Whispered Promises

Promise

Brie cried out and woke with a start.

The dream had been so real she could still feel Sir’s presence and the pressure of Rytsar’s teeth on her neck. She whimpered in the dark, the loss of connection eating at her.

“Pleasant dream?”

Chills coursed through Brie’s body at the hated sound of Holloway’s voice. She stared into the pitch-black but could see nothing.

Sitting up, Brie scooted to the far side of the cage.

“I have something for you.”

Holloway turned on the lamp on the nightstand, forcing Brie to shield her eyes from the sudden light.

“The cage is unlocked. You must bow at my feet to receive it.”

She squinted, still adjusting to the light, and saw that Holloway had not only brought a glass of water but a small tray of fruit.

Tears pricked her eyes. The need for sustenance felt like a physical pain clawing at her insides.

When she failed to move, he barked, “Come now or suffer the consequence.”

Sir’s words from the dream played in her head. “You must wait.”

Brie looked longingly at the water and food. She knew she must survive long enough for Sir to rescue her—whatever the cost.

Feeling light-headed, Brie crawled on all fours to Holloway and pressed her forehead to the floor. This was not an act of surrender but survival.

“Excellent, songbird.”

Brie shuddered, remembering what happened to the songbird in her dream. She had no illusions about who Holloway was.

“Turn and kneel, facing away from me.”

Her heart racing, Brie followed his command, afraid of what he had planned.

Holloway wrapped one hand around her throat and lifted the glass of water to her lips. “I want to feel you swallow my gift.”

The sexual undertone of the act was unsettling, but the need for water proved too great and she eagerly swallowed.

He pressed his hand harder against her throat and groaned in pleasure as she swallowed the life-giving water.

“Slow down,” he ordered her. “I want to savor this moment.”

Despite her revulsion, Brie took slower sips to the lurid sounds of him groaning in pleasure.

Once Brie had finished half of the glass, he put it back on the nightstand and picked up a bite-sized piece of watermelon. She immediately opened her mouth and held back a moan when he placed it in her mouth and she bit into the succulent fruit. The sweet flavor of the watermelon burst in her mouth and gave her much-needed hydration and calories.

“Swallow,” he commanded.

When she did, his voice caught as he groaned even more loudly.

Brie shuddered in disgust.

“I feel you trembling,” he stated lustfully. “I always knew you were meant for this.” He took his time, telling her, “Every time you swallow, you are purposely bringing me pleasure.”

The thought of it nauseated Brie. It shocked her how blind Holloway was to her revulsion toward him. However, she knew it would benefit her if he believed he was breaking her down.