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But something about the way he looks at me makes it impossible for me to even react … let alone refuse.
So I slowly walk to the bed, his gaze on me like a hawk.
As I sit down, he approaches me, and then I notice the thing in his hand.
Rope.
He grabs my wrist and pulls it toward the edge, tying one of my arms there.
“Really? Again?” I sneer. “I won’t run. I promise.”
He doesn’t reply; he just grabs my other hand and ties that to the other edge of the bed, making it impossible for me to untie myself unless I go that same tedious route as before and start chewing again.
Goddammit.
Of course, he won’t believe me. I broke my promise before, so who’s to say I won’t do it again?
I let out a sigh.
He hovers over me to make sure they’re tied properly before sitting down beside me. When he places a hand on my leg, I flinch. He’s never touched me there before. And fuck … it made my pussy thump.
“You. Stay,” he growls. “I’ll be right back.”
He gets up off the bed again and prepares to leave.
“Wait, where are you going?” I ask.
“Out,” he says, slamming the door shut behind him before I can ask any more questions.
Shit.
He actually left me tied up and alone in a hut with no way to protect myself. Where the hell did he go? And more importantly … what am I supposed to do now?
Chapter Eleven
Accompanying Song: “No Witness” by LP
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When I return, she’s still tied to the bed, as she’s supposed to be. From a distance, I check the rope, and I’m surprised to find it’s still completely intact. She hasn’t even tried to chew through it.
Nice.
She’s finally learning how to behave. It’s about time.
Although that look on her face makes me anything but happy.
She’s still angry with me, and I get it. I did some bad stuff, but I did it for a good reason. Still, that doesn’t make it any better. She doesn’t wanna be here, and it’s my fault.
Despite looking like a brute, I don’t want to be one. I don’t want her to be unhappy because it makes me unhappy too. So I’ve decided that the right way forward is to make sure she likes me first before I ask her to stay. Get her to warm up to me.
And I know just how.
I go to the kitchen area and throw everything I’ve gathered into a bowl.
“Welcome back,” she murmurs from her little corner.
I grab a bowl and fill it with water outside, then come back in, only to find her staring at me curiously. “What are you doing?”
She’ll find out quickly enough.
I grab the two bowls and walk toward her. She sits up as far as she can on the bed as I sit down beside her, holding the bowl close to my body because she’s trying to peer inside.
I want it to be a surprise.
“Close your eyes,” I say.
She raises a brow. “Why?” Her voice sounds insecure.
I smile. “Trust me.”
She narrows her eyes, contemplating it for a second. Trust is the first step. The rest comes next. We’re nowhere without it, so I want to teach her this. I don’t want to be her enemy.
“Please?” I add as she did way back when.
It makes her blink a couple of times, but then she finally closes her eyes for me.
She sits there, waiting, her body locked in position, skin bare … ready for plunder.
Perfect.
But I have to hold myself back if I want this to work, so I clear my throat and focus on the bowl in my hand. I take out a berry and push it against her lips.
“Open your mouth.”
“What is it?” she asks, frowning.
“Do you trust me or not?”
After a moment, she tentatively parts her lips, and I push the berry inside. “Bite.”
When she does, her eyes flash open, and she grins. “A berry?” She glances at the bowl, so I guess the surprise is gone now. “You brought me berries?” She giggles.
“What?” I say, grabbing another one.
“Nothing … it’s just …”
I narrow my eyes as I push another one into her mouth and watch her chew meticulously. I can see her swallow, and I imagine her tongue and how good it would feel wrapped around my dick.
Fuck.
“You said you only wanted meat,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts.
I wish she’d want the meat …
And I don’t mean the one from my kitchen.
Fuck me, I’m getting too excited about seeing her tied up in my bed. I shouldn’t … not yet, at least.
“I do,” I say. “But you don’t.”
I push another berry into her mouth and watch her eat it with glee.
“So you’re feeding me now?”
“Shhh …” I stuff more into her mouth until she’s laughing. “Eat your food.”
“Or what?” she taunts. “I’m already tied up; what else are you gonna do?”
