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Cadence knelt on the floor under the table, waiting for a signal. Brad didn’t normally eat slowly but today he was taking his time with breakfast. The only thing different about today that she knew of was that it was poker night. It was only once a month, but it was regular enough that he shouldn’t behave differently. His friend Kelly hosted, and it was the only night she had in which she could take a luxurious bath and be alone.
She wished he would get on with it.
He didn’t signal her at all. She frowned at the floor as he pushed back from the table, the scrape of his chair grating on her nerves. Alarm rose up her spine, tensing her shoulders. His voice made her start.
“Bitch, clean this house spotless tonight. We’re having poker here tonight.”
“Yes sir.”
She stood gracefully and took his plate to the sink, dread making her every step heavy. It was no wonder he seemed so self-satisfied. He would consider this an honor, a chance to show off his obedient slave, and earn some kind of credit with his drinking buddies.
Cadence wanted to vomit.
She knelt beside the front door and listened to him performing his usual before-work routine. He whistled happily. It would have been charming if Cadence had thought he was actually happy, instead of gloating.
“Bitch! I want you to make those potato skins you make. And the cream cheese dip stuff.”
“Yes sir.”
“Make sure there’s plenty of beer, too. We have a new guy coming.”
“Yes sir.” Cadence’s chest and stomach both ached.
“Make a pizza, too. Not the frozen kind.”
“Yes sir.”
He strolled out of the bedroom with his coveralls and toolbelt on, boots already laced and tied, and his lunch box already in hand. He hadn’t given her any of his usual commands this morning. Cadence was certain he was saving it all for the evening.
“What will I wear when you get home, sir?”
He casually raised his hand and slapped her fiercely, making her body rock with the force of the blow.
“Stupid bitch. Wear something sexy. You’re lucky I let you wear anything at all.”
The pain burned into her cheekbone and her teeth practically vibrated, but she made not a sound. Tears pooled in the eye above her swelling cheek.
“And do something about your face.”
He pushed past her and left the door wide open for her to close. Her naked body was clearly visible to anyone who happened to glace that way, but he didn’t care.
Neither did she.
The moment she heard his truck pull away she slid to the floor and cried, wailing and sobbing uncontrollably.
She didn’t hate Brad. She just didn’t love Brad. When he slapped her, it made her want to shank him. Kneeling under the table sucking his cock while he ate did nothing for her anymore.
He knew, though, that she hated to perform for others. She despised being humiliated, ridiculed, watched and talked over. He knew that everything he planned for tonight was a hard limit for her – she was not a 1950s housewife.
She wasn’t even his wife.
She didn’t have time to cry and seethe. Her cheek was bruising and would have to be treated fast.
She set to work with a determination, intending to keep her hands busy and her mind clear. A turnip poultice on her cheek, preparing potatoes, cleaning the dining room, bringing up the card table from the basement.
Cadence went shopping in the afternoon, after the bruise was easily hidden by makeup and her summer sun dress was neatly ironed. She didn’t mind the standing rules anymore – wearing a skirt with no panties no longer phased her. Her gemstone buttplug was as normal as earrings.
She made sure that all the generally expected snacks would be available, not knowing who would be attending and what they liked. She bought three cases of Brad’s favorite beer.
She ignored the tense flip-flop of her stomach every few moments.
She wondered if he meant for her to wear her collar while his guests were there. That would be a struggle, since there was no real way to pass it off as unique jewelry. It was a pink woven dog collar, with plastic clasps and a D -ring for hooking on a leash. Brad liked to drag her around the house sometimes.
Cadence could remember a time when she enjoyed the leash too, when it had been exciting and sexy. Now it was just depressing, am obligation.
She didn’t love Brad anymore, because he didn’t love her.
She could feel it when he stared down at her sometimes. He was bored by her obedience. In the beginning it had been a fun challenge. Now it was all just routine, and she hated to obey, but couldn’t bring herself to disobey.
She realized that she had failed in her goal while she was placing snacks in serving dishes. She had been thinking far too much while working – now she was angry, resentful, and that would never be good.
The front door opened, and her heart froze solid for an instant, but she calmly finished her task. He was an hour and a half early – he wouldn’t punish her for not being at her place as long as she was busy.
“BITCH! mecidiyeköy escort Where the fuck are you?!”
Alarm shot through her whole body and she placed the pan on the table and turned toward his voice.
“Here, sir!”
“The fuck are you doing?” He stepped into the dining room and stared at the spread she had prepared in confusion for a moment.
“Shit. I forgot. Get me a beer.”
Trembling seized her body as she moved to obey, making her feel weak and sick. She hadn’t felt so afraid in a long time.
Her hands shook as she handed him the opened bottle, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“This shit looks expensive. It better be good.” He took his beer and drank deeply. His eyes were black, but seemed darker, and the fear settled onto her shoulders like a vulture.
“Would you like your bath, sir?”
“No. Fuck it. Finish your job. They’ll be here in a few hours.”
He stalked into the living room and she could hear him kicking off his boots, again without her to assist him, and turning on his xbox.
She knew something bad had happened, something big. She wondered if he had lost his job, but knew she couldn’t ask. He would beat her senseless – he had done it before.
Doing her best not to drop anything, she finished her tasks and hurried to strip off her clothes and put on the collar. The clock told her she had finished half an hour before he would normally be home. She didn’t know when the game would start, but he always had time for a shower and something to eat before he would go to Kelly’s apartment, so she thought she had time.
She took a deep breath before entering the room to steady her shaking legs. Short, steady steps had her gliding across the floor to kneel beside his chair.
“Cadence. What the fuck are you doing?”
She looked up at his face, startled by his use of her name. “Sir, the food is finished and …i need to know what you want next.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his recliner. The footrest came up, nearly hitting her in the chin. “You’re so fuckin’ needy. Your fucking demands wear me the fuck out. I’m so sick of this shit.”
Tears came prickling to her eyes but they cooled instantly. She had the urge to stand up and leave, to get dressed and walk out, never to be seen again. She didn’t move, because she knew he would beat her if she made a sound right now.
“Fuck you and fuck them. Fuck the whole goddamn world. Go get dressed bitch. And keep that collar on.”
She didn’t speak, just stood quickly and walked backward out of the living room. Hatred and disgust wormed through her, and she wanted to destroy the lovely buffet, to smash the table to bits, she wanted to burn the whole house down and drive away in his pickup truck. She wanted to watch him live without her, a fly on his miserable cell wall.
Instead she applied her makeup tastefully, put on a loose-fitting black maxi-dress, and kept the collar on her neck, where it itched and chafed and made her imagine that she couldn’t breathe.
The doorbell rang well before the hour, and she didn’t know if she should answer or if Brad would. She hurried to the living room to find Kelly and Joe already inside, chatting with Brad easily.
“…said his buddy was running late, but they’ll be here soon. Rafe and Lynn are on their way – Lynn don’t wanna leave his car nowhere so they’re riding separate.”
“He treats that damn car like a Ferrari, nobody wants that piece of shit.”
They laughed and she took the opportunity to step in. “Can I get you all a drink?”
Kelly looked her up and down, obviously approving of what he saw. Disgust crawled over her skin at his greedy gaze.
“Cadence, don’t you look a picture. Would you bring me a beer, sweetheart?”
She forced a smile. “Of course. Joe?”
“Sweet tea, thanks Cadence.”
As she walked away she could hear Kelly whispering to Brad. She shivered and stepped more quickly.
She kept herself busy with setting out paper plates and serving the occasional drink until a knock sounded, and then the doorbell.
“Dammit, Lynn, keep your pants on!” Brad shouted and she hurried to open the door. Lynn stood on the porch, bow-legged and wind-reddened. He had survived 8 years of rodeo 20 years in the past, but still liked to talk about his meeting Lane Bryant on a circuit.
“Cadence! What the hell are you wearing, girl? Your daddy know you look like this?”
She blushed but grinned “Well if he didn’t before I guess he heard you.”
“Don’t you get uppity with me, girl, I could put you over my knee.”
She laughed and stepped aside to let him in. Rafe came in behind him, but didn’t look at or speak to her.
“Where’s Mick?” Lynn was asking in his customary roar.
“Don’t call him that, Lynn. He’ll be here soon, his buddy is running late.”
“Boy ain’t got no sense of humor. Cadence! Bring me a beer, and for gods sake don’t open the damn thing, I ain’t no pussy like your old beşiktaş escort man.”
“Fuck you, Lynn. Fuck off.” Brad’s voice was devoid of it’s usual teasing tone. She pushed the worry down until it was a knot in her belly.
“Rafe, would you like a drink?” He shook his dark head and crossed his arms over his chest.
She was in the kitchen debating on whether she should open Lynn’s beer and pour it into a flute when the doorbell sounded again. Her nerves already worn thin, she jumped at the sound, dropping the beer bottle on the hardwood floor with a sharp smash.
Only a few small fragments had broken off of the bottle, flying to scrape at her feet and the cupboards. The rest of the bottle had broken cleanly in two.
She stared down at the foamy puddle and wondered if it was a sign.
She cleaned up the mess, her dress ruined, and grabbed three more bottles. The men had moved to the dining room, and two unfamiliar voices had joined the sudden chaos.
There was no lull in the conversation for her to interject, and so she placed the beers near the men who needed them and slipped back out of the dining room to clean herself up and change.
The two men she didn’t know had accents, the taller of the two having a much deeper voice. It resonated in her, and she struggled with the urge to look at him.
Brad wouldn’t like it if she looked at another man.
She could hear them talking and laughing while she rinsed the beer from her legs I the bathroom. The words were unclear, but the tone was friendly and with a wall and a locked door between them, she could smile and relax.
She opened the bathroom door to see him standing just outside, hand raised to knock. He wasn’t as big as she had first thought, but his presence was still imposing.
“Beg pardon. I didn’t know.” His voice rumbled over her and she blushed, staring at his shirt. He wore unrelieved black, from his shirt to his boots.
“It’s my fault, no problem. Please be welcome here.” Cadence pressed her back into the door frame, wondering why he didn’t just step back for a moment. She wondered why she didn’t say anything.
Could he be trying to intimidate her?
“I like your collar, by the way.” His voice lowered and she could feel it in the put of her belly. Her face lit up in a flush. “What’s your name?”
Words would not come to her mind or her throat. She had a name! She could tell him her name…couldn’t she?
“Cadence! Bring me a beer!” Brad’s voice made her jump violently, scraping her spine along the wood behind her. She flinched and muttered “excuse me!” As she fled past the stranger who had affected her so strongly.
Shame quickened her steps and formed her trembling hands. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but the warmth between her thighs and the quickening of her heartbeat made her feel otherwise.
She brought out a tray of beers and other drinks and offered it to each guest in turn. The gentleman she didn’t know smiled at her as he accepted a bottle. “Im Mike.”
“Mick!”
“Stuff it, Lynn. Im Mike and my friend is James.”
She kept her eyes on his hands. They were thick and squared. “Im Cadence. Pleased to meet you. Would your friend like a beer?”
“I’ll have water if you please.” She tensed and nearly dropped the tray. He was so close behind her, she would have to walk away before she could turn to go back to the kitchen.
“Right away, sir.”
She avoided looking at him completely as she left the room. She couldn’t turn down her ears, though, and his rich timbre caught her unwilling attention.
“Your girl is lovely, mate. She seems to serve you well.”
Her heart froze, and Brad’s silence threatened like a hammer. “Thank you. She’s a very devoted house-frau.”
Tears stung her sinuses at the words Brad only used to mock her. He was angry, and later he would take all of his anger out on her. She had known he was like this and consented to it long ago.
The fact didn’t make her hate him any less.
A glass of ice water with a slice of lemon on the edge somehow appeared on the counter before her? And she looked down at her hands in shock. What would all of them think? She knew that Brad would jump to the worst possible conclusion. Why had she done all this, instead of just grabbing a bottle from the fridge?
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Cadence squared her shoulders, raised her chin, and picked up the drink she had made specially to the visitor who she was sure now knew that she was Brad’s slave.
Suddenly, she was beyond it, that threshold between caution and carelessness. She brought the tray in and strode directly to him. She kept her eyes on his face as he turned to accept her service.
His eyes trapped her in a magic spell of steel gray and ice blue.
“Lovely. Good work, Cadence. You’re a credit to Brad.”
She glanced at Brad as she turned away and his dark brown eyes bored into her every step of the way into the kitchen.
She could etiler escort hear him talking, his voice low and tense. The words weren’t clear, but they held the tone of a challenge. There wasn’t much she could do about it, as she wasn’t permitted to join their conversation.
The beating he would give her later would leave lasting bruises, so she worked on a soothing lavendar and rosemary oil preparation while she waited to be called upon.
The oil waited in a glass jar in the cabinet and another grated turnip sat chilling in the fridge when a chair scraped suddenly back from the card table and heavy footfalls came into the kitchen.
He stood in the doorway looking down at her and she waited, eyelids heavy, for him to speak.
“Come in here and watch this, girl.”
Something in her bristled slightly at his tone and his use of the word “girl”, but she followed obediently.
“…what the hell your problem is but that won’t fly with me. You can’t do that fuckin’ shit.”
“I can do any damn thing I want, I’ve got a goddamn signed, notarized contract. Mind your own damn business, Lynn.”
“This goes beyond kinky sex games you sick fuck! Cadence!” Lynn barked at her, looking every inch the military commander. “Tell me this bastard doesn’t have a contract saying he can trade you away. She’s not a fucking Pokemon card!”
Only James and Mike were watching her silently, the rest of the group dissolving into argument and uncomfortable discussion.
“You’re putting me in the pot, Brad?” She eyed him coolly, her heavy kids threatening to drag her whole body to the floor.
“Yes I am, and I hope I fucking lose.”
His face was set in a belligerent mask, and she couldn’t help herself.
She smiled. “I hope so too.”
Silence fell and every eye was on her. The men who had known her for almost a year gaped in shock. Brad glared daggers at her.
Mike looked thoughtful, and his eyes glittered an emerald with gold flecks. James smiled at her, almost a proud smile, and her heart fluttered.
“Shall we deal you in?”
Lynn stood abruptly and silently, his face red with anger. He stared at her for a moment, and her eyes challenged his – she could feel that the look on her face was one of defiance, but she was too far gone.
As Lynn left without another word, Joe and Kelly stood to go as well.
“God dammit Cadence.” Brad spat. “God dammit all to hell.”
“Cadence…listen…” Kelly stammered and fidgeted. “You can come stay with me and Leslie. We got a pull-out couch if you want.”
She smiled up at his tanned, weathered face, into his classic blue eyes. “Thanks Kelly. I’ll remember.”
“You got our number?”
“Sure I do.” She did not. She didn’t even have a phone of her own. It didn’t matter – she would only ease his mind for now.
She saw them to the door and waved them off with her best smile. Lynn had already roared away in his Mitsubishi.
Back at the card table, four men sat waiting. James watched Brad. Brad glared at Cadence. Mike shuffled cards and Rafe sorted chips.
She wasn’t worried about Mike and James so much. They seemed very easygoing. Brad was a ball of rage, snowballing out of control, but she didn’t care.
It was Rafe she wondered about. The big Puerto Rican with the long black hair, the sin-black eyes, and tattoos up to his neck, was unpredictable. She had thought he was shy with women in general. She had even entertained thoughts that he was gay – he certainly cared for his appearance more than the average oilfield hand.
She decided that for him to still be here meant 1 of 2 things: Either he didn’t care, and just wanted to play/kill time/eat free food, or he wanted to own her.
He was 6’4″ and 240lb of solid muscle. If he wanted to own her, she would be in trouble.
She turned to James and Mike.
“If I am part of the stakes, then what is my value?”
“We’re up to 10,000, a pickup truck, and a small cabin in the woods northeast of the county.” James leaned back in his chair and looked her up and down. “Of course, we’d require an inspection and assessment.”
Shock ripped through her like lightning. How could it have escalated so quickly? They had been playing for less than 2 hours. She stood for a moment, eyes unfocused, jaw hanging open. $10,000 was incredible.
“I..inspection? Is the truck going to be inspected too? The cabin?”
“Ah, my dear, I don’t offer my property in a gamble unless I have proof of its value.” James stood languidly and reached into a deep pocket of his cargoes, pulling out a folded sheet of paper.
She took it and opened it slowly, unsure of what she would find. It took her a few moments to understand what was in front of her.
A certificate of deed from the county clerk’s office, stating the value of a cabin on 33 acres at just under $70,000.
The paper was snatched out from under her staring eyes and Brad dug cruel fingers into the soft flesh at the back of her arm as he read.
“Shit she ain’t worth this much.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” James’s otherworldly eyes gleamed at Brad, who seemed not to notice as he twisted her skin, only stopping when a soft mewl of pain forced its way between her clenched teeth.
“What about the truck?” Rafe stood and opened his wallet, offering his own proof to Brad. He glanced at it and grunted, handing it back silently.
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