Kiss Me in the Dark Anthology - Monica James Page 0,122
of my dad when he gets angry.
“Time for breakfast,” he grunts and storms toward me. He’s carrying a plate and has a water bottle tucked under his arm. I’m upset and scared, but all I can think about is downing that water.
He sits beside me and I squirm away from him. My bindings don’t allow for much wiggle room so the heat of his body envelops me.
“Why are you doing this? Is it sex? You want me for sex?” I demand with tears in my eyes.
He sets the plate down on the bedside table and opens the water bottle. I expect him to unscrew the cap, which he does, and give me a swallow, which he doesn’t. Instead, he brings it to his full lips and takes a small sip.
“Mmm, cold.”
I sniffle and choke back a sob. He probably wants me to cry and beg. Well, he doesn’t deserve that.
“Want a drink, Baylee?”
With a frustrated sigh, I bite my chapped lip and nod. “Please.”
He flashes me a pleased grin that roils my stomach. “Good girl.”
I’m angry and want to swat the bottle out of his hands, but I’m not stupid. I need to be somewhat compliant if I have any hope of leaving this place. He shoves some pillows behind me to prop me up which makes the blanket slip down to my stomach baring my breasts to him. The man who’s always hidden his desire for me, blatantly stares at my breasts before sliding his eyes to mine.
Hunger.
I’m not the only one.
The flash of unbridled lust in his eyes tells me that he has plans for me—plans he’s probably wanted to execute for quite some time.
“Drink.”
I open my mouth and graciously accept the cold liquid. A tiny moan escapes me as I suck down the water with greed.
“That’s enough, Baylee. You’ll throw up if you drink too much. Why don’t you have a try at eating something?” His saccharine tone sickens me and I glare at him.
“I’m thirsty.”
“And you’ll get more. You have to slow down though.”
With an unconvinced nod, I jerk my gaze over to the plate on the table. A few scrambled eggs, a couple of sliced strawberries, and an unbuttered piece of toast.
“Where’s the bacon?” I pout.
He chuckles and I cringe. I hate the sound. Hate his laugh. “Oh, baby, you’re not getting bacon for a few days. One step at a time here.”
“You act like you’ve done this before.” My haughty tone wipes the smile off his face. Good.
“Several times, actually. But never have I enjoyed it so much.” He winks and I frown.
Several times? What happened to the rest of the girls?
“Can you untie me?”
His lips draw up into a wolfish grin that frightens me down to the fabric of my being. “Baylee, I would love to untie you. And after training, as long as you’re a good girl, not only will I untie you, but I’ll let you shower as well. Would you like that?”
The deception in his words is thick.
“I don’t believe you.”
He shrugs and holds a piece of toast to my lips. “Not like you really have a choice though. If I were you, I’d take a chance and see what happens. Comply and you will be rewarded—that is my promise to you.”
I take a bite and chew the dry toast. I’d prefer to suck down that entire bottle of water but I’m trying to behave.
“Good girl.”
My belly aches from the food and I squirm in the bed. He’s gone from the room and left me here. I wonder if he’ll come back and make good on his promise. But with his return will be the training he’s referring to. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
Dishes clang together in the kitchen as he cleans up and I grow annoyed. The dishes can wait. I wish he’d come back, do what he plans on doing, and then let me shower.
What will he do?
The most obvious conclusion would be that he wants to have sex with me. Audrey told me that it hurts the first time but not too bad. Surely I can handle him inside of me. I was prepared to let Brandon make love to me. This is something I can do—something I have to do.
“You ready?” His deep voice from the doorway jerks my attention to him. He stands there holding a large bowl of water with a rag hanging over the side.
I nod and attempt not to shrink away from him when he sits beside me. The bowl