Chapter 30 my breeder
I went straight to the bed. With the bedsheets unchanged, I felt dirty in the bed, but I still didn’t get off it. The mattress smelled like him like Jaden . Like everything I wanted to scrub out of my memory. Still, I didn’t care. My body ached with exhaustion, but my soul carried more weight than I could ever unload.
For the next couple of minutes, I was lost in my thoughts. Everything in my life was difficult, nothing seemed real anymore. Thoughts kept flooding into my head like a dam had cracked. Memories of pain, grief, fear, they clawed at me until, finally, mercifully, sleep claimed me.
I woke up a few hours later feeling no better. If anything, I felt worse. Like I had drowned in my own subconscious. My mind was racing… filled up with depressing thoughts I couldn’t silence. All I could think about was dying in extremely excruciating ways. Not just death but painful, deliberate endings that would match the agony I felt inside. Time passed slowly, every minute a punishment, and I remained still on the bed like a corpse that hadn't yet been buried.
As it got darker, the door suddenly opened. My body jolted with the sound. I didn’t need to see him to know. It was him again. I knew it.
I looked up at him from the bed, just to confirm the obvious, then turned my attention to the pillow. My body tensed, locking tight like it was bracing for impact. I was afraid of him. I hated him.
"Aggie has dinner for you," his tone was gentle, disturbingly so, but his demeanor was not. There was no kindness in the way he stood there, no warmth in his presence.
Hearing him say that, I just shrugged my shoulders and kept my gaze on the pillow, pretending he wasn’t even there.
"Anything you want," he spoke again, coaxing but I still just chewed my lower lip and didn’t respond. What was there to say? At that, he sat down on the edge of the bed and flicked on the lamp, casting a warm glow over the room that only made my shame more visible.
"I’m going to try to be patient with you, but I’m not going to tolerate this for too long," his eyebrows lifted slightly. He looked serious, but not angry. Yet.
I blinked at him a few slow times, rolled my eyes, and turned away again. I didn’t want to play this game with him.
Suddenly, he had me hauled up to standing. My feet barely had time to touch the floor. Now his eyes were cold, angry looking, and he had my chin in his grasp.
"I don’t appreciate being ignored. You would be smart to remember that," he groaned out.
"I wasn’t ignoring you. I know that you're here," I rolled my eyes again.
"I don’t appreciate the attitude then," he spoke out.
"I don’t appreciate being kept as a prisoner too," I said softly, pushing my palms against his chest to get him to let me go.
How dare he think he could just manhandle me. Like I was nothing. Like I belonged to him.
Surprisingly, he let go of me, and I sat back down on the bed. He didn’t say anything at first, but he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat something he could slice open and consume.
"Has the maid brought you dinner?" he asked, finally.
"I’m not hungry," I hissed back.
"Fine. Suit yourself," he retorted, then left the room. As soon as he closed the door behind his back, I sank down into the pillows like they were the pits of despair. I was starving but I didn’t give a damn.
Biting back tears, I just stared off into space, a void that matched how I felt. The room darkened slowly, inch by inch, like the night was swallowing me whole. Eventually, I fell asleep again reluctantly dragged into unconsciousness.
However, just as I was still asleep, I was soon startled awake. The beast was in bed with me. Kissing my neck, lips grazing my skin like venom, and just like yesterday, he was in only briefs. The realization hit me like a cold slap.
My eyes bolted open and I squirmed away from him, panic blooming in my chest. He caught me. He stopped me.
"Out of those clothes," he groaned.
My eyes bulged wider at the command, the way it slithered off his tongue. "Oh no," I shoved him away.
But he caught my wrists.
"Hey, I told you obedience is rewarded but you haven’t been very obedient this evening, have you?" he growled, more angrily now.
"Are you going to take them off, or will I have to do it myself?" he continued to shout, and I kicked him in response, rage flaring through me like wildfire.
"Go and fuck yourself," I muttered under my breath as I kicked again.
I didn’t know what possessed me to say that, I regretted it the instant it left my lips.
The covers were instantly flung back. He yanked the panties off me, pulling my underwear down with them. I gasped in horror, trying to scramble away, but it was useless.
I tried to struggle, but I felt like a flailing toddler and he was a giant. The tank top was pulled off over my head, my skin bared and vulnerable as he simultaneously pulled me over his lap.
He was in a pair of silky boxers, and I felt his erection poking me in the upper abdomen. My stomach twisted with dread.
One hand was on my upper back, the other on my ass. His fingers suddenly dug in, and I screamed loudly.
"Apologize for saying that to me," he said softly.
It was so soft that it was frightening. His voice was laced with menace, like the calm before a storm.
I held my mouth shut. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
It was a weird, humiliating position being naked on top of his lap while feeling his dick digging into me like this. His breathing was heavy, labored. Possessive.
Then, without warning, he slapped my ass hard.
I cringed at the pain, my muscles twitching uncontrollably. I tried to get away, but he held me fast.
"Apologize," he repeated, voice even more menacing despite how low it was.
I pursed my lips. Forget this. I wasn’t apologizing to him for being shocked when he demanded me to get naked. He didn’t deserve it.
I struggled again, trying desperately to escape his grip, but I failed.
Another slap. This one was harder. My skin stung violently.
"Ready to apologize yet?" he demanded. His voice was still quiet, but his tone had turned to stone.
His dick against my stomach seemed even harder. The sick asshole was getting off on this.
Spanking me was turning him on.
I didn’t care. I wasn’t giving in. This was my life, my freedom. I just couldn’t give in. I wasn’t ready to give up.
"Answer me, Karen," he sang out, clearly impatient. And before I could answer, another slap landed on my ass, loud and jarring.
My ass was now on fire.
He wanted to do this. I knew this was going to happen to me, no matter what. Tonight, I just knew. After all, he told me he was going to start punishing me.
That was all useless because I wasn’t going to change.
"I love the way your body jerks on my dick when I spank you, baby… and I’m losing control," he said in a husky voice, breath hot against my skin.
His words sickened me annoyed me. But what could I do?
"Leave me alone!" I cried out.
But instead, he suddenly pried my legs open and plunged a finger inside me. I gasped—violated, shocked. His finger was rough and excruciating.
"Not wet, Karen? That’s disappointing," he tsked.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed, trying to close my legs, but he held them open like he owned me.
He was now fulfilling every word he said.
"You’re my breeder," he chuckled darkly.