Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Elizabeth

Icrouch under the window and see he is still jogging on the spot. For fuck's sake, when is he going to leave?

Stay inside my arse.

He pulls his hoody up and takes off running. I stood up because his back was facing the cabin. I quickly put on a jumper and his zip-up hoody hanging on a hook on the bedroom door. The cabin only has four rooms: the bedroom, kitchen, living room and bathroom. It's quite spacious, but not near the luxury I'm accustomed to.

I get my fluffy slippers on because these are the only shoes he has given me.

I look around all of the windows in the house. The land looks so flat outside, and I need to ensure he isn't someplace he can see me.

My heart is fucking pounding as I stand beside the door. I cringe thinking about how he still uses me as his god damn foot every night after dinner. To say he is a giant pain in my ass is an understatement. All he has done all week is fuck me in my ass.

I take a deep breath and push the handle down with a shaky hand.

Damn it! I'm too scared.

I look around the kitchen and see my book on the table. I'm safer sitting my ass back down and reading.

Fuck it. A quick peek won't do any harm.

I pull the door open and look around outside before I step outside. I rushed around the entire house and saw he was telling the truth. My shoulders sag in defeat. There is no escape.

There is a plane and a large wooden shed. The plane is covered up with a large camouflage patterned covering. It's quite a big plane. Then again, he is a billionaire freak. He could afford a fleet of them.

I look at my surroundings and feel as desolate as the land. It's completely barren. Some grassland and sand in the direction where the bastard ran. There are only a few hills or sand dunes. I can't tell because they are too far away. I kick the stupid grass in frustration.

Fucking Mongolia!

How will anyone ever find me? My parents must be worried sick. My friends will be crying fake tears. I don't blame them I would do the same if the same happened to them. Our society is cutthroat. It's a dog-eat-dog world.

I take one last walk around the cabin before going back inside. Taking in the fresh, clean air. It felt good. At least he won't know I had been outside.

I pause at the door, slip out of my slippers, and step inside with my socks on. I bend down and, to one side, smack the slippers together to get all the dirt off them. I don't want to track any sand in incase he spots it.

The guy is OCD or just very precise in everything. I must comb my hair about four or five times daily because he wants it to sit perfectly.

I sit back down at the table and pick up my book with a sigh. At least it's an eco-friendly house, but it has a backup generator if the solar panels malfunction. I don't know what I would do without electricity. Mr OCD told me all the environmental benefits of the cabin he had designed and built. Since I have no phone, TV or social entertainment, I have to listen to him prattle on like the National Geographic channel. It's been a week, and I already miss civilisation.

Fucking Mongolia!

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He came back from his run drenched in sweat. Thankfully, he never asked if I stayed inside or not. He downed a bottle of water and went straight in for a shower. I was so relieved. Now I'm just agitated.

He made me cook dinner, wash the dishes, and now I'm probably going to be his footrest for the night while his big ass was relaxing on my back. I try not to slam the dishes on the sideboard. I finish wiping everything down before washing my hands. My poor hands are going to dry out and become wrinkly.

The nights are freezing, but it"s much better with the wood burners he keeps on now.

I enter the bedroom and quickly close the door to keep the heat in. He is sitting on his recliner like the lord and master.

"Take your clothes off and come here."

I pause to stare at him. This isn't what we usually do. I take my clothes off and fold them up on the chair. Most days, he kept me naked, and I've gotten used to it now. When it's warm like this, it doesn't bother me.

I walk over to his chair and wait for him to speak. He puts the book marker in the book and places it on the table.

"What did you do when I went for my jog this morning?"

I gulp and stare at him in panic. There is no way he could have known. I want to look around the room for cameras, which might make me appear guilty. I clear my throat.

"I read my book," I said.

It felt weird being able to speak.

He lifts something from the table. It's too small for me to make out what it was.

"On your knees, kneel down."

Confused, I kneel in front of him. I watch as he peels a round tab off. He places the flesh-coloured plaster over my nipple, covering it entirely before doing the same to the other.

His blue eyes darken, and I know my ass will be sore again tonight. He gets this feral look in his eyes. It must be how a lion looks at his prey or a lioness because I don't know if he is going to kill me or fuck me when he stares at me for so long. Exactly, like he is doing right now.

I lick my lips nervously. This is different. I don't like different. It makes him unpredictable.

He stares at me for a few minutes before standing up in front of me, and I'm facing his dick now.

Okay. I think I can handle some of his dick in my mouth. He has used my ass all week. At least my mouth got a reprieve until now.

He pulls his T-shirt off and hangs it over the recliner. He pulls his shorts off completely, with his hard dick bouncing a few times. I cringe at the length of it.

"You were a very bad Fuckdoll going outside."

I feel my dinner churn in my stomach. If I look up at him, he will see my guilty as fuck look, so I stare at his dick instead. The head looks almost purple, and the rest of it looks red. Even his dick looks angry, so I glance at his feet. His feet look normal I focus on them.

"Do you have anything to say to me, Fuckdoll?"

I shake my head. My mind is racing.

How the fuck does he know?!

"I'm so disappointed. You were doing so well."

He doesn't sound disappointed, but I'm not brave enough to look up at him. I wonder if he didn't want his cum on my piercings. He has been very careful with the piercings to ensure they don't get infected.

"Look up at me. I want to see your eyes when I fuck your throat."

I wince at the thought of taking the whole thing. Maybe I can get him off using my hands and a bit of my mouth.

I glance up at him, relieved to see that he doesn't look angry. I keep my eyes on him and open my mouth as wide as possible.

I hope this doesn't hurt.