I give her a ten-second head start before I follow her into the walk-in closet. As I had hoped, Amara is just slipping her nightgown off, leaving us both standing completely naked only a few feet apart.
She lets out a little shriek when she realizes I’m here.
“I’ve already seen you naked,” I point out while picking out my own clothes. “Besides, don’t you want me to get dressed?” I tease her.
“This is not how I imagined things,” she says, changing the topic yet again.
“How did you imagine things to be?”
“I figured you would put me in a cell, some kind of dungeon, maybe.” She grabs the first pair of underwear she finds and puts them on, followed by a bra.
“The day is still young,” I quip, making her flinch. “I’ve told you, I’ll treat you nicely as long as you behave.” I step into my boxers and pull on my shirt, while Amara takes a dress from the hanger and slips into it.
“You’ve also beat up my father, basically kidnapped me, and worst of all, you’ve admitted to planning all of this. So, sorry if I don’t believe everything you say.”
Closing the distance between us, I shove her against the drawers lining the walls. Crowding her with my body, our size difference becomes more apparent.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” I say, inches from her face. My chest is pressed against hers, letting me feel her hardened nipples through the fabric between us.
“I’ve heard that a few times. I’ll try to filter what I say… but no promises.”
“You better do more than try…” I let the threat hang in the air as I step away, giving her some breathing room. She needs to understand that this isn’t a game.
Even though I like her sass, if she says shit like that in front of the wrong person, I’ll have no choice but to punish her, and she is not going to like that as much as the other things I have planned for her.
5
Amara
Sleeping next to Lorenzo and waking up in his bed is strange. Actually, strange is putting it mildly. Is there a word that comes after strange? If there is, that’s how I’m feeling.
Even stranger was seeing him walking around naked in front of me like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it is to him, we are in his bedroom after all. It was definitely new to me, and the way my body reacted was also new territory. The moisture between my legs, the throbbing of my pussy, and the way my nipples tighten… I’ve never felt like this before.
Knowing who he is and what he has done, I’m ashamed that I react to him like this. What would my father think of me? The thought is like an ice bucket of water dumped on my head. I don’t want to sleep with him, or at least I shouldn’t want to.
He didn’t take me last night. In fact, he stayed on his side of the bed all night. I know it won’t last long, though. One way or another, I will have to spread my legs for him.
I really wish I wouldn’t have been such a prude until now. I’ve had two boyfriends, but didn’t do anything besides kissing with either. I don’t know why. It just didn’t feel right at the time.
Now I wish I had slept with someone before. It would have been better than giving that part of me to someone who doesn’t deserve it. I should have given it to someone who treasured it and who actually loved me. Not a monster who forces me to stay with him and locks me in his room.
After breakfast, he left me here in his bedroom, telling me he had some things to do. I’ve been sitting cross-legged in the center of the large bed, not sure what to do besides looking out of the window and enjoying the view.
Lorenzo told me I could read or watch TV, but my mind is too scrambled to concentrate on either. There are too many thoughts and feelings floating around my head untamed and uncensored.
Very briefly, I toy with the idea of escape, but that thought vanishes as quickly as it appears. He was very clear about what would happen if I ran. I’m not risking my father’s life, no matter what Lorenzo will do to me.
I do, however, get curious about the clothes he bought me. Getting up from the bed, I walk into the closet and start going through all the garments hanging on my side. This morning, I quickly grabbed the first thing I saw, wanting to spend the least amount of time possible naked.
Now that I have time on my hands, I can actually take it in. I have to admit, it’s extremely nice stuff—expensive brands and soft materials. I’ve never had anything so luxurious to wear, and I hate how much I like it.
I’ve never considered myself to be high maintenance or boastful when it comes to clothes and showing off my body. I don’t care for designer shoes and purses. Even in school, I never cared if I wore name brand stuff.
But having it now, seeing how great it looks on me and how wonderful it feels on my skin is kind of nice. It’s also a great distraction from all the problems I’m facing.
I decide that I’ll distract myself even more by trying on some of the underwear and dresses.
The lacy material of the bra fits around my breasts like it was literally made for me. Running my fingers over the light pink fabric, I try not to think about how he could have possibly known my bra size. The matching panties are just as beautiful and fit just as well.
After inspecting myself in the floor-length mirror for a few minutes, I continue with the dresses. I get through about six when I get hung up on a white summer dress. Like everything else I’ve tried on, it fits like a glove. The flowy material hugs my curves in all the right places.
Slipping on a patching pair of wedged sandals, I walk up and down the closet to test out if I can walk in them since I’m not used to wearing anything with a high heel. I’m not sure if all shoes feel like it, but this pair feels like I’m walking on a cloud. I even twirl a few times, feeling childish but not caring at the moment.
“You look beautiful,” Lorenzo’s voice fills the space, and a loud shriek coming from my lips follows.
Gripping my chest like my heart is about to beat out of it, I stare at him, leaning casually against the door frame.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
Lorenzo shrugs, a grin tucking on the corner of his lips as his gaze wanders up and down my body like I’m a piece of art.
“Most people would say I’m sorry when they scare someone half to death.”
“I’m not most people, and I rarely apologize for anything because I very rarely feel apologetic. I hardly feel bad killing someone. Why would I feel any remorse for giving you a little scare?”
“So you don’t scare people half to death… you scare them to death?” I don’t know why I said that out loud. I really need to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts inside my head.
“Yes, that and more,” Lorenzo says nonchalantly as if he was making casual small talk.
Wow. He might be a true psychopath.
“Since you are already dressed up so nicely, let me show you around the house.” He holds his hand out to me.
I stare at his palm for a moment before I reach out and put my hand into his. He gives me a satisfied nod and leads me out of the bedroom.
Instead of heading toward the staircase, he pulls me down the hall and shows me the guest room, the library, a sitting room, and a music room that holds a grand piano.