She’s become my slave.
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Chapter Twenty Two
Kristine~
With every touch, every kiss and every look he gives me – I’m losing more of myself.
I woke up today and my first thought was of him, where they were normally of escaping and Riza.
I wait for him, because he fills my otherwise empty days.
I hear the lock on the door and it creeks heavily open. Garrett comes in, dressed in fresh jeans and a white shirt. He closes the door behind him and then he turns and opens his arms for me, like he’s done the past four days. I walk into his embrace and fold my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his chest. His earthy scent fills my lungs, and I can breathe again.
“Good girl,” he whispers then lets me go. I miss the feel of his muscles against my softer flesh. I feel safe with him.
I drop to my knees, like he’s taught me and wait for his instruction.
His fingers are whisper soft under my chin and I know to raise my eyes to his. The warmth I’ve seen there the past few days is gone, and in its place is the sad look. I haven’t seen it for a while.
“I’m sorry, Kris, but I have to ask the impossible of you.” I can hear the regret in his voice.
I keep my eyes on his and wait to hear what it is. He said the same thing to me two days ago, just before he told me to give him a blowjob. It was the first one I’ve ever given and Garrett was patient with me, guiding me to do it the way he liked it. It was arousing to have him in my mouth, to feel his hips bucking under my hands.
“I’m going to tie your hands again and hang you to the hook, like I did the first day we got here.” That’s not bad at all, I was expecting worse. He shakes his head, reading the relief in my eyes. “Bill is going to inspect you for the auction tomorrow.”
My heart hasn’t thumped a nervous beat since he protected me from the men. It’s the first time I feel fear again. Disgust lodges so thick in my throat I can’t even get a word out to plead with him.
“I’m sorry, Kris.” He kneels down in front of me and cupping each of my cheeks in his hands, he places a soft kiss to my lips. “He won’t kiss you and I’ll be right there. Keep your eyes on me. Pretend it’s me touching you.”
When he lets my face go, I drop my eyes to the floor. I don’t have the strength to do this.
He takes hold of the leash that hasn’t left my neck since he first put it on, and he pulls me behind him. I follow him like the good little slave I’ve become.
He leads me to the middle of the warehouse. There are already some men gathering around. “Stand up,” he commands in the harsh voice he uses around the other men. I quickly get to my feet. “Take the dress off.” I struggle to keep my eyes down and slowly take hold of the fabric. I lift it over my body, feeling the humid air lick at my exposed skin. When I drag it over my head, Garrett takes it from me and drops it to the ground. He then unclasps the leash and ties my wrists.
He surprises me when he leans in and kisses me softly again, then his mouth skims over my jaw to my ear. My skin comes alive with the heat spreading over it from his kiss and breath on my face. “I’m going to lift you. Hook your hands and then keep still.” I turn my face into his and feel his hands on my hips. Before he can lift me I do the unthinkable – I press my mouth hard to his - I kiss him.
He kisses me back, giving me the strength I need to get through this. He kisses me deeply and as he starts to raise me, he trails kisses down my neck, then on my shoulder. I hook my hands on the large hook that looks like something out of a butcher’s shop, and keep still like he asked.
Garrett keeps hold of my hips, holding me close to his body. I feel the heat sizzling from him to me. More men start to surround us and then I see Justin leading Riza out. She’s crawling behind him, and I see what I must’ve looked like. Her hips sway sensuously from side to side, her red hair hanging over her shoulders.
Garrett’s fingers tighten on my hips. “Don’t look at her. Keep your eyes on me.” My eyes snap back to his on command.
I hear Justin murmuring to Riza, “Don’t make eye contact with Bill. Look at me the whole time. Feel this?” he asks and I glance at them in time to see his fingers brush her nipple. “Remember my touch. Think of me, of us together.” Riza nods her head, looking calmer than I feel.
I hear heavy footsteps behind me and my eyes dart to Garrett’s. When the thumping of boots stop behind me, my body tenses. Garrett’s thumbs start to brush lightly against my skin and it’s soothing, distracting me from what’s happening behind me. I stare deep into his eyes, getting lost in the dark pools. I’m so focused on him that Bill becomes nothing but background noise, until a slap to my butt yanks me back to reality.