Chapter 17: Denying the sensation

"Good girl! I think you learned your lesson. Sweetie, I want you to know that whatever you think about escaping from me, I will still find a way to find you so better mark my words that you belong to me and because you already behaved, I had a surprise for you later," he smirked at her, making her shiver. "W-what kind of s-surprise?" she asked as her voice quivered but Mike just smiled creepily.

"I'll leave so you can take a bath and get yourself cleaned, okay? you stink, sweetie, and by the way, once you're done, meet me downstairs, Understood?" he said, then Denise nodded and stood up to walk to the bathroom, but Mike grasped her hand before she could step inside the bathroom.

"W-what a-are you doing?" she stuttered. "Hush, don't be afraid, I just want to remind you that there will be no escaping or I swear there will be a harsh punishment waiting for you," he said quietly. "I-I w-won't," she said quietly.

"Very good," he remarked as he stood up and softly kissed her lips before walking out of the room, leaving her alone.

Denise then dashed to the restroom. "Oh f*ck, I smell so bad from being in that scary basement for two weeks without being able to shower," she muttered as she smelled herself.

She then shut the bathroom door as he stared in the mirror. "I looked so sloppy," she mumbled. Her eyes turned red from crying, and her hair was tangled.

She undressed and entered the bathtub. She stayed in the warm water, savoring the sensation. Her body was relaxing, and she felt relieved to be free of filth. She went out and dressed in a crop top and high waist shorts once she was finished. She combed her hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail. She checked herself in the mirror one last time before leaving their room.

Denise exited the bathroom after finishing her bath. She is hoping that everything goes well. She was sick of all the chaos in her life, but she had no choice but to do what Mike wanted her to do.

When she reached down, she looked for Mike and eventually found him in the kitchen. Denise won't lie: Mike was always fascinating. He was dressed in a V-neck gray shirt that showed off his athletic frame and matched his stunning brown eyes.

He had his gaze fixed on the window in front of him. Denise entered the kitchen quietly and sat in the other chair at the kitchen table. When Mike saw her, he immediately smiled.

"I don't know what's wrong with him after locking me up and treating me so badly for the past two weeks; this psycho is crazy, and now he's acting like a sweet puppy," she whispered.

"Come here, sweetie," he called out, tapping his lap. "What the f*ck he wants me to sit on his lap?? is he serious? what is he up to?" she whispered, looking at him puzzledly.

"I'll sit on the chair," she stated flatly. "You like talking back to me, huh? I don't like repeating myself, my Princess," he replied with an angry of his voice as he creepily stared at her.

When Mike sensed she wasn't going to sit, he dragged her arm to him and forced her to sit on his lap while his arm held her waist and his head dug into her neck. Mike began to take deep breaths in her neck, causing her to shiver.

When he felt her shivering, he chuckled and kissed her tenderly on the forehead while her stomach rumbled loudly. "Sh*t, this is embarrassing," she whispered, her cheeks turning as red as tomatoes, and she looked down, embarrassed. Mike then chuckle as he lifted her chin with his finger. "I see your pet is starving right now," he says, smirking.

"Can you give us a to your mac and cheese, Sam?" he asked as Samantha placed the food in front of us and filled our cups with water. "How about that?" she asked, smiling. Denise began to feel self-conscious while sitting on Mike's lap with Samantha in front of them. "Thank you, Sam," he said. "Oh, you're welcome; at least, enjoy your breakfast," she added, winking at Denise and leaving them alone.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he said confidently as Denise remained silent. "Look at me, sweetie. You belong to me, and there's nothing wrong with you sitting on my lap; you're my future wife, after all so don't be shy," he whispered seductively as Mike began to caress her legs as he entered into her shorts massaging her p*ussy. "A-ah, M-Mike ah s-stop," she can't help but moan silently.

"Stop what, sweetie?" he asked, biting her ear. "You want more?" he asked, moaning as he slid her underwear and put her two fingers into her cave. "I think this is the nicest breakfast ever, what do you think sweetie?" he whispered as he shoved his fingers inside her p*ssy so hard. "P-please stop!" she screamed as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Shhh, don't cry. I know you like it too. You're just too reluctant," he added as he licked his fingers before looking down at her red lips.

"I want to kiss you, sweetie," he said abruptly, as Denise was taken aback by his daring remark. As she bites her lower lip, she feels her cheeks turning the color of blood.

"Oh f*ck, don't do that, my Princess; you're turning me on," he exclaimed, his breathing becoming rough. "Am I having that effect on him?" She questioned herself, then her body slammed even closer to his strong body, his hands gripping her back. Denise lets out a gasp as her hands come into touch with his chest.

Denise could feel his sculpted body beneath his shirt. She's sure he has those amazing abs that would make anyone drool. "Don't play innocent, my Princess," Mike says quietly before pressing his warm lips against hers.