“Since you wanted to marry my brother as a part of your get rich quick scheme, you’ll get a glimpse of the real world today. Now you’re going to find out what it’s like to work for a living.”
With her chin held high, she finally opens her mouth to speak.
“Trust me, I understand the value of a dollar all too well. Work has been a constant for me since of the age of fifteen so you don’t have anything to worry about. I’ve labored hard to support myself and my sister since our parents died years ago.”
What is up with this fictional sister? Shit, is she really still pushing the goddamn lie? Snarling angrily, my words burst out.
“Stop with the sister shit already! There’s no other curvy redhead out there with the name Anna. Cut the lies okay? It’s fucking retarded.”
That shuts her up. Beautiful brown eyes land on the fireplace, once again denying me the luxury of looking into those caramel pools. Her chin is trembling slightly as she sits stiffly on the cushion, spine unbelievably straight.
With a snarl, I grab a broom from the closet near the stairs. Pivoting on my heel, my boots retrace my steps until I’m towering over her. But when I thrust the broom at her she takes it with a without any hesitation.
Shit, that was unexpected. Most of the girls I know don’t cook and clean, they don’t know balls about housework. But Anna looks comfortable with the broom, like she’s willing to put it to use.
“You need to get this place spic and span, from top to bottom.”
She holds the broom loosely at her side then says, “Not a problem.”
That sultry voice of hers is going to be my undoing. Mark my words. It is isn’t fair the way she makes the simplest words sound erotic. I bet she’d sound even better, moaning and trapped under my weight as her pussy absorbs powerful thrusts from my engorged cock.
“Will there be anything else?” she asks breaking me out of my trance. Shit, my dick is going to fall off if I don’t get some relief soon.
“Start with the kitchen,” I say shortly. “Clean up the mess from last night’s dinner.”
Nodding, Anna walks into the kitchen to start working. Those hips sway seductively and her ass cheeks take turns rising and falling with the rhythm of her steps. If I hadn’t witnessed her walking down the street yesterday, I would swear she’d added a little oomph just to get under my skin this morning. But it’s just her natural stride.
And as she reaches the kitchen, I warn her again.
“In case you’re wondering, there’s no way to escape, sweetheart. This is the only cabin in this part of the woods so there are no neighbors, no nothing. And don’t think about trying to make it out by foot. The nearest highway exit is more than sixty miles away so tough luck.”
Watching Anna, I witness an unreadable expression cross her face at my threat. But she doesn’t say anything in return, instead quietly propping the broom against the counter before rolling up her sleeves.
And then she gets down to business. Like Cinderella, the redhead makes quick work of gathering all the pots and dishes that need to be cleaned. She carries them over to the sink before turning on the water and grabbing a sponge.
Frankly, the female surprises me with her quiet efficiency. Unafraid of adding a little elbow grease, she scrubs the residue from last night’s meal like a pro. Afterwards, the dishes are dried until they’re sparkling and put away into the cupboards.
The peaceful expression on her face while she’s wiping down the counter startles me. It’s as if she’s enjoying herself. Meticulously, the redhead puts everything back in its place and hangs up the wet towels to dry when she’s done.
Moving right along, my prisoner retrieves the broom. Oh fuck. Because the female bends over again and again, sweeping at various corners, and my cock swells greedily at the sight. Her rump is so huge, heart-shaped and jiggly, and I desperately want to plunge inside. I wanna feel that sweet slit clench around me, harboring my dick deep. And then I want to pull out and press myself into her asshole, feeling her rectum clamp on my veiny length. Yeah, I’m a dirty fuck, I own both a woman’s holes, there’s nothing off-limits.
And yet the little girl has no idea. Not once has she made a face or complained that it wasn’t even her who created the mess. Anna just works diligently to restore order to the place. If she knew my thoughts, she’d probably scream and bolt, taking her chances outside. Because the monster is right here, in the same room, but she has no idea.
And goddamn, but my dick just gets bigger and stiffer as she toils. The redheaded bitch certainly isn’t spoiled at all, no uppity princess here. In fact, I think the traitorous Jezebel rather enjoys it, if that content look on her face is any indication. Who the hell can manage to look this serene and beautiful doing manual labor?