Silent Daughter 2: Bound by Linnea May, Stella Noir Page B
Authors: Linnea May, Stella Noir
Tags: Psychological, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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look up at him, surprised at the sudden warmth of his demeanor.
"Can I have some clothes, at least?" I ask.
He looks at me for a moment, pondering.
"You won't be wearing much clothing while you are here," he says, still in that soft and loving tone. "But I promised to be patient with you. So..."
He makes sure that I am capable of standing on my own and turns around.
Thanks to the leash, I am forced to remain next to the bed, feeling incredibly exposed. He has seen me naked; he has already been between my legs twice. But it's very different to be standing around like this now.
He walks over to another door at the other end of the room that I hadn't noticed before, mainly because it is painted in a similar color to the room's walls. White, pure white.
Leonard disappears in what seems to be a connected bathroom. When he reappears, he is carrying a thick bathrobe with him. It is dark white, just like almost everything else around me.
He holds it up in front of me and helps me get in.
"Better?" he asks.
I nod as I fasten the belt around my waist. The fabric is thick and exquisite. It feels heavenly on my skin, but he doesn't have to know that much. "Thank you."
He leans forward and unlocks the leash from my collar.
I glare up at him.
"Don't get any ideas," he whispers, close to my face, his eyes dark and narrow. "Be a good girl and eat."
He hooks his index finger through the ring at my collar and leads me to the table. I struggle against him at first, but soon realize that I am only choking myself by resisting. So, I follow him like an obedient puppy as he drags me over to the table.
He makes me sit down on one of the chairs, and I finally get to see what he is serving me. Steak accompanied by a rich sauce with onions and pepper, potatoes and green vegetables.
I stare down at the plate, my stomach growling with need while Leonard heads towards the door and — much to my surprise — leaves the room. Am I to eat alone? My heart sinks at the thought of it, even though it doesn't make much sense. After all, I am furious at him for locking me up and making me believe that I am to spend the night against my will.
A part of me still hopes that this is all a game. That it is his idea of playing.
The door opens, and he reappears with two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
"Go ahead," he says. "You may eat."
He sits down on the other chair, places the glasses on the table, and proceeds to open the bottle of wine.
I hesitate for another moment before I grab the fork and reluctantly try the vegetables. They taste exquisite, steamed and seasoned with something that I cannot quite name. The first bite only agitates my appetite. I hastily add a second and go for the meat next.
"I knew you'd be hungry," he comments, amused.
I want to tell him to shut up, but I am too hungry to risk another beating or punishment.
He pours us each a glass of red wine and looks at me expectantly as he holds up one of them to me.
I frown at him, still chewing.
"It goes well with the meat," he says in a conciliatory tone. "Try it."
I know that he won't accept any backtalk, so I take the glass and even lower myself to clink glasses with him. This wine better be the best I’ve ever tasted.
It is. I am positively surprised at the taste. Fruity but not sweet, dry but not too harsh, and it does go well with the meat.
"Told you," he says, sporting a confident smile on his face that I have come to loathe. "How is the food?"
I put the glass on the table and cut off another piece of the steak in violent motions.
"The collar hurts when I chew," I complain as I gulp down another bite.
"Good," he says. "I don't want you to forget who you belong to. Ever."
Chapter 2
LEONARD
Her eyes flicker with rage and fright, but she remains calm on the outside, not moving an inch, breathing and glaring at me with silent anger. It is the most beautiful sight.
No screaming, very little fighting. She is precisely the delicate flower I imagined her to
"Can I have some clothes, at least?" I ask.
He looks at me for a moment, pondering.
"You won't be wearing much clothing while you are here," he says, still in that soft and loving tone. "But I promised to be patient with you. So..."
He makes sure that I am capable of standing on my own and turns around.
Thanks to the leash, I am forced to remain next to the bed, feeling incredibly exposed. He has seen me naked; he has already been between my legs twice. But it's very different to be standing around like this now.
He walks over to another door at the other end of the room that I hadn't noticed before, mainly because it is painted in a similar color to the room's walls. White, pure white.
Leonard disappears in what seems to be a connected bathroom. When he reappears, he is carrying a thick bathrobe with him. It is dark white, just like almost everything else around me.
He holds it up in front of me and helps me get in.
"Better?" he asks.
I nod as I fasten the belt around my waist. The fabric is thick and exquisite. It feels heavenly on my skin, but he doesn't have to know that much. "Thank you."
He leans forward and unlocks the leash from my collar.
I glare up at him.
"Don't get any ideas," he whispers, close to my face, his eyes dark and narrow. "Be a good girl and eat."
He hooks his index finger through the ring at my collar and leads me to the table. I struggle against him at first, but soon realize that I am only choking myself by resisting. So, I follow him like an obedient puppy as he drags me over to the table.
He makes me sit down on one of the chairs, and I finally get to see what he is serving me. Steak accompanied by a rich sauce with onions and pepper, potatoes and green vegetables.
I stare down at the plate, my stomach growling with need while Leonard heads towards the door and — much to my surprise — leaves the room. Am I to eat alone? My heart sinks at the thought of it, even though it doesn't make much sense. After all, I am furious at him for locking me up and making me believe that I am to spend the night against my will.
A part of me still hopes that this is all a game. That it is his idea of playing.
The door opens, and he reappears with two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
"Go ahead," he says. "You may eat."
He sits down on the other chair, places the glasses on the table, and proceeds to open the bottle of wine.
I hesitate for another moment before I grab the fork and reluctantly try the vegetables. They taste exquisite, steamed and seasoned with something that I cannot quite name. The first bite only agitates my appetite. I hastily add a second and go for the meat next.
"I knew you'd be hungry," he comments, amused.
I want to tell him to shut up, but I am too hungry to risk another beating or punishment.
He pours us each a glass of red wine and looks at me expectantly as he holds up one of them to me.
I frown at him, still chewing.
"It goes well with the meat," he says in a conciliatory tone. "Try it."
I know that he won't accept any backtalk, so I take the glass and even lower myself to clink glasses with him. This wine better be the best I’ve ever tasted.
It is. I am positively surprised at the taste. Fruity but not sweet, dry but not too harsh, and it does go well with the meat.
"Told you," he says, sporting a confident smile on his face that I have come to loathe. "How is the food?"
I put the glass on the table and cut off another piece of the steak in violent motions.
"The collar hurts when I chew," I complain as I gulp down another bite.
"Good," he says. "I don't want you to forget who you belong to. Ever."
Chapter 2
LEONARD
Her eyes flicker with rage and fright, but she remains calm on the outside, not moving an inch, breathing and glaring at me with silent anger. It is the most beautiful sight.
No screaming, very little fighting. She is precisely the delicate flower I imagined her to
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