Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I have never been so filthy in my life, which was really saying something considering some of the adventure photoshoots I had been on in my time. I can’t smell myself yet, but it’s just a matter of time until that happens. Ember had given me soap, a toothbrush and even a comb. But sleeping on the floor in a dirty cellar, not to mention being dragged in here had me covered in grime that’s getting worse by the day.
Nibbling the bottom of her lip and circling her blonde hair with her finger, she says, “You’re taller and bigger than Papa Rich. Plus, most of his attire is his ranger uniform.”
“Am I expected to live here and be your husband in the same clothes forever?”
It’s an asshole move to bring up our fucked up impending matrimony with Ember. It instantly makes her jump to action and get me whatever I want. She aims to please, and I know it. Now if only I can figure out how to manipulate her enough to get me out of this place. I want her to jump up and find me a key to my shackles, but I know I have to take baby steps with her if I have any chance at all.
She hops off the crate and rushes to me. “But I have a washer and a dryer upstairs. I can wash your clothes and bring them right back down to you.”
I can see how excited she is at the thought of serving me in this way.
Not wasting a moment, I strip off my shirt without the least bit of embarrassment or shame. I don’t care if she sees me nude. I’ve never been ashamed of my body and, considering I had already lost all sense of dignity being chained to a wall like a mangy mutt, I have nothing left to lose.
When Ember sees what I’m doing, her face reddens, and she quickly turns her back to me. “I’m sorry... I…”
“Why are you sorry?” I drop my pants and underwear to my ankles and just stare at her.
I can see she doesn’t want to turn around and see me, and the asshole I am, decides it’s time to mess with her head some.
“I’m going to be your husband,” I say. “You’re going to have to see me naked. A lot.”
Her body tenses, and she peeks over her shoulder at me. I see her eyes drop down to my dick and then a small gasp escapes her lips.
“I take it you’ve never seen a penis,” I say, already knowing damn well she hasn’t. Unless her kidnapping father is more sadistic than I already knew he was.
She shakes her head and turns completely away from me again but reaches her hand out so I can give her the clothing. When I move to completely remove them, I realize there is no way to fully take my pants and underwear off with the chain around my ankle.
“Slight problem,” I say, shaking the chain for emphasis. “Unless you have a key, I’m not able to hand these to you.”
“Oh no,” she says softly as she glances over her shoulder and looks at the chain. She shakes her head. “I don’t have the key, and Papa Rich won’t…” Her voice fades away as she studies the chain, glances at my pants, and then back at the chain.
“I guess you won’t be doing my laundry after all.”
She bites her lip and turns to face me, still staring at the chain as if trying to come up with a solution. Suddenly, her eyes light up. “Hold on, I have an idea.” She quickly runs out of the room.
I feel ridiculous standing naked with my pants pooled around my ankles, so I pull them up and actually hate the idea that I may never truly be clean again.
As I get ready to sit in my chair of dignity—filthy—I’m stopped when Ember comes running back into the room with a pair of scissors in her hand.
“I’ll cut them along the outside seam and then sew buttons on them so we can take them off you easily from now on. I know how to sew, and I have a jar of buttons upstairs.” She pauses and then shrugs. “The buttons won’t all match, but I guess it doesn’t really matter.”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer, but instead kneels at my feet and begins cutting along the fabric. I don’t stop her, although I’m not sure how having buttons up my entire leg will work, but it’s not like I have a lot of options either. At least she’s trying, and I have to give her an A for effort.
When she reaches my underwear, she asks, “Do you want me to sew buttons on these too?” I can see her face is bright red. “I mean… do you want to keep them? I don’t mind… I just, I just want you to be comfortable.”