She might as well have slapped my face with her indifference.
The lust inside me turns sharper, darker.I won’t stand for this kind of behavior, and she knows it.The urge to punish her is strong, nearly irresistible, and it’s only the knowledge that she’s already hurt that prevents me from tying her up and giving in to my sadistic inclinations.
Still, I’m not going to let her get away with this.Not tonight, not ever.
Throwing off my blanket, I sit up and command sharply, “Come here.”
She doesn’t move for a moment, but then her eyes lift to my face.There’s no fear in her gaze, no emotion of any kind, in fact.Her huge dark eyes are lifeless, like those of a beautiful doll.
The heaviness in my chest region grows.“Come here,” I repeat, the harshness of my tone masking the intensifying turmoil within me.“Now.”
She obeys, her conditioning finally kicking in.Pushing away her blanket, she comes to me on all fours, crawling across the bed with her back arched and her ass slightly raised.It’s exactly the way I like her to move in the bedroom, and my breathing quickens, my cock swelling to an almost painful thickness.I’ve trained her well; even distressed, my pet knows how to please me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, reaching for her as soon as she’s within my grasp.Sliding my left hand into her hair, I wrap my right arm around her waist and pull her into my lap, gathering her against me.Then I slant my mouth across hers, kissing her with a hunger that seems to emanate from the very core of my being.
She tastes like minty toothpaste and herself, her lips soft and receptive as I plunder the silky depths of her mouth.As the kiss goes on, her eyes close, and her hands come up to rest tentatively at my sides.I can feel her nipples pebbling against my chest, and the realization that she’s responding the same as always sends a wave of relief through me, alleviating much of my uncharacteristic unease.
Whatever strange mood she’s in, she’s still mine in all the ways that matter.
Still kissing her, I lean forward until we’re both lying flat on the bed, with me covering her.I’m careful to handle her gently, so I don’t put any pressure on the Band-Aid-covered areas.The monster inside me may crave her pain and tears, but that desire pales in comparison to my overwhelming need to comfort her, to take away that lifeless look in her eyes.
Reining in my own lust, I set about caring for her the only way I know how.I kiss her all over, tasting her soft, warm skin as I make my way from the delicate curve of her ear down to her little toes.I massage her hands, arms, feet, legs, and back, enjoying her quiet moans of pleasure as I rub out all stiffness in her muscles.Then I bring her to orgasm with my mouth and my fingers, delaying my own release until my balls almost turn blue.
When I finally enter her body, it’s like coming home.Her hot, slick sheath welcomes me, squeezes me so tightly that I nearly explode on the spot.As I begin to move inside her, her arms close around my back, embracing me, holding me close—and then we detonate together at the end, our bodies straining together in violent, mind-shattering bliss.
17
Nora
I wakeup later than usual, my head and mouth feeling like they’ve been stuffed with cotton.For a moment, I struggle to remember what happened—did I somehow have too much to drink?—but then memories of last night seep into my mind, twisting my stomach into knots and flooding me with confused despair.
Julian made love to me last night.He made love to me after violating me—after drugging me and forcing the trackers on me against my will—and I let him.No, I didn’t just let him; I reveled in his touch, allowing the blazing heat of his caresses to burn away the frozen hurt inside me, to make me forget, if only for a moment, about the ragged wound he inflicted on my heart.
I don’t know why this, out of all the horrible things Julian has done, affects me so strongly.In the grand scheme of things, putting the trackers under my skin—allegedly to keep me safe—is nothing compared to kidnapping me, beating up Jake, or blackmailing me into marriage.These trackers are not even necessarily forever.Theoretically, if I ever make it off the estate, I can go to a doctor and have the implants removed, so I may not even be stuck with them for the rest of my life.My fear yesterday definitely had an irrational component to it; I was reacting on instinct and not thinking things through.
Nonetheless, it felt like a part of me died last evening—like the prick of that syringe killed something inside me.Maybe it’s because I had begun to feel that Julian and I were growing closer, that we were becoming more like a regular couple.Or maybe because my Stockholm Syndrome—or whatever psychological issue I have—made me imagine rainbows and unicorns where there were none.Whatever the reason, Julian’s actions felt like the most agonizing betrayal.When I regained consciousness last night, I felt so devastated that I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
But Julian didn’t let me.He made love to me.He made love to me when I thought he would whip me—when I expected him to punish me for not being his compliant little pet.He gave me tenderness when I expected cruelty; instead of taking me apart, he made me feel whole again, even if it was only for a few hours.
And now… now I miss him.Without him by my side, the coldness within me is beginning to creep back, the pain slowly returning to choke me from the inside.The fact that Julian did this to me against my objections—that he did this even though Ibegged him not to—is almost more than I can handle.It tells me that he doesn’t love me—that he may never love me.
It tells me that the man I’m married to may never be anything more than my captor.
At breakfast Julianis not there, a fact that contributes to my growing depression.I’ve gotten so used to having most of my meals with him that his absence feels like a rejection—though how I can still crave his company after everything is beyond my comprehension.
“Señor Esguerra grabbed a quick snack earlier,” Ana explains, serving me eggs mixed with refried beans and avocado.“He received some news that he had to deal with right away, so he’s not able to join you this morning.He apologized for that and told me that you can come to the office whenever you’re ready.”Her voice is unusually warm and kind, and there is sympathy on her face as she looks at me.I don’t know if she knows all the details about what happened last night, but I have a feeling she overheard the gist of it.
Embarrassed, I lower my gaze to my plate.“Okay, thank you, Ana,” I murmur, staring at the food.It looks as delicious as usual, but I have no appetite this morning.I know I’m not sick, but I feel that way, with my stomach churning and my chest aching.The fresh implants in my thigh, hip, and upper arm throb with a nagging pain.All I want to do is crawl under the covers and sleep the day away, but unfortunately, that’s not an option.I have a paper to do for my English Literature class, and I’m two lectures behind for my Calculus class.I did cancel my morning walk with Rosa, though; I have no desire to see my friend while I’m feeling this way.
“Would you like some hot chocolate or anything?Maybe coffee or tea?”Ana asks, still hovering by the table.Normally, when Julian and I are eating together, she makes herself scarce, but for some reason, she seems reluctant to leave me alone this morning.
I look up from my plate and force myself to give her a smile.“No, I’m okay, Ana, thanks.”Picking up my fork, I spear some eggs and bring them to my mouth, determined to eat something to alleviate the concern I see on the housekeeper’s softly rounded face.
As I chew, I see Ana hesitating for a moment, as though she wants to say something else, but then she disappears into the kitchen, leaving me to my breakfast.For the next few minutes, I make a serious attempt to eat, but everything tastes like sand and I finally give up.
Getting up, I head to the porch, wanting to feel the sun on my skin.The coldness inside me seems to be spreading with each moment, my depression deepening as the morning wears on.
Stepping out the front door, I walk over to the edge of the porch and lean on the railing, breathing in the hot, humid air.As I gaze out onto the wide green lawn and the guards in the distance, I feel my vision blurring, hot tears welling up and beginning to slide down my cheeks.
