Page 51 of Enslaved

The salmon melted like butter in my mouth. I closed my mouth and chewed. He knew I wasn’t a vegetarian. He knew everything about me on paper. But I’ll show him I’m much more than a document of likes and dislikes.

“This is delicious.”

“I made it. There’s no one here but us, no one to hear the screams that will be coming from this sweet mouth later.” I shifted in my seat. Was tonight the night he’d take me again?

“Tough words, for a man who’s scared of me.”

The fork clattered on my plate. He dropped it as if it was on fire. My chair was hauled back, he picked me up like a ragdoll. “I’ve waited long enough. You push all my buttons little one. But, maybe; you’re right. Eh? Maybe, I am the one afraid…not you.”

Our lips crashed together, my bound hands were crushed against his chest as he carried me inside. But he didn’t take me to his bedroom.

Of course.

How could I be so stupid, goading him? I’m not good at acting or games. How am I going to fool him into setting me free when I keep trapping myself?

He kicked the door to the ship’s “playroom” open. He removed a key from his pocket, releasing my cuffs.

“Thank you.”

“Ah, pet. I just released you because this suits you much better.” He lifted a silver collar with crystals embedded around it.

“What is that?” My eyes were open but everything was clouded by dots. I could still make out shapes, though.

“A submissive collar.”

“You are collaring me, like a dog?”

“No. I’m claiming you in the only way I know how to. It’s a brand stronger than a wedding ring. Everyone will see it and know your worth to me.”

“Who? There’s no one here, you madman. Besides, I haven’t agreed to be your sub. The contract I signed was under duress and shredded with no trace of it.”

My dark devil stalked toward me, lifted the hair off my neck as he moved behind me, placing it around my slim throat. “If you want to step one foot on land again, you’ll wear it and obey me. Fuck contracts. You’re mine and we both know it. Alex texted, he expects us both at his final stag party in a few weeks. Learn and obey, or I leave you here chained and alone.”

“We’re going back aboard the Oasis?” My heart leapt, knowing I had allies there. Allies who could help me.

“No. It’s at a very special place. One I used to visit often, the villa of my friend Dimitri.”

I didn’t protest as he snapped the clasp closed. My fingers felt the stones at my throat.

“It looks beautiful on you. Worth every penny.”

Confused I tried to look down.

“Did you think they were fake? Around your neck is a million dollars’ worth of flawless diamonds.”

“And attached to that is a platinum chain.”

“Ah, sweeting. Don’t you see? You wear the collar but I’m the one chained.” He cupped the back of my head, pressing his lips to mine. It was unexpectedly tender. He does have feelings for me, he must.

He led me to the center of the room, dropping the chain he held in his fingers. “Crawl over to the corner of the room. Kneel facing the wall and wait for your instructions.”

I seethed inside, as I dropped to the rug, knowing why he wanted me to crawl. I was bare; exposed. The hem of the nightie would ride up, showing him everything. I was tempted to stick my ass out but knew he would see that as an invitation to take a part of me I wasn’t ready to give.

The floor was rough, scraping my knees as I did his bidding. I didn’t dare move my head as the sound of his belt hitting the floor came from behind me.

This is it. It’s happening. Christos is going to make me his, and I’ll probably beg without being able to blame any narcotics.

He’ll know I want him buried deep inside me. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe needing his thick girth to pound into the very center of me is my ticket to freedom.

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