in. Bu zz
had also told her he’d tape the outside of the door, expecting her to stay put
until he returned, and if she left, he knew people who’d be able to track her
down.
She never should have agreed to go with him, especially without
saying goodbye to her family. Now she was with an uncaring man, and who knew if
Alden could trace what they’d done or where they’d gone.
I’m a prisoner . She didn’t need to
crack the door to check if he had secured it. The creak of a dispenser then the
rip and brushing of the tape as he affixed the piece to the door and frame told
her all she needed to know.
Oh, Alden, what have I done? What happened to you? She l ay on
top of the scratchy covers of the bed, finally allowing tears to fall.
Several hours later ,
s he woke from a nightmare-filled nap when the door
opened. The aroma of barbecue made her mouth water. Buzz placed bags of food in
front of her on the bed. She tore into them and the food as if she hadn’t eaten
in weeks. They ate in silence, and when she finished her pulled pork sandwich,
she frowned at the man before her.
“I want to let my family know I’m all right.”
“Already taken care of, my
dear.” He patted his lips with a napkin, then retrieved the glass of
cider and handed it to her. “They send their love and well wishes. I told them
we’d be out of touch for a bit while we start on our new life together. They
totally understand.”
Her skin crawled at his leering smirk. “Why don’t I believe you?” Thirsty,
she gulped some of the sour tasting liquid. Her face scrunched.
“I don’t know, love, but why would I lie to you?” He leaned back and, from
the other side of the bed, pulled up a white box. “I want you to put this on and dance for me.”
“Dance for you?” She took the box from him and raised its top.
Inside lay red and black satin and lace garments.
“Yes, like one of those women at the gentlemen’s clubs,” he
drawled and leaned back on his elbows, eyeing her with a hungry look. “I want
you to dance like that for me.”
“I… I…” Hope fingered the silky material. Her thoughts whirled on
whether or not she could pull off a striptease or lap dance. Most of all, she
didn’t want to dance for him clothed or not. “I don’t know how to dance like
that.”
“You know how to dance, right?”
“Of course.” She narrowed her
gaze and stuck her hand on her hips.
“You know how to take your clothes off, right?”
“Well, ye s. Of course I d—”
“Then just put the two together, woman.”
Stepping back, she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Who
was this cold, heartless monster commanding her to dance like a strumpet? Why
had her father brought him into their sphere of family friends? She stared at
him, wondering how she ever had the slightest thought that he was dreamy and
kissable.
“Don’t shake your head at me.” A low growl escaped him as he sat
up. “We’re married. You’re my wife now. As suc h, you’re suppo sed to
listen to what I say. Do what I ask. You’re to do what I tell you to do. You’re
supposed to love, honor and obey me. So go put on the lingerie and obey me when
I tell you to dance!”
His face set in a scowl. Anger emanated from his pores. Fearing
for her safety and remembering how he could make things vaporize into thin air,
she picked up the box with trembling hands and went to the bathroom with it. As
she slipped on the second thigh high stocking and attached it to the garter,
she sighed, wishing it was Alden she was dressing for and not a total stranger.
The outfit was alien to her. The flimsy material gracing her skin
emphasized how little of her body it covered. She felt more exposed this way than
if she were completely naked. The black lace portion across her breasts barely
hid her areolas, and
the red satin bodice hung just below her bottom. The panties, if they could be
called such, were more a thick threaded bit of fabric. She’d never worn a
G-string
had also told her he’d tape the outside of the door, expecting her to stay put
until he returned, and if she left, he knew people who’d be able to track her
down.
She never should have agreed to go with him, especially without
saying goodbye to her family. Now she was with an uncaring man, and who knew if
Alden could trace what they’d done or where they’d gone.
I’m a prisoner . She didn’t need to
crack the door to check if he had secured it. The creak of a dispenser then the
rip and brushing of the tape as he affixed the piece to the door and frame told
her all she needed to know.
Oh, Alden, what have I done? What happened to you? She l ay on
top of the scratchy covers of the bed, finally allowing tears to fall.
Several hours later ,
s he woke from a nightmare-filled nap when the door
opened. The aroma of barbecue made her mouth water. Buzz placed bags of food in
front of her on the bed. She tore into them and the food as if she hadn’t eaten
in weeks. They ate in silence, and when she finished her pulled pork sandwich,
she frowned at the man before her.
“I want to let my family know I’m all right.”
“Already taken care of, my
dear.” He patted his lips with a napkin, then retrieved the glass of
cider and handed it to her. “They send their love and well wishes. I told them
we’d be out of touch for a bit while we start on our new life together. They
totally understand.”
Her skin crawled at his leering smirk. “Why don’t I believe you?” Thirsty,
she gulped some of the sour tasting liquid. Her face scrunched.
“I don’t know, love, but why would I lie to you?” He leaned back and, from
the other side of the bed, pulled up a white box. “I want you to put this on and dance for me.”
“Dance for you?” She took the box from him and raised its top.
Inside lay red and black satin and lace garments.
“Yes, like one of those women at the gentlemen’s clubs,” he
drawled and leaned back on his elbows, eyeing her with a hungry look. “I want
you to dance like that for me.”
“I… I…” Hope fingered the silky material. Her thoughts whirled on
whether or not she could pull off a striptease or lap dance. Most of all, she
didn’t want to dance for him clothed or not. “I don’t know how to dance like
that.”
“You know how to dance, right?”
“Of course.” She narrowed her
gaze and stuck her hand on her hips.
“You know how to take your clothes off, right?”
“Well, ye s. Of course I d—”
“Then just put the two together, woman.”
Stepping back, she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Who
was this cold, heartless monster commanding her to dance like a strumpet? Why
had her father brought him into their sphere of family friends? She stared at
him, wondering how she ever had the slightest thought that he was dreamy and
kissable.
“Don’t shake your head at me.” A low growl escaped him as he sat
up. “We’re married. You’re my wife now. As suc h, you’re suppo sed to
listen to what I say. Do what I ask. You’re to do what I tell you to do. You’re
supposed to love, honor and obey me. So go put on the lingerie and obey me when
I tell you to dance!”
His face set in a scowl. Anger emanated from his pores. Fearing
for her safety and remembering how he could make things vaporize into thin air,
she picked up the box with trembling hands and went to the bathroom with it. As
she slipped on the second thigh high stocking and attached it to the garter,
she sighed, wishing it was Alden she was dressing for and not a total stranger.
The outfit was alien to her. The flimsy material gracing her skin
emphasized how little of her body it covered. She felt more exposed this way than
if she were completely naked. The black lace portion across her breasts barely
hid her areolas, and
the red satin bodice hung just below her bottom. The panties, if they could be
called such, were more a thick threaded bit of fabric. She’d never worn a
G-string
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