Chapter 7

The days went by, each day we had a routine. John would cook breakfast and we'd spend the morning in the sun room. Sometimes we'd read or I'd simply fall back asleep on the sofa. There were a lot of naps and a lot of reading. My textbooks had been brought over but I had no idea which sections we were on as I had already completed the syllabus readings, so I just read the chapters I had not yet read. Every time I brought up the subject of school, John would brush it off. If I continued to miss my clinical hours and classes, I would end up having to repeat the semester. John thought that I didn't need a nursing degree, he figured I was already a nurse and I wouldn't be working in a hospital anyways. He even posited that if all went well with us, he'd be happy to let me pursue my medical skills under the tutelage of Dr. Ross…I was infuriated by the idea but no arguing with him ever got me anywhere. It didn't matter anyways. I wasn't planning on always being here, even if it meant having to start over somewhere new.

I had asked John for a tour of the house on the fifth day here, and he obliged. I think he seemed to actually believe I was warming up to this life. The house was indeed three stories, with three guest bedrooms, my prison of a master bedroom, and his office all on the third story. The second story had the grand dining room and kitchen with the sun room and a smaller living room. On the third floor, there was a gym, a small indoor pool, a small kitchenette with a bar, and an additional large living room. The house had a four-car garage filled with his mustang, a hummer style jeep, a motorcycle, and what appeared to be a porche. The security of the house was insane, he explained some of it to me, and from what I understood the house had camera surveillance everywhere and was electric shock wired. I felt like we were in a fortress. He even had groceries delivered twice a week….so you could pretty much stay here and not need to venture out…the Doctor even came to you. He did most of the cooking and sometimes we even cooked together, I began to look forward to our evening cocktail. In all our routines, this is when we seemed to talk the most, and slowly and slowly we became more comfortable with each other…I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't enjoy his company and witty humor.

Each night, we kept the same routine as the first, John and I would bathe together and to his credit he never forced himself on me, keeping to his foreplay and cold shower. In bed, he held me closely to which I actually became accustomed too. It became apparent one night when he had some work to do late in his office and I was left alone in bed. I pretended to be asleep, but did not actually fall asleep until I felt his pull.

Regardless of the apparent ease to this arrangement, my mind was still set on escaping. I knew the lay out, and I knew in his office he kept the window open to a convenient lattice latter that I knew I could climb down. I figured it was alarmed rigged, but I had to try.

We were on the bottom floor having a cocktail when I began to mentally prepare myself for my escape.

"You seem distracted tonight?" He questioned.

"I was just thinking of my sister," I lied.

"I didn't want her to worry when you didn't reply to her text messages, so I sent her a message from your phone letting her know you'd taken some time off school for a vacation." I was upset with him, but I wanted to know what my sister had thought of that.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"That it was about time you took some time off and stopped hiding away from your problems in books."

"Really?" My sister was always the studious one.

"Yeah, word for word, I told her that I didn't have reception to call where you were."

"I see…anything else?"

"Well, I was going to wait for a night out to tell you, but her and Eric are having a baby, she's already four months along but they wanted to wait before telling anyone…" I began to cry… here I was locked away from the world and the only person I had left was miles away.

He placed down his glass, and pulled me into an embrace.

"Celest," he said, taking my chin and raising it so my eyes met his. "If all goes well, we will go and see your sister and be there when the baby is born, I promise."

"This should be a happy time, and yet I feel blackmailed to accept this life or have my family taken from me," I replied pushing him away. "I hope you replied to my sister's news with an appropriate response."

"I told her that you couldn't be happier for her and that you were excited to be an aunt and couldn't wait to meet your little niece or nephew."

I took a sip from my glass and nodded. If I hadn't made my mind up earlier today, it was set now. I was leaving tonight.

"Can we go to bed a little earlier, tonight?"

"Are you not feeling well?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

"No…just tired, emotionally more so then anything…" I lied.

He took away the glasses and extended his hand to lead me upstairs as he always did.

I was about to undress, when I turned to him and asked, "Could we continue our drink in the tub, I should have asked when I was downstairs, I'm sorry."

"Certainly, I should have thought of that."

I proceeded to take off my dress, staring him in the eyes the whole time. I was trying to hint to him that I'd be open to more than just bath time foreplay.

"I'll just go get the drinks then," he said, not taking his eyes off my naked body, while he backed out of the room…This was the moment. If he locked the door, my chance was gone, but he didn't... I couldn't have more than a few minutes.

I threw my dress back on, no time for a bra and underwear and grabbed a pair of my flats from the closet. My heart was pounding as I raced to his study down the hall, took a deep breathe in as I climbed outside the window onto the lattice. No alarm sounded, so I continued as fast as I could go down the lattice until I felt the cool grass beneath me. No time to think, just gotta run. I began running towards the front of the house where I figured would lead to a road. The area was very wooded, so once I found the road, I could cut through the trees to follow the road in hiding.

I turned the corner of the house to begin my sprint, when out of no-where came a pissed off looking John, I tried sprinting towards my exit, but he was on me in a second. He simply slung me over his shoulders as I screamed for help and beat at his back with my hands and kicked my feet.

He carried me in silence to the sofa near the bar and placed me on it. I was about to jump up in protest when I saw the look on his face. He looked like he was actually going to kill me.

"I've been patient enough, this is your first strike to becoming legally dead to world."

I thought he would hit me or yell at me, or drag me upstairs. But instead he did something completely unexpected. Holding my eye contact the whole time, he got on his knees.

He pushed my dress up, and began kissing my inner thigh, slowly letting his tongue occasionally trace over his kisses. I squirmed in my seat trying to wiggle away, but his hands held my knees down and apart. He continued his trail of kissing closer and closer toward my center, and when he got there he stopped. The heat between my legs was excruciating and I tingled inside. To tease me he stayed still, just breathing over the area. It was enough to drive me to the brink of insanity. Then finally, he went back down, this time taking me all in his mouth and licking away at my clit and opening. I hated myself, but I couldn't help but moan out in release.

He clearly knew what he was doing. The moment I was about to orgasm with my moans growing louder, he stopped and slipped off my dress. He no longer had to pin me down. I just laid against the couch completely exposed feeling like jelly. He threw off his shirt and unzipped his pants, to reveal his very hard member. Climbing on top of me, he shoved his tongue in my mouth and I didn't care that it tasted of me. I tried again to resist, but my tongue gradually found his. His erect member was at my hot wet opening, but instead of giving me what I wanted, he traced it around my clit, teasing me until I moaned out. He finally thrust himself deeply inside me and began rhythmically gliding in and out. I felt my whole body relax and clench at the same time, the heat inside me was rising. His penis felt swollen inside, and each movement pushed me to the brink as a struggled to keep down my moans. Every time I felt my orgasm coming on, he'd stop moving and resume dancing his tongue with mine. It got to the point that by the third near orgasm, I moaned out a, "please." That was all he needed and he began thrusting inside me over and over until the heat came out in a wave and I finally released in orgasm while feeling his hot cum pour inside me.

He collapsed on top of me. I immediately began to hate myself. I couldn't move though, too raw and numb all over, not to mention I was pinned beneath him. He finally stood up and poured two glasses of bourbon. When he handed me mine, I drank the small glass in one shot. I needed to come back to reality.

"I think now we're ready for bed."

I nodded. Not knowing if something should be mentioned about the whole incident but decided against it. Though I was mad at myself, my body was otherwise inclined to him. And when he reached down to carry me up to bed, I felt the heat rise inside me again.

He carefully placed me in bed naked, not bothering to put on anything himself and climbed after me into the sheets. He pulled me as always onto his chest, and now our naked bodies settled with one another and I knew everything had now changed. I fell asleep, again in his arms.