Drowning within your own doubt and emotions was something I was not prepared for, and I equipped myself to counteract it and hold onto the threads that would get me through this.
The sound of the door opening and banging shut, the lock, Duke’s voice, the smells in the room, my own stench, my constantly growling stomach, my lack of control over my thoughts, were all things that I dreaded all day long and made my stomach roll over and my throat fill with bile.
How much longer could this go on? He kept telling me he’d explain everything soon and that he hoped I understood why. Could I ever understand this, even if it was the Duke, I thought I knew who explained it to me?
Chapter Twenty-One
Duke
Her hips and ass swayed as she cleaned the hallway floor and staircase, making my dick twitch to life again. Visions of her kneeling in front of me with her mouth wrapped around me flashed through my mind making it harder and harder not to blur the lines between us.
A sense of calm and empowerment wafted off of her like she accomplished what she’d set out to do. She affected me. Made me want her. Lose myself.
It felt good to remember what it used to be like between us when we were in the bathroom together, but I’d lost my self-control by letting things go too far. She was my prisoner for a while, and there needed to be some boundaries. I must remember that until she knew everything and could make her own decisions.
I had to harden my heart against her before she wormed her way in and became a bigger problem.
The next time I let her out to clean up, I sat at the end of the bed and gave her some privacy. From that vantage point, I could see what was happening in the bathroom, but I couldn’t see directly into the shower, which seemed to be the root of the problem. It would be a risk that she might find something other than her body to use as a weapon against me, but I was willing to take my chances.
The water turned off, the shuffling around could be heard, and when I glanced up, she was stalking towards me naked. Frustration came over me. She was trying to seduce me, wear me down.
When she was close enough to grab, I pulled myself to my full height in front of her and reached for her wrist, which I twisted behind her back, tossing her onto, the bed facedown, her ass protruding into the air, calling for me as I held her down. She cried out, in pleasure or pain, I didn’t care as fury took over.
I yanked my pants down and slid my dick into her crack until the tip was resting on her clit. “Is this what you want?” I grunted into her ear, leaning over so she could feel my chest against her back and my breath on her neck.
I flicked my hips so I rubbed against her, making her respond in some way. Her breath came in sharp contrast to my own, and the lust I felt was powerful, but that time I was determined not to give in to it.
“Do it. Do it, Duke,” she yelled out. Tempting me. A pool of wetness surrounded my tip as I slid it a little into her. She wanted me too. I could feel it.
Gaining every ounce of self-control I had, I pushed her harder into the bed with one hand that still held her wrist and reached down to pull my pants up with the other. I popped out of her and covered myself as best I could. My need almost getting the best of me, I needed to put some distance between us before I gave into it.
When I let go of her, she didn’t move. She lay there as I adjusted myself and strode out of the room without another word. Locking the second-floor bedroom door, I went directly to my own to catch my breath and take care of my throbbing dick.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Natalie
He left me there. In that cozy, warm room. Maybe it wasn’t what I was looking for when I tried to take him again, but it was something. It was still a win. Wasting no time, I searched the room for anything I could use as a weapon to defend myself.
Nothing.
Other than the books and the soap from the bathroom, there was nothing that could be used. Even the drawers in the nightstand were locked, and I didn’t have the strength to work them out. Instead, I scanned the books on the shelves, picking a few that I could lose myself in, and cuddled up under the fluffy comforter to do exactly that. I fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time since the ordeal began.
The sunlight poking through the curtains woke me. I started trying to place my location, and the events of the night before came tumbling back into my mind.
The curtains tore apart easily as I ripped them open, letting the light and warmth surround me.
The jump to the ground looked to be over ten feet. I remembered a time when I was a kid that I fell from the top of the slide, my mother rushing me off to the emergency room. The doctor there explained that anything under ten feet was not considered trauma and anything over would require trauma care.
I could survive a jump under ten feet and maybe run to safety, but from that height, it looked almost impossible. Even if I survived, I probably would be too injured to run. Plus, as I took in the sights, I didn’t even know where to run too. It looked vacant and empty for a long way off with only trees and hills filling the landscape.
I hated the fact that my first thought had to be evaluating a way to escape. Damn Duke for putting me here!
The sunlight called to me, so I grabbed a book and began to read standing in front of the window not knowing when my next glimpse of sunlight would be and if that would be the last time, I’d get to witness the grass, the trees, the birds, and the flowers. It was the car that drove up the winding driveway that tore my attention from the book. I watched it take each curve and slowly come to a stop in the circle drive. A woman stepped out and made her way quickly to the front steps. She looked once over her shoulder, and I knew if I pounded on the window and called out, she’d see me, maybe question Duke as to why some woman was standing in the upstairs window, but the words didn’t come as my thoughts wandered to who she was. Was she what Duke needed to explain to me? Was she behind this plot to destroy me? Would she save me if I called out? Were they fucking? Was she his next victim? The questions swirled through my mind.
When the sun was sliding down the sky, leaving a trail of blues, purples, and pinks behind it, the woman and Duke came walking out of the house. I couldn’t stop from watching them. They seemed comfortable together, and as he opened the car door for her, a surge of jealousy raged through me. How dare he be messing around with another woman while he had me locked up here?
He even gave her a quick hug and then, when he turned to return to the house, his eyes scanned the side of the structure, landing on my shadow standing in the window staring down at him.
Our eyes connected. I should have been ashamed or looked away, but instead I kept my eyes burning into his with all the anger and hate I felt. He was the first to lose the connection and stormed into the house. I expected and readied myself for him to come for me, but when he didn’t, I curled up in the bed and dozed off.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Duke
“Get the fuck up!” I commanded at the sleeping figure. Startled, she sat straight up, and the comforter fell to her lap.
Fuck. She was naked. Her breast exposed, her nipples, hardening with the sudden rush of cool air, stood out, and my eyes fell to them. She knew it too, pushing her chest out to make them stand prouder.
“I told you to get the fuck up.” I bellowed at her, sick of this game we were playing. Panicked by the tone, she hopped from the bed. My gaze fell to her stomach, to her pussy, and then to her long, shapely legs. I couldn’t help but think that they looked toner than before and how they would feel wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her.