Anchor

Part 9 - How the other half lives

        His voice was as harsh a freezing winter breeze, "If anyone touches her, I'll cut their hearts out and feed it to their families." There was no cocky attitude this time. I didn't know if that was good or bad. I kept my eyes closed, better to pretend to be asleep right? No words were spoken for some time and the last sound of footsteps were long gone. I think my pretending turned into actual sleep because as I opened my eyes the sky had a sweet glow from the setting sun beyond the window. I looked down to the soft blanket covering my legs which draped over the length of the large four poster bed I was laying on. 

    Fancy. 

    The walls were adorned with paintings; all old and breathtaking. A fluffy rug sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and I really hoped it wasn't real fur. To my left was a door which was either the bathroom, wardrobe or exit. Yep, there were three doors in total so one of them was definitely my escape route. I slid out from under the blanket and began my search for the exit. 

    Door number one was the wardrobe, filled with expensive looking suits, branded sports wear and pairs upon pairs of mens shoes.

     s**t. 

    I backed away and headed to door number two only to discover a spectacular oval tub in the centre, glass shower in the corner and marble counters that seemed to go on for miles. If I wasn't leaving, I would enjoy every second in that tub. 

    I backed out of the room again when a small tapping came from behind door number three. 

    I ran back to the bed and climbed under the blanket before it opened, hiding my accelerated breaths. Light footsteps headed towards the bed and as I looked up I caught sight of a woman, she was young, I want to say sixteen, seventeen maybe, with hair the colour of a fine red wine and a face you'd want to befriend. 

    She placed a tray of food at the end of the bed and my mouth began salivating. As we locked eyes she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and dipped her head. 

    "Uh, hey." I smiled lightly.

    Her eyes lit up before she turned back to the door and back to me again. She probably thought I was a mute, or it might be because my voice was a bit crackled from being asleep for so long. 

    "You live here?" I asked.

    "I really should go. Please, eat." She smiled and if she didn't look terrified of being punished for something then I would have thought she did something to the food. 

    I watched her leave before I moved to grab the food. The smell of bacon smelt too good to pass up and now my hangover was non existent, I needed to eat. The bacon sandwich hit the spot and I sat in silence finishing the bottle of water that came with it. In fact I was too engrossed in how good it tasted that I completely ignored my goal of leaving. 

    I placed the empty tray on the floor, and went to the attached bathroom to pee and when I returned to the bedroom, he was sitting on the side of the bed.

    "Enjoying your stay?" He interlocked his fingers and rested them on his lap.

    "Actually I was about to head out. Most people don't pick up strangers and carry them home. Assuming this is your home and not some secret hide out where you keep all your victims?" I c****d my eyebrow.

    He laughed low and shook his head. "Firstly, we're not strangers. Or have you forgot how acquainted we got yesterday, I mean I don't know about you but I've not stopped thinking about it."

    Heat rose up my cheeks. Of course he would bring that up. Cocky prick. "Listen here, Benjamin, I'm not playing these stupid games with you. I'm going to walk out that door and go-" 

    "Go where exactly? I didn't kidnap you, Kitty. I found you practically passed out in the forest, which means you had a little falling out with Officer dipshit and needed some space. Am I right?" He smirked, "I know I'm right." 

    I sighed, he couldn't be more right. 

    "Mhm. Thought so. Look, I'm just offering you a place to lay low. Stay as long as you need." He wore his look of accomplishment with a grin. I knew him and Stellan didn't get on but I didn't have anywhere else to go and going back to that house - I couldn't. Not yet. 

    "And what do you expect in return? I don't see you doing this for me out of the kindness of your heart." 

    He rubbed his hands together and stood. I had forgotten how tall he was, it was slightly intimidating. My thoughts drifted to Stellan and what he would think if he knew I was here. Ben probably told him already to rub his face in it. But it's not like I willingly ran into his arms for safety, he just happened to be there. 

    Wait, why was he there? 

    "I wouldn't take anything from you that you wouldn't give willingly." He walked to the door, opened it and paused, "I meant what I said though, I haven't stopped thinking about it." 

    I was rooted in the same spot for a good three minutes before I walked back to the bed. I refused to let him toy with me like that. Yes, the kiss was a good kiss and yes he was so good looking my mouth watered but from our last encounter I couldn't trust him. 

    Twenty minutes later spent deep in thought, a light tap sounded again. I called for whoever it was to enter and in walked the young girl from earlier. This time her hair was up in a messy bun and she looked less afraid to talk to me. 

    "We have to stop meeting like this," I joked and she laughed. It was small laugh but it made her cheeks look like a chipmunks. "If I didn't know better I'd say you're stalking me," She retorted and this time I laughed.

    "Is it that obvious?" I threw my hands up in a dramatic way as she walked over and placed some new clothes on the bed. She turned to leave and I called out, "Wait. What's your name?" 

    "Saphrine." She turned and smiled. "Ben is my cousin." 

    Great.

    "He asked me to bring you some clean clothes and a towel. Sorry if it's not something you'd normally wear, he picked it out not me." 

    Of course he did. I eyed the clothes before lifting a tiny silk bralette and matching silk pyjama shorts. Well it really left nothing to the imagination, I wasn't sure I'd even fit my left tit in the top. She pulled a face and mouthed a sorry before closing the door behind her. 

     I stripped down, leaving a pile of clothes at my feet and grabbed the towel, heading to the bathroom. It took me a moment to fully take in how beautiful it really was. I ran my hand along the side of the tub as steam filled the air. So this is how the other half lives.

    I needed this, the feeling of the hot water gently rippling as I moved, the way the room silenced as I fully submerged my body. It was pure bliss. I opted for the body wash that smelt of exotic fruits and I felt cleaner than I had ever been, only finally exiting the tub when the water around me turned cold. 

    Wrapping myself up in the towel, I strolled back into the bedroom before picking up the the silk shorts and slipping them on whilst removing the towel. After I managed to get the bralette over my breasts, my reflection caught my eye. 

    Before I would wear comfy clothes - leggings and oversized shirts, never feeling the need or the want to look overly s****l but this was taking it to a whole new level. The shorts clung to my behind, almost cupping and lifting my cheeks. Exposed were my thighs and toned stomach, my breasts nearly spilling over the top of the fabric. Owning my curves was something I'd always wished I could do, I wanted to be confident in my skin but that home comfort of dressing like I didn't have to impress was what I had sought out when I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a black button up shirt of Benjamin's. Considering he was around a foot taller than me, it didn't come as a shock when the shirt fell mid way over my thighs. It was perfect at keeping the clothing he left for me concealed. 

    Sitting in the dark under the covers, I debated on contacting Jodie to apologise. After last nights drinking session I really did feel I had made progress in getting her to like me. Shouting at her wasn't the best approach to getting answers but at the time I was caught up in the moment and took it out on her. I don't doubt she was keeping things from me but I didn't give her the chance to explain before I ran.

    Loneliness sunk deep into my core as the hours passed me by. Darkness had fully engulfed the room, minus the small shimmer of moonlight that hung over the bed like a tiny white spotlight. Any noise from the rest of the house had grown silent as the clock ticked on until a creak of the handle alerted my attention to the door. 

    He was a mere shadow, but I didn't have to look to know it was him. The bed dipped beside me and I stilled as the covers lifted and the hairs on his chest connected with my back. I wouldn't call this a nightmare, a dream maybe, a reality - I wasn't too sure. 

    I took comfort in his arm wrapping around me and his voice was laced with surprise as he said "You're wearing my shirt." I didn't respond, not knowing if it was a statement or a question. His hand fiddled with the buttons on the shirt in the same way a child played with a label on a blanket. That was until the bottom button popped open and then the one above that.

     I chose not to say anything, not wanting to risk losing his embrace. It was stupid but I was in control of the situation and the thought of being alone again made my mind wander to a place no one should go.

     A small sigh escaped me as his hand traced circles over the bare skin on my stomach, tracing lower until they reached the waistband of my shorts. This man had power over me that I couldn't explain and with the smallest of gestures and minimum amount of words he managed to excite and tease an inner me into breathing new life. The racing of my heart was the green light he needed to continue as I bit my lip and closed my eyes. His rapid breaths against my shoulders sent tingles under my skin and when his lips grazed over my neck in soft movements I moaned whilst his hand slid under my shorts. 

    "Ben." I moaned, not sure if I wanted him to stop or speed up as his finger slowly began circling my aching bud. In all my wildest dreams I had never imagined something to feel this good. At my words he pulled me further into him, allowing me to grind myself into his bulging member that hid under his shorts. The speed of his fingers increased, swirling and rubbing building a tension inside me ready to explode. This was my game but I had relinquished control the moment his name slipped from my lips. 

    "Has anyone touched you like this before?" 

    I breathed a small 'no' and ground harder against him. 

    "Good," He moaned, "I want you to remember this."

    His middle finger moved lower before pushing it inside my opening. I gasped and he bit down on my neck. The skin could have broken under his bite but I ignored the pain as as much as I didn't want to admit it, it made me want him more. A second finger joined the first as he began pumping them in and out, faster and faster until a flash of lightening lit the room for a split second as if allowing the gods to witness this moment of ecstasy. 

    "Fuck." Ben moaned into my hair and his fingers felt the squeeze of my pleasure. I cried out in bliss as this amazing new sensation shocked my whole body.