Chapter 5

Blae POV

I woke up in bed. No longer being assaulted against the wall.

My God what is this!!, I've completely lost my mind around this lunatic. He sexually assaulted me. Speaking of lunatics, after I look around the room, I see him sitting on a sofa in the corner staring at me intensely.

"Mr. Burks," that's all I get out before he interrupts me. "I told you to call me Thayer, don't make me repeat myself."

"Well, Thayer - I need to be going," I looked over there where he was sitting and asked, "have you been sitting there all night?"

"Yes, I couldn't decide whether I wanted you to wake up in chains or not. I knew you were going to wake up and start this, I'm leaving nonsense and I'm here to tell you that you're not, leaving that is."

"Huh," I stare at him in confusion.

"Thayer, I have a job, and I have a book club meeting on Mondays. I can't stay here." I admit it wasn't a long list of things to do, but so what. He looks like he could care less. I started to panic.

"Thayer please don't do this."

I make a move to leave the bed, and he is quickly on me, grabbing me by my hair and throat tight. I look into his face, mainly his eyes and see a lightning strike in his irises then he starts to talk.

"I don't give a fuck what you got going on. Your ass is not leaving here. You better be grateful you didn't wake up chained to this bed. Do you understand me? "

He intensified this by squeezing my throat with every word, so I just nodded and dropped my gaze. He lifts my head up and starts kissing me, I moan. I know I should fight, but I don't know how. I wasn't raised to be violent. I just bury all my anger and hurt and keep pushing. But maybe I can run. So, I snapped from the daze his kisses were putting me in.

"Thayer, I have to go to the bathroom." He stopped and pointed to the bathroom. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped and took off down the hall towards the front door in nothing but what I assume is Thayer's shirt that he put on me. I reached for the door and tried opening it, but it had no handle, only a device for a palm print. "Damn it." I cursed loudly.

I turn around and see Thayer standing there in all his nakedness. I didn't get a chance to see his body last night, but I must say it is nice looking. Toned and muscular with a big veiny pink dick. No wonder I felt stretched and pained.

He suddenly rushed toward me and grabbed my hair and punched me in the face. "Thayer no, please, what are you doing." I can't believe he hit me in the face, my nose in particular. I instantly fall down, and blood runs in my mouth. He falls on me and grabs my hands and holds them above my head, with his free hand, he rips the shirt off me. He stares down at me, watching the blood run everywhere he then leans down and licks it with his tongue.

I start crying, realizing my situation for the first time. This seems to excite Thayer more because he starts kissing me and sucking the blood from my tongue. He takes his hand and starts rubbing my clit." Nooo," I cry out. Oh, the sensations are many, and they are short-circuiting. My whole body starts to feel good, and my clit is sending out waves.

"Thayer please," I said after he let me up for air. He stares down at me, too far gone with lust in his eyes. He starts rubbing my clit faster with more pressure. I raised my hips, feeling a good explosion cuming.

But he stops.

"Noo noo please!"

"Shhh, I will give you what you want, babe." He climbs in between my legs and shoves his dick all the way to the hilt. I am so worked up that I automatically start cuming and clenching around his dick, sucking it deeper. "Ugh...urgh," he says as his dick starts pulsing. Is he cuming already? He falls on me and turns his cheek away in embarrassment. I would laugh, but my face hurt, which brings me back to my reality.

"Thayer, why are you doing all this to me.?"

He tenses and turns his face to me, " because you are mine and I will do whatever I want to you. I told you, you weren't going anywhere."

"But why, we've only known each other a little over a month. Do you love me? Is that why you're acting like this? "

"All I know right now is that I want you, we'll work out the rest later.” He got up and picked me up off the floor.

"Can you cook?"

"Yes," I answered, stunned. Is Thayer even going to apologize to me?

"Good, go to the kitchen and cook us breakfast." I look at him floored and flabbergasted. "Thayer, are you going to apologize to me for what you did."

"Why?" he asked, looking confused. Uh!! because you hit me fucker and my nose is probably swollen, I think to myself.

"Thayer- you hit me in the face, and my nose is probably swollen."

"You look beautiful, now go do what I asked."

"But Thayer," I said, but was cut off with his sharp reply." Now!!"

I walk toward where I think the kitchen is. Thayer has a beautiful place. His kitchen is fully stocked unlike the rest of the house. I grab some pots and pans and ingredients wondering how the hell I'm going to get out of here. Thayer is showing psycho tendencies, and I just can't deal with it. He could possibly kill me.

He has been on his phone the whole time I've been cooking. I signaled to him the food was ready and plated his food and served him. I plate my own food and sit down. He started asking me about my life and my parents. I asked him the same questions, and he was pretty closed off saying it was just him and his mom, and he didn't know his dad.

"Are you crazy," I blurted out. He stops eating and looks at me, saying, "no." He said," I actually consider myself very intelligent. I have a college degree in finance. I have a significant position in a multi-billion-dollar company, and I have successfully hidden my true self from everyone. That is until you came along. You have no idea the wrench you have thrown in my plans."

I raised an eyebrow at that not mentioning that crazy people are the educated ones.

He said, "if I am crazy as you put it, could my crazy recognize a kindred spirit. "

"Are you saying I'm crazy."

"I'm withholding judgment for now," he said.

''I'm not crazy," I say.

He shrugged, not saying anything.

This put me in a bad mood. How dare his ass.

"Go to the room," I hear him say. I think I sit in the chair too long for his liking because his eyebrows start to narrow. I get up and head toward the room and then go to the shower. I have dried cum on my legs. I am just disgusted with myself.

"Where are you going, "he asked, and I stare at him in confusion. I had to bite back a smart retort like what other rooms this way dickhead, I'm obviously going to the bathroom.

Instead, I say, "I'm going to take a shower."

"I'll join you."

While in the shower, he washes my hair and my body. When he starts massaging my scalp, I fall into a trance. After he's done cleaning me, we get out. I walk to his drawer to find another shirt to put on.

"What are you doing?" I'm about to roll my eyes at all these dumb questions.

"I'm borrowing another one of your shirts since you ripped all my clothes," I snapped a little.

"Well, that's all well and good, but right now I need you naked," he said.

"Thayer please, my body hurts, and I'm really sore down there."

"Don't make me repeat myself, " he said.

My eyes gather tears, my shoulder slump, and I walk towards the bed. He fucked me all weekend. I can barely walk, that man has a dick on him, and it feels good too, well when he wants it to. He also caused me pain when I questioned him or did or said something he didn't like. But Sunday came, and I can no longer be silent. I have to leave.