Molly:
“Have you had anything to eat yet, my darling?” He inquired, and I looked at him blankly.
I was still terrified by what he had said, and he was simply changing the subject.
“If you’d rather have me for dinner, just say so; gawking at me with no words is a little strange,” he smirked.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” I said, folding my arms, turning to walk away, but he gripped my waist.
“Rule number two, never walk away from me when I’m talking to you,” he said in a vile tone.
“So..?” he asked.
“I haven’t eaten yet,” I said, my face turned to the side.
“Very well then, dress up and come to dinner with me,” he said as he let go of my hand.
I sighed deeply and headed to the pink bed to sit as he left the room. Then I remembered I never even inquired about the location of the wardrobe. I looked around the room, assuming that one door was the door to the closet. I stood up and made my way to the first door on the right. Then I yanked it open, and what I saw startled me. It was pinkish again, and there were racks and storage everywhere. It was unmistakably the closet, but there was only one robe hanging by the rack. I approached it and removed my towel.
I was going to get the robe when I heard Farrell’s voice.
“I forgot the closet was empty,” he said, walking into the closet, and I stared at him with my naked body.
I screamed in panic and drew the robe over my body to cover myself. Then I turned to face him, fuming with anger.
“Have you ever heard of the word privacy?” I inquired, my brow furrowed, and he gave me a half-smile.
“Privacy? Did you forget about last night?” He inquired and made a few steps towards me.
He handed me a grey shirt, and I averted my gaze, closing my expressions. He exited the closet and shut the door. Then I hurriedly put on his shirt. It was big, reaching below my knees.
When I finished, I came out of the closet to find him sitting on the pink bed, waiting.
“All done,” I told him as I moved towards the door to leave.
But when I walked past him, he drew me back. He stood up and clasped his hands around my face.
“I know last night was a mistake, but you never have to be afraid of me. We’re legally married,” he stated unequivocally.
Legally married? Come on, the priest was fighting for his life today.
“What?” I inquired, staring blankly at him.
He disregarded my question and gave me a brief kiss. In the blink of an eye, he swept me off my feet in bridal style.
Here we go again, I thought to myself, letting out a muffled sigh.
He carried me down the long and wide hallway. Then we descended the stairs till we reached the dining area.
He finally placed me down and straightened the piece of fabric caught between my thighs.
Two men in black suits and bow ties stood in the corner of the dining area. They were elderly and had no tinted sunglasses.
He pulled a seat from the round table for me, and I sat. Then he took the seat across from mine.
I was at a loss on where to begin with the array of delicacies spread out before us.
I began biting my lower lip again without realizing it until he spoke.
“Get up!” With his eyes bored into me, he said.
I quickly stopped biting my lips and stood up. “Come,” he said, extending his hands.
I placed mine in his, and he drew me onto his lap with one twirl, and I winced.
“Would you rather eat here or take this somewhere else?” He questioned, his hands moving under my laps till he came to a halt between my butt cheeks.
“I’d rather have dinner,” I muttered between moans that attracted the attention of the men with us.
When the men in the room glanced at me, the color in my face faded.
“Let’s eat then,” he said.
*********
I ended up eating dinner on Farrell’s lap, and he watched everything I did. From how I opened my lips to how I chewed and swallowed. It horrified me to realize that this would be my new existence. He was not prepared to embrace privacy.
I was back in my room, staring at the horrible materials on the other side of the room. I’d like to believe he was joking about what he said earlier.
I got up and walked over to the rack, then I unhooked the gag by touching everything there one by one.
“Trying to familiarize yourself with your torture instruments, I see,” I heard his thick voice from behind me, and my eyes widened. I quickly dropped the gag and turned around to see him standing shirtless in my room. His bottoms were sweatpants that showed off his enormous prints. I swallowed hard, picturing how large he was. My memories from last night were hazy since I was extremely drunk.
“It’s all yours, I’m all yours,” he said as he moved to the bed, and my cheeks flushed instantly.
He climbed into bed, and I followed.
“Are we?” I inquired; my gaze drawn to his dazzling grey eyes.
“Aren’t we already legally married?” He asked, and then tapped the unoccupied area of the bed, signalling me to lie down.
I took a deep breath and sat down beside him. Then I laid with my face up and my hands on my chest, feeling anxious. He had treated me kindly, but I couldn't forget today's events..
“Good night,” he whispered as he kissed my cheek. Then he placed his hands across my chest. After that, I forced myself to sleep by closing my eyes.
*******
The sound of the bed lamp being knocked over awakened me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Farrell standing by the bed.
“What happened?” I asked, struggling to keep my eyelids open. But he didn’t respond or even look back; instead, he walked straight to the door like a zombie. He then opened it and marched out. My heart beat accelerated, and the sleep from my eyes faded. I certainly did not sign up for this.
Please, God, I mumbled in terror. Then I got up to follow him, but before I could get to the door, someone shut it from outside and the lock clicked. I instantly pulled the handle, and it actually locked.
“Who is that? Please let me out! Farrell!” I yelled....
Farrell: I awakened with a tightness in my chest. Then I realized I was naked to the chest and sleeping on cold tiles. This could only mean one thing: I was still sleep walking. The elderly lady’s incessant cry for her daughter overwhelmed my ears, causing me to force my eyes open. I rose from the cold floor and inspected the room, seeing that she lay with her eyes closed on the bed. I approached her and examined her aged skin. I wrapped a blanket around her because the coolness of the room was causing her lips to chatter. Then I touched her silky gray hair softly. “I’ll find your daughter,” I whispered, and the corner of her mouth raised. The incident happened about ten years ago, yet every time I slept walked, it felt like yesterday. After correctly tucking her hands into the blanket, I turned to leave. I opened and closed the door softly. Then, as usual, I locked it. “Hey,” Molly said quietly from behind me. She kept a poker face when I turned around to face her. “What brough
FARRELL:I slammed the door and scrunched my face as I stared at Cassie, who had a smirk on her face. Cassie was the thorn in my rose garden and my ex; unlike the other women I had dated, she was the most fearless. I met her shortly after losing my wife, and her submissive but haughty demeanor lifted me out of my depression.She was still stunning, with her large sky-blue eyes, long lashes, and those juicy kissable lips that were always ready to give some lips. But Cassie was bad news; she embodied the adage “all that glitters is not gold.”She satiated my strange sexual desire, but she never let me heal properly.“Mr. Gustavo,” she said seductively, spreading her long, spotless legs on my table to reveal her underwear.“Can you explain how you got in here, Cassie?” I inquired, my brow furrowed.Then I took off my jacket and hung it on a hook near the door. “I am not here to play games, Cassie; please tell me how you got in!” I said this with a growl and marched straight to the table.
Molly:I was such a fool to pay him a surprise visit. What in the world was I thinking? That he was Prince Charming, and I was Cinderella? This man clearly wants me only as a sex slave.“Molly!” As he took heavy steps down the hallway after me, Farrell yelled in a husky tone.That we were supposed to be legally married bothered me even though I did not love him.. As I ran through the corridor, my heart felt as if they had placed a heavy stone on it, and my legs felt shaky.How could he? Why did he marry me if I could not satisfy him with just one woman? He could have made me his whore or anything else, but married me against my will.He caught up with me just as I was about to press the elevator button and enter it.“I told you to wait!” He growled, yanking my hand violently, causing me to wince in pain.When I turned around, I slapped him across the face, my eyes glistening with tears. My hands were weak, so it did not do much; he just clenched his jaw and glared evilly at me.“Pay at
Molly:I smiled warmly at the two men sitting directly across from Farrell—the one I had met and the one I did not know. Then I whispered to the bothersome presence beside me.“Probably what everyone else is trying to do, Farrell,” I said, quirking my brows at him.“Not in that dress, you are not. Why are you wearing it?” Farrell inquired, his gaze darting down my body and back to my face.Why was he making such a big deal about a dress? He did not hear me announce I had caught my husband and his ex-girlfriend kissing.“Is this a business meeting or an interrogation?” I asked, tilting my head slightly and motioning to his associates. “They haven’t left.”He glared at me, then let go of my arm and cleared his throat, as if the reminder had reset his senses.“I am sorry, gentlemen, this is my wife, Molly,” he explained. Farrell introduced the person I had met as Ernesto Russo and the person I had not met as Theo Campbell.“It is a pleasure to meet you both,” I said as I stood to shake th
Farrell:“Shall we, gentlemen?” I asked Theo and Ernesto as the waiters arrived with food trays.They placed them on the table, and we began to eat. Molly, who ate slowly, had some food left, and while she ate quietly, I caressed her thigh, causing her to let out soft gasps now and then.“Are you attempting to entice my clients?” I whispered into her ears, and she looked at me with her lashes fluttering.As she swallowed deeply, I gave her an icy stare. She resumed savoring her meal. I took a spoon from my soup and reached for her bare skin through the slit in her dress. When I tried to run my hands inwards, she cleared her throat. “I think I am full,” she admitted, smiling at Ernesto and Theo.She then stood up after dabbing her mouth with a hanky.“It was a pleasure meeting you, sirs,” she said, reaching out for a handshake.She then turned to face me and kissed my cheek before hurrying away. I pursed my lips, watching the rhythm of her hip and butt swaying as she walked. Then I look
Molly:Farrell had denied me sex and any form of physical contact the night before. He slept on the couch to keep me from touching him, so I had to touch myself to the thought of him.I swear I did not like this man, but I was sexually attracted to him. It would have been preferable if we had not been married—we could have been sexual buddies. He was only having sex for convenience’s sake, but he appeared possessive. He’d thrown a lot of strong words at me since I arrived.“Good morning, my kitten,” Farrell said, forcing me to open my eyes.I blinked open my eyes to meet his piercing gray gaze. He sat to my right, his other hand across to my left, leaving me in the middle. He was also dressed for work, in a gray suit, and his waves were defined, almost touching his brow.“You know the deal I closed with Ernesto and Theo last night?” I just stared wide-eyed when he asked.“I will go over there and show them the lands, which are quite far away from here.”“How far?” I asked.“A thousand
Molly:It was not as difficult as I expected to get past the security. When Farrell’s personal security passed by, I knew I had to dock. When I got to the stairs, I noticed Benjamin and a few other men by the door. I had to wait a few minutes at the bottom of the stairs to catch my breath. As soon as they were gone, I dashed across the large reception area, blending in with the crowd, and lunged through the large glass door.As soon as my feet touched the ground outside, I dashed out of the parking lot to the taxi rank on the other side, where white city taxis were lined up.I got into the first one. “Good morning,” I said to the driver.He was elderly, with almost no hair on his head except for a few white hairs on the sides.“I need to get to Carlo Alberto hospital, but first I would like to get some fruits,” I told him, and he nodded.Before continuing to the hospital, I stopped briefly at the fruit market and purchased a handful of fruit. I was soon in the large halls of the hospit
Molly:This man hurled me into the car, and there were two other men in the back seat. Was I kidnapped? I questioned myself.These men crammed me in like a sardine and would not even let me look left or right. The enormous man who had grabbed me earlier drove away.“Who are you, and where do you work?” I yelled, but they all remained silent.I turned to look at the men who had sandwiched me, but they just stood there with straight faces. I swallowed deeply and sank into the seat.This was ridiculous! At least if I were being kidnapped, I should be told.“Are you abducting me? If you are, don’t you think you should call my husband to find out?” I asked, trying to squeeze my hand out of the tight space to reach the man, but I couldn’t.“Do you work for Ernesto? You’ll be in big trouble if my husband gets to know about this.”I said a lot to them, but they did not move an inch. Because they were so quiet, I wondered if they were really human beings. The driver kept his hands steady on the