It must be my imagination.
I tell her she needs to do better. That her only purpose now is to serve me and please me. I demand that she learn how to suck my cock and take me whenever I choose. I ask her if she can do these things, and she tries to nod. Then she murmurs yes around me, her voice vibrating against my dick. It sends me spinning out of control, and I pull away from the warmth of her mouth at the last moment to teach her one more lesson as I spill my come over her face and her lips.
I milk every last drop from my dick before I squeeze it back between her lips and tell her to clean me off.
She licks me clean.
Softly.
Gently.
Sweetly.
All while my come drips down her chin and her throat. When she is finished, she tries to wipe it away with her hand, and I stop her.
“No.”
She looks up at me, used and filthy and mine.
“Let it dry.”
The contempt flashes in her eyes again, but she only nods. And then a quiet question, spoken politely, the way a good girl should.
“May I have some food now?”
“When I have finished my dinner.”
She nods and remains on the floor between my legs while I eat the rest of my meal. And when I am done, I keep my word to her.
This time.
I allow her to make herself a tin of soup from the cupboard. She does not protest, and she eats too quickly, burning her tongue in the process.
I watch her eat like a wild animal, my dried come still on her face. Her body naked and available to me for whatever I may wish. And I feel the undesirable urge to hold her. To kiss her. To reward her in another way and tell her how good she is.
But I do not.
Instead, I wait until she is finished. And then I lead her back to the conservatory. Binding her to the bed for the rest of the night.
Chapter Eleven
When he comesfor me the next morning, I am exhausted. And emotional. The fear of the piano room still lingers, but my hostility cannot be contained.
"You can't leave me tied up like this," I tell him. "I'm not an animal. This isn't right, Javi. You have to know this isn't right."
He looks at me, but I can’t make him out from beneath the hood this time. It's pulled low over his eyes, and he has to tilt his head just to see out of it.
"Is that challenge I hear in your voice, Bella?"
Even though his voice is harsh, he sounds pleased. I don’t understand it.
I did not imagine the accent during my breakdown. It is still there. His words are not disjointed. They are eloquent and musical. And I think that his file was wrong. I think he has been speaking for many years without a hitch. It is perfectly natural to him.
"What do you want from me?" I ask. "You need to tell me, Javi. I can't do what you want if I don't know what it is."
“This is not your concern,” he says. “I will have what I want regardless, my Bella. You will stay here. And I will own you.”
I swallow and try not to lose it completely. I need to be calm. Freaking out will get me nowhere right now. Because if I'm calm, then maybe he will let his guard down and I can run.