I am putting away these clothes, but I will definitely be ordering something that’s a bit more like me.
When I get done, I take the bags downstairs to throw them away before searching for Marco. He and that woman had disappeared about twenty minutes ago. I don’t know why I don’t like her but something about the way she looks at Marco pisses me off.
I go to open his office door and freeze when I hear moaning. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. When he said married, he apparently didn’t mean faithful. Never mind that I have to sleep in the same bed with him and that I have to go wherever he goes. I bet I won’t get the same privilege of fucking who I want.
I slowly open the door and find that Marco has the woman bent over his desk. They both have their back to me as he fucks her from behind. She is moaning and whimpering, just like I did in the woods. I suppose I should get checked for anything he may have given me.
I stand behind them as he pounds into her. They don’t realize that I am watching. I am trying to decide if I am angry or not. I didn’t want to be married to him, but I did promise to give it a realshot. For all I know, this could be his girlfriend and I’m just some helpless woman he felt obligated to help. Although, I still don't know why he decided to help me.
When Marco groans and pushes into her to come, I know what I’m going to do. I grab the handle and slam the door shut right as he is finishing. I want him to know that I saw it.
I race up the stairs when I hear his office door open. “Stella,” he calls out. I ignore him and go to the closet where I just put all of the clothes away and pull everything off, hangers and all. When I turn, he is walking into the room. His belt is undone, and he looks genuinely shocked. He was trying to hide his whore from me. He thought I would be preoccupied with the clothes long enough that he could get off. It’s not like he didn’t have the chance to yesterday. How fucking typical. Even when being held hostage, I’m still not good enough. The reminder that I am mad that Marco, the man who kidnapped me, was fucking someone in his office makes me furious.
“Stella,” he says breathlessly. “Stop and talk to me, please.”
“No thanks,” I say with a sweet smile. I push past him with all the clothing in my arms.
“Where are you going?” he asks as he follows me. I ignore him and walk through the house. I stop by the utility room and grab lighter fluid before going to the back patio. “Stella. Stop it and talk to me, please. This is insane.”
“Oh, like you when you were hiding in your office to fuck someone then acting surprised?” I ask as I dump all the clothes onto the concrete. “Isn’t itinsanethat you’ll come inher, but not me?Crazy, considering I’m not allowed to leave. I’ll have to get my kicks somehow.”
He reaches out like he is going to grab me, but he stops when I glare at him. “Touch me and I’ll fucking set you on fire too,” I growl at him. He puts his hands up as if to surrender then steps back and watches as I open the bottle of lighter fluid and dump it all over the new clothing.
I pull the matches from my pocket and strike one on the box. “I’ll make sure you regret fucking with my head, Marco,” I say as I toss the match on the clothes, causing the fire to flash across the pile. "I’d keep an eye on that if I were you.” I toss the pack of matches into the fire before turning and walking back into the house.
He doesn’t follow me this time. When I go inside the whore is leaning again the kitchen counter smirking. “Jealous?” she asks.
“Of you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry. I don’t want him or your church clothes.” I push past her and go to the front porch to sit.
By myself, I can think. My thoughts get interrupted when one of Marco’s men comes over to sit with me. His name is Anthony, I think.
“He in the doghouse already?” he asks.
“By in the doghouse, do you mean that whore?” I ask.
“Oh, shit. Did you catch him fucking Amber?” he asks, and I nod. “Is that why the backyard is on fire?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “The bitch brought me church clothes and came in here dressed like a street walker just to get bent over his desk. It just pissed me off.”
“Because he’s not fucking you?” he asks.
“No, he just sits there and wants me to trust him but then he hides like a fucking coward,” I say. “Why is it that he gets to go fuck whoever he wants, but I can’t?”
“Did he say that?”
“Well... no. I figured it was a common courtesy to not fuck others when you are married and sleeping in the same bed with them. If he wanted his dick wet, he shouldn’t have forced me to marry him.”
“Find someone to fuck then,” he shrugs.
“Are you volunteering?” I ask and he smirks at me.
“He would kill me if I started it...but...”
“If I did... then you would be just following his wife's orders,” I say.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says as his eyes scan my body. I see the growing bulge in his pants, and I smile.
“So, if I instruct you to bend me over this banister and fuck me, would you have to follow those orders?” I ask as I stand and hold out my hand for him.