Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 04

I dream of him again, his strong arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing against mine. The feeling of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself yearning for more. In my dream, he whispers softly in my ear, promising me the world if I would only be his.

Suddenly, I am jolted awake by the familiar ding of the computer. It’s another message.

I quickly scan the message and my heart skipped a beat. “Good evening, toy. You have five minutes this time. You know the drill. -Master.”

My mind races as I tried to gather my thoughts. In the past few days, I had grown accustomed to these messages, but they still unnerved me. With only five minutes to prepare, I spring into action. I stand up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the wild mess that had formed over the past few days.

The computer dings again, startling me out of my thoughts. I quickly glanced at the message and my heart sinks. It was another reminder from my captor about the time. I had only 3 minutes left.

I grab a banana from the fruit bowl on counter and take a bite, chewing frantically as I tried to calm my racing heart. With only 2 minutes left, I quickly brush my teeth and ran a brush through my tangled hair.

I hear the door to my room unlock and quickly kneel down on the mat by the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. The door swings open, and there he is, towering over me in all his glory.

He is dressed in a black leather jacket, jeans, and boots, looking every bit the dominant figure he is. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice deep and commanding. “You’re looking very presentable today.”

He once again attachs the leash to my collar and leads me out into the hall. We walk past several closed doors, each one housing another room or chamber within this mysterious lair. As we walked, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay behind those doors.

Suddenly, we stop in front of a large wooden door.

He opens the door and there is a table laid out with two lit candles. “I hope you like surf and turf,” he says. “It’s one of my favorite dishes.”

I nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down, my heart pounding in anticipation. He places a plate in front of me, and I gasp in awe. It is a beautifully presented dish of grilled lobster tail and filet mignon, accompanied by a side of sautéed vegetables.

“This looks amazing,” I say, my mouth watering.

I take the napkin from the table and placed it over my lap. I mused this is the most covered I’ve been since I’ve been here.

As I pick up my fork, my captor’s voice broke the silence. “Enjoy. I know you haven’t had a proper meal since you’ve been here.”

I nod gratefully and dig into the delicious meal. The lobster tail is succulent and tender, and the filet mignon is cooked to perfection, melts in my mouth. I savored every bite.

My captor watches me intently, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He reached over and refilled my glass with champagne, his fingers brushing against mine as he did so.

“So,” he begins, leaning back in his chair. “Tomorrow I will send you back to your old life. How does that make you feel?”

I paused for a moment, taking a sip of champagne.