Embarrassed and scared, I stashed the burnt veggies into the dustbin and eyed the remaining stock. There wasn't much left now after over-cooking the soup four times in a row. I had a shameful confession to make: I did not know how to cook. In my defence, my mother never bothered to teach me, or simply, I never wished to learn. I could do other chores though-washing, laundry, cleaning, mopping, or even repainting the whole house-but cooking? I couldn't fix a sandwich to save my life.
And now, I was saving my life.
If this kept up, I hardly thought Judas would let me leave after emptying his fridge and ruining three of his pots.
Heaving a defeated sigh, I shook my head in frustration. Cook? What the hell did he want me to cook? Or better, why did he want me to cook? What games he was playing now?
Whatever it was, I was glad he wasn't forcing me or placing his unwelcome lips on mine. His touch infuriated me. My knee-jerk reaction was to kneel him into his precious jewels and scratch his eyes. However, I resorted to a less violent plan. To follow his orders. Cooking for him was better than sleeping with him by a long shot.
So, that's what I did. Or was trying to do.
I was grabbing another stash of mushrooms and veggies when a sudden chill ran down my spine, my breath momentarily hitched and my body stiffened.
I felt him before his voice reached my ears.
"My little bird is struggling, I see," I stilled the moment his dangerous voice purred into my ears. I ignored him and kept cutting the veggies.
But Judas wasn't the type to be ignored. He stepped closer, his presence like a storm gathering on the horizon. His breath tickled the back of my neck as his hand snaked around my waist, slipping under the blazer he had forced me to wear earlier. His touch was invasively cold, and I tensed at the unwelcome incursion.
"Such a good little chef," he mocked. I see, so he was back to his overbearing self, calling me little bird and all. "But I can't help but wonder… are you trying to cook for me, or poison me?"
I tried to jerk away, my body reacting on instinct, but he was faster. His pelvis pressed into my back, trapping me against the counter. My breathing quickened, heart pounded in my chest as I desperately searched for an escape. My eyes darted around, landing on a sharp knife just within reach.
But the spawn of the devil saw it too. His hand shot out, grabbing the knife before I could even move. He held it up, the blade catching the light as he twisted it between his fingers.
"Ah, getting braver," he chuckled darkly and I flinched as he pushed his pelvis into my behind. "But let's not get any ideas, hmm? I wouldn't want to have to ruin that pretty little face of yours."
His other hand tightened on my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Now, be a good girl and finish what you started. Or I might just find another way to keep you busy."
Rage flared within me, fueled by fear, but I didn't let it consume me. Not yet. "Get off me," I hissed through clenched teeth, my voice trembling with barely suppressed fury.
He reached for my nape and I flinched back out of pure survival instinct. "Now, now, is that any way to speak to the man holding a knife?"
Everything in me told me to escape this man, to stay as far away from him as possible.
His grip on my waist tightened, and before I could react, he spun me around to face him, slamming my back against the counter. The impact stole the breath from my lungs, but I refused to back down, glaring up at him with all the hatred I could muster.
His lips curled into a smirk and a shadow cast a darker hue over his face. The knife hovered near my jaw, the blade pressing just enough to send a spike of fear through me. The sharp edge grazed my skin, a stark reminder of how easily he could end this-end me.
"I hate disrespect, ptichka. Either you lower that tone, or we'll do this my way."
"You don't own me-ah!" The words choked off as his hand fisted in my hair, yanking me around and forcing me over the counter. My cheek collided with the cold surface, and my heart hammered in my chest, eyes wide with terror. He leaned in, his nose brushing against my hair where his fingers gripped me like a vice, then trailing down to the soft curve of my throat. Shudders wracked my body, goosebumps breaking out in waves, one after another.
His hot breath tickled the shell of my ear before he bit down lightly, his voice a tight, threatening whisper. "Watch that mouth, little bird. It's going to get you into trouble."
My eyes widened even more as I tried to glance back at him, but his iron grip kept me pinned. "P-please-"
"I'm trying not to hurt you, ptichka," he hissed. "But don't mistake my leniency for ignorance. I've let your little stunt at the college slide, but you play the innocent while letting some boy put his hands on what's mine."
I ground my molars together, struggling to steady my breath. "I didn't-"
"Yes, you did," he cut me off, his tone laced with venom. "Do you enjoy men fawning over you? Do you know what that makes you? A slut."
Pain choked my words as he yanked the hem of my jeans down roughly, the fabric scraping against my skin. The kitchen's warmth was a stark contrast to the cold air that hit my exposed backside.
Judas's hand cupped me through my plain panties, and I gasped, the touch far from tentative-it was possessive, a claim. "Were you planning to fuck him, little bird? Or do you prefer being forced to do things my way?"
Nothing. I wanted nothing from him. Shame washed over me as he held me down, my half-naked body on full display for his twisted pleasure.
Judas bunched the fabric of my underwear in his hand, yanking it tight so it dug into my core, rubbing with a cruel, merciless force. I clenched my thighs, desperate to push him away, but the cunning bastard only quickened his pace, driving me to the edge of the counter, trembling and humiliated.
I was still writhing in his steel-like grip when a sharp slap echoed through the air, and the burning sting registered on my arse. I froze, the sudden jolt of pain slicing through the shame, my heart nearly stopping. "Keep squirming, and I'll make sure your ass matches the flush on your pretty face."
"No, please-"
Another slap landed, sending me jolting against the table, my hands gripping the edge like a lifeline. "Come on, ptichka, defy me again, and I'll spank you until you're the obedient little girl I know you can be."
"I… I won't…" My voice cracked the threat of tears clawing at my throat.
Slap.
My body convulsed at the impact, a strange, unwelcome tingling stirring between my thighs, betraying the torment within. "Won't what, ptichka?"
I dug my nails into the counter as the water boiled, waiting holding my breath and clenching my teeth. He teased my entrance, coating it with something slippery and pushed his finger inside. The shame was too much but I kept myself from squirming afraid he might start spanking me again.
"How does it feel, ptichka? Having my saliva coating your walls?" He asked in a seductive tone, one I'd never heard before, one that's heightening my emotions. "Soon it'll be my cum bathing your greedy cunt."
My stomach clenched and the malevolent tingling wrecked through me forcefully. I hated how my body was reacting, how he was toying with me. He leaned over my back and I was acutely aware of the massive erection nudging against my naked arse.