Chapitre 15: Present - 6
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." She repeated his words back to him. "But this is what I want. And the more I spend, the longer you can keep me."
Hearing that Paul's interest piqued. If he could take everything she had earned till now then she would be forced to stay with him in that mansion much longer, maybe even forever.
'A date with her wouldn't be so bad after all.' Now his thoughts started to change.
"Half." Now he planned to take back as much amount as he could from her.
"Ten. No more than that."
"Fine. But before that, you have to answer me few questions."
"Okay. Go ahead."
"What do you get out of that?" Regina was already spending spent plenty of time with him. They were dinner together every night, after that he used to fuck her every night. So he could not understand why she was wasting her money, that she was in desperate need to buy back her freedom.
"I can get a lot of out of it, actually."
Paul got more confused with that reply, he did not any kind of benefit from it. But suddenly like an iron rod, it hit me right in his head.
"So you're planning to run away from there. I was stupid for underestimating you, I should have already understood that when you asked me to take you to the city." With a burst of laughter, he said while looking at her. "You think you can run away from me that easily? Haha..."
"I'm not going to run." Not minding his laughter, she quietly replied.
"Really? I thought we didn't lie to each other."
She leaned over the table, staring at him. "There's no point in running for me. I have neither money nor that influence to get away and ask for help before getting hunted down. The only way I can return if you let me go by yourself."
He was pretty sure if she would ever run, he will definitely use all his power and men to hunt her down. "Well, you could go to the police."
"I'm pretty sure if I go there for help, I'll back here in no time but then you'll be not this nice to me, maybe then you'll never let me leave from here."
He couldn't argue there. He knew himself and what he'll do if she will ever try to escape.
"And there was also a chance that people to whom Jason sold me, spot and capture me again. So I don't want to take my chances. I would much rather stay here with you."
She was right, here she was much safer than outside, his suspicion faded away. "I still don't understand."
"Even when you aren't fucking me, I like being with you. I want more from you. I want affection. I want your attention."
He tried to understood what she meant. 'She is a woman, she must have her needs. She had been cooped up in the house for months. Our conversations were minimal. We spent most of our time screwing. There isn't much more to it.'
"And the reason doesn't matter. I still don't completely understand why you enjoy hurting me so much. Why your cock get so thick inside me after you whip me. But I don't ask because it doesn't make a difference. This is what I want."
When she laid it on thick like that, he couldn't object. She was right. Whatever her reason was, it didn't matter. He needed that money she had earned till now back, apart from that nothing matter. The more money he took back from her, the less she would have.
"I agree to your terms." And she would be his forever.
"Thank you."
Later that evening Sam greeted her at the entrance. "Sir, do you have any preferences for dinner tonight?"
"No. I'm going out."
"Out?!" Sam knew Paul very well, he knew Paul preferred solitude. It was very rare for him to eat dinner outside the house. And so Sam couldn't hide his surprise at the statement.
"Yeah. Sla... Regina and I are going out."
"Oh, that sounds nice." He gave him a quick nod before he returned to the kitchen and Paul walked to her bedroom on the second floor and tapped on her door.
"Come in." No matter how many times he knocked, he never got used to it. He always wanted to barge in because he owned her. But she would give him hell if he did. I stepped inside still wearing my suit.
She stood at the window, looking across the fields. He knew she loved the view because the window was always open. Whenever the alarm was set for the night, he had to disregard that window. He could never tell her to shut it.
"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" She turned her gaze on her, her interest nonexistent.
"Sure."
"I think we could go wine tasting afterward."
Her eyes immediately filled with light, her excitement undeniable. She abandoned the window and gave him her full attention. That joy in her eyes was something he had never seen before.
She had never looked at him like that. The only expressions he had received from her were disdain and lust with the exception of when she cried in response to his sorrow.
He tried to capture that face in his eyes.
"I would love to." She placed her hands tightly together in front of her chest. "When?"
"As soon as you get ready."
"I'll need twenty minutes."
He extended his palm, his fingers stretched outward. When she eyed it, the happiness in her eyes dulled. She retrieved some coins and dropped them onto his extended hand. Then she crossed her arms and waited for him to leave.
He pocketed them and walked out, knowing he had fucked up the mood.
She met me at the gate half an hour later. She came down the stairs in a skin-tight black dress. It was simple, hugging her hips and waist and showing a good amount of cleavage. A golden necklace hung from her throat, something Sam picked out for her.
He eyed her as she made her entrance and noted the soft curls of her hair. It was pulled over one shoulder and long, trailing past her chest. Her makeup was heavier than she normally wore. Her eyes were dark, sexy.
She looked extremely fuckable. She watched his reaction as she approached him. She tried to read his expression like she always did. She hated the fact that he understood her so well but she didn't truly understand him.
But she didn't need to bother. He gave her answers when she didn't ask sometimes. "You look perfect."
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, loving the feel of her perfect tits against her chest.
"Thanks. You look handsome too." She ran her hand up to his chest, feeling his gray collared shirt. The top button was open, and her fingers touched his bare skin at the gap. Maybe he would fuck her in the car.
"Let's go." The sooner they got this over with, the sooner they would be home. And he would be between her legs, moving through her slickness, just where he belonged.
He drove his special edition, Mercedes, through the hills as they headed to town. He preferred the glorious landscapes with the wide-open spaces. He loved the smell of the olive trees. He had traveled to many different places, but nothing was as remarkable as this place.
Her eyes were focused out the window as he drove, treasuring the false feeling of freedom. She had been locked up in two different houses since she had been kidnapped. This was the most alive she must have felt for a long time.
He knew she would not run. That thought didn't enter his mind after they discussed it. He didn't bother bringing his gun because he was not concerned. There was always a pistol in the car, but it wasn't loaded.
"I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful place…" Her eyes followed the hills as we moved.
"Because you haven't." She turned back to him, her eyes pretty. Her lashes were long and extended, and her lipstick was ruby red. He pictured the color smeared around the base of his cock. Her hand moved to the gearshift where his rested, and he immediately grew suspicious of her actions.
'Is she trying to take over the car?' She was a fighter, so he immediately became suspicious. But instead, she placed her hand on his.
He eyed it, unsure what she was doing. She looked out the window again, her hand finding comfort on top of his. Normally, he would pull away.
He was not an affectionate man. Unless things led to sex, he wasn't interested. But she told him what she wanted and paid for it.
'If she could be whipped and spanked, then I can do this. I can give this to her.' He turned his hand and interlocked their fingers together, holding her like a lover.
She eyed their joined hands but didn't react. A minute passed before she looked out the window again, her hand still tucked into his. Soon, her thumb brushed across his knuckles, feeling the hard and callused skin.
The touch soothed him. But that realization made his body tense in irritation. Affection was hard for him to give and even harder for him to receive. He had choked those emotions way back in past for turning himself into the person he was today.
"I can do it." He murmured to himself as he remembered the things he had done to her. 'If this what she wanted, if this was her fantasy, I can do it. She needed to be my slave for as long as possible and if holding her hand would make that happen then I will definitely do it.'
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