“Go away,” I say petulantly, squeezing the pillow tighter.
“Feeling a little used and abused this morning?”
“Yes!” I yell distraught. I’m not doing a very good job at reining my emotions in. So much for not feeling anything.
“I heard you tried to make a great escape.”
“Triedbeing the operative word,” I talk into the pillow.
“Didn’t go so well, did it?” he mocks.
“Ask my ass, it’ll tell you. I hate him.”
“Rough night,” he muses. I groan in response. I want to punch him in his patronizing mouth.
Jett pulls on my shoulder, rolling me over onto my back. I wince as my tender behind makes contact with the mattress. “It wasn’t all bad, was it?” His aqua eyes are wide and sparkling.
I look at him like he’s a loon. “He spanked me, hit me with a newspaper, and made me crawl around on all fours. Then he handcuffed me ...” I stop right there.
“Handcuffed you and did what?” Jett probes salaciously.
I stay silent with tears welling in my eyes.
“Made you feel good?” he questions. “Made you come?”
“Made.That is exactly the word,” I growl.
“And feeling good is a problem because?”
“It’s not the fact he made me feel good. It’s the fact he treats me less than human. That he forced me!”
“Maybe he’s trying to liberate you.”
“Maybe that’s utter and total horse shit!”
“We can argue the maybes all day. Bottom line, you came and you liked it.”
“It’s empty,” I dispute furiously.
“Sex slave,” Jett reiterates. “Power, ownership, pleasure.”
I nearly burst into tears.
“Keep your eye on the prize sweetheart. Please him, and he’ll please you. It doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that.”
“It goes against everything I know.”
“Then maybe you need to learn a few new things.” Jett shrugs.
“And I should let Kayne teach me?” I sneer.
“You said it, I didn’t.”
I curl my lip at him.
“Come on. Get up. A shower will make you feel better. Then I’m going to pretty you up.” He hits my leg good-naturedly.
“Pretty me up?”
