Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
She suddenly crawls toward the cage’s entrance. She glances at the clock, and I can practically see her thought process. You have an hour, princess, I think to myself, smiling.
She quickly leaves the cage. I watch as she goes up to the television and begins to try and turn it off. She works the power button and tries the volume, the channels, the inputs, but nothing works. I grin, proud of myself for rigging this television. The porn continues to play.
She hits the TV out of frustration and then winces from the pain, shaking out her hand and looking at the television like it’s her enemy. A rough laugh rises up my throat. She’s pissed. I’m happy that she finally came out of her cage and is doing something other than sulking. Apparently, all she needed was a little hardcore porn to push her over the edge.
I lean back and watch her for a few minutes. She continues looking at the TV, trying to figure out a way to turn it off. I can tell she’s considering just breaking it, but she hesitates. She’s probably wondering what I would do if she broke it.
I’d just clean up the mess and bolt one to the wall. And up high enough so she couldn’t reach it. I smile to myself. Don’t do it, princess. It’ll only get harder for you.
I can see the frustration on her face, but also something else. I glance at my own private feed of the porn she’s watching. The girl in the uniform is getting her pussy reamed from behind. She shakes her ass, bucking her hips back against the guy, her face a mask of ecstasy. I look back at Grace and watch her reaction.
She’s staring at the television. I can’t really read her expression though. She’s not upset or revolted by it, but she’s clearly fascinated and can’t look away. Slowly, she bites her bottom lip, and a smile comes to my face.
She’s dripping wet right now. I can practically smell it from my room. She looks away, but I know she’s thinking about how good it would feel if she let me give her the pleasure she truly craves. She’s practically shaking, trembling for my touch. Beg me, princess. I know she will. She’s going to be in need.
I stand, my cock hard, and quickly walk away from the monitors. I can’t go in there yet and I know that if I keep watching, I won’t be able to control myself. It’s already taking everything I have to stay out of that room. I want to go in there, grab her hips, turn her, and press her against the wall. She won’t put up a fight as I pin her arms behind her back and fuck her tight, slick pussy from behind. Fuck, I can feel a bead of precum leaking from my slit. I’ve been dreaming of taking her. This better fucking work.
I walk into my kitchen and lean up against the counter, taking deep breaths. I clear my mind of any image of her. Duke comes into the room and I pet his head for a second, until finally the desire passes.
I open my eyes again and release a breath. That’s better. I have to keep myself under control. She has a little time to herself.
I go to the table and check her medicine. She’s been taking it, and I can tell that she’s already feeling better. I can’t be sure why she got sick in the first place, and I have to wonder if it was because of something I gave her. I hate the thought that I made her sick. I sure as fuck hope she doesn’t think that.
I’ve tried to give her what she needs. She’s a prisoner, but she’s treated better than any prisoner could hope for. She has her own bathroom and tub, and can clean herself during her private hours. She has plenty of food, and sometimes she has delicious food. She has things to keep her mind occupied if she decides to leave her cage.
I shake my head, trying not to linger on this. I might have caused her illness, but I’m fixing it. I’m making it right.
I pat Duke again, then head down into my basement. The wooden boards creak under my feet, and I pull the light switch at the bottom of the stairs. The room is half finished, and there’s another bank of video monitors against one wall, though smaller than the one upstairs in the control room. This is my secondary monitoring station, and it’s dedicated solely to Grace’s uncle.
I scroll through the feeds, skipping through the videos until I get to something interesting. Toni is surprisingly strict in his daily regimen and he never, ever gives me an opening. If he’s ever out in the open, it happens late at night or at a random time during the day, and it never lasts for more than a few minutes. He’s a very careful man, and I have to admit that I’m impressed.