Chapter Three
He led me out the back door of his home.
“Look out there. What do you see?” he asked me.
“Freedom?”
“Exactly, and while you're here in my home you'll be expected to eat every meal with me, and accompany me to a Gala.”
“A gala?”
“Yes.”
“You could be a little nicer, you know. You don't have to demand things. You could have asked.”
“Asked? You're mine.”
“And you have no manners.”
He led me to a patio table outside and the evening air was chilly against my skin.
“Fine,” he huffed. “Would you accompany the gala with me?”
“See that wasn't so hard.”
He scooted closer. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” He was too close, and his fingers grazed my chin.
His eyes heated mixed with a carnal desire I wasn't familiar with.
“Are you a virgin?” His question shocked me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You’ll be the death of me, Jane.”
“Mr. Smith…” I began.
“John, call me John.”
“John, what happens if my father doesn’t pay?”
“Then you become mine. I came to collect a debt from your father. If he can’t pay, you will be his payment.”
“That’s illegal.”
He let out a sinister laugh and then stopped suddenly. “Do you think I give a fuck?” His voice turned cold, and I was afraid.
“But, what about my father?”
“What about him?”
“Will he be hurt?” I wanted to ask what I was really thinking, would he be murdered.
He sprang from his seat and hovered over me.
My cheeks warmed and his eyes penetrated mine. So dark and fiery.
“You really do think I'm a monster, don't you?”
I tried to answer. I tried to breathe, but couldn't.
“It’s late. Go to bed,” he snapped, and I rushed into the house and up to my room.
***
Lying in bed, sleep wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. John’s words played over and over in my head. I would be his.
I tossed and turned thinking about his eyes.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke. My body was on fire with lust for John, and I tried my hardest to erase the thoughts of the way he stared at me. I couldn’t.
The junction between my thighs yearned for attention, and I pressed my fingers against my clit as I thought of him. Touching me. Kissing me. Doing anything to me.
I moaned, softly. Dipping my hand beneath the waistband of my panties, I slid a finger inside myself. I rocked into my hand, moaning a little louder this time. What would his fingers feel like inside me?
The thought had my fingers racing along my wet skin as I brought myself closer to my orgasm. My hips bucked, rocking into my hand faster. My moans grew louder. I tried to quiet down, but it felt too good imagining John’s hands on me.
“John,” his name left my lips in a whisper.
My orgasm shot through me like a freight train, all flashing lights and high speeds.
As soon as my body stilled, and the after effects began to fade, a noise sounded in the corner of my room. My eyes grew wide, and I sat up.
In the soft, dim light, my eyes met his. His haunting eyes.
He was in my room. Saw what I did.
“Get out,” I shouted to his shadowy figure in the darkened recesses of my room.
John didn’t move. He stood there, watching. After a solid minute, he moved toward me. Calculated and controlled as if he owned the room. Which he did, but it almost felt like he owned me as well.
“Jane,” he spoke.
I pulled the covers higher to my chin as he came even closer. I didn’t want to answer.
“Jane?”
“Yes,” I finally said after another minute of silence.
“I can do it better.”
“Do what better?” I had an idea of what he spoke about, but I wanted to forget it had ever happened.
“Give you an orgasm. Instead of whispering my name, I’d make you come so hard you’d be screaming it.”
My mouth hung open, and even though I’d just had an orgasm, I was ready to go again. His confidence was daunting and downright scary. I didn’t know what to say. He moved closer to where he was within reaching distance. I wanted to touch him. Feel his hard body beneath my fingertips. But, I kept gripping the sheet instead.
He raised his hand and caressed my cheek. “Think about it.”
“Get out,” I managed to say.
His seduction was over, and he left the room. I blew out a breath, and my heart raced.