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“Little girl.” I stand as she enters the room, the wild look in her eyes ever present as she rushes over to me, throwing herself into my arms. “Did you sleep alright?” It’s barely been an hour.
She rubs her face in my chest. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she’s trying to mark me. A satisfied grin spreads across my face at the thought.
CHAPTER 7
Rue
Sitting at the counter in the cooking room, the doors that lead outside are wide open, and Mickey and Minnie explore while staying within sight. Nick sits beside me, observing me closely as Winston cuts up a bunch of food and arranges it neatly on a wood board.
“What is this room called?” I finally ask. It’s at the back of my mind or on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t seem to pull it forward. “Cooking room doesn’t feel right.”
Silence answers me, and I tear my eyes away from the swaying tree outside to look back at Nick. His jaw ticks, and his eyes darken with what I now know is his anger.
“Sorry,” I whisper, dropping my head and picking at the chipped nails on my fingers.
“You don’t need to be sorry.” His gruff answer says otherwise. Gripping my jaw in his hand, he turns my head so I can see him. So I’m forced to look at him. “I’m not mad at you, Rue. I’m pissed that it’s even a question you have to ask because you should have spent many hours inside one as a child, learning to cook or just eating.” Nodding, I notice they still haven’t answered me.
“What did you eat before?” Winston asks, dragging my attention from Nick.
“Oatmeal for breakfast, beans for lunch, an apple for a snack, rice, chicken, and peas for dinner.” It’s all I’ve ever eaten.
I feel their eyes on me again. “That’s it?” Winston’s incredulous question makes me fidget as I nod. “For thirteen years, that’s all you ate?” I don’t know what he wants from me. “Well, this is going to be a delight then. We’re going to explore every flavor you’ll let me, and we’ll nail down a menu that you quite enjoy.”
He pushes the board filled with food towards me, and I want to dive in, I really do, but I’m afraid I’ll hate it all, and I don’t want to hurt Winston’s feelings. Nick takes over, spreading just a hint of cheese over a cracker and offering it to me.
My mouth opens automatically, and I take a small bite. He eats the rest while repeating the action before adding a piece of meat to it. I take another taste, and he does it again. Over and over until there’s nothing left but the fruit.
“Got any whipped cream, Winston?” He looks to the older man who hasn’t stopped watching me, noting what I do or don’t like. More on the do side than not.
“What’s that?” I think they’ve grown used to my questions now because there’s no hesitation as Winston pulls out a container and bowl and begins mixing and whipping ingredients.
“It’s a milky cloud of sunshine and deliciousness.” I giggle at his description because I think he’s being silly on purpose. “It’s a dessert topping. Pairs well with fruit or pie, sometimes cake or ice cream.”
As he finishes, he hands the bowl to Nick, who dips in a strawberry and presents it to me. Licking my lips, I open wide and accept the offering. The sweetness of the strawberry is tempered by the creaminess of the whipped cream.
“I like that,” I whisper after swallowing. Nick is back with another one. His gaze holds mine as I take it into my mouth, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip to swipe up a little cream before offering that as well. Swallowing the confection in my mouth, I wrap my lips around his thumb, flicking my tongue across the rough skin as I suck all the airiness off.
Winston lets out a curt sound and excuses himself before I pull away, but he doesn’t let me go. He uses his thumb and finger to drag my face closer to him before slamming his mouth over mine. Just like last time, I lose my breath.
My heart seems like it’s about to explode as he devours me. This can’t be normal. The way my body heats up feels like I have fire licking at my skin, and there’s this tightening in my belly and throbbing between my legs. I feel like I’m going to explode.
With one hand now gripping tightly in my hair and the other on my jaw, controlling my face, Nick tilts my head and dives in deeper with his tongue. He licks and sucks everywhere he can reach. I’m out of breath and on the cusp of something extraordinary when there’s an interruption.
“Boss.” At first, Nick ignores Marco. “Boss,” he growls the second time. “Boss!”
“What!” Nicks snaps as he pulls away, a ferocious look on his face. One that makes me want to cower. Marco stands his ground.
“The doctor is here.” He turns and walks away.
“One day, I’m going to fucking kill him,” Nick mutters before diving back into my mouth. I whimper as the rush of emotion comes on full force. Grabbing me by the hips, he places me on the counter in front of him.
Standing between my legs, I feel his stiff rod kicking behind his pants, demanding something I don’t know how to give. Only, the most wonderful thing happens as Nick begins rubbing me there—my secret place.
“Nick,” I whine into his mouth. I’m unsure of what’s happening, but I know it’s going to be momentous and delicious.
“Daddy, little girl. When I’m fucking into this sweet little pussy, Daddy is the only name to cross these lips.” A moan rips from somewhere deep inside that brings a predatory grin to his face. “Say it,” he commands with a sharp tug on my hair.
“Please, Daddy, please.” I have no idea what I’m begging for, but he does. My Daddy knows everything I need, and he gives it to me.
