THEIR ΦΩΤΙΆ(LIGHT)

Your New Purpose Is Me

JACKY

I don't know how time flew that it was already 6 pm. I planned on just watching Purple Hearts but ended up watching more Netflix movies.

Someone, who I assume was a guard, brought me lunch earlier. Yawning, I stood up and went to the bathroom.

I was done after a few minutes, washed my face and hands then walked out only to continue watching.

I know about 'his punishments' but something in me compels me to look forward to them.

The feeling is strong, as is my strange attraction to him. I oddly feel safe and at home with him.

I could easily zone out when I was watching thinking about him and how beautiful he is. Surprisingly, I don't feel scared of him and what he'll do to me.

Instead a small part of me missed him. I never miss people but he is different.

Stop it Jacky, he's obviously different. Who kidnaps you and plans to punish you for what you don't know about.

Geez I can't believe I just said I'm going to be punished for what I don't know about. It's as if I know him or owe him something.

My mind screams at me to look for a way out but my thoughts are too foggy to think about that, except for him.

I just met the guy today and my mind is already consumed by him, his Greek accent, deep voice, his tall masculine and lean build, beautiful face, those plumb kissable lips.

What! Kissable lips?

What are you thinking Jacky? Why are you blushing? Why is your heart racing ? Why are these annoying insects fluttering in your stomach? What is there to make your heart flatter and smile awkwardly? Who turned you into a pervert?

I ask myself those questions, I don't understand why I'm behaving this way. Why is my body so responsive to my thoughts about him.

I slide my fingers through my red untamed locks frustratingly, my mind thinks of his midnight black hair which looked soft and were perfectly gelled back.

I imagine my fingers sliding through his hair when he is between my legs eating me…

Stop it Jacky, what happened to you?

I shouldn't be wet right now or be aroused. I shouldn't be feeling this giddy at the of him eating me out.

I shouldn't be thinking of him eating me out either in the first place.

But I am, and I despise myself for it.

With a frustrated sigh, I thought of something that calms me and stops my obsessive thoughts, cooking.

I could hear bodyguards/men or whatever they are talking to themselves in distinct chatters. I wish I could feel free like them and not conflicted like this.

I wish I could define what I'm feeling right now and make wise decisions.

I knock on the door for them to unlock it. Yeah the bastard locked it from the outside and appointed bodyguards on my door to prevent me from running away.

Scoffing, 'as if I could.' maybe I could.

Wait did I just say my door? Since when did this psycho's door become mine?

I heard heavy foot steps from the other side before the door clicked open.

I blushed as I hoped to see him again, to see him opening the door for me. The door he locked.

My face fell when the bodyguard walkedq in. I think his name was Aiden.

Why did I feel a tiny feeling of disappointment when it wasn't him. Not Mason.

I curse that his name sounds sexy from my mouth causing butterflies flutter furiously in my stomach.

" What can I do for you, Your H… Miss Jacky? "

He coughed awkwardly as if trying to hide something from me.

" Can you show me to the kitchen, I need something to eat I'm hungry. "

I said politely looking up to him.

Everyone here was tall, at least 6 ft and good looking but not taller and more handsome than a certain someone.

Ugh Jacky, why are you comparing them with your captor?

I stressed the word captor more, but my arrogant mind seemed to not care.

" I'm sorry Miss but Sir instructed us to not let you out of his room. If you're hungry I can bring food here to you. Please sit down and continue watching while I bring you food. "

He says but I won't oblige to his sir's demand. Something in me relishes in seeing him riled up and I'm just going to do that, push his buttons to see what he'll do.

I could probably die but I'm not scared. So I pushed Aiden from the door and walked.

" Will you direct me to the kitchen or should I direct myself and get lost, probably run away while getting lost? "

I asked with a cocky smile, knowing that I've already won.

Psycho 0 : Jacky 1

I almost do a happy dance when he sighs and follows me, constantly ranting of why I shouldn't and his endless pleas to go back in the room.

Trust me, I'm not a spoiled brat but I really want to see what and how he'll react when I break his so-called rules.

Fuck rules. Especially his. I feel like a bad ass. I'm on my craziest high

I gasped when a strangely long hallway came into view, lowering that high.

Large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, crystal chandeliers, cream walls with black double doors, white marble floors, beautiful painting on the walls and expensive looking vases with flowers in them.

Who the f**k is this guy and how does he own all of this?

We took many turns and corners as the soft thud of our steps on the floor as the only noise.

The house was cold, no personal accessories like pictures. The house or whatever we can call it is definitely big, very big.

The stairs were spiralled giving it an elegant yet stylish vibe. We finally made it to the kitchen and oh my, this is the biggest kitchen I've ever seen.

Integrated with all equipment that the majority I don't know use of, lol.

Everything was looking sparklingly clean from the white sinks, grey granite kitchen island to every f*****g thing you know in the kitchen, that I could see a vague shadow of me from the floor.

Whoever maintains this does a very good job. Putting aside my amazement, I walk to the fully stocked fridge to prepare dinner.

Aiden looks at me wide-eyed, trying to tell me not to cook when there is food in the refrigerator but I don't take any of it.

From the looks of it, that food looks at least a month old meaning these guys don't eat fresh food.

I felt a pain in my chest with the thought of Mason not eating something fresh.

What the f**k is wrong with me. Why should I care if he eats or not. He could even die for all I care!

These groceries could take me a year and half before I finish them. Cause who stocks their fridge with so much apart from that psychotic asshole!?

Shaking my head, I settled for an Italian baked chicken and pineapple bowl. I started doing my thing and after sometime, I was done.

Everything went well until I looked up to ask Aiden for help with putting the plates.

I think I got choked on air seeing him in all his glory, smirking while looking at me with those eyes.

Those eyes that look at you like you're the most adorable and beautiful thing in the world.

Those that gaze at you as if you were made from different materials and have unique features.

He gazed at me like I always do the moon and the sunset, like it's the most peaceful thing to do and stare at.

A blush bloomed on my cheeks already uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze.

Was he looking at me all this time?

My heart summersaults at the thought in happiness as my cheeks burned more.

What is he doing to my poor heart.

Not knowing what to say, I walked away to set the plates but I was immediately pulled back roughly to a rock hard chest, my back hitting it.

I didn't need to know whose it was since his sweet musky scent said it all, melting me into him subconsciously.

Oh boy, I just thought his scent is sweet.

I felt large calloused hands grip tightly on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to his chest feeling his swollen bulge.

He's hard.

He yanks my head upwards and leans to my ear that I could feel his lips on my shells. I gasp, not in pain but his sudden act.

" Don't you know welcoming me home is your new purpose? Hmm. Tell me, whose permission did you take to go out of the room. I didn't. But no worries, you happen to be lucky cause I teach mine manners and we shall start now. Show me how good you are excited to find your new purpose."

He speaks his lips touch the shell of my ear causing me to dampen down there.

Does he expect me to run in his arms like a little slut.

A voice spoke in my head, a very very deep and sexy voice,

" Yes. Like my little slut. "

I was startled, thinking that I was hallucinating. I turned only to find a smirking Mason, a venomous sly smirk.

My heart was literally beating against my ribs wanting to break them. I shook my head to confirm I wasn't dreaming and of course hallucinating.

"Do you expect me to run into you and ask you how your day has been like a slut? Sorry to disappoint you but I can't do that, I know my values very well to stoop at that low level. Now excuse me I have dinner to serve. "

I said mockingly, ignoring the emptiness of his hands on me. His cold, intimidating face on my flushed one, saying

" I see you don't understand what my bare minimum is. Don't you think that's too little? A deep kiss would try reaching average. You need to know something, you do whatever I tell you, if I want you to be my slut you open your legs wide for me to do whatever I want. If I tell you to stay in you not only stay but also inside the blankets. Do you understand? "

I shouldn't have clenched my thighs nor should my heart race as I dampen my panties more. I shouldn't have nodded my head quickly but here I am, I did all those too quickly like a b***h.

He grips my chin forcing me to look up to his dark eyes and the stupid smirk playing on his lips.

I trash out thoughts of his lips against mine. Since when did I start thinking like this?

" Why don't you start by running into me and kiss my cheek, then we shall continue from there? "

He asks cockily and I swear I'll f*****g kill him when I get a chance to one day. He'll f*****g die in my hands if he doesn't take caution.

Like a good girl I am, stepped back and ran into him. I hesitated a bit kissing his cheek but he pinched my ass making me jerk up and kiss his cheek.

But the bastard turned his face so I ended up pecking his lips. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as the asshole laughed.

I felt hot all of sudden. The room's temperature seemed to have risen, burning my skin all over.

" Let go of me you asshole. How dare you touch me, I hate you so much. Ugh let go of me the food will turn cold. "

I said wriggling out of his iron grip on my petite waist, wanting to kill him for pinching my ass.

He remained amused as his eyes darkened with something that caused shivers to run down my spine.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control himself, from what? I don't know either. Without letting go of me, he growled.

Real growling.

God knows why I found it sexy as I closed my eyes to feel it vibrate through me.

With a beating heart and trembling lips that I could barely look up to him, I looked at his now darkened eyes.

My lips trembled…