Chapter 8: My Prisoner Now

With no one in the village looking for an escaped prisoner, I figured it would be okay to keep him in the house. He could stay in the basement during the days and spend the evenings with me.

The first night I prepared a bath for him, and left him alone as I selected a handful of Marius’ clothes for him to wear and lay them on the bed for him to choose from.

“I need a haircut,” I heard him call from the tub as I tinkered with a light meal to share.

I paused in that task to grab a pair of scissors for him.

“Would you mind doing it for me?” he asked, lifting the heavy chains for understanding.

“Of course.” I entered and knelt beside the tub. “Have you washed your hair yet?”

“No.”

I picked up what had once been Marius soap and lathered it in his hair. I’d never cared for the fragrance before. But, as it perdiated the air around us mixing with his natural scent, my nearly scenes became lost to me.

“Are you alright?” he asked as my hands slowed in lathering his hair.

“I am fine,” I insisted. “Lean back so I can rinse you.”

As he moved and arched back, his chest expanded to an impossible width before my eyes. I drew in my bottom lip and leaned over him to rinse the bath water through his hair. He must have felt whatever electric heat that passed through me. I helped him sit up and finally began to cut his hair. Running my fingers over his scalp and allowing the blond tresses to fall to the floor.

When the last clip was made, I lathered his hair once again, feeling an aching need rise inside of me with the fresh mixture of scent. Keeping my breath shallow, I instructed him to lean back once again. As I rinsed the last of the soap from his hair, he reached out to pull me into the tub on top of him.

I did not struggle or protest as he powered through the heaviness of his chains to rip apart the thin fabric of the dress I wore. My flesh was on his as he kissed me and maneuvered my hips over his risen hardness, entering me fast and hard. We’d never been able to share this position in the prison cell. I enjoyed the feeling of him filling me up as I moved to intensify the feeling.

He remained still taking pleasure in my control as his hands roamed over my body. I braced my hands on his abdomen, moving faster and faster until my body exploded all around him. He pulled me to him for a hot kiss as he took over the motion riding my explosion until he reached his own.

From there, we climbed out of the tub and walked dripping wet to the bed, his chains clanking their presence along the way. Working around them, we made love over and over again until we were both exhausted.

“These chains are killing me,” he whispered. “I can not run with them. I have to take them off or I will die.”

I swallowed. I couldn’t let him leave.

“Once they are off, you will leave,” I said sadly.

“Yes, I must. My family must be worried sick for me.”

My heart almost seized. I breathed through the realization that there was no hope of a future with Erich after those chains came off. I had not thought about his family. He must have a wife and maybe children he already loved.

“Right,” I said sitting up. “I will look through our tools here in the morning. And by tomorrow night, it should be safe for you to leave.”

He yawned and I turned to see his eyes droop. “I will still be too weak from the silver,” he said as he fell asleep.

I went to the barn and looked through my husband’s tools. My eyes glanced over on picks and saws but they didn’t rest until they spotted a collection of padlocks meant for chaining the horses. I swallowed against the fear and uncertainty in my throat.

I had to do this if I wanted him to stay.

He slept soundly as I locked his chains into place around each leg of the bed. I did not want to be there to witness his realization at what I had done. I moved myself to sleep in the sitting room, but my conscience would in no way let me sleep. I remembered the night of our first meeting and the feeling of those hands that had given me so much pleasure around my throat, ready to squeeze.

Some time in the middle of the night, I heard the chains rattle. I could imagine him tugging and tugging and then stopping as it became clear he was chained to the bed. The noise of his chains ceased and I waited for him to yell, or call out my name.

He didn’t.

All was quiet and I dozed off and on until daylight. When I entered the room, he was awake, lying spread eagle under the covers as I’d left him. His face darkened as he looked at me.

I didn’t speak as I took off my clothes and got into bed next to him.

“What does this mean?” he asked calmly.

I didn’t speak as I ran my hands over his chest and across his stomach. I could see him beginning to turn hard. I held him in my hand and marveled at the feeling as I rubbed up and down. He moaned and I thought about all the times his mouth had been on me giving me so much pleasure.

I kissed his chest and then down until I could place him in my mouth. I felt him stiffen and get rock hard over my tongue. I looked up at him, his eyes closed as he held his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned and he opened his eyes.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

I did not hesitate to bring myself down around him, enjoying the feeling of power control and surrender as I leaned over to kiss him and he kissed me back softly biting my lip before his tongue entered my mouth. I felt as if he might suck me dry. Then I could feel him explode deep inside of me. The feeling igniting my own release.

I held still as the waves took me over and then I collapsed on top of him. When I caught my breath, I rolled from him and got out of bed to collect my clothes.

“Sasha,” he called as if it pained him to say my name.

I turned back to him.

“I am your prisoner now?”