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Chapter 9
Imust have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, Fred is opening my door and gently lifting me from my cozy seat. I try to force my lids to open, but I’m so tired.
“Shh, bed bug. Just rest. Freddikins has you,” he murmurs.
I settle into his hold and wrap my arms around his neck, snuggling in deeper. He’s so soft. So comfy. I inhale deeply, taking a hit of his intoxicating scent straight from the source. Sweat, laundry detergent, and something sweet. Delicious.
Fred chuckles as he shifts me, and the sound of locks engaging catches my ears. “I’m glad you think I’m delicious.”
I groan into his neck. “I said that out loud?” I murmur.
The front door clicks shut, and he tightens his arms around me. “Sure did. It was adorable, though.”
A loud ding catches me by surprise, followed by the telltale feeling of ascending in an elevator. I pull my face from his neck and blink drearily. The walls are gold, the ceiling opulently designed.
“Do you live in an apartment?”
In our golden reflection, I catch his slight wince. “Something like that.”
The doors open before he can respond, and a sudden feeling of motion sickness makes my belly flip. I bury my face in his neck again, taking strong hits of his scent like a druggie. For some reason, it calms my senses and settles my stomach.
“We’re almost there,” he murmurs. “I promise you’ll feel better soon.”
Under me, I can feel his arms shaking from my weight. I expect him to complain or put me down, but Fred only holds me closer to his chest and kisses my hair. Inside, I die a thousand sugary deaths. I’m practically on a high from his sweetness.
It feels like we travel for hours, and something flickers in the back of my mind. How big is his place? Where are we? The steady thumping of Fred’s heartbeat against mine lulls me into peacefulness, and suddenly, my worries melt away.
“Alrighty, bed bug,” he says softly as a dim light clicks on. “I’m going to put you down and get you something to change into. Then I’m going to check you over.” My muscles lock up from my fingers to my asshole, and I wince in pain. He cuddles me close. “I know you’re nervous, but I’ll make it all better, okay?”
Swallowing hard, I force myself to nod. When he gently lowers me to my feet, I’m unprepared for the sudden blast of neediness to my deprived system. My hands ache with the craving to climb him like a tree, but I resist. Barely. Instead, I cling to the sheet still loosely wrapped around my lower half.
Fred quickly disappears from the room, murmuring something about grabbing me clothes and some medical supplies. I nod, but am far too distracted by the bedroom he left me in.
Holy fucking shirt balls! Is Fred rich?
I blink rapidly, my weary eyes struggling to take it all in.
Does he live in an apartment? I had no idea they made them this nice. Compared to my little one bedroom, this place is like Buckingham Palace. I slowly spin around, taking in the vaulted ceilings adorned with an elegant golden chandelier that casts a warm, golden glow over the room.
The floor is a dark, polished wood that gleams under the soft light. The massive sleigh bed, with its luxurious blankets and plush pillows, looks like it belongs in a royal chamber, and my body thrums with the desire to dive into its yumminess!
Instead, I awkwardly shuffle around the room, one hand holding my sheet, the other gliding across the walls. They're covered in dark green wallpaper with an intricate pattern I’ve only ever seen in my fantasies. I feel I’ve stepped into the castle from Beauty and the Beast. You know, after they remodeled.
I move towards the window and push back the heavy purple curtains, revealing a stunning view of the city. The twinkling lights outside contrast with the old-world charm inside. I feel a bit out of place, but still captivated by the beauty.
“Damn, Story,” I breathe, shaking my head. “You might be out of your depths here, girlfriend.” Sighing, I turn around and slowly make my way back to the bed. Where the heck is he? He’s been gone for a while.
My heart clenches. Maybe he left me here. Maybe I’ve been kidnapped! I didn’t even check to see if I was locked in here!
Stupid, stupid girl!
My gaze snaps to the door, and my shoulders drop. Open. It’s open. I can run.
Not with metal lodged up your sphincter, you can’t.
“Shut up, worms,” I chide, slashing a tired hand through the air. “I’m done with your shit today.”
With a deep breath, I lower myself onto the bed, shifting to my hip at the last second. Surprisingly, I’m not all that sore and I wonder if the pain from before was mostly fear-induced. As I wait, I glance around the room again. My gaze lands on an intricately carved bookshelf in the corner, filled with classic literature. My heart skips a beat and I wipe a tear from my eye.
