Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Jane watched his back, eager for him to be gone.
But instead of going up the stairs, he sat down on the bottom step and fixed his gaze on her. “Go on, girl. Get a move on. Do your business and then eat your breakfast. You better make it snappy. Brenda will be down soon, and I want to have my own fun first.
It took Jane a second to process that “do your business” meant use the toilet. Except there was no toilet. Just a drain and a spread of old newspaper.
In spite of herself and all they’d already done to her, Jane’s face heated at the thought of peeing in front of him. But, having given in to her thirst in the night, her bladder was now painfully full.
Averting her eyes, she hurried over the bare concrete floor to the drain in the back corner. Squatting with her back to him, she peed as fast as she could. There was no toilet paper and she certainly wasn’t about to ask that bastard for any. Not knowing what else to do, she tore a piece of newspaper and used it to wipe herself as best she could. When she was done, she rose stiffly to her feet once more, taking the bit of soiled newsprint with her.
Feeling Robert’s lecherous gaze on her, she sidled to the diaper pail and depressed the lever with her bare foot. She dropped the newspaper scrap inside and let the lid close. She could feel his menacing presence just a few feet from her, but she didn’t lift her head.
She would have dearly liked to wash her hands and face and brush her teeth, but she was afraid to ask. Instead, stomach rumbling, she hurried back to her food tray. There was a paper cup of water and a plastic cup of black coffee on the tray, along with a paper plate heaped with scrambled eggs, bacon and a piece of toast. A plastic fork rested on a paper towel beside the food.
She drank the water first, which soothed her sore, dry throat. Next, she picked up the coffee mug and took a sip. It was bitter without milk or sugar, and she set it back down. Taking the flimsy fork, she scooped up a big bite of the egg.
Before the abduction, she’d rarely given much thought to food—it was just a means to fill her belly. But now the buttery, rich flavor of the eggs made her moan aloud with pleasure.
Aware he might remove the tray at any moment, Jane ate quickly, relishing the salty crunch of the bacon and the perfect complement of the lightly buttered toast. Even the bitter coffee felt warm going down. His declaration that it might be her last meal for a while made her pick up the paper plate and lick it clean. She lifted the coffee cup to her lips and tipped it to catch the few remaining drops.
“Time’s up,” Robert said abruptly. “I’m ready to have some fun.”
~*~
Robert got to his feet, eager to get started. He was aware Brenda was watching from the closed-circuit TV upstairs. That added an extra bit of spice to the proceedings. He liked it when Brenda got a little jealous. It kept her on her toes. Not that he’d ever take it too far.
While Robert was, of course, the man of the house, Brenda had sole control of their various bank accounts, and made sure Robert knew it. As the only child of the owner of a huge, very successful frozen fish wholesale company, her funds were unlimited. Robert’s allowance, however, was not. Thus, he was careful not to go too far. He didn’t like to piss Brenda off, and sometimes the line between what amused her and what enraged her wasn’t all that clear. Things were always better when they had a new toy to play with. Whatever happened, it was the toy’s fault, not his.
Now, he stared down at their latest acquisition. She sat on an exercise mat, her knees drawn up to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs. Her hair was a tangled mess and there were purple bruises of fatigue beneath her blue-gray eyes. She stared up at him, fear and trepidation on her face.
From her driver’s license, he knew she was twenty-four. While he doubted she was a virgin—he couldn’t imagine anyone could possibly be a virgin by that age—Robert had the definite impression this one was very inexperienced. She would probably freak out at his huge dick. It would be fun to do all sorts of wonderful, terrible things to her, knowing she didn’t have a thing to say about it except, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Please sir, may I have some more?”
Jane’s obvious fear made his cock hard, and he stroked it through his PJs. “Get up,” he ordered. “I need to hose you down before we play. You stink.”