Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Will all the places we stay in be like this?” I asked.
“No. This is a test,” he said.
“A test?”
“To see who is watching.”
“How long are we staying here?” I asked.
“Three days.”
“Three days?” I tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let me.
“I know this is not what you wanted, baby, but trust me. Trust Ivan, and trust The Butcher.”
I pressed my lips together and tried to convince myself not to cry. But my eyes got blurry, and then it was like everything came crashing down all at once. I had been able to handle so much. I thought the tears were long gone, but I was wrong.
I tried to get away from him, but he spun me around and then held me. I was not used to being held and comforted while I cried. Tears were a weakness. They were always used against me.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He let go of me, but only long enough to cup my face, and forced me to look at him. “Nothing. You’re ... perfect.”
“I’m not perfect.”
He took possession of my lips, and all argument left my mind as he kissed me. I felt the curling of my toes, and I didn’t know how he was able to do that with just a kiss.
His hands went to my ass, and I loved when he touched my ass. I felt myself go putty in his arms. He was the one in control, and I was willing to do whatever he wanted. All he had to do was tell me.
Victor broke the kiss, and the tears stopped.
“You’re perfect to me. Now, let’s go and check this place out.”
He grabbed my hand and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I soon came to realize that checking this place out wasn’t for my own benefit, but mainly for Victor’s.
“Are you being nosy?” I asked.
“What? Can’t a guy know what another Brigadier’s place is like?” he asked, while snooping through drawers, which were all empty.
We had checked the whole downstairs, as well as upstairs. Only the library and kitchen showed any signs of life. The library still had its supply of books. The kitchen had fresh food. I imagined The Butcher had been by to stock the fridge.
After our tour and Victor’s snooping, I got to work in preparing us sandwiches. The place was dark. No light filtered through the boards. It was completely black. We had lights, but I hated to say it reminded me of a horror film.
I thought about Ivan’s island—the openness, the windows, the ocean, the freedom. I got that it wasn’t really freedom as we were trapped there, but at least it offered better than this. I hated this feeling.
“We’ll make it work,” Victor said.
I looked at him and knew that was exactly what he believed. Handing him his sandwich, I picked mine up and followed him into the sitting room. We sat down on the sofa, and it was soft and felt good against my ass.
I took a bite of my sandwich and it was good. Ham and cheese, simple, yet tasty. I liked it. We ate in silence, but it was no longer awkward. There was a companionable silence between us. This I could handle more than anything else.
Once we finished our sandwiches, Victor took the plates, and when I tried to get up to follow him, he wouldn’t let me. I had to sit there, in a room that was foreign to me. Aware of the dangers lurking outside.
The Butcher said she would randomly come and say hello. I don’t know what she went to do, but I imagine it was important. As for me, I was here, just waiting and wondering.
Then Victor returned, and he slid in beside me, reaching out, and grabbing a leg, to place it on his lap. I didn’t ask what he was doing as he flipped the shoe I’d been wearing off, along with the sock. His hands began to massage my feet.
“We’re going to get through this.”
I leaned against the back of the sofa and looked at him. “You’re going to hate this.”
“True, but don’t you think I’ve had to travel before? Trust me, I have, and this is no different.”
“It is a lot different.
This made him laugh. “Nah, it’s not. You don’t think I’ve had people trying to kill me before? Trust me, I have. It’ll all be okay. I don’t like who the target is, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make this right.”
His hands felt so good. I’d never had my feet massaged before. In all honesty, I thought my feet were way too ticklish to be held like this, but the way his hands worked, they felt so good, and I didn’t want him to stop.
I don’t quite know how we ended up with me wearing no jeans and Victor without any pants, but we did. His face pressed against my pussy, lifting my legs over his shoulders, as he brought me to an orgasm that had me screaming his name. I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I needed it.