“That privilege will have to be earned.”
Lovely. I could just imagine what that would entail.
“But…if you’re good, I will let you have a shower.”
How honorable of him.
“I’ll even make you something to eat while you clean up.”
That did sound intriguing. My stomach was already rumbling at the thought of food, but was it worth my dignity?
“So, what’s it going to be, Little Bird?”
One look at the smirk on his face told me the answer to that question.
“Go to hell.”
Preston let out an exasperated breath. “Have it your way.”
I thought he’d walk away and leave me alone, but I forgot one crucial factor. Preston liked to torment people.
My heart dropped when he twisted the cap off and dumped the contents. I smelled the water as it hit the floor. Then to add insult to injury, he placed the empty bottle in the puddle then walked out. Leaving me alone to stare in desperation.
My Little Bird was a stubborn one. She was so intent on fighting me that she wouldn’t even contemplate demeaning herself long enough for a drink. Her determination was admirable, but it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, she’d give in. Her body would demand it. Basic human needs were a hard thing to resist.
There was always the possibility that her stubborn streak would hold up, forcing me to hook her up to an IV and start our ritual all over again, but I doubted it. The desperation on her face when I dumped out that water was evident. If I were a betting man, she’d break when I returned.
I glanced over my shoulder at the closed door. “See you soon, Little Bird.”
My feet moved down the stairs, but my mind stayed in that room. I could see Marnie sitting in the same spot, with that thin wool blanket draped over her shoulders, while she stared longingly at the puddle on the ground. A large part of me was tempted to go back in there and watch her. Video only did so much.
I couldn’t smell her through the screen or listen to her tiny whining mewls. But it wouldn’t be as much fun now as when the lights were off. Night vision goggles were a fantastic invention. I wonder if she heard me jerking off? A couple of times, she looked my way but didn’t say anything. Marnie just crawled around, trying to feel through the dark while I stroked my cock.
I’d done it so much that my dick begged to be inside her again.
Unfortunately, I’d neglected some of my duties. While I didn’t enjoy falling behind, it did give me something to do to kill some time.
It turned out to be around three hours. I cut Nash up a bit and fed him, stopped in to see my other guest, and did some general maintenance. There was a leak in one of the pipes that required patching, and a shelf in one of the closets needed to be replaced. After that, I cleaned Timothy’s cage while he attacked my shoe, then had a shower. There was only one thing left to do.
I took a pull of my cigarette and sighed at the door.
It was awfully tempting to stay outside and watch the trees sway in the breeze. Not that I found nature relaxing, but I could learn to like it if it meant I didn’t have to listen to him talk. And that little fucker liked to talk. How’s so and so? What’s happening here? Who’s doing this? Can I make a phone call? It was insufferable.
May as well get it over with.
Sucking one last pull of smoke down my throat, I stubbed my cigarette out and walked inside.
Hopefully, the food I made would keep his yap shut long enough for me to get away.
I grabbed one of the trays off the island counter and headed for the west wing.
When I first unlocked the door, it was quiet, and I thought my wish for a quick in and out had been granted. Then I heard the toilet flush. There wasn’t enough time to put the tray on the table and leave. Then again, the bed was an option, and it was much closer to the door.
“Preston?”
Damnit.
“You’re late.”
