Page 102 of Savage Don

Shit.

The heaviness returns to my soul as I push my way out of bed. There really isn’t any escape for me. My only way forward is through someone else’s path. And it won’t matter if I don’t want to go. Someone will always be standing behind me, ready to push.

Right now, it’s best not to think about it.

My body is still lost in a sleepy fog as I stretch out and look down at my nightstand.

My laptop and phone are there, charging. They were waiting for me when Ray dropped me off. Before I let myself get any shut eye, I had to use them.

First, I texted Janice, telling her that I was fine, but that there was some family shit going on that might keep me out of commission for a while.

Before she could respond, I went back on airplane mode. The last thing I need is someone tracking me here, but I was also too tired to deal with any drama. Janice is awesome and caring, but she would have wanted to know all of the juicy details. I didn’t have the energy to come up with a lie, not that I want to lie to my friend anyway.

Soon, though, I’m not going to have a choice.

After I had texted Janice, I opened up my laptop, logged into my school account and sent pleading emails to all my professors and academic advisors. There’s no chance I’ll be able to make it into any classes for the rest of the semester, and unless shit starts to go right for me real soon, I won’t be making any exams either.

I was as vague as possible, but I also made it clear that there were some serious family issues holding me back. Hopefully, that’s enough to give me some breathing room there.

Even with all that’s going on, even with my newfound revelations about just how trapped I am, there’s something inside of me that won’t let me give up on school. School is for me, it’s mine, I decided to take that risk, I’m the one who worked so hard to get where I am. Throwing it away would feel like giving up.

Even if everything seems hopeless, I can’t do that. I can’t give up. I won’t.

But if I’m going to survive this next major test, then I’m going to have to abandon my own path for a bit, and concentrate on someone else’s.

Ray promised to take me to dinner. I’ve never been out with a man before. Hell, I could almost be excited, if I wasn’t so weighed down by everything else.

It doesn’t help that I don’t know which Ray will show up tonight.

Will it be the mischievous sex-god who can make me feel so wonderfully filthy, or the captor who wants to trap me forever with his beastly seed?

Something tells me that I’ll get a bit of both. I’m sure Ray is past hiding any part of himself from me anymore. We’ve already been through enough to see through each other’s masks. So, what’s the point in wearing them?

After a long hot shower, I wander back into the bedroom and make my way over to the closet, where a long, elegant red dress hangs, waiting for me.

Ray let me know what I’d be wearing before he left me to take my nap. Still, I was hardly in any state of mind to appreciate the beauty of the outfit.

The full-length dress is so soft that I could fall asleep again the second that I slip it on. There’s a full body mirror in the closet, and I can immediately see why Ray chose this particularly for me. The slim fitting material hugs my body like falling water, accentuating my petite figure and showing off my curves.

I look hot as hell.

Hot enough that I can’t help but imagine Ray’s big rough hands sliding down around my waist as he pulls me close and holds me tight.

Already, I can feel that giant bulge of his throbbing against the small of my back. The fantasy makes my thighs clench and my toes curl. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties, because if I was, they might already be soaked through.

Fuck. How can a man make me feel this way? He’s not even in the room, and still, just the thought of what he’s done to me in the past, of what he can do to me in the future, makes all of my fear and my dread dissolve against a searing desire.

And that’s so dangerous.

I didn’t have a chance to get more birth control pills. There was no time to grab a box of Plan B. I’m out here all on my own, and still, the thought of Ray filling up my tight pussy with his thick, creamy cum makes me so hot that I could fall to the floor and start masturbating right now.

Hell, my hand is already sneaking down my leg when I come to. One second longer, and I might have ripped this dress off trying to get to my own begging clit.

There’s little doubt in my mind that Ray will try to do just that later tonight. The slit that runs down my left thigh will give him the perfect opportunity. My cunt is easily accessible to him—just as planned, I’m sure.

I’m having a hard time understanding whether that terrifies me more than it turns me on.

He’s dressed me up like I’m his personal plaything. And part of me can’t help but wish he’d use me like one.