Chapter 15: Bed Rest
Andrea's POV
Waking up, being chained to his bed wasn't surprising. I assumed he had locked me up while I was asleep.
"You said if I married you, this wouldn't happen," I said, tears started coming to my eyes.
"You tried to escape last night. That broke my trust. I told you I was upset that you kept Avery from me. Now you are trying to take her again," he says angrily.
"I wasn't. I only wanted to go for a walk. Avery wasn't even with me. I love you," I pleaded.
"I want to believe you. But the way you flirt with Shane and Milton makes it hard," he says, his hands on my body again.
"Shane is with Amy. And Milton was only a friend. Please don't," I said, looking into his blue eyes.
I didn't know how long I had been chained to this bed, but I couldn't stay locked here. Would he let me starve to death?
"I could give you one last chance," he whispers. He unchains me from the bed and my heart stops pounding. "Thank you," I say, falling into his arms. He holds me so tight, and I am frightened.
"Don't make me regret this," he warns. I pull him into the bed with me, encouraging him to stay. "You won't. I have learned my lesson now," I said softly.
"I hope so, but just in case, let me put you to the test," he says, removing his belt and pants. I immediately undress and spread my legs open on the bed. "Perfect. Don't move. We will take this nice and slow. My fingers, tongue, and dick can discover new places on your body," he says excitedly. "Can I have some wine or whiskey? Something to help me relax?" I ask, ready to get this over with.
"Only one glass. I want you sober enough to remember everything I do to you. Though you'll feel it in the morning regardless," he says, pouring two glasses of whiskey.
I drink it slowly, as he drinks his within a minute. He takes my glass, and kissing me, I can taste the whiskey on his lips. He is definitely an alcoholic. He takes my glass, then covers me with his body. I close my eyes, hoping whatever he does doesn't take too long.
At least the whiskey gave a little buzz to get through his assault. He didn't last too long, but longer than I wanted.