Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Chapter
Nineteen
Ani
When I enter my room, Phoenix is standing by the window with his back toward me. He seems lost in thought, and I wonder if he has even heard me enter. I take a few more steps inside, unsure what I should do next.
“You did good in there,” he says, still not turning around. “You showed you can be submissive. That pleases me.”
I had no idea Phoenix wants a submissive woman. We didn’t get that far into the ‘getting to know you’ stage before we had each other’s tongues down our throats.
I hold my hands in front of my bare mound and have never felt so exposed before in my life. The camera in my room is still there, and no doubt is turned back on. But it’s not nearly as invasive as having one in the bathroom.
Phoenix turns around and stares at me, examining my nudity as if he’s making sure I am ‘dressed’ properly for this twisted party of which I am a forced guest. The room’s cool air combined with Phoenix’s cold stare has my nipples hardening and shivers running up my spine.
“So, answer me this.” His eyes finally make their way to mine. “Why did you submit so easily? Most women in your position would put up much more of a fight. They’d scream. They’d demand. They’d beg and plead for mercy far more than you have. Some would even rather die than endure what you just did.”
“Would you have preferred that?” I shift my weight from one foot to the other. I feel faint from the ordeal and want to sit down, but I remember the words that I was to do nothing without his command to do it. “To break me?”
“No. I find your already-shattered pieces all the more interesting.”
Phoenix approaches me, takes hold of my hair. Is that the only way I will ever walk again—guided by a fist holding my hair at the scalp?
He lowers me to the only item in the room—the gray wool blanket—and releases my hair. He takes a few steps back and crosses his arms against his chest. “Do you truly understand why I am so angry?”
“Secrets were kept from you,” I begin. “You pride yourself on knowing everything so you can protect your family. The secrets I held from you could destroy.”
I look up at him and see an eyebrow rise. He’s reading me, or at least trying to.
I lick my dry lips. “It’s not as simple as you not trusting me. You don’t trust the fact that you didn’t see through me. You couldn’t see this secret from the minute you first met me. You don’t trust yourself with me now.” I draw a deep breath. “And now I’m here. You’re angry at my sister. You’re angry at your brother for keeping the secret, too. You’re just angry.”
Phoenix nods. “Yes, now you’re here and will be for a while. So, let’s get a couple of rules out of the way. You’ll remain in this room unless you are escorted out by me. There’s a bathroom across the hall you will have to ask permission to use, and all food will be delivered here unless I choose to bring you to the dining room. You will remain naked from this point on. Get used to having your body belong to me. I will come here when I feel like it. It could be several times a day, or not at all.
I say nothing but only look into his eyes.
“You will not question what I ask. You will not resist me in any way.” He looks toward the window. “You can try to escape but won’t get far. Cameras are everywhere, and I will catch you. You have the opportunity to earn a comfortable and well-kept life if you understand and follow these rules. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Do you have any questions?”
For the first time since angering Phoenix, he seems to soften somewhat. His eyes are less severe, and his jaw is no longer firm. I believe he truly is giving me the opportunity to ask whatever I want without penalty.
Drumming up some courage, I ask, “When do you plan on impregnating me?”
“Depends,” he answers.
I pause. How far can I go with the questions? I don’t want to push too far in fear of the possible consequences.
My hesitation must be obvious because Phoenix adds, “Ask your questions now if you have them.”
“What else will you do to me? To earn these comfort items.”
“Whatever I want.”
“After I’m pregnant, will you continue to fuck me?”
Phoenix closes the distance between us and kneels down on the floor next to me. He takes hold of my nipple and pinches. It hurts but not unbearably so. I gasp at the uninvited touch but don’t try to pull away.
“Would you like that, dove? For me to fuck you over and over forever?”