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I strolled up to Donovan and slid my arm through his. “I’m sorry you had to make a trip back, Zayne. I’ll try not to be so forgetful next time. I appreciate you returning.” I held my hand out for the packages, but Donovan snatched them from Zayne’s grasp and peered inside.
Staring at Zayne, he gave me a slight nod.
“The top isn’t a good color on you, but the lingerie can stay. You can keep it.” Donovan shoved the bags at me. “The watermelon lemonade candle is a nice touch, too.”
“I wasn’t sure about the shirt, but I assumed you could help me with that.” I was about to vomit all over Donovan, but I had to de-escalate the situation and suck up to his arrogant ass.
“Have a good afternoon, Zayne,” Donovan muttered before he closed the door on him.
Donovan’s cold stare landed on me. “Put the lingerie on.”
I gulped. What if it wasn’t my size? I had no idea who the clothes belonged to. The thought of wearing another woman’s garments wasn’t appealing, but it was either that or getting beaten within an inch of my life.
“Of course. I’ll be right back.” I strolled across the foyer, then hurried up the stairs, my heart pounding in my ears with each step. I wanted to text Zayne about the clothes and how he’d pulled it off, but I didn’t trust that my phone wasn’t tapped.
Before I entered my bedroom, I glanced back down into the foyer. Donovan was staring upward, watching my every move. My stomach dipped and flipped as I chided myself for visiting the school when I knew better. Not only had I jeopardized my safety but also hers.Giselle, you idiot!
Tears burned the back of my eyes as I headed to my bathroom to change. I rifled through the bag and withdrew a black lace see-through bodice and G-string. My brain shifted into overdrive when I realized that I had a similar set with the tags still attached in my top dresser drawer. I always shopped at Nordstrom, so the switch should be easy to pull off since Donovan hadn’t removed the items to see what the lingerie looked like. He would have no idea I’d swapped them out.
Hurrying to my closet, I stuffed the sacks behind the row of shoes, then located my lingerie. Wearing Zayne’s girlfriend’s clothes made me twitch with hygiene issues. Not that he would date a skank, but I didn’t want to take a chance. A stab of jealousy pricked my chest at the idea of Zayne dating someone. My heartrate spiked, and my breathing became labored as butterflies scattered in my stomach. In my desperation to escape Donovan, it hadn’t ever occurred to me that Zayne could be seeing someone, but he must have bought the lingerie for a special girl.
“Focus, Giselle. Donovan is waiting, you can get jealous another time,” I whispered.
Once I was dressed, I took a glance in the bathroom mirror before grabbing the silk robe hanging on the hook near the shower and slipping it on. I wasn’t interested in baring my body to Marty or Gretta. Besides, I knew the drill.
Anxious that I’d taken too long, I rushed down the stairs and across the main floor, my feet barely touching the marble. A set of steps under the main stairway led to the lower level, and I nearly stumbled down them. Once I arrived and knocked on the closed door, as per protocol, I then entered.
The sound of the lock clicking into place behind me reminded me that there was no way out. Donovan had installed a keypad with a combination that needed to be used to leave his sex dungeon. I’d tried to run from him a few times, catch it before the latch engaged, but the beatings the last time had landed me in bed with broken ribs, and that was one of the kinder things he’d done to me.
Terror pulsed through my veins when I spotted Donovan. He’d removed his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up, revealing his muscular forearms, and slapped a bondage whip into the palm of his hand, focusing on me with a devilish glint in his eye.
“Donovan,” I whispered, pleading with him. “I’ll never be late again. I swear.”
My heart stood still, the world spinning in front of me. Surely, this wouldn’t be my punishment just for being a few minutes behind schedule. There had to be more.
Donovan nodded to the bondage chair. “Bend over.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I disrobed and obeyed; attempting to resist was futile.
I bent over, my ass in full view as he cuffed my hands in front of me, then secured them to the bar.
I heard the whip fly through the air before it landed on the back of my thighs. A cry escaped me, but no one would hear it since the room was soundproof. Pain ricocheted through me as he continued to strike me.
“Donovan,” I whimpered. “Stop. Please.”
“Being late isn’t an option, Giselle!” He hit me several more times, then tossed the whip to the side. “You’re getting soft, darling.”
The sound of the salve container opening echoed through the large space. I wondered why he always used it after he beat me, but it did help ease some of the pain.
He gently applied the cream, rubbing it in. “If only you hadn’t disobeyed me, Giselle. You know you are to be home for lunch every day.”
I was tired of apologizing to the son of a bitch, but I catered to his ego anyway. “I’m so sorry.” I sniffled for extra effect. It didn’t take much effort by this time.
He walked around and uncuffed me, then massaged my wrists. The scary thing about my brother was that he could be an animal one minute, kind the next. It was all part of the mental aspect of his abuse, keeping me on my toes to ensure his control.
“Stand.”
I straightened, the flesh on the back of my thighs and ass stinging as I did. Donovan waltzed around me, his hands in his pockets. With the pain, I’d almost forgotten my fear of him finding out where I was today.
