Chained (7 page)

Shaking my head, I put all of Kit’s things on top of the washing machine and placed his clothes inside. Once I started it up, I walked back up to the bedroom.

I didn’t want to be too far, so I grabbed some water from the tap got under the covers, and positioned myself as far to the edge of the bed as possible. I didn’t think I’d sleep at all like that, but the moment I closed my eyes, I was out cold.

Chapter 7

“I’ve booked you in for some hypnotherapy sessions in two weeks. Dr Reynolds is away on holiday at the moment, so it will have to wait until then.” He looked a little pissed at the idea.

I smiled, trying to brighten him up a little. “That’s okay, Uncle. I’m sure I can cope until then. I’ve been doing better, don’t you think?”

He looked up and saw my eager smile and he relaxed. He walked steadily towards me and wrapped his arm around me. In return, I placed both arms around his waist and inhaled his scent, closing my eyes.

Uncle pulled away suddenly, leaving me wanting more. He smiled when he saw me pout and placed his finger on my lip. “Lick your lips, Livy. You’ll like the taste.”

I did as instructed and tasted a strawberry liquid. My eyes widened in surprise, and a sudden arousal coursed through my veins. “Wow. What is that?”

Uncle laughed a little. “You like?” I nodded, licking my lips again. “It’s just a vitamin supplement. It will help build up your strength.” As he gazed down at my lips, my arousal switched up a gear. I felt my knickers pool with desire and had to squeeze my legs shut to keep from making it too obvious.

Uncle seemed to notice my unease as his eyes roamed around my body. “Are you okay, Livy?” He seemed amused, which only made the yearning for him stronger. It should annoy the hell out of me but, for some reason, every little thing he did aroused me.

“I…I don’t know.” I wanted him. Why did I want him with such relish that I thought my insides would burst?

Leaning forward, Uncle kissed my cheek before placing his lips to my ear. “Our time will come one day.”

“Don’t make me do it!”

I woke up with a jolt to find Kit thrashing around on the bed. I touched his shoulder and nudged him. I probably should have been worried about him punching me, but he seemed so frightened, my need to go to him outweighed any common sense.

“Kit… Kit! Wake up!”

Suddenly, Kit jolted up, climbed on top of me, and pinned me to the bed. His eyes were wide with fear and his face was menacing.

“I won’t fucking do it!”

My heart started hammering in my chest. I was scared, yes, but what terrified me even more was that frightened look in his eyes.

“Kit, please. It’s me. It’s Olivia!”

His eyes seem to focus, and he loosened his grip. “Olivia?”

My breathing was becoming heavy. “Yes. You’re safe, Kit. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He looked at me and saw that I was pinned to the bed. He let me go with a gasp. “Did I hurt you? Olivia, I’m so sorry.” He looked away in disgust, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I rose up from my position and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched a little, then relaxed.

“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me.”

Kit shook his head. “I should go.”

He was about to get up from the bed, but I grabbed him. “No!” He stopped and turned to look at me. “Kit, you’re sick. You need someone to look after you.”

“I don’t need anyone to look after me. I’ve looked after myself my whole life.” He still didn’t face me, but his words took on a hard edge.

“Then why did you come here? Why did you follow me to my house and knock on my door?” He fell silent for a moment and I took that as my opportunity to scoot over to where he sat.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him in an embrace, trying to give him the comfort he needed but never asked for. I could tell he was lonely, just like me. I was just one lonely soul reaching out to another. Thinking like that sounded sick, but the lonely part inside me didn’t care.

Kit stiffened. He sat there with his hands tightly clasped together. It was almost as if my touching him was painful.

“Kit,” I whispered. “You didn’t hurt me. You could never hurt me.” I didn’t know how I knew that, but it just seemed true.

I wasn’t sure what clicked for him, but his hands started loosening. He hesitated slightly, then turned. I started to let go of him to give him some space, but Kit looked at my arms and grabbed for me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and, pretty soon, I was lost in his embrace. I threw my arms around him and held him just as tightly as he did me. I couldn’t help the overwhelming need to nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck and inhale the soap on his skin. For some reason, my soap smelled better on him than it did on me. When I smelled it, a fire started inside me. Right then, I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anyone in my whole life. I wanted his comfort. I wanted his caress. I wanted him.

“I’m sorry, Olivia.”

I could tell he was suffering. I could sense he thought he had hurt me.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry. I’m here for you, Kit.” I felt him tighten his hold on me and, for some reason, I felt a tear fall down my face, landing on his shoulder. I didn’t know why I was crying. I guess it had been so long since I felt the comfort of another. It somehow made me feel liberated, even wanted.

It was feeling this that flicked a switch inside me.
What the hell have I been doing these last few months? Why, in my pursuit of revenge, did I not see what was right in front of me this whole time?

Sensing my tears, Kit pulled back. “Why are you crying? Have I hurt you? I’ve hurt you, haven’t I?”

I shook my head and laughed. “No, no! I already said you could never hurt me. I just… I don’t know how to explain it.” I sighed, wondering how I could tell him. “It’s just been so long since I had a hug.”

I looked down, feeling embarrassed. I thought Kit would laugh at me, but he surprised me by lifting up my chin with his finger. “Hugging me upsets you?”

I smiled. “Only because I’m happy that you hugged me. Only because it felt nice.”

Kit looked down a moment, shifted a little, and looked back at me. He looked like he was having a hard time with something.

“It feels nice when I hug you?”

Oh, my god! He was like a child. An adorable, scared, menacing, strong, frightened child. Why on earth would he think I thought otherwise of our embrace?

“Yes,” I chuckled. “It does.”

Kit fell silent for a moment, and I felt the initial shock wear off. I was suddenly exhausted again.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw that only an hour had passed since I had gone to bed. “I think we’d better get some sleep. You must be exhausted.” Kit didn’t say anything. He just watched me climb back under the covers. “Aren’t you getting in?”

He sat there for a moment. “You were in this bed with me?”

I laughed. “Yes. I wanted to be near you just in case you needed me. Kit, you’re not well and there’s no telling when the fever might come back again.”

Kit looked at the floor, then back at the bed. “Maybe I should sleep on the floor.”

I shot up and shook my head. “Oh no, you don’t, young man. You’re going to stay right here until you get better.”

I couldn’t see much in the dark, but I saw enough to know that Kit was suddenly smiling again.
Boy, I could get used to this
.

“Young man?”

I chuckled again. “Yes, young man. Get into bed and go to sleep. You need to rest. The more rest you get, the quicker you get better.”

Again, Kit hesitated for a moment, but then something won out. He moved up the bed, threw the covers back, put his legs in, and snuggled under. He turned so he was facing me, and we stayed like that for a moment, just staring. It was hard for me, considering my growing attraction to him. I was so exhausted, but the more I stared at him, the more I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

I turned so my back was facing him, but I was acutely aware that this may have looked like I rebuffed him. So, without a thought, I scooted myself back until I could feel Kit’s chest against me. I reached my arm over to grab his and threw it around me. I thought he would stiffen but, instead, he let me lead him. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly in mine, snuggling into my pillow with the biggest smile on my face. We were spooning… Well, the top half of us was anyway. Kit didn’t seem to want to get closer than that, which was probably just as well. I didn’t think I would get any sleep if I felt his crotch against my butt.

Chapter 8

“Are you nervous?” Holding my hand, Uncle snapped me out of my daydream. He had been with me since the day he found me passed out on the floor in my own vomit, a bottle of Jack beside me. Not a proud moment for me, I must admit.

I found my leg twitching and immediately stopped. “Honestly, I am a little. I’ve never been hypnotised before, so I don’t know what to expect.”

Uncle gently stroked my hand and smiled at me. He had a nice smile, a tender smile. I liked Uncle, but I knew there was something dark about him. It was the one thing that kept me away and told me to run. It didn’t matter how much he was helping me. Something in my gut told me to be careful.

“You are in very good hands. I’ve known Dr. Reynolds for many years now. She’s very good at what she does. She will help you with your nightmares.” He paused a moment, caressing my cheek. “I can’t stand hearing you scream in the middle of the night. You shake and you beg me to give you a drink. You accept the help given to you, Livy. It’s the only way to make sure you get better. I thought you were dead when I found you that morning four months ago. Please don’t make me live through that again. I care about you too much. If you want to go ahead with what we discussed, you need to get your strength up.”

I smiled, nodding. “You’re right, Uncle. I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me. I don’t want to let you down.”

Uncle smiled and was about to say something when Dr. Reynolds appeared from her door, a bright smile on her face. “You can come in now, Olivia.” She turned to Uncle with strange grin and ushered me into her office.

I was woken up by a very unwelcome sound. I moaned and switched off the alarm, only then realising that Kit was tightly wrapped around me. He had one arm positioned at my waist, his leg thrown over me in a protective manner. I had to smile. I had never experienced something like this before. I could see why couples stayed together and got married if it was like this all the time. It was far better than waking up on your own.

Kit moved a little, and I felt a hardness poking my bottom. That certainly had me moving. If I stayed, I would most definitely do something I may or may not regret, and I really didn’t want to scare Kit off. Not now. My need for him to get better far outweighed anything else.

I tried moving, but Kit held on tight. I chuckled a little when he loosened his hold. Very gently, I slid out of bed and made a move to the bathroom. I had a quick wash, went downstairs to get something to eat, then wrote a note.

Kit,

I’m going to the soup kitchen. I will be back as soon as I can. Please…and I mean this…make yourself at home. If you’re hungry, I have plenty in the fridge. You need to get your strength up.

I have placed your clothes in the dryer. I put your belongings on top of the washing machine. Beside the bed, there are two more tablets and a glass of water. Take them if you’re feeling feverish.

Please don’t leave.

Olivia xx

I left the note on my pillow so he could see it the moment he woke up, grabbed my things, and headed outside. Today looked brighter and even warmer. At times, it seemed like spring in England was better than the summer. I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I took my usual stroll and headed in to get some coffee.

“Ah, my favourite customer has arrived.” Tim winked at me with a mischievous grin. He was twice my age with ginger hair and glasses. He was married, but that didn’t stop him from having the odd flirt now and then. I knew it was harmless, though.

“Good morning, Tim,” I smiled.

“Your usual?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

Tim went straight to work getting all the drinks made. “I should have them ready for you at this time anyway. You’re like clockwork every morning. Don’t you ever take time off?”

I raised my eyebrow. “Don’t you?”

Tim laughed. “Touché, my dear.” He sighed a little. “My wife says I work too hard and that we need a holiday.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Then why don’t you take her somewhere?”

Tim looked around, touched his nose, and leaned over the counter. “Don’t tell anyone,” he whispered, “but I’m planning on taking her to the Seychelles this summer.”

I gasped with a smile. “Really?” He nodded. “That’s fantastic. She’ll love you for it.”

Tim winked. “That’s what I’m planning. We’ve been married twenty years this June and I wanted to do something special for her. I thought being on an island sipping cocktails and bathing in a warm sea would somehow win her over.”

“That sounds fantastic. I’m so jealous, Tim.”

He placed all my beverages in a cup carrier. “As my wife keeps telling me, everyone needs a break. I’m sure you could do with one, too.”

I shrugged. “Oh, well… I suppose everyone needs a purpose.”

Tim smiled. “There is that, too, but sometimes sipping cocktails on a beach with a nice warm hot sun hitting your face should be your purpose.”

I groaned and handed over my money. “Don’t tempt me, Tim.” I took the drinks and waved. “Keep the change. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tim gave me a smile. “I look forward to it!” he shouted as I headed out the door and straight into someone’s chest.

I knew who it was before I even looked up. My heart rate picked up a notch at the thought that Kit was asleep in my house. If Uncle found him there, he would kill him.

“Livy,” he whispered.

Every nerve in my body woke up. He was like a drug the minute he said my name. It was so hypnotic, I inevitably found myself shuddering under his gaze.

Uncle smiled. “You look beautiful this morning. Where are you heading? The soup kitchen?” I nodded and he motioned to his black Range Rover with tinted windows. “Please, get in.”

I knew it wasn’t a request. As I walked, Uncle motioned for a man to take my drinks. He didn’t hesitate, relieving me of them. He opened the door for me and I dutifully got into the back seat. Uncle climbed in with me, smiling when he saw my skirt rise high above my knees, exposing my thigh.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to keep away from you?”

I smiled, but I wanted to get out of there. I had this dire need to flee, but also a dire need to be with him. It was the strangest mix of emotions I’d ever felt. My need to flee, coupled with the need for him to touch me seemed to mesh into one twisted, sick ball of fucked up. I knew I was always mentally unstable, but this just seemed to confirm it for me.

“Have you found anything out yet?”

I shook my head. “I’m on my way there now. There are always new faces coming in, so something’s bound to turn up. I’m building a really good relationship with some of the people there now.”

He looked at my attire again. “I’m not particularly pleased about you wearing something like that around others.” He looked at my legs again, then back up at me.

“It’s only when I sit down...as you can tell.” I smiled sweetly at him, feeling my nostrils flare as he touched me. My whole body lit up whenever I felt his caress.

Uncle smiled. “You’re always so receptive to my touch. I fucking love it.” When I didn’t move, he scooted closer to me and my breathing hitched. “Livy, you told me three months. It’s been three months.”

Closing my eyes, I relished in the feel of his hands sliding up my thigh. On instinct, I closed my legs, hoping it would hide my arousal. I already knew it was no use.

“I...I know. I just need a little more...”

“Time?” he asked, whispering in my ear.

“Y…yes,” I stuttered, closing my eyes again as his hand stroked my mound through my panties.

“So fucking wet all the time.”

I snapped my eyes open as my head scrambled with thoughts of Kit.
What the hell am I doing
? “I have to go,” I said breathlessly.

Uncle moved his hands away and fidgeted with something, but I couldn’t see what. He turned back to me and lifted his finger to my lips. I felt the liquid and instinctively licked them. I closed my eyes, loving the strawberry taste on my tongue.

“What is that?”

Uncle trailed a finger down from my lip towards my breast. I arched my back, instantly alight with arousal.

“I already told you, Livy. It’s just a little sweet vitamin mixture. Something to help you get stronger.” I
did
feel stronger. I felt alive and pulsing with need. “Tell me what it is you want, Livy.” His hot breath hit my neck, causing me to groan.

“I want you to touch me.” I felt his hand slide over my breast, squeezing my erect nipple between his fingers. I hissed in pleasure. I wanted more.

“Do you want me to relieve you, Livy? Do you want your release?” I nodded, feeling like I could burst if I didn’t get it.

He leaned over and nibbled on my earlobe. “You know what to do.”

I shuddered as I came alive, knowing what he wanted. What he always wanted. I was going to give it to him because he was my lord and master, and I knew he wouldn’t please me until I pleased him.

Uncle didn’t even wait for me to undress him. He unzipped his trousers and pulled his throbbing cock free. It looked angry, as if it hadn’t been put to use for a while.

Uncle watched as I stared and licked my lips. “See how much I want you? Do you see what it is you do to me? I’ve been dreaming of this all fucking morning.”

Grabbing my head, he gently guided me down to his awaiting cock. My master needed satisfying, and I was going to make sure he was taken care of.

*****

I walked towards the steps in a daze. Remembering what happened had me confused, but it was almost as if it were a dream.
Am I dreaming
? My swollen lips and the warm fuzzy feeling inside me after I had an orgasm told me different. Uncle wanted me home, and I knew his patience was going to run out soon.
Don’t keep me waiting too long
, were his parting words as I climbed out of the car.

When I got to the usual spot, I noticed something wasn’t quite right. Everyone looked too subdued this morning.

Once I got to Wayne and Rachel, I frowned. “Hey, what’s up?”

Wayne looked up and gave me a small smile. “Hey, girl. How ya doing?”

I looked at Wayne, then Rachel. She was hunched over and Wayne had a protective arm around her.

“What happened?”

Wayne sucked in a breath and threw his arm in the air. “Some fucking punk thought it was okay to hit my girl.”

I frowned and looked at Rachel. When I saw she wasn’t moving, I placed the hot drinks on the step and kneeled down in front of her. “Rachel, can you look at me?” I placed a soothing hand on her arm and gave her a little rub.

She looked up and what I saw was horrific. I couldn’t help the gasp that left my lips. Both eyes were swollen, one so bad that it looked like she couldn’t open it. She had two cuts on her lips, and one on her cheek. She hadn’t just been beaten. She’d been used as a punching bag.

“Oh, my god, Rachel. We have to get you to a hospital.” I got up, but she grabbed my arm.

“No, you can’t do that.”

This was frustrating as hell. First Kit and now Rachel! Wasn’t there anyone out there who wasn’t afraid of hospitals or the police?

“But your face, Rachel. It’s all swollen. Someone needs to look at that.”

“She won’t go.”

I looked up and saw Thomas shaking his head.

My thoughts were scrambled so much, I couldn’t think straight. She needed help, but she obviously wasn’t going to accept
official
help.

It was then I thought of something. Kneeling back down, I looked at Rachel. “Will you at least come inside so I can take care of you?” I offered her my hand and was surprised when she grabbed onto it.

Wayne immediately got up and I looked at him. “I’m not staying out here. I want to be with her.”

I looked at Rachel and she nodded. I sighed. “Okay, but you have to sit still. No wandering around.”

Wayne put his two fingers up and crossed his heart. “I swear.”

We walked up the stairs and into the side door of the soup kitchen. As usual, Tammy was there. When she saw me, I knew she was about to have a go at me, but then she saw Rachel.

“Oh, my god! What the hell happened?”

Wayne sighed heavily. “She was given a twenty by somebody passing by, and some chump fucking beat her and stole it.”

Tammy gave me a look, but I didn’t want to waste more time. “I need to call Bob.”

“Who’s Bob?” Wayne asked.

I turned to him. “He’s a retired GP. He sometimes helps out here when we call on the odd occasion.” I didn’t mention the fact that he charges for his services. This one was going to be on me.

Tammy gave me that look again, so I turned to Wayne and Rachel. “Listen, can you two just sit over there for a moment. I’ll be right with you.” Wayne nodded and carefully led Rachel away.

I then turned to Tammy. “You don’t think he did it, do you?”