For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Twenty-Nine: Locked Up

"This house is so much in the woods; that could be why there is no signal. Why did he leave the room locked? Maybe, he thought he would be back before I woke up, and he got held up at work. Could he have forgotten I was here? No, that is highly unlikely. Why has he locked me up here then? Is this house even his? Could he be this rich? Oh my God, what did I put myself into?" Michelle kept muttering to herself. She was growing impatient. She kept trying to call everyone on her phone contact list, trying to find luck with the signal. She looked everywhere in the room for any clue of what could have happened to her. Suddenly, she stumbled on a small gift box, seemingly destroyed, in the corner of one wall cabinet. She opened the box, and inside there was some tattered clothing, maybe red lingerie. It looked like it was intentionally torn because it still looked new, with the label attached. She placed it back because she didn't know to whom it belonged. She started opening the cabinets, looking for more clues. She did not know Dan; she had met him briefly for a couple of months when he worked for her mom. They almost had a fling, and that was it. Dan had called, informed her about the impending danger during the election period and asked her to hide in the tea plantation. All these clues solidified the fact that she knew so little about Dan. That was five years ago, and he could be worse or better, monied to do more to her, bad or good. Michelle had watched some crime films, so she decided not to look shocked. She wouldn't confront him over being locked inside the house and would cooperate until she found a chance to escape to get into the woods and find her way out. She sat on the bed and laughed at her ridiculous thoughts. "Why I'm I thinking about such negative thoughts? Maybe, I am not kidnapped. Perhaps I'm overthinking. There must be an explanation," she mumbled. She slid into the sheets and rested there waiting for a good Dan to come back, or God forbid, a criminal Dan. "Honey, I'm home," Dan said, entering the front door. Michelle noticed that the door to her opened too. "Hey, curvy girl, are you still in bed?" Dan asked, leaning to kiss her on the forehead. "I'm sorry, darling, my keys are still customized to lock all the doors once I lock the house. I had forgotten about that, but don't worry, I fixed it, so you don't have to spend your day locked inside one room again," said Dan. "My day? Again? I was going back home today, Dan..." Michelle said before being interrupted. "Call me daddy, curvy girl," Dan said. "I can't call you daddy Dan; you are way too young to be called daddy. "How do you call Dave? He asked. "I call him Dave. That is his name, she said. "What do you call him in bed or when he is making love to you?" He asked, suddenly looking angry. Michelle did not want to make him angry. "I address him ‘Love,’" Michelle said, trying to salvage the situation. "Okay, good. Is he the one that asked you to address him like that?" He asked. "No. It came out naturally," she responded. "Okay, coin mine then. Didn't I give it to you good last night? Do I have to up my game?" He asked. "No. Daddy," Michelle said, defeated. She honestly did not want to call him daddy. She used to call her father that. It was weird calling another man daddy, let alone one that made her cum. "Good, I like grown women because they learn so fast. They don't waste time winning a battle and know what is better for them. Michelle was afraid of what she was hearing and wondered how many women Dan had been with, broken by his charm, intimidated, or threatened. "Oh, curvy girl, don't be afraid of me. You are mine; you make me happy, and I wouldn't hurt you. Remember the day I asked you to hide in the tea plantation? I was about to do bad things to people for money, but I didn't because I knew you were around and could have been hurt. Remember when you turned me down and said that I was a mistake? I didn't bother you any longer because I knew you would return to me. See? You have finally come home. This big house is all my life savings. I was to have it for my twenty-fifth birthday when I saw I wouldn't have you. But, look at me now; I have both the house and a beautiful wife. It is our house. I saw on social media that Dave got another woman pregnant; that piece of shit hurt my curvy girl. I could have done something terrible to him. If it were not for Mike, I love that boy, and I wouldn't do something bad to his father. Curvy girl, I love you. I won't force you to stay here. I have waited for a long. I can wait for longer. I understand you have another baby. Those are your children with Dave, and I would love to have ours with you if you allow me. Ooh, before I forget, I bought you some things," Dan said, storming out of the room and bringing in several shopping bags full of clothes and shoes. Michelle had been dished a lot of information to ponder, and she did not know what to say. She was being careful and polite. "I had an important appointment today, but I spent most of my day buying you these. It's not easy buying a woman something. Besides my mom, you are the first woman I have ever bought anything, this is the second time, and I love it," he said, removing the clothes one by one and putting them on the bed. Michelle immediately remembered the tattered lingerie but didn't want to bring it up. It was evident it was torn in anger, the anger she might have caused. She was wise not to stir violence. Dave was a cool guy, never violent, but Dan, on the other hand, was still a mystery to her. Therefore, she played her cards right. Michelle was lost for words, careful with what she wanted to say, ask, or do, not to trigger a violent reaction. "Wow, this is very impressive. I'm so grateful. I appreciate all that you have done for me. Last night was the best I've had in my entire life," Michelle said, trying on the clothes. "Let me ask you something, who is better in bed, me or Dave? He asked. "I don't like to compare, but you are both good. You are sweeter because you are younger, more energetic, and new to me, and you haven't hurt me. I don't resent you, so I hope that answers your question..." she said, trying to sound honest with him. Dave was great, a monster in bed, massive and strong, and pinned her against the wall; he was so spontaneous, a thing she loved about him. He was super romantic. However, all this changed when he hurt her, the romance did not change, but she did not understand his language any longer. His massive member became unbearable for her, his spontaneity became a bother, and his romance became an insult, a lie to their sacred marriage. On the other hand, Dan was a new, forbidden affair, romantic, strong, and he was a risk taker who made love to her outside in the cold on top of her Jeep. Unlike Dave, Dan did not cover her mouth when she wanted to scream; she had all the freedom to squirt and moan. Dan tucked her in the bed like a little girl. He brought her breakfast in bed and bought her new clothes after tearing hers during a steamy sex session. She loved Dave, but she was getting attracted to Dan. "I would like to go home, big boy. That one came naturally; can I call you 'big boy'?" She asked. "It's okay," Dan said. Well, before you go home, can we take a shower together? I would like to drop you home," he said. "I already took a shower, and it is getting late," She said, putting on a blue blouse Dan had bought. She had figured out that Dan may have torn her clothes and left them outside because Dave might have bought them, liked them on her, or made love to her in them. "No. You will lather my soap, curvy girl," He said, sweeping her off her feet and taking her into the bathroom. He turned on the hot shower and lathered some soap on her, still in her new blue blouse; he kissed her while in the shower, and she struggled to breathe amidst the running water. He was still in his clothes, all wet, his clothes hugging his bulging muscles, his beards thicker because of the running water. He lifted her off the floor and placed her on his shoulders from the front. "Careful with your head, curvy girl, don't hit the roof," he said as he lifted her. "There is no more room here, Dan!" She said, holding onto his head. "Big boy," he corrected. "There is no more space over here; you can't reach me if I crouch towards you, big boy," she said. "Well then, curvy girl, show me your gymnastic side," He said, trying to locate her heavenly place with this mouth. "You are crazy; why can't you do it like a normal person?" She said, laughing and trying to find the wall behind her with her hands, fingers facing the floor, chest up, as if doing the yoga wheel pose. Balancing in that position was quite a task while Dan did his magic on her. She was drowning in pleasure, water still hitting her flat tummy. After a few minutes, Dan lowered her so gently, and the moment she was on the floor, still the water running down on them, he put his weight on her. The floor was hard, and with Dan's weight on her, she struggled to breathe. She was so wet; Dan slid in gently, caressing her beautiful tits simultaneously. When the floor became unbearable for her, he lifted her and pinned her against the wall. His strong hands held her in the same position for a long time. She loved his stamina, resilience, moves, and how he looked at her, biting his lip and winking at her. She blushed whenever their eyes met, and she closed her eyes most of the time and held onto the wall behind her above her head to arch her body better. Dan made slow and fast thrusts; he had mastered his art; he knew when to build her arousal, when to plateau, and when to let her release it. "Oh, don't stop, big boy..." She screamed. Suddenly, Dan gently lowered her to the floor, smiling. "What are you doing? I am about to cum! She asked, trying to 'climb' him like a mountain. "No, curvy girl, if you want more, come back anytime, any day," he said, reaching for the soap and lathering her body with it. Michelle was lost for words, and her body wanted more; she wanted more of Dan, her nipples still hard and her heavenly place still engorged. She was wet and wild; she wouldn't leave without her explosion. "Please, Dan, give me more," She begged. "Big boy," he corrected. "Yes, big boy, please give me more, Daddy," She begged, bending over for him. "Curvy girl, if you come back, I'll give you a run throughout the night," he said, entering her and making very slow thrusts to ensure she would not cum. Every time her body quivered, indicating that her cum was building up, he would slap her back and pull out. "Oh, my goodness, you will reset my system!" She would scream. "Yes, and re-program it back when you come back to me," he said and left the bathroom entirely.