Dammit. I blinked innocently. “What shit?”
“You being nice and humble, you lying to me, fooling me to get what you want.” He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled. “You gotta do a lot better than that.”
I winced at the pain. “What do you want me to do?”
“Captives don’t get to make demands. Simple things like food, clothes, showers, even breath are earned privileges.” His eyes lusted over me one more time. “So earn it.”
A loud gulp stuck in my dry throat. I knew what he wanted from me, how I was supposed toearn it, but I wouldn’t give it, not willingly, even if I was chained to a bed forever and starved to death.
But…I could compromise a little. I hoped. It wasn’t going to be as hard and shattering as before, right? I’d be forced to do it, I’d feel used and humiliated doing it, but, at least, it wasn’t my own father’s cock I’d be sucking.
“Okay. I’ll earn it,” I whispered.
He let go of my hair and stood erect. His hardness was right at the level of my mouth. A shiver of apprehension ran through my body, while my eyes widened with shock and fear. His erection was long and thick with engorged veins running the length. If I got past the emotional pain, what about the physical part? There was no way all of…that…could fit inside my mouth. I’d gag instantly. I’d suck at it, no pun intended, and ruin it. I’d embarrass myself for nothing.
I stared at the head, a bead of moisture shining on the tip. The sight of him so terrifying and threatening yet...sinewy and beautiful. Butterflies in my stomach, I glanced up. “Can I have some water first?”
He filled a glass with water from the sink and gave it to me. I gulped it at once and let out a sigh of relief that didn’t last long. My thirst was quenched, but my trepidation was nowhere near ending. I should have dawdled with the water to bide my time. “Thank you.” I gave him the glass, my hand shaking almost dropping it.
As he saved it from me, I licked my immediately drying lips. His gaze zeroed in on my mouth. I noticed he did that a lot. He seemed to be turned on by it because a low, throaty sound erupted from his lips as he watched, and his cock just pulsed.
His fist glided up and down his shaft while he stared down at me, daring me with his eyes. My heart banged my chest. I took a deep breath to calm down in vain.
I can do this. It’s nothing new, and it’s for the same reason. Win him over so I can save my sister. I can fucking do this.
I couldn’t fucking do this. Not willingly. My lips parted, but that was all I could do. I needed him to force me. It was the only way I could get it done.
As if he sensed my hesitation, he pulled me by the back of my neck and brought me closer. The tip of his cock touched my lips, and I gasped at the velvety friction. He rubbed himself across my lips slowly, teasingly, and I moaned. In shame. Shame that instead of fighting I was allowing him to use me. Shame that part of me wanted him to. Shame that his taste was throbbing in my pussy even though his only intention was to break and degrade me.
Pride, fear and desire battled inside me, and suddenly everything was too much. Memories and emotions attacked me, and I had an overwhelming urge to cry.
No. Anything but that. Anything but showing him of all people how weak I was.
“I…I can…” I squeezed my eyes shut and just pulled away. Another word, another anything and I’d burst into tears.
“You can what, Nicky? Suck my cock for a shower?”
“Isn’t that how you want me to earn it?”
“Is that all you have to offer?”
“Apparently, not even that.” I thought I could, but my pride and fear won. I could no longer go down that route even if it was to save myself and the people I loved.
“That’s what I thought.” He let go of me and stepped toward the shower.
I wiped my face with my palms and got off the toilet. “There must be something else I could do to earn my essential rights. I can’t stand myself like this.”
“There is.” He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Maria and Paulina could use a day off.”
“Excuse me?”
“Chores, Nicky. I’m sure you’ve heard of them. You clean up, make us some decent meals, do some gardening, too and put your studies into a good use.”
“I’m an architect, not a housekeeper.”
“Not in this household.”
“Is that how you treat your wife, like a servant, a fucking slave? What’s next? You’re gonna make me call you sir,Dom?”
