, you have to come back to the house after class, but you were going to do that anyway, right? This is just a gift for my new friend, whom I may have threatened one too many times while she was already having a bad day."
