directing the sprayer into my face.

I quickly recover and grab the sprayer back, grinning.

“Behave yourself,” I admonish, shaking my head, immensely enjoying the obvious trust she has in me. I plan on building on that trust, on our relationship, once we leave. Lily may not realize this yet, but I have no plans to let her go.

She’s mine.

Grabbing the small washcloth I had brought into the shower with us, I wet and soap it up.

“Now spread your legs so I can see what I’m doing. I expect my women to keep their cunts clean.”

“Why?” Lily asks as she complies and widens her stance.

“I want to be able to eat you out whenever I fucking want to,” I answer truthfully, squatting down behind her and running the warm soapy washcloth along the inside of her thighs.

Not all men enjoy giving oral sex, but I find a woman is never more vulnerable than when you have your mouth on their cunt. When you’re sucking,

licking, and nibbling on their sensitive flesh. I will admit, some women don’t taste as good as others. Body chemistry and diet all factor into it. I could eat my princess forever.

I feel Lily relax under my ministrations. Gently parting the folds of her cunt and wiping them with the cloth, I make sure she’s thoroughly cleaned.

Standing up, I brush her long hair aside and kiss the back of her neck.

“You’re all clean and good enough to eat.”

“I’m starving,” she admits softly.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll feed you,” I promise her, stepping underneath the spray to quickly rinse off. Lily’s eyes bore into my body as she stands there adorably half-asleep and relaxed with pleasure. All I want to do is toss her into bed and fall back asleep with her curled up safe in my arms.

Once we make it back to the hotel, I’ll order us both a large breakfast. While she relaxes and has her fill, I’ll come up with a plan for getting her out of the country.

Pounding on the bedroom door shakes me back into reality, and renewed anger courses through me. I throw open the glass door of the shower, making it rattle in the frame. I quickly grab a towel and wrap it around my waist, before stomping back into the bedroom.

“What’s going on?” I hear Lily’s nervous voice and rapid footsteps as she follows.

The loud pounding on the door continues, followed by a heavily accented voice calling out, “Mr., time up, you go now. Car outside take you to hotel.”

I throw open the door, and one of the house’s footmen jumps back, startled.

“My time is up when I say it is,” I growl before slamming the door closed in the little man’s face.

“What’s going on?” Lily asks again, her voice cracking with obvious fright.

She runs over and grabs my wrist, gripping it tightly. “Please don’t leave me here,” she begs with tears glistening in her eyes.

Wrapping my free hand around the back of her neck, I pull her roughly forward, touching our foreheads together. I can feel her anxious breath coming out in pants on my face. Anger at her fear swells through me.

18

LILY

“Don’t worry, Princess. There’s no fucking way I’m leaving here

without you.” His voice is firm and resolute. All I can do is nod

my head in understanding. I’m finally able to expel the breath I

hadn’t known I was holding. “Now get dressed.”

I look around to find my discarded bra, skirt, corset, and torn thong, a lost cause, folded neatly on the table. I pick up the skirt only to have it torn from my hand. The man hands me his discarded boxers and dress shirt. “Put these on.”

“Thank you.”

Thinking about the man going commando underneath his tailored dress

pants, I can’t help but grin as I step into his boxers.

“Don’t worry, Trevor will have proper clothing for you when we get to the

hotel.”

I nod my head, wondering who the hell Trevor is and how he would know to

have clothing for me. Nervously, I begin to wonder again who this man is and if he was involved in my kidnapping.

Taking his shirt, I do up all the buttons, roll up the sleeves, and tuck the tails into the boxers, rolling the waistband to make them stay on. I pull out the shirt slightly, and I try to make myself look somewhat put together. At least I don’t feel too naked. I grab my strappy sandaled heels that are on the floor by the table, and sitting on the chair, quickly put them on. My wet hair is a hopeless mess. I quickly towel dry it and attempt to comb it with my fingers, before

twisting it into a long ponytail.

I look over to see the man dressed, wearing his t-shirt under his suit jacket.

His blood-red tie dangles out from the breast pocket. He is tearing the room apart looking for who knows what. Turning over lamps, looking underneath tables, and standing on chairs to look in air vents.

“How are we going to leave?” I wonder out loud; how he will possibly take

me with him.

“Through the fucking front door. Now come.” I quickly move toward him, unsure of how I should feel. Should I be excited to be escaping this nightmare I’d somehow found myself in? Or was I entering into another?

When I’m within touching distance, he grabs hold of my arm and wrenches

the door open with his other hand. The footman is still standing there. The man pushes past him, pulling me along, and I’m awkwardly forced to follow his long strides.

“You can’t take her,” the footman sputters from behind, chasing after us.

“Yes, I can,” the man states resolutely, not even bothering to stop and address the little man directly.

We are soon making our way down the grand staircase and into the lobby.