by Haley Monroe
“You like punishing me as much as I like receiving it, huh?” My hips lift and I jiggle my ass for him.
“Of course, Daddy loves his naughty little girl but,” he spanks my ass one more time then pulls my pants back up over my ass. Jacob rolls back on his feet and I turn on my side to face him. “I’m just happy to find you in a good mood, eating and relaxing so I won’t punish you tonight.” I purse my lips up at him and scowl.
“But what if I wanted more?” He takes my hand and helps me stand up. His mouth moves close to my ear and his whispers his next words.
“Then you’ll have to be a bad little girl and earn one.” A shiver zips down my spine and I moan softly.
“You’re a terrible influence.” I let my hand brush over his pecs and slip down his abs. I wish he was naked so I could feel his hot skin against my fingers. He hums against my ear lobe and I love the way he makes me feel. So small next to his big body and so hot when he breathes in my ear. “Asking me to get myself in trouble.” My hand continues down his body to rub against his soft cock through his pants. “I don’t ever want to go back in the chastity belt.” He chuckles and touches his knuckles to my chin, lifting my face to his.
“I won’t put you back in it, kitten.”
“Promise?” I feel his cock growing under my touch and my fingers curl around his member to stroke his length better.
“I promise. I want you to try new things with me, but if you find that you really don’t enjoy them, then I expect you to let me know. Your pleasure is always my goal, kitten. If it doesn’t please you then there is no point.”
“Good to know.” I smile and move my hand to rub my hips against his erection. His big hands slide down my body to grip my ass cheeks and he tugs me tighter against him. His head dips and his lips meet mine.
“I was worried about you. I’m glad you’re safe.”
“Steph is really great.” I whisper against his lips and drape my arms around his shoulders.
“She’s very good at her job, I’m happy the two of you get along so well. I have a feeling you will be a big distraction to her.” He chuckles. “But, we’ll find a way to handle that later on.”
“Can you find a way to handle me upstairs and fuck me, now?” I tease against his mouth and he moans.
“Mmm, I’d be delighted to take care of that right away.”
6
I’ve been living in the castle for two weeks and life is… fucking blissful. Steph is always around to fix me something to eat or to clean up after me. Jacob comes home after work, hungry for me in ways I’d only ever dreamed a man would be. I fall asleep in his arms, wake up in his arms and we get ready for the day together. I’ve been more present at work, taking an actual interest which as I found before, makes the days pass quicker.
Thankfully, I haven’t been too sick as the babies inside of me grow. They’ve definitely helped with my appetite though, that’s for sure. I’m ravenous all the time. Eating anything I can get my hands on. My body seems pleased with the added calories. I’m feeling stronger and more balanced than ever. To keep from growing too big, too fast, Steph and I have taken to walking the grounds every night just before Jacob is due home.
Our fast friendship feels more like a sisterhood than a regular old friendship and every day I make sure to tell her how thankful I am for her. Speaking of friends, I haven’t heard much from Miranda since she gave me the idea for a birthday threesome.
I’m alone in the house, Steph has gone out supply shopping and Jacob is off selling dream houses. I’m tucked up in a chair in his office, the fire place burning to keep me warm as I think that it’s past time I checked in on her. I watch the flames dancing and decide right then that I wants to move in fully to the castle and sell my little house. I am going to be married to the best realtor in the country, I’m sure he can help me navigate through the selling process.
I pick up my cell phone from the arm of the chair and dial Miranda. She answers on the third ring, sounding a little out of breath.
“Hey, bitch.” Her usual greeting makes me smile.
“Hey, yourself.” I feel weird, like there is a distance between us that I didn’t notice until recently. “What are you up to today?”
“I’m running.” She pants. “On the stupid treadmill. I hope you are calling to save me?”
“I am, actually.” I laugh. “You never run, why are you running?”
“Gah,” she gargles a sigh. “Daddy says I’m getting lazy and it’s starting to show around my middle. Some bullshit about how he wants me to be healthy or some other dumb thing. I dunno.” I hear the beep that signals her turning off the machine and the steady whizzing I was hearing in the background is gone now. “So what are we doing? Drinks?”
“Um, no.” I haven’t told her I’m pregnant yet and I wonder how she’ll react to the news. A month ago she would have been the only person I told and now, I’m not sure if I even want to tell her. “Jacob asked me to move in with him and I was wondering if you’d help me pack up the house?”
“Ugh, from one work out to the other? Did Tom tell you to ask me?”
“No,” I chuckle. “And I don’t think you’re getting lazy, but I’m glad he’s making you take care of your health.”
“You’re one to talk.” She snaps and it hurts. I look down at my belly and my hand rubbing over my tee shirt. “Yeah, fine. I’ll meet you there in like half an hour?”
“That sounds great.” I lie. I wish I hadn’t called. I should have just gone over to the house by myself and got it done without involving her, but I’m still scared to be there alone.
“‘Kay.” She grumbles. “See you then.”
“Yup, see you then.” She hangs up first and I stare at the screen of my phone. When did my best friend turn into something other than my best friend? We haven’t even spoken about her never showing up to my house the day Samuel attacked me in the grocery store. I can’t help but feel awkward and still a little mad over the whole situation.
I shake my head hoping to shake off the thoughts and push myself out of the chair to get ready. I find a pair of sneakers still in my overstuffed suitcase that’s crashing on Jacob’s bedroom floor and slip my feet into them. Then I text Jacob quickly to let him know where I’ll be and when I plan on coming back. He doesn’t reply by the time I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and I stuff my phone in my purse assuming he’s just busy with work.
Steph’s still not home so I doddle around the kitchen for a little while, killing as much time as possible before I jump in the car and drive to my house. All the while I’m driving, I make a list in my head of things that will have to be done in order to sell the house. First, I’ll need to move everything out. There is no need for my cheap furniture in Jacob’s luxury home, maybe I’ll have a yard sale and get some extra cash to spend on baby things. Second, I’ll either have to clean the house thoroughly myself or hire a company to do it for me. Hiring sounds easier, doing it myself sounds cheaper. Then I’ll have to fix up the landscaping or again, hire someone to do it for me. I know Jacob would happily pay for all of these things to get done, one less thing for me to worry over he’d say, but it is my house.
I should handle some of it myself, pregnant or not. People do it every day, I shouldn’t be any different. Instead of driving straight to the house, I take a detour to the dollar store to pick up cleaning supplies. I load my cart with new rags, sponges, scrub brushes and chemical filled cleaners. It’s the dollar store, I can’t help but over flow the cart with shit, I probably don’t need. I remember if I’m going to pack, I’m going to need boxes. A quick stop at the U-haul store and I think I’m ready to do the damn thing.
I’m beginning to feel good about the decision to sell the house when I pull into the driveway. I take a few extra minutes to look around the house, the yard and the neighbors again, but I see no sign of anyone. No Samuel and no Miranda. With a heavy sigh, I say “fuck it,” and climb out of the car.
Some stupid stranger isn’t going to
make me scared of my own house. Its takes two trips to carry all of my cleaning supplies into the house and one more for the stack of boxes I picked up last minute. I dump everything in the kitchen and try to figure out where to start. Thankfully, the house is small, but it’s still a big job for one person.
I push my headphones into my ears and with a shrug, dig into the mess. I start in the smallest room of the house, the bathroom and make two piles. One of things to stack neatly inside of my boxes and one to throw out. The throw out pile is growing much quicker than the pack pile and I leave the bathroom to grab a roll of heavy duty trash bags, I keep under the kitchen sink. A quick peek out the window tells me Miranda still has yet to show up.
Back in the bathroom, I shove everything in the trash bag and keep working. Before I know it the bathroom is bare and only a few things have found their way into the packing box. I decide it’d be best to clean as I go, a slow and steady kind of thing. Back in the kitchen I grab the cleaning supplies I’ll need, check the window again and dance my way back into the bathroom when the driveway is still clear except for my little car.
I get so lost in my work that I don’t notice when the shadows from the bright sun cross the room until I’m blinking in the dimness of dusk, unable to see the things in front of my face. I wipe my forearm across my sweaty forehead and push myself up from the bed room floor. The whole day has passed me by without me realizing, but when I look around, I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished by myself.
The bathroom is bare and cleaned. The kitchen is packed up, boxes stacked neatly along the wall and now the bedroom is all boxed up as well. I leave the bedroom to check the time on the oven’s clock. Seven fifteen?! Where’s Miranda, why didn’t she ever show up? My emotions go from settled to annoyed, super quickly.
I turn to grab my purse from the kitchen table where I left it but it’s gone. I stare at the table, still littered with cleaning items and some unfolded boxes, no purse. I look under the table, then spin around in a circle, checking the counters and every surface in this stupid kitchen up it’s not here. “What the fuck?” I ask the empty room. I walk the house, room by room, looking to see if I carried it with me as I was cleaning and forgot, but it’s nowhere to be found. Frustrated, I leave the house through the kitchen door to look in the car. I could swear I brought it inside! I yank the driver’s side door open and bend inside the car, crawling partway on the driver’s seat to look under the passenger seat. It’s not in here either. I lean back and punch the steering wheel.
“Looking for something?” A dark voice asks from behind me. Icy chills run down my spine as I turn to look over my shoulder. The dark figure of a man is standing very close behind me and I know it’s not a friendly figure.
My mouth opens, but not a sound comes out. Carefully, I shift my body to sit on the driver’s seat. My eyes scan the open door, he’s standing too close for me to shut myself into the safety of my car. Not that it would matter, I don’t have my phone or keys. I’d just be trapped in here until he decided to leave.
The kitchen door is still open too, but I’d have to run really fast to get there without him following me inside. Fear is making my thoughts run all over the place and my limbs feel frozen on the spot. In my mind, I’m playing it cool. I tell him I’m just looking for my bag and he hands it over then I dial 911 while casually walking into the house. Leaving him out here with his creepy self, but reality is nothing like that. I’m a statue.
“We didn’t get to finish our little conversation in the grocery store.” Samuel cocks his head to the side, my purse swinging from his outstretched arm.
“Wh-what do you want?” My voice is shaky and low.
“Just you, sweetheart.” His grin is so wide that all I can see is his white teeth in the dark. His other hand snakes out and grips my arm, just around my bicep. His fingers dig into my skin deeply and I let out a scream.
“Let go, you’re hurting me.” He drags me from the car. I stumble to the ground, the cement chewing up my knees through my thin leggings. He ignores my pleas and cries of pain. His hold only gets tighter as he drags me behind him. I kick my legs and pull on my arm, trying to get away from him and get to my house, but he’s too strong. He yanks me, jarring my shoulder as he walks calmly towards the house next door. He drags me like it takes no effort on his part at all.
I start to scream. Yelling as loudly as I can for help. We’re half way across the yard when he turns and kicks me right in the side. My hip is in the dirt, scratched up and wet from the ground his drug me on. The kick is shocking and I double over. I cough and tears run quickly down my cheeks. My fear and the pain mingling together to overwhelm me.
“Shut your mouth.” He snaps and begins to pull again. The sun has set now and there are no street lights out here. I can’t see anything as he pulls me toward his equally dark house. I know that once he gets me inside there, I’m fucked. I have to save myself out here before it’s really too late.
“Stop! Help, please! Someone help me!” I scream and try to wrench my arm from Samuel’s grip. My arm stings where his finger’s get ripped from my arm. I scratch at the dirt, crawling to get my footing. I scramble trying to get up and get away.
Samuel is still so close, I can’t seem to get anywhere. His fist grabs a handful of my hair at the back of head and he snaps my neck back. I see the beam of headlight flash across his face and a small glimmer of hope sparks to life in my belly. “Shut up, shut up!” He kicks my knee out from under me, the small amount of ground I’d gained is gone. My hair feels like it’s being ripped from my skull as I fall on my chest. “Get up now!” He yells in my ear and yanks me up by my hair.
“HELP ME! Please!” I cry out again and hear the sound of a car door slam. I finally get my feet under me as I’m forced to stand. My knees sting, my hip burns and my throat feels raw from screaming. Hot tears leak down my cheeks, mixed with snot as I sniffle.
“Hannah?” Jacob’s voice makes me yell out a relived gasp.
“Jacob, Help!” I scream again. My hands reach behind me to grab at Samuel’s wrist, trying to free his hand from my hair.
“Hannah?” Jacob yells again. His voice sounds closer.
“I’ll get you, you dirty bitch.” Samuel growls. “Just fucking wait.” His hand releases my hair and he shoves at my back. Throwing me straight to the ground. I land on my belly, my arms too weak from fighting to catch myself properly. I taste dirt in my mouth and try to spit it out. Everything fucking hurts.
A pair of hands grab my shoulders. They are urgent yet gentle as they turn me over. I push and shove at the hands. Screaming again for Jacob’s to save me. To please, please get me out of this nightmare. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. I got you now. I got you.” I blink at the darkness. It’s so fucking dark now, I can’t even see the outline of Jacob’s face or my own hands for that matter.
“Jacob?” I wheeze his name. “Where is he? Don’t let him get away.”
“Let’s get you inside, kitten. It’s too dark for me to chase him now. We’ll call the police.”
“Everything hurts.” I whimper. “My stomach,” I sob my fears to my partner. “He. He kicked me and I fell on,”
“Shh, Hannah.” His hands run through my messy hair. “One thing at a time, okay, baby?” I try to stand again but a shooting pain in my side knocks the wind out of me. “Hold on to my neck.” Jacob instructs and as my hands lock around his neck, I break down even further.
The relief that I’m in his arms, the fear for my babies and the worry that Samuel is still close and could still hurt both of us, makes the tears rain down my cheeks. Jacob lifts me in his arms and my whole side hurts as it rests against his chest. He walks quickly, but carefully, into my house. Shutting and locking the door before turning on the lights.
The bright kitchen lights sting my tired eyes and I close them. Jacob lowers me gently to the kitchen table and I blink my eyes open, letting them adjust to the lights slowly. Jacob’s fingers dance along my jaw as he lifts my face towards th
e light. “Fuck.” Jacob hisses angrily. “Stay still, okay, baby?” I nod and wipe my face with my dirty, scratched up palms. Jacob turns his back to me and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, I need an ambulance.” My brows wrinkle together at his words. I’m hurt but I don’t think it’s that serious, until I look down.
My leggings are covered in blood and not just my knees and hip. My crotch and inner thighs are soaked in a dark red. I start to panic. I can hear Jacob’s voice as he gives my address and information to the dispatcher but his voice starts to fade out as the kitchen begins to spin. My hands grip my head and I try to speak out, try to warn Jacob that I’m going to faint, but I can’t speak. Just before the world tips and goes black, Jacob turns to face me and the last thing I see is him diving to catch me before I fall off the kitchen table.
7
I’m growing really tired of waking up in the fucking hospital. That’s my first thought when I open my eyes and recognize the beeping sounds and the smell of the hospital. This time there is no doctor in my face or little flash lights being stuck in my eye. The room is quiet and I’m in the only one in it. Guess this time I’m not in the ER.
I try to take notes of how fucked up my body is. I wiggle my fingers and my toes. Everything in between aches when I do so. My left leg hurts the most. I lift my hands from under the blankets and look at the tiny holes in the heels of my palms from where I hit the cement.
The sound of a toilet flushes and I lift my eyes to one of the two doors in my room. It opens slowly and then Jacob is here. He notices I’m awake and runs to my side. He sits on the side of the bed carefully and places my head between his hands. He leans forward and presses kisses to my forehead.
“The babies?” I ask in a soft voice, scared to hear what could have happened to them in the struggle.
