This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,17

still radiates from her pores. I’ll dress her up in a demure, white gown and affix gardenias to her silky hair.

Purity and sweetness.

Joy.

Secret love.

That flower is perfect and will draw the eyes of the richest men in the room. Most fucks will choose calla lilies or daisies but my Baylee is special and unique.

She whimpers again and I groan. Quickly, I place an order at the flower shop online so I can make sure they’ll have what I need before closing my laptop to go to her. In her sleep, she’s managed to kick off the covers and her perky tits point up toward the ceiling. I’ve been gentle with her until now. The occasional bite or bruising have adorned her pure flesh but I haven’t hurt her like I promised.

I needed for her to get comfortable with sex first.

And boy is she comfortable. Earlier today, her wild blue eyes found mine and blazed with curiosity when I told her to ride my cock. Despite being unsure, she did. She was quite a vision with her head tossed back in pleasure.

I fell more in love with her in that moment.

But now, as the moon blankets her pale flesh through the window, I crave to prepare her. Those fuckers will hurt her. There’s no stopping them. But I can ready her for the pain. And when it’s all over, I’ll bring her back to me so I can kiss away all of it.

“Baby, wake up,” I whisper as I shed my clothes and walk over to her. “It’s time to train.”

Her eyes flutter open and she gazes at me as if I’m her whole fucking world. It causes an uncharacteristic ache in my chest but I push it away. I want the look gone because I’m about to destroy the pedestal she has built for me.

“Take your butt plug out.”

I SQUINT AT him in confusion. He never lets me take it out—when I need to go to the bathroom, he removes it for me. I’ve grown used to the way it feels inside and I’m almost worried to remove it on my own.

“I’m afraid to do it myself.”

My admission seems to excite him. “Pretend you’re taking a shit,” he sneers.

I gape at him. “What? Why are you being mean?”

His eyes take on that bored stare that infuriates me. The past few days I’ve stupidly lulled myself into an irrational state of safety. I’ve allowed myself to slip into his trap and assumed he was really falling for me. Enough so, that he’d forget his whole idea of selling me.

“I’m not being mean. You have more training. Take it out now or I’ll dump you back into the cellar.”

I study his face for a moment longer and realize he’s not kidding. Fear clutches at my heart but I sit up on my knees and spread them apart.

“Good girl. Push it out. Your body will know what to do.”

Closing my eyes, I attempt to focus on relaxing and soon, I can sense that it is almost out. As soon as it drops to the bed, I gasp in relief.

He grunts his approval. “You have a three second head start, little girl.”

I scrunch my brows together in confusion. “What? But you said—”

“I know what I said. Consider this permission. I’m going to count to three and then I’m coming for you.”

We hold each other’s stare for half a second longer.

“Run!”

His barked order jerks me to life and I scramble from the bed.

“One!”

I’ve been outside of the bedroom but never outside of the house. I’m not sure where he wants me to run but I make a beeline for the front door.

“Two!”

Crap! I fumble with the lock and jerk the door open. Tonight, the February air is beyond freezing and my body wants to shut down the moment a cool wind swallows me.

“Three!” he shouts from within the house. “Ready or not, here I come!”

My feet make purchase on the wood porch and I run. The steps, I easily hop down, and then tear off across the grass. Having been fed and hydrated over the past few days, my strength is up. I don’t have much time to take in my surroundings but I do notice we’re completely surrounded by woods like I’d determined.

I head for the thickest part of the woods hoping I can lose him in the trees. A normal girl my age might fear being greeted with bears and coyotes. Not me, I fear for what Gabe will do when he catches