Chapter 4: I belong to him

I couldn’t believe he just said that.

“S…sir?” My voice trembled, giving away my fear

“I do not like repeating myself" his voice was dangerously low.

Tears welled up in my eyes. No man had ever seen me naked.

“Please, sir ….I …I can’t. You can’t ask me to do that,” I pleaded, hoping to change his mind.

 “I can ask you to do whatever, You belong to me !” He growled possessively or angrily …or both.

“As your slut?” I sniffed remembering when someone asked whose slut I was at the ball.

He stood up and walked slowly towards me. I watched him, he had a perfectly toned body. His

smooth hairless broad chest begged me to run my hands over them.

What was I thinking, why was I having such thoughts towards him? I internally face-palmed

He stopped very close to me, so close that our chests almost touched. He smelled delicious and it made my core throb. I need to stop having this kind of thought but I almost couldn’t help it.

He was drop-dead gorgeous and handsome and everything a woman’s dream man needed to be.

His face was sculpted to perfection, his nose pointed, his lips full and sensual; a dull shade of pink. They looked very soft and kissable. His jawline and cheekbone were chiselled in the best way I’d ever seen. His hair was messy probably from running his hands through it during his shower because it was perfectly styled earlier at the ball.

I let out a small whimper when he grabbed my waist and he gave me a knowing smirk.

“You’re aroused “ it wasn’t a question.

“N..no” I played with my fingers nervously.

“You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.

Fucking whore” he snorted.

“I’m not a whore “ my voice broke

“Take off your clothes now!” It was an order, I looked at his face. It was emotionless, his eyes

dark like those of a predator ready to devour a prey.

I was so scared of him. I couldn’t even scream for help and I was sure that if I did no one would

come to my rescue.

Obediently, I pulled my silk nightdress over my head, and I stood in front of him wearing only a pair of lace panties.

I used my hands to cover my boobs.

“Take those off too” he pointed at my panties

“Now!” He added when I hesitated

The tears fell freely now.

I slowly pulled off my panties while he watched. I could see the growing bulge in his trousers, and for some reason, I wanted to feel it. What is wrong with you, Beth?

He stretched out his hands to collect my panties and then he sniffed it. I felt my pussy tingle when he did that. I wanted him to touch me….I need to stop.

“Stand erect!” He ordered, and I obeyed with no hesitation, but I looked down.

He slowly lifted my tear-stained face so that I was looking into his eyes.

I could feel how hard my nipples were from his gaze. He held them both with his fingertips and squeezed the taut nub gently, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. I slapped my hand over my mouth embarrassed.

“Fucking whore”, he whispered, and I felt ashamed.

“We would wait until you’re officially mine until we are married “ he sat down on the extra large king-sized bed. I think the bed was customized or something.

“Ma…married?” I widened my eyes. I didn’t think he was going to marry me, I thought I was just a commodity to him. This was great news; we would then be equals, and he’d treat me with some respect. I liked the idea.

“You seem to stutter a lot, Elizabeth ”

Something about how he said my name made shivers run down my spine. The way his name rolled off his tongue like he was tasting it.

“Are you a stammerer?” He sounded irritated

“No sir,” I answered quickly so as not to annoy him further. The truth was he always made me nervous around him and I stuttered when I was nervous.

“Then stop it . It gets on my fucking nerves"

“I’m sorry sir” I struggle to say without stuttering.

“To answer your question we are getting married tomorrow so brace yourself. Now get out“ he dismissed without giving me time to process what the freak just happened and what he just said.

That’s so sudden

 I hurriedly put on my night dress and holding my panties in my palm , I scurry to my own room feeling dirty and harassed.

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I check my phone, it’s just 9pm. I don’t usually go to bed early so I was very much awake.

I thought about everything and the situation of my new life. I knew I had lost the job at the coffee shop and also the job at the club because Zoe couldn’t cover for me today as well.

I was going to either find another job because I really needed to complete my money for college. I had given my dad all I saved up for rent ,it wasn’t complete but he’d have to make do with it .

Feeling thirsty, I stand up to go get some water from the kitchen. I hear a few voices and I perceive the strong stench of cigarettes and alcohol. I knew it was probably Vitali and his friends.

I was being careful not to make any noise when I entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was a large one and well furnished too.

I opened the fridge, collected a bottle of water and walked to the counter to grab a glass.

As I headed back to my room I heard the sound of gunshot and I stilled. My heart was thumping really loudly I have never heard a gunshot in my life.

 I looked downstairs and I could see Vitali with a gun, he had just shot a man and two other guys put his corpse in a sack and left.

Vitali looked up and our eyes met.

I ran away in fear to my room.

Did I just witness someone being killed?

Did Vitali really kill that man?

Am I an acquaintance of a murderer?

Should I report to the police ?

I didn’t have the answers.