Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“You can spend your time fixing up the place to suit. If there’s anything you need just let me know and I’ll see to it.” She looked around the room and then back at me.
“Did you steal this stuff?” She would like that, another reason for her to resist me. I didn’t tell her that I was rich, I didn’t want her making up her mind on account of that.
When she decided that she wanted to stay I wanted it to be because of me. I’ll settle for her falling in love with my cock more so than if it was my money that turned the tide.
“No. Now do you promise to be a good girl and stay put while I go tend the livestock? Rex will be right outside the door and if I’m not here to call him off he just might eat you before I get back in time to stop him.”
That put fear in her and I saw the wheels turning. “You shouldn’t have to sic your dog on a woman to keep her, that’s pathetic.”
“You could be right about that. But what’s more pathetic, a man who sees what he wants and goes after it, or one who fiddles around like a newborn babe not sure of himself or what he wants?”
“What’s the divorce rate out there again? Your mama was married three times and had a whole lot of boyfriends. You’ll only ever know one man in your whole life. One that will never mistreat you or treat our children the way you were treated.” I smirked at the look of disbelief on her face as I turned to walk away.
“How did you…?”
“I know everything about you. Think about that whenever you think about escaping. There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.” I walked out of the room and headed out the door to see about the farm.
12
Melanie
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For the next three days we had a routine. At least he had one. I was just the little puppet on his string. Every night after he took my body he made me sleep next to him, wrapped tightly in his arms with one of his legs thrown over mine. He might as well had tied me up again.
In the mornings, I woke to him already inside me or with his head between my thighs. Then he’d put one of those things in my ass twice a day. When we weren’t eating, sleeping or feeding the animals he was inside me.
I was still trying to figure him out. He never raised his voice, never hit me, and even when I got frustrated and hauled off and slugged him a time or two all he did was kiss me and take me to bed, and once on the kitchen table.
He talked about the farm, the future; our kids. Everything and anything except the one thing I wanted to know. Whenever I brought up the subject of him letting me go he just ignored me, or changed the subject.
And sometimes at night, he’d sing to me. He had an old guitar that he said belonged to his daddy and he’d taught himself how to play. His favorite song was Moon River from some movie I’d never heard of.
I wouldn’t tell him, but he had a beautiful voice. It put me at peace. He could go on and on for hours about the land and all the things he had planned for us and our as yet unborn children. Sometimes I could even see it plain as day.
Last night for the first time I was eager to get to bed. I wanted him and didn’t know what to do about that turn of events. It felt like maybe I should be trying harder to get away, not giving in to my plight.
I laid in bed early the next morning looking at the sunrise through the window while he laid behind me with his arms holding me tight. “Are you awake Angel?” He kissed my ear and squeezed me. “Isn’t this much better? Can you hear the birds singing? Do you see the sun climbing over the top of the tree line?”
Every morning he did this. It was as if he was trying to sell me on the idea of living here. I was afraid I was losing my will to fight, but every time I felt that way I just dug my heels in and fought all the harder.
I moved to get out of bed but his hands pulled me back. My body reacted, already preparing itself for his. I was becoming conditioned and he knew it the bastard.
“Lift your leg Angel.” I don’t know why he asked since he did it himself before sliding into me from behind. I bit my lip so the sigh of pleasure wouldn’t escape but I should’ve known he wouldn’t let that slide.