Chapter 7

• Bella’s POV
• My eyes are still pasted to the ground, so I can’t see my surroundings. I wait for Ivan to tell me what to do next, but the order never comes. I slowly raise my head up and look around for the first time. This has to be the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen. The walls are the same color as the bathroom, but in here the flooring is white carpet with gray specks. I’m standing beside a huge four post king size bed, that is dark mahogany wood. The matching chest of drawers is on the right, and the dresser is on the left of the room. There is a night stand on each side of the head of the bed. There is a sitting area that has a large leather couch, and loveseat on wall closer to the entrance. It’s like a fancy hotel suite in here. I catch a glimpse of a door to the left of me, I’m betting that is the closet area.
• There isn’t no sign of Ivan anywhere in here, my legs are starting to hurt from being scraped against the concrete outside. All I want to do is lay down in the bed beside me and go to sleep. Wondering where Ivan could be and how much longer before he comes back. His disappearance makes me start to think that he is testing me, to see if I will do as I was told. With time to kill my mind starts problem solving my situation in my head while I wait for Ivan to return. ‘The only way to survive Ivan and buy myself time to make an escape plan is by playing the long game. As much as I would hate to submit to him, and abide by his stupid rules. It would be well worth it when I’m able to break free from this place. Ok the first thing I need to do is start gaining Ivan’s trust, which isn’t going to be easy or fast. If I start all of a sudden to obeying him, he will see right through my act. Fear is my only option, if Ivan thinks I’m scared of him and that is why I have a sudden change of heart than he’ll think that he won. I still need to have just a little bit of attitude at times. Make him believe that I’m trying to act braver than what I really am. I can do this.’
• I don’t know how long I stay standing there waiting on Ivan, because at some point in time I leaned up against the post of the bed and fell asleep while I’m still on my feet. A door slamming shut jolts me awake. Ivan is now standing directly in front of me. He pushes my long hair that I purposely hidden my boobs with behind my back. The gentleness sends goosebumps across my shoulder. He bends slightly over until his mouth comes in contact with my bare neck. He kisses up until he reaches my ear, then barely above a whisper he says to me. “Such a good girl, doing has she was told. I must say you look absolutely stunning; obedience looks good on you. Now I’m about to go jump in the shower when I come out, I want you laying flat on your back with your legs spread wide, waiting for me.” His hands made their way to my taut nipples and he twists each one between his thumb and forefinger. I let out a squeal from the pain.
• I look up into his eyes and say “Yes, daddy.” His eye brows furrow together and he has a shocked look on his face, which he quickly masks it back to the cold-hearted bastard look he’s so accustomed to wearing. “Good girl,” he appraises me. He starts to walk off, but comes to a halt when I reply, “Daddy can I please cover up until you get out of the shower.” To say I was cold would be an understatement I was freezing my ass off. Ivan begins to head to the bathroom again, while gritting out “I don’t give a shit, as long as your not covered up when I walk out. If you are there is going to be hell to pay.” He then slams the door and I jump on the most comfortable bed that I’ve ever felt before, and slide under the feather down comforter.
• Ivan exits the bathroom moments after I hear the sink water shut off. He comes out in his all-glory suit. This man is built like a demigod. His six pack on his stomach is so sharp and defined just like the muscles on his arms and legs. My eyes start to automatically roam down his body, but stop dead in their tracks when I get a glimpse of his cock. Boy he wasn’t lying when he said it was nine inches long. But what has me worried is not only the length but all so the girth of it. I don’t think that it’s going to fit inside of me. I feel a sudden wetness pooling between my legs and I know that Ivan can see it to. Because he is staring straight dead at my pussy. He grabs his cock and strokes it while taking big strides towards me.
• “Get up and bend over on the bed.” He commands me, I acknowledge him by nodding my head and saying “yes daddy.” I don’t have to worry about the part of my plan for him to think I fear him, because right now my whole body is trembling so hard from the fact that I’m terrified. Ivan is about three feet away from me just watching me and jacking off at the same time. I get the bottom half of my body on the floor I lay my upper half across the mattress. I’m taking deep long breathes trying to slow the tremor coursing through me.
• I have my face buried in the sheets of the bed, so Ivan can’t see the redness of my face. I know my twat is glistening from my arousal. I hear Ivan pull open a drawer on the nightstand. I peek one eye open and see that he is now holding what looks like a wooden paddle in his hands. I realize what he is about to do, my gaze darts up until we make eye contact. He throws me this smirk that is telling me ‘this is about to hurt,’ without having to say any words. My instinct is to move, get the hell out of harms way, and that is exactly what I try to do.
• Life of a bad hand