Page 16 of Cruel Love
“Fuck, I’m going to come,”I growled, my orgasm about to detonate.
But as I reached my climax, I pulled out of Willow’s mouth, decidingthatif she wanted to be ungrateful and not eat the food I’d had prepared for her,thenshe didn’t deserve my come.
Still holding the back of her head with one hand, I grabbed my lengthwith the other and jerked it several times. Willow’s face was inches away from the tip of my cock, and with another rough stroke, I erupted.
White ropes of come shot from my cock, landing on Willow’s cheeks,lips, and nose. Her eyes were wide and horror-stricken as my orgasmseemedto never end, my come blending beautifully with the evidence of her distress.
When I’d finally emptied my load over her face, I released her hair.She fell back onto her ass as I stared down at her, admiring the mess I’d made.
“Thatwas disappointing at best,”I sneered, tucking myself back intomy pants.“If you want to earn rewards for good behavior, I suggest you learn how to take a cock down your throat properly. Now get the fuck out of my sight. I’ve got things to do.”
She didn’t hesitate to get to her feet and scarper out of the diningroom, leaving me alone to deal with the guiltthatwas now rearing its head.
Chapter 7
Willow
Running from the dining room with James’ semen coating my face, Itried to find my way back to my bedroom, my throat raw from the way he’d shoved his cock down it.
In my state of distress, and with the house being so damn big, itwasn’t long before I was completely lost.
Again.
Terrified that James would find me and think I’d disobeyed him, Itip-toed through the hallways, trying to be as quiet as possible, but almost let out a huge scream when I rounded the corner and nearly ran into someone.
Luckily for me, it was Edith, who took one look at the mess on myface and sneered before taking pity on me and escorting me back to my room. As soon as the door closed behind me, I bolted to the bathroomand vomited the small amount of food I’d managed to eat. James thought I was being ungrateful for not eating what was put in front of me.
What he didn’t understand was, I was so used to going with such meager scraps at Peartree House that I physically couldn’t eat any more of the delicious steak his staff had prepared.
Not to mention that I was frightened beyond belief, along with mymind spinning that the only thing my new husband wanted from me was to get me pregnant.
When there was nothing left for me to bring up, I quickly cleaned myface, brushed my teeth, and put on the nightshirt that had been left out for me before lying down on the bed, emotional turmoil draining every last ounce of energy I had.
I toyed with the collar I now wore. I couldn’t bring myself to look at itin the mirror when I’d washed my face, the constant weight around my throat was a stark reminder of who owned me.
No wonder he called me mouse. I was his pet. A pet he’d collaredand intended to keep locked up in a gilded cage whose only use was to please him.
I supposed my new cage was an upgrade from the last one though.Not only did it have a huge bedroom with a king-sized bed, and an enormous ensuite, but it also had a small living area with an L-shaped couch and a small dining table. The best part though was the Juliet balcony that looked out onto the stunning grounds surrounding James’ house.
At least if I was going to be locked in here until I earned access to therest of the house, I wasn’t going to be cramped into a small space like I had been at Peartree House.There, I didn’t even have a window to open when Ms. Milligan had deemed I’d deserve to be punished, and had locked me away in my old room for days on end.
As night fell, I tried to sleep, but it didn’t come easy. I tossed andturned, waiting for James to burst into my room and demand I spread my legs for him, my mind churning, trying to figure a way out of this mess.
My biggest fear had finally come true. I’d ended up exactly like theother girls from Peartree House. They were prepared for a life like this, brainwashed into thinking it was perfectly normal. I never envied them before, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn’t be leaving Peartree House.
How naive I had been.
James didn’t come all night. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a badthing. If he barged in and had his way with me, it’d be over with, rather than the constant worry that hit me every time I heard the tiniest of noise. Any creek or soft thud would have me preparing my body to be violated again, every muscle aching from where I was tensing so much.
Minutes and hours ticked by, my imagination going into overdrivewondering what it would feel like to find out I was pregnant. How my body would change in preparation to give birth. What would happen to me after a baby was born? Could I even love my child that had been forced on me?
Would James kill me once he no longer had a need for me? I couldn’thelp but wonder if death would be preferable over the life I was now stuck in.
With every thought that turned over in my mind, the collar wrappedaround my neck began to feel like it was cutting off my air supply while nausea continuously swam in my stomach. There were several times when I leaped out of bed thinking I was going to vomit again, only to dry-wretch as there was nothing left inside to bring up.
When the clock showed 3 am, exhaustion kicked in and I gave in toit. Closing my eyes, I fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a masked man who wanted to hurt me while Ms. Milligan and Director Welch watched on, the two of them laughing, and ignoring my cries for help.
A loud bang woke me, and I bolted upright to see a snarling,naked James storm through the living area and into my bedroom, his cock erect. Fear crawled up my throat at the rage rolling off him in waves.
