Chained (9 page)

By the time I got down the stairs, Kit was already placing the contents back in his jeans. He was so busy staring at me, he didn’t even notice the extra key.

I put my hand out to him. “Kit, please. It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine. Please come upstairs.”

He shook his head and raced to the door. He threw it open and stopped. I could see his breathing was heavy as his shoulders heaved up and down. Without turning, he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Olivia.”

Before I had a chance to answer him, he walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

Chapter 9

“How have your sessions been going with Dr. Reynolds?”

I smiled at Uncle. “Good, thanks. I think it’s really been helping me.” I wasn’t sure what she was doing exactly, but I hadn’t had nightmares for days and I was grateful for that. The only thing I found different was the way I felt towards Uncle. I had always been attracted to him in my own unique way, but I had been seeing him differently lately. It was almost as if he was the positive to my negative. I was drawn to him whenever he was in the room.

“That’s fantastic, Livy.”

I shuddered. Suddenly, every part of me came alive just by him saying my name. When he saw my reaction, he smiled and moved forward. He placed his arm around me, letting me inhale his scent. I moaned. I wasn’t sure why, but the smell, coupled with his touch, was overwhelming.

“Livy…,” he whispered. I moaned again. What was wrong with me?

His finger touched my lips, and I felt the tiny drop of liquid. I licked without Uncle needing to tell me.

He smiled brightly. “Good girl.”

He gently trailed his fingers down my neck, causing me to tremble. I wasn’t sure what was going on with my body, but it had come alive. More alive than ever.

“Uncle…,” I whispered, my breath becoming heavy. I was wanton beneath his intense gaze, and he could tell I was affected by him. It must have been written all over my face.

“You’re so beautiful. One day, you’ll be my queen. When you’re ready, I will give you the world. However, there is some unfinished business to bring up first. I have been a patient man, Livy, but it’s time you rewarded my patience.” Confused, I looked at him, but my confusion meshed with desire. Right now, all I cared about was when and where he was going to touch me next.

“Remember what you did with that fucking chump, Pete?” I gasped, remembering the day he showed me just how much of a monster he could be. The part of him of which I was afraid.

When he saw my reaction, he smiled. “You owe me for that, Livy. I know you want time. I know you want to go ahead with your little mission, but I need something only you can do for me. Don’t you want to please me?”

His words hit between my legs, making me moan again. “Yes,” I breathed, unable to hide how I felt towards him. My lord and master.

Grabbing my hand, Uncle pushed it towards his hardness. He hissed when I grabbed, closing his eyes when I started rubbing him. I wanted to do this. I wanted to please him. After all, he had done so much for me.

I owed him.

Above all that, I wanted this. I wanted it because my body was reacting to every single touch he gave me.

“Tell me, Livy. Tell me you haven’t sucked anyone’s cock?” His breathing was harsh against my face as I shook my head.

“No,” I whispered.

Uncle smiled. “Good. At least that one can be reserved only for me. I want you on your knees for me, Livy. I want you to take me in your mouth and swallow my come. Then, and only then, I will please you. Do you want me to please you, Livy?”

I nodded. “Y...Yes,” I stuttered, barely able to get the word out. He was stroking my arms in a way that filled me with fire. I wanted him to go further. I wanted him to take away the ache between my legs.

Uncle cupped my chin and looked me in the eyes. “I will teach you everything you need to know. You will have nothing to fear with me, Livy.” Grabbing my hand, he coaxed me towards his zipper. He gently squeezed my breast and swiped his thumb across my hard nipple. I moaned loudly and was rewarded with a bright smile.

As I guided my hand down into his trousers, I pulled his throbbing cock out and marvelled at its length. With my hand wrapped around him, I stroked, causing Uncle to hiss through his teeth.

“Fuck, baby. You know how to make your man feel good.” He gently pushed at my shoulder so I was kneeling down. Once on the floor, I looked at his impressive size and noticed how angry it looked. It was throbbing, aching to be touched. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to put it in my mouth. I had never done that before, but my body screamed at me to take him.

As I caressed his balls, Uncle moaned and gently placed his fingers underneath my chin, tilting my head so I looked into his eyes.

“You know what to do,” he whispered, as I took him into my mouth.

A couple days had gone by with no sign of Kit. I worried about him, and because I worried, I got angry. He told me he wasn’t going to disappear like that again, but he had. A part of me wanted to get over it and move on, but another part of me wanted to know he was okay, wanted to shout at him until my throat became sore. And, the irony of that was, my throat really
was
sore.

Four days later, I woke up feeling like I’d been punched over and over again. My throat was dry and my body felt weak. I still got up, though. I still went through the motions, getting the hot drinks and walking to the soup kitchen. I was supposed to work tonight, but I didn’t know whether I could.

Once I got to the steps, I sneezed.

“Bless you.”

I looked over to find Rachel sitting there with Wayne. She looked a lot better now. Her face was still swollen, but it was going down. At least she could see out of that eye now.

“Thank you.” I wobbled a bit and Wayne quickly got up to steady me.

“Whoa. Steady, girl.”

Rachel got up and felt my head. “Wayne, she’s burning up.” She took the drinks from me and placed them on the steps.

“I’ll take her home.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I just need some paracetamol and I’ll be good.”

Rachel took my arm. “Oh no, girl. You need to go to bed and rest for a few days. You’ve got the flu or something.”

I pointed to the soup kitchen. “I can’t. I need to make sure everyone gets fed.”

Rachel pulled at me. “Everyone will get fed. Now, come on.” She looked over at Thomas. “Thomas, tell Tammy that Olivia’s not well and she’s going home.”

Thomas got up and smiled. “Will do. Get better, Olivia.” He marched off and I looked back at Rachel.

“This is silly.”

Rachel shook her head. “It’s
not
silly. You need to get better. Now come.”

Reluctantly, I left, Wayne on one side and Rachel on the other. “Thank you,” I said to both of them.

Rachel shrugged me off. “You don’t need to thank me, dear. We care about you.”

I smiled. “You should have had children.”

She looked sad for a moment. “I did. I had a daughter. She would have been about your age by now. In a sense, you remind me of her.”

“What happened to her?”

She shook her head and sighed. “Drugs happened to her. She was only nineteen when she died. She was the only family I had left. A part of me died that day.”

I flinched, thinking back to that awful day Uncle found me lying in my own vomit. I could have easily choked and died that night. I was fortunate enough to have that second chance, but the life of Rachel’s daughter was taken from her, never to return.

I placed my hand on her arm. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Rachel.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is, and I can’t take that day back. Lord knows, I would love to, but I can’t.”

We walked in silence the rest of the way. Once we reached my door, I turned and thanked them.

“Don’t mention it. Just go in, take a bath, and get something to eat before bed. Please, take care of yourself, Olivia. For all of us.”

When I saw the sincerity in her eyes, I nearly cried. I nodded. “I will. Thank you.” They smiled and walked away.

As soon as I got in the house, I did as Rachel instructed. I drew myself a bath, heated up some soup, and popped a couple of tablets. Once all that was out of the way, I phoned Charlie to tell him I couldn’t make it tonight. He sounded disappointed, but wished me well and told me to let him know the minute I was better. After hanging up, I went straight to bed.

*****

I was shivering and couldn’t seem to get warm. I wanted to sleep, but when I did, visions of my father putting a gun to his head haunted my dreams. So I tried to stay awake. The whole time I was lying there shivering, all I could think about was Kit. I couldn’t understand what he meant when he said something about my husband not giving me what I needed. I had been going over that in my head for a couple days, but more so now that my brain seemed to zero in on that one thing. So I could either sleep and have nightmares, or stay awake and have daymares. Either way, I was screwed.

When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I started to have visions that Kit was snuggled up behind me, trying to keep me warm. But no matter how comforted I felt, I was still angry that he ran away and didn’t turn up for days.

“You left me. I asked you not to go, but you left me.”

I felt his beard at the base of my neck. Funny how I could feel in my vision.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was afraid I hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt warmer. “You hurt me when you leave me.”

He tightened his grip around me. “I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to make sure you get better. You were there when I needed you. Now it’s time to return the favour.”

My eyes started becoming heavier. “You have new clothes in the bag. Make sure the shadowman doesn’t get into the house.”

*****

I didn’t know how long it had been since I fell asleep, but when I woke up, the sun was shining. I moved, groaning when I realised how painful it was. It was like a thousand nails were digging into my skin. My throat was dry and sore, and my body was weak.

Remembering my vision of Kit, I turned to see if he was in bed with me. There was no sign of him and all was quiet.

I groaned again. It was just a vision. Despite how ill I felt, I was really disappointed. The thought of him taking care of me was something I would love to come true. Maybe my subconscious was being very cruel to me. I couldn’t stay awake and I couldn’t sleep. Everything seemed to haunt me.

I lay there for a while. I wondered what time it was, but I was scared to move. I was so thirsty, and the more I thought about water, the more my throat felt like it was on fire.

Deciding I needed to get up, I tilted my head to look at the time. It was after nine o’clock.

“Shit!” I shot up, instantly regretting it.

Moaning, I looked over, seeing a figure drying his hair with one of my towels. I screamed and the figure dropped the towel from his face. Kit ran towards the bed and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“Olivia, it’s okay. It’s me.”

He was leaning over me, a worried expression on his face. Without thinking, I lifted my hand up to his face, feeling the soft hairs on his chin. Kit remained still, watching and staring. Despite how ill I felt, his stares never failed to grip me. I noticed his hair was a little tousled from the shower, and now that it was damp, the colour of it made his grey-blue eyes shine all the more. I was so overwhelmed, I swallowed hard and the pain in my throat screamed out to me.

Pulling my hand away, I gripped my throat, wincing. Kit got off the bed and grabbed a glass of water.

“Here. I made sure you had some when you woke up. I thought your throat might get sore.”

I smiled timidly and drank the water. It eased the burn, but every swallow was like a knife being wedged down there.

“Thank you,” I croaked, looking at the time. “I should have been at the soup kitchen ages ago.”

I felt the bed dip and I turned, finding Kit sitting next to me, holding out something. I held my hand out and he placed two pills in my palm.

“Take those and I’ll make you something to eat. You’re not going anywhere. You need to rest.”

He got off the bed and was about to walk out the door when I whispered, “You came to me last night.”

Kit stood still, but didn’t turn. “You weren’t at the soup kitchen yesterday. I asked them why and they told me you were sick. I had to come and look after you, but I didn’t know how. It was a little while later that I felt something different in my pocket. I saw the extra key and decided to see if it fit your front door. I didn’t want to wake you if you were sleeping, but I was worried about you being on your own if you were sick.”

I sat there. When I didn’t answer him, he turned around. “You asked someone about me?” I was flabbergasted. Kit never spoke to anyone.

He nodded. “I was worried when you weren’t there. You’re
always
there.”

“You notice me?” I felt shy all of a sudden, but I had to know.

“I’ve always noticed you, Olivia.”

We stared at each other for a moment. I just couldn’t understand him. “Why did you always ignore me then? Why did you never say anything to me?”

Kit winced a little and grit his teeth. He sighed, then his face relaxed a little. “It’s complicated. I can’t say.”

This man frustrated me to no end. I wanted him to tell me things. I wanted to know who he was, but I knew he wasn’t going to give in easily. I wanted to press, but I could also tell there was pain beneath his sultry eyes. I didn’t want to be the one to cause more of it.