Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -25-

 I passed out as soon as the aircraft took off and woke up when Barraza was carrying me to the car. Did I let him know that I was awake? No. Did I enjoy being in his arms? Yes. 

 I hate that he looks like every girls’ wet dream. I hate that I cannot get the thought of him touching me out of my head. I should want to chop his hands off when he touches me, but I am being smitten kitten in is lap. Pathetic. 

 Maybe I should let him have me. Just to get it out of my system. And perhaps he turns out to be a mediocre lay, so then I would know that I am not missing out on anything when I reject him later on. 

 Oh my god. When will we arrive? If this car ride lasts any longer, I might jump him with my broken body and molest him right here in the car. Even more pathetic. 

 Car is finally slowing down and I have arrived here once again. At least this time, it is on my own accord and free will in the most part. Does it make this whole thing easier? Hopefully. 

 For the second time he doesn’t wake me and just carries me. He has people for everything, so I am little surprised that he is doing it himself, not that I am complaining, but it doesn’t make sense to me. He doesn’t seem to be the guy who does the dirty work himself. Considering his attitude toward me I am quite sure he deems me as something of a work if not dirty work. Sad but true.

 I didn’t get the promised tour of the estate last time, well actually I am to be blamed for that, therefore I can’t really tell where he is taking me or if its even the same villa. With his estimated value he could own mansions is every freaking town. 

 I hear door opening and soon after he places me gently to what feels like a bed. Not just any bed, this feels like the most comfortable bed on this planet, with silk sheets that caress my skin just the right way. I might be exaggerating a little, but this does feel heavenly.

 If only I could stay lying here with my eyes closed and never deal with problems again, wouldn’t that be a dream to shoot for. Unfortunately, I have to stop my little act and get back to reality to deal with problems that seem to follow me around like stray cats who you fed once.

 Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself in familiar surrounding. He brought me to the same room I was in the last time, not the one I woke up after they kidn*pped me, but the lavish bedroom. Makes me wonder if this is his bedroom and is he expecting us to share it. 

 Great, just great. 

 At least the bed is as large as a small country, so I can pretend I am sleeping in it all alone. I can pretend his tantalizing body isn’t just a reach away and I am not missing out on anything. Hell, I have to forget his physical appearance and concentrate on what an asshole he actually is. And a k********g asshole at that. 

 Slowly getting up from the bed and stretching my hurting body I realize that I have nothing here. Why am I so stupid? I could have requested my most basic things brought to me from my apartment. No toothbrush, no pajamas, no phone. No document and no nothing. Am I really that braindead?

 I put myself here, I have to figure this out. I open the first door and it is a huge walk-in closet, lets try next one, and jackpot, bathroom. 

 Fancy guy like him has to have a spare toothbrush so I just have to find it. He owns the largest vanity I have ever seen. Looking through the cabinets and drawers will take all night, but I love snooping around so let’s get this fun started. 

 Why can’t people live modest, it’s way healthier lifestyle than this ‘I have to have everything’ that is going on here. And there is literally everything, seems like a family of eight is using this bathroom rather than one bachelor, well ex-bachelor.

 He has drawers full of cosmetics and make-up. Looks like he wants to make his one-night stands feel at home here. I hope this is the case, I would be very disappointed if he turns out to be cross-dresser. I will check his closet later to see if I find any lace panties hiding where his boxershorts should be.

 Finally, toothbrush in a package so I can be sure no skanks who have spent the night used it. Thinking about all the women who are after him piss me off. I hope the feeling is not called jealousy; I don’t think I own him in anyway so it couldn’t be jealousy. We are in loveless marriage so jealousy or any other feelings that falls into this category are definitely ruled out. Right?

 I brushed my teeth, checked my wounds before changing the Band-Aids for fresh ones. I will have couple of nasty scars but so far, they seem to be healing. If not anything else, I am going to look like a badass with a scary story to tell one day. 

 Going back to the bedroom I take a quick look around and find myself still alone in here. I open the walk-in closet and without going inside I find his t-shirts folded neatly right next to the entrance. I crab one and start my mission to get changed. Getting my pants off was no problem, getting the hoodie off all by myself is another hell. Slowly and awkwardly, I manage to get it off and slip on the t-shirt.

 Now I have all night to regret coming here. No. Now I have the rest of my life to regret coming here. Loneliness is mean companion that lets all the nasty thoughts walk over you like you were nothing more than a road bump. 

 Crawling under the silk sheets I hope sleep knocks me out soon.

 Fortunately, I slept like a baby and the sun caressing my skin is the best wakeup call I have received in a long time. I stretch my limbs carefully and notice that I am still all by myself. If the bed is any indication, I was alone in it all night with his side of the bed still untouched. 

 I leave the comfort of his bed and pull his shirt as low as possible to cover as much as possible. Not that I don’t like oversized t-shirts, but I need clothes, I need pants, oh and I need underwear cause I don’t want to go commando every day.

 After quick bathroom break, I step out of the bedroom to hunt down my ‘lovely’ husband, he said I could have anything I wanted, and I will let him know that I want underpants. 

 Few turns in the hallways, and I finally make it to the large hallway that looks like the one his office was located. I don’t really remember which door it was, so I just have to try them all. 

 Door number one. Locked. I knock couple of times but no answer, so I move on.

 Door number two. Bathroom. 

 Door number three. Opens and I step inside. Big mistake.

 “Oh f**k-- I mean I am sorry,” I mumble as I stand in the doorway and about ten men, dressed in suit and tie are looking at me with amusement. Barraza who is sitting at the head of the table is also looking at me, but he is not very amused, so I decided to annoy him even more, “I need underpants,” I say to him, and I see the others looking between us two, “And clothes in general, this is not very flattering look on me.” I wave my finder up and down my body while forcing a smile on my face.

 He takes a long breath through his nose and stands up. “Excuse me,” he hisses and walks straight to me, grabs me by my arm and leads me to the door at the back of the room that opens to his office.

 “What the f**k are you doing?” He asks as the door closes behind us. He is definitely not amused. 

 “I need clothes, I need shoes, I need toiletries, and if I am allowed to go out, I need a phone,” I read him the list of my demands that comes to mind. Not a long list but an important one, important to me at least. 

 He looks at me and just shakes his head as he finally lets go of my arm. 

 “I hope you enjoyed your little show because this will be the last time you behave like that in front of my partners.”

 “’Partners’ sounds like you are bunch of gay guys,” I say as I start to laugh at my own joke. I don’t even know why I feel like I can act as juvenile as I am acting but for once it feels good to say whatever comes to mind. Might be the repercussion of being isolated with no one to talk to or laugh with.

 And the shocked look on his face makes me laugh even harder. 

 I see him taking a step closer to me and my laughter stops immediately when he cups my fanny, “If you ask me, I prefer this without underpants.”

 When my brain unfreezes, I push him away and now the tables have turned, he is smiling victoriously, and I am not amused. Aroused but not amused.

 “I am not asking, I am telling you what I need,” I manage to answer him when words return to me.

 “Go back where you got this t-shirt and look around,” he said and walked away into the same room we came from.

 Like I remember how to get back and now on top of everything my p***y is craving to be touched by him again. That’s something I didn’t consider when I waltzed into his office with my bare ass. 

 So, nothing goes like planned anymore.