Page 27 of His Captive

“Good girl.” He tips his head, letting it loose from his hands to fall on the floor.

And then he leaves locking the door behind him.

I pull in a breath as soon as his footsteps fade to silence. This has to be my chance. He’s left me unrestrained, in a room with two possible exits. Although I doubt it, there is a slim hope that the balcony doors might be unlocked, maybe I can escape through them.

Ethan is leaving the house. Potentially, giving me time to make an escape. And yet my body isn’t moving, remaining paralyzed in the position he demands I stay in.

I weigh up all my options. What if this is some kind of trick? Leaving me untied, with an easy escape just so he can chase me and punish me. This room is comfortable, clean, and luxurious. I don’t want to be sent back down to the basement, which is where I will surely end up if Ethan catches me trying to run from him.

I decide nothing is worth that risk.

Tilting my head back, I look at the clock beside the bed, he’s already been gone two hours. I haven’t moved.

I have the compulsion to do this for him, to prove that I can do what he told me to. I want to please him, and a thought even more disturbing occurs to me as the time continues to tick past.

That if I run, there’s a small chance that I might actually get away. That I’d never see him again. And never experience what a man like Ethan Shaw is capable of doing to a girl like me...

He scares me, but he also makes me feel. I can’t remember the last time I felt anything.

And so, I stay, just as he instructed me to, spread out on the bed, the robe open and my cum streaked body exposed. While my head tries to block out the reality, that even if I could escape…I don’t think I want to.

Six

ETHAN

A shocked Buddy offers to drive me into town, but I refuse. I need space, and time to myself. Being in the same building as Lysetta is tirelessly fucking with my head.

I drive toward my office building, one that I rarely visit. I’ll tell my staff to take a few hours off. At least that way I can think clearly. Though as I drive further away, she only seems to embed herself deeper into my head. Coiling around my dark thoughts, like she might cleanse them.

She won’t.

I’d left her looking beautiful, splayed out, my cum decorating her tight body. Watching it drip inside her neat little crease had taken every restraint I possessed to stop myself slamming inside her virgin cunt and ripping all that innocence from her soul. As if that hadn’t been enough, in what can only be described as insufferable torment, she’d decided to push my limits a little further. Her pretty little lips parting and her curious tongue stretching out to tease over the tip of my cock.

Maybe she simply needed to taste me, the same way I’d tasted her the previous night. Or, and more likely, she’s fucking with my head, just like Sorrento had told her to.

Town is the same as it always is, average people, going about their average business. I see their looks, the whispers they made to one another as I park my M4 outside my office block.

The emery board drops from the receptionist’s hand when she watches me step inside.

“Mr. Shaw. We weren’t expecting to see you today.” She tries to pull some politeness through her shock.

“Clear the building Teresa” —at least I think that’s was her name— “I want everyone out. No ones to return before one” I explain, marching straight passed her, I pass more shocked faces from my employees, ignoring the cheery welcomes they forge, as I take the corridor to my office. I unlock my door and step inside, slamming it behind me.

As predicted it doesn’t take long for a knock to come on my door.

“Sir, it’s Mark,” an anxious voice comes from the other side.

“Come in,” I call.

He enters, a dithering wreck of a man. Making me question if this is really who I employee to run things around here?

“Is…is everything okay, sir?” he asks, a slight quake in his voice.

“I don’t know, Mark, is everything okay?”

“Well, yes sir. There aren’t any problems. It’s just…. It's not like you to stop by.”

“Well if there's not a problem, then you have nothing to worry about. Take everyone over to the bistro for lunch, on me. Call it team bonding or some shit. Business as usual from one.”

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