Chained

by Jaimie Roberts

  “That wasn’t Viagra and you know it. No way could that have been Viagra.” My breath came harder as he pulled my skirt up.

  I moaned and Zac smiled. “It was for the best, baby. You were going to be mine anyway. I just wanted you to be more willing. I kind of knew you were going to be a bit difficult without it. I was just making it easier for you.”

  I should have been angry with him. In fact, I should have beat him senseless, but the only senseless thing I wanted was to be fucked hard and fast.

  My god. What was I turning into? I was suddenly this crazy woman who cursed and wanted sex twenty-four/seven. This wasn’t me. It couldn’t be.

  Zac hovered over my lips, erasing all thoughts of anything else. He lingered there just long enough for that burn to intensify.

  “Please,” I begged.

  Zac smiled. “That’s better.”

  He closed his mouth over mine, making me moan. I was like a raging animal, tugging and pulling at his shirt, determined to get his clothes off and feel his skin on mine. I needed to feel all of him on me.

  Zac pulled away long enough to yank my bra from my body. He growled when he saw my breasts and bent down to take my nipple into his mouth.

  My hand went through his hair in a frenzy. If I thought the burn couldn’t get any worse, I was wrong. “Zac, I need you. I need you inside me. Please.”

  I was panting and by no way in control of my actions. My body was taking control, completely and utterly frantic for its release.

  “Fuck. I can never control myself around you.”

  He licked and sucked on my other nipple as he tried undoing his trousers. I bent down and yanked at his belt, earning a little laugh from Zac.

  “My baby wants me so badly. I’m not going to disappoint her.” He claimed my mouth again and rubbed his thumb over my nipple. I thought I was going to burst.

  “Please,” I begged. It was becoming painful. I thought it was supposed to be better after last night, but just being in the same room as him had me starting all over again.

  Zac ignored me, keeping up his onslaught of kissing me and feeling my breasts. I was almost feeling like I could orgasm just from this alone, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

  “Zac, it hurts.”

  He stopped and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it good for you, okay?”

  I nodded, knowing what he was doing but not caring. He was deliberately making me so desperate for him that when the time was right, he would become my saviour. Right now, I was beyond desperate, and his sweet words were only making the pull to him even stronger.

  With one quick tug, he tore my knickers off. As Zac undid his trousers, he looked down between my legs.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

  He cupped his erection in his hands, causing my mouth to almost dribble with desire. I yanked him closer because even looking at it was making the burn intensify.

  Zac chuckled a little, but wasted no time. He positioned himself at my wet entrance and I grabbed his shoulders, waiting for that feeling of euphoria to overcome me. I dug my nails into his arms, awaiting the power I knew would come at any second. I could feel myself swelling inside and I knew only Zac could take it away.

  The burn at feeling him at my entrance went to an all-time high. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight beyond the need to have him inside me.

  I was about to beg again when Zac pushed himself inside of me with one quick thrust.

  That was it. My walls clenched around him in one of the most amazing orgasms. It was not as intense as last night, but it was still more intense than I’d ever had before.

  “Oh god!” I cried, scratching at his arms and yanking him to my mouth.

  “Shit, Livy. I’m sorry I left you again. I thought you would be better by now.” He pushed himself deep within me and moaned. “Shit, you feel so good, baby.”

  I was in another world, basking in the glow of my orgasm. The feel of him pushing inside of me just added to my spasms. Every movement he made inside me had the pleasurable burn creeping up.

  Wrapping my legs around him, Zac rubbed his hand from my knee to the top of my thigh before squeezing.

  I moaned again. Just that simple touch had it building back up with a vengeance.

  “I know you have one more left for me, Livy. Give it to me, baby. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

  All of a sudden, his movements got faster and harder. The table was making the most awful thudding sound with each thrust, but I didn’t care about anything apart from my next orgasm.

  “Livy!” Zac screamed, and that was it. I fell over the edge again, screaming out so loud, the whole house must have heard.

  My walls clamped down on him again as his pace quickened. “Fuck!” he yelled, his back arching with his own release. His whole body went rigid for a second as I felt him pulsating inside me.

  Again, the guilt quickly surfaced, but it was a calm guilt with Zac so close to me. I hated that I needed him. He knew I had an addictive personality and used that to his advantage. Zac was my addiction now. He knew it. I knew it. There was no going back.

  This was my life.

  “You’re being so nice to me,” I whispered.

  Zac’s heavy breathing stopped a moment before he pulled away to look at me. “Livy, I’ve always been nice to you.”

  I shook my head. “Not like this.”

  Zac laughed a little. “That’s because you weren’t properly mine back then. Now that you’ve given into me a hundred percent, there isn’t any going back. I will give you everything, Livy. I just ask for your loyalty in return.”

  I sniggered. “And a child.”

  Zac didn’t hear the level of sarcasm in my voice. If he did, he chose to ignore it. Instead, he laughed. “At this rate, I won’t have any problems getting you pregnant.”

  I knew he knew more, but I’d be damned if I let him know that I did.

  He pulled out of me and I winced. “Are you okay? Has it eased it a little?”

  I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

  Zac pulled his trousers up and did his buttons. He picked up my panties and smelled them. “Fuck. That’s the best fragrance in the world.” He pocketed them, earning him a shocked look from me. “What?”

  “You’re not going to take them, are you?”

  He nodded. “Damn right.”

  I sorted my bra out and pulled my shirt across my chest. Zac made a move to leave. “Where are you going?”

  He sighed, but turned around with a smile. “I’m going to make some phone calls. I suggest you go upstairs to our room and wait for me. I doubt you’re done.”

  I looked for any signs of annoyance. “Does that bother you?”

  Zac closed the distance between us and cupped my chin with his fingers. “Baby, if you think it does, you obviously don’t know me by now.” He moved away with a smile.

  “I don’t know you at all,” I whispered.

  Zac stopped and I thought I had really pissed him off. A new feeling washed over me. It was like fear and desire all rolled into one. My god, won’t it ever stop?!

  Without turning around, he said, “You know all you need to know about me, Livy. Now, get upstairs. I’ll be up as quickly as I can.” He walked out of the kitchen.

  Once he was out of sight, an overwhelming loss came over me. What was it that made me want him so much? I hated him, yet I couldn’t stand to be without him. Surely he didn’t want me like this. Surely no man would want a clingy woman. It didn’t make any sense to me.

  Deciding to think about something else, I looked around and saw the mess I had created on the floor. I bent to pick it up.

  “Leave that. Someone will clean it up.”

  I looked up at Ian, feeling the flames hit my cheeks. I clasped my open top closed to hide my modesty as much as possible.

  “I made the mess. I should clean it.” I started to bend down again, but Ian grabbed my hand. I looked over at his smiling face.r />
  “It’s okay, Livy. That’s why we have people working here who do this sort of thing. It’s their job to clean up. Not yours.”

  I felt my anger boil up. I couldn’t even do something as simple as picking up the broken pieces of a plate scattered across the floor. The broken plate that was my fault because I couldn’t keep my hormones under control.

  I felt the tears brimming again, but I was determined not to cry. This morning, I cried, mourning the loss of Kit, the loss of a real relationship. Now, I had to be strong. I had to accept this as my fate and move on. Zac was my destiny now.

  Feeling the little hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention at the thought of Zac, I decided to make a move. I didn’t say anything more to Ian. Instead, I walked past him and out the door. As I moved to the staircase, I spotted Maria outside, talking to one of the men. Her hand was lovingly stroking his arm as if in comfort.

  I moved up one step and she looked at me, a knowing smile on her face. Her eyes landed on my ripped blouse and her smile widened as she winked at me.

  I didn’t want to stand around anymore. Being alone in my room sounded like a pretty good idea right about now. I was used to being shut off from the world and it amazed me how quickly I had entered into it again.

  As I got near to the top of the stairs, I could hear whispers. “Did you hear her screaming? Fuck. I nearly came in my pants myself. She sounds like a wildcat.”

  My eyes closed, knowing who they were talking about. I really didn’t want to go further. I could just turn back and wander around the house. Looking down, I knew that wasn’t possible. I needed to change.

  Sighing, I climbed up to the top of the stairs. I heard another man say, “Craig said she has the most amazing tits he’s ever–”

  I came into view when he said this. There were three of them, all with smiles on their faces. Smiles which were quickly wiped off once they saw me.

  One of them cleared his throat and nodded. “Miss.”

  I nodded back and quickly turned toward my room. I heard whispering, then laughter as I opened the door and slammed it behind me.

  I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be as far away as possible. Thinking quickly, I rummaged through the wardrobe and came across a bikini. I knew there was a pool because I remember swimming in it when I was little. I loved that day. It was one of my very few fond memories.

  Deciding I needed a break, I got undressed and put the red bikini on. It left little to the imagination, but I didn’t care. I was pissed at everyone, pissed at my life and, most of all, pissed at Zac for making me crave him again.

  I grabbed a towel and marched into the hallway. Those three men were still there and snapped their mouths shut when they saw me emerge. In fact, I think their eyes bulged out of their heads a little.

  Ignoring them, I made my way down the stairs, a hundred sets of eyes watching my every move. I could see their hesitation. I could tell they didn’t know whether or not to stop me. They obviously hadn’t been given instructions about what to do if I did this sort of thing. I bet Zac never thought I would go against him.

  I was about to go out into the sunshine when the biggest man I had ever seen blocked my path. “You’re not allowed out there, miss.”

  So they had been given some instructions about me. “Why not?”

  “Boss wants you in the house.”

  I placed my hand on my hip. “And your boss’ name is…?” I motioned with my hand for him to continue, but I was met with silence. I started laughing. “You don’t know what it is, do you? You have no clue.” I moved to get past him, but he blocked me again. “I want to go for a swim.”

  He shook his head. “I can’t let you outside.”

  I huffed, wondering what the hell to do next. Suddenly, I had a stroke of genius. “If you don’t let me outside, I’ll tell your boss you were touching my breast.”

  He looked down at my chest and back up again. “I haven’t touched you.”

  Grabbing his hand, I placed it on my left breast and started to scream Zac’s name when his other hand went over my mouth.

  “Please don’t say anything.”

  I smiled, but noticed he still had his hand firmly on my breast. I looked at him, but it didn’t register…until I looked down at my breast again.

  He immediately snatched his hand away and I took that as my opportunity to step around him. “Thank you,” I sang, walking towards the pool.

  It was actually a beautiful day. I was wondering whether it would be hot enough to get in the water, but the thought of feeling the cold was welcome to me. I needed it after letting my hormones run wild. In fact, the colder the water, the better.

  I threw my towel on the lounge chair and dived in. My breath immediately caught. As I surfaced, I took a few gasps, letting the cold sink deep within me.

  I had to start swimming so my body could get used to the temperature. I started with the breast stroke, then moved onto the front crawl. I did twenty of each before I calmed a little and felt the water become warmer around me. Once satisfied, I pulled my legs up and floated on the surface. I felt the sun hit my skin, the only sound filling the air was the birds singing overhead. I found peace in times like this. Peace I knew wouldn’t last long.

  “Who the fuck let her out here? Stop looking at her. Turn around, you fuckers!”

  I had to bite my lip to stop the laughter. I knew laughing at Zac wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t help it.

  “This is not funny, Livy. You were supposed to be upstairs. You disobeyed my orders.”

  I looked up at my lord and master. He was mad, but instead of feeling fear, it did something quite the opposite.

  I swam to the ladder and pulled myself up. I heard Zac growl as I appeared at the top. My nipples were instantly erect and waiting, just like he wanted them to be.

  For a moment, he stared at them, but then clarity must have hit him because he raced to grab my towel. I looked around and saw three men with their backs turned to me. I couldn’t help but giggle.

  Zac’s thunderous look wasn’t lost on me. He was angry. It was a look that used to send my skin prickling, but my skin had other ideas right now.

  Without a word, Zac wrapped me with a towel and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed as he walked briskly back towards the house.

  I watched in horror as all the men smiled when we passed them. Zac quickly took the stairs and opened the bedroom door with a thud. He gently set me down, then took a couple steps back.

  “I was going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with you, Livy, but after that stunt, you can sit in here alone. I won’t be in to see you until tomorrow morning. This is your punishment, Livy. This is your fault.”

  I started to object, but he was out the door and locking it behind him faster than I could utter a word.

  I sank down on the bed with a sigh. I was his prisoner now. I wanted him so badly and he knew it. He was making me pay the only way he knew how.

  By taking away my drug of choice.

  Chapter 20

  I lay on the bed, bored out of my mind. Eventually, I fell asleep. When I woke, my mouth was dry and my stomach cried out for food. I had nothing to keep me company. No TV. No paper to doodle or draw on. No books to read. The only saving grace was a small radio I found buried underneath some clothes in one of the drawers.

  I had been listening to it for the last hour. Listening to song after song. The one I was listening to now was quite apt in my situation. It was called “You Ruin Me” by the Veronicas.

  Zac had ruined me. As long as he was in my life, I knew he would ruin me.

  So I lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the words of the song roll around in my head. Once it had finished, I wondered what suitable song would describe mine and Kit’s relationship.

  It was funny how Kit suddenly became a distant memory. I was taken only yesterday, yet it felt like it had been months.

  It wasn’t normal. I knew that much. I was in love with Kit.
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  I am in love with Kit.

  When I think it now, the overwhelming pain doesn’t drown me under its never-ending torrent. It was almost as if my head knew it as fact, but my heart didn’t bleed about it like it did yesterday. I should feel something, anything, but no emotion surfaced. It was like I had become numb again, but I hadn’t needed alcohol as my crutch this time. In fact, I wasn’t craving it at all. I had replaced one craving with another.

  And there I was, as pathetic as any person could be, waiting and yearning for her master. I knew I was crazy, but I ignored the little voice inside my head. It was like I had this switch, and Zac just flicked his finger over it.

  I hated it

  I loved it.

  I wasn’t sure how much longer I lay there before I heard the door unlock. As soon as it opened, I shot up, eager to see him, disappointed when I saw it was Ian. I liked Ian, but my body craved Zac. It only wanted Zac.

  This was how desperate I had become.

  “I brought you some food.” He smiled timidly at me, walking in with a tray of pasta and cheese. Also on the tray was a glass of something fizzy.

  Wasting no time, I scooted over, picked up the glass and downed it. I was so thirsty.

  When I looked back at Ian, he didn’t look too happy. “When was the last time you ate or drank anything?”

  I stared back at him. As if he didn’t know… “Since I was in the kitchen with you. You know that.”

  Ian cursed under his breath, picked up the glass, and walked towards the door. “I’m getting you another. Be back in a couple minutes.”

  With Ian out of the room, I set to work on eating the pasta. It was just as nice as the eggs this morning. Whoever this chef was, he was good. He knew just the right amount of flavouring to put on the eggs, the right amount of cheese to put on the pasta.

  I was already into my seventh mouthful by the time Ian came back up with the drink. He handed it to me and I nodded my thanks. I was too busy chewing to say anything.

  Once I’d finished my next mouthful, I was full enough to talk. “Where is he?”