Vanished in Chicago (Vanished)

Forever your man,

Jak

P.S. Hope you like your new bling.

My new bling? As soon as he says it, I look down and see there is not only something around my ankle, but also around my neck. Anxious to see what it is, I grimace the entire walk to the bathroom. My pussy is so sore and swollen that each movement causes my clit to cry out in agony. “Fuck,” I hiss with each step.

Finally in front of the mirror, I see this beautiful necklace, with a diamond in the center. It’s surrounded by some sort of intricate design that I can’t make out. It’s exquisite and well thought out. The one on my ankle is similar, just smaller. I stroke it a little bit longer. My eyes trace the path he took last night as evident by the bruises on my neck, chest, and tits. Standing far enough back from the mirror, I can see his handprints on my hips. A normal woman would freak at the obvious rough handling and signs of aggression, but for me…well… my pussy is wet again. Everything about the way he took me makes me feel feminine and desirable. Like he couldn’t control himself and knowing I did that to him is quickly becoming a drug.

One-hour long soak later, I am looking in the closet for something to wear. Since I will more than likely still be stuck in the mansion again, I decide on a pair of black leggings, an off the shoulder red shirt and these gorgeous red and tan Christian Siriano peep toes. What? They are only two inches high. Geesh. I may be a captive, but I can still look good, can’t I?

In the bathroom, I blow out my hair with the diffuser because he loves the wild look on me and to be honest so do I. It is one of the distinguishing things about me and Lily. She prefers her hair straight and tamed. She is much more coiffed than I am. With none of my makeup here, there is nothing else for me to do. Suddenly I am nervous and unsure. “Great time to be second guessing shit, Chiara,” I chastise myself. Fuck it.

Shoulders squared and fake confidence in place, I walk down the stairs. The closer I get the more delicious everything smells, and my stomach starts going crazy. Walking into the kitchen, I see a woman moving about. “Good morning, Miss.” She greets me like I am not a stranger in this house. “Are you hungry?” My stomach answers for me and I blush ducking my head.

“It seems so,” I say feeling a bit out of place.

“Mister Jakub says waffles foster and maple bacon are your favorite.” She places both in front of me and my mouth begins to water. Holy shit. How in the hell does he…oh yeah? I told him during our picnic. I assumed he was asking because he wanted to make me breakfast when we finally started dating. Naive once again.

“Thank you, this looks delicious,” I tell her, digging in. “I am Chiara by the way.” I should be ashamed of having a mouthful of waffles and talking like a heathen, but damn this is amazing.

“Yes ma'am, I know. I am Anya Volitcistik, but you may call me Anya. I run his kitchen and day to day household staff such as Mira, the maid, and the gardener, Jose. If you would tell me what you would like stocked in the kitchen and any meals you want prepared, I will see that it is done.” I look up, sure she is not talking to me or mistaken, but her intense stare proves me wrong. She is really talking to me.

“Oh no… I think there has been a misunderstanding. Those are not my decisions to make.”

“On the contrary, Miss. You are the lady of the house. These are indeed your decisions.” Oh boy. A girl loses her virginity to a killer mob boss and suddenly she is a lady of the manor.

“No. I am not the lady of the house. I am just...”

“My fiancée is not ‘just’ anything.” My body buzzes when I hear his voice and I find myself unable to breathe. It is ridiculous the amount of control he already has over my body. He walks up behind me, wraps his hand around the back of my neck and slams his mouth over mine. Never mind the fact we are in front of someone. I light up for him, moaning into his mouth as he mauls me, biting my lip. He kisses me like a man leaving for war and it makes my belly flip. I don’t realize I am gripping his shirt until he chuckles and kisses my eyes and cheeks. “So beautiful.” Sheepishly I open my eyes and stare at him. My head drops but he lifts my chin. “Never be shy about our need for one another. How are you feeling?” He kisses my neck and head before putting something on the counter.