Chapter 3 I'M NOT DUMB!

Amy's face flushed red with embarrassment at Thomas's command.

But just as she reached for the button, he stopped her.

"Wait, go take a bath first. I don't like dirty girls," he said.

Amy bit her lower lip. She wasn't liking the way he threw orders at her. But she knew better than to protest.

Besides, she could really use a moment alone to herself.

Well over 30 minutes later, Amy stepped out of the bathroom back into the room.

There was no Thomas Walton. She heaved a sigh of relief but spotted something on the bed that wasn't there before.

It was a full lingerie set; pink silk material for the robe, soft to the touch. And matching pink lace bra and panty.

Amy remembered seeing this particular set of lingerie on Victoria's Secret magazine, one of the most expensive ones on their Lingerie Catalogue.

Was this her new life of wealth now?

She slipped on the luxurious fabric, satisfied with how well it complimented her figure.

A knock at the door.

Ohh, so he had some iota of etiquette and decency to knock, she wondered.

She got to the door and was about to open it, but the thought of Thomas Walton seeing her in this lingerie made her shudder.

She hurriedly changed back into her clothes and opened the door.

Amy was shocked to see a young man dressed in black and white instead.

Wow, a house servant.

"Mr Walton summons you downstairs for dinner, Ma'am," he bowed his head slightly with a small smile.

His warm demeanour melted any form of stubbornness she normally would have put up.

She nodded solemnly and followed him downstairs.

The grandeur and magnificence of the house threw her into a silent awe.

Glass and gold chandeliers adorned the high ceiling, expensive looking art masterpieces graced the wall.

And for the whole 4 minutes it took to get to the dining area from her room, more servants dressed in black and white were spotted scurrying to and fro, doing some work or the other.

Finally, they got to the table.

And she saw him, on a blue casual t-shirt, ignoring the full buffet before him and staring at her like a prey.

She was so thankful she wasn't in that lingerie.

But Thomas Walton had other plans for her. He fixed his gaze on her and spoke.

"Everyone's dissmised, Sharlene. To the outer quarters. I'm not to be disturbed unless I summon attention," he said to the elderly lady standing just behind him

She rang a bell and made a motion with her hand which only the servants seemed to understand. She was most likely the chief housekeeper, Amy reasoned.

One by one, they stopped their activities and the whole big mansion was devoid of anyone else besides Thomas and Amy.

Thomas dreadful glare was piercing through her the whole time.

Finally he spoke.

"why didn't you wear the lingerie?"

"It wasn't...it's not mine. I don't own it," Amy replied, knowing how flimsy her excuse was.

Thomas Waltons face formed a slight frown. "You didn't answer my question earlier; on a scale of 1 to 10, how dumb are you?"

At this point, Amy had had enough of his bullying.

"Stop calling me dumb because I'm not, okay?!

I know you placed it there, I'm not stupid.

Maybe I'm just not eager to wear the pink silk lingerie for a psycho CEO who kidnaps and takes advantage of a girl who desperately wants to save her dying sist..."

The remaining sentence died in her throat as Thomas Walton stood up abruptly, launching the dining chair back with so much force.

He got to her in a single long stride, his fists clenched beside him, teeth gritting in rage.

Amy was silent now, her eyes fixed across the room away from him, her anger somewhat defeated but not totally subsided.

Silence.

She braced herself for whatever might come next.

But it was his dangerously low steely edged voice she heard.

"Go upstairs. You have 10 minutes to change into that piece and be back."

She reluctantly turned away, retracing her way to the room, a smug satisfied smile on her face.

It felt good to annoy him.

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She descended the stairs, well aware of Thomas's eyes following her every step.

She was a sight to behold, like the epitome of soft seduction.

On a good day, Thomas would have smirked and maybe even smiled at her, but he was still displeased with her mindless outburst.

He was Thomas Walton. And he would do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, at anytime he wants, without any of his 'properties' reprimanding him for it.

Because that's what Thomas Walton does.

Both the owner and the owned sat and ate in silence.

The chiming of the grand clock in the living room and the sounds of cutlery on plates were all that could be heard.

Amy thought of Debby and Mia. She wondered how much time had passed since she was abducted.

"I need my phone, there are people who would be worried about me," Amy started.

"Messages have been sent to whoever those may be. No one is worried about you."

Realisation dawned on Amy. Both Mia and Debby had received a text from her phone giving a reason for her absence.

She dropped the cutlery. "I'm not eating any more of this until I get my phone and hear my sister's voice."

"You'll get your phone when I want you to get it. Eat up, you'll need the energy for what's coming soon."

"My sister is in the hospital recovering and I have to know her state," her voice was gradually rising.

Ever since her parents and brother died, Amy never took her sister's welfare with levity. Debby was the only family she had left.

"I have someone watching over her, she is fine," Thomas's voice was flat, cold and low.

Amy banged hard on the dining table, her pitch rose "I don't trust you or your creepy spies, I need to speak w..."

Thomas burned with rage as he strode to Amy and picked her up from her seat like a bag of feathers.

His hand wrapped around her neck before she should realise it.

Amy grasped at his arms, struggling to get free but to no avail.

"You will come to me whenever I order you to, wear what I want you to wear, never raise your voice at me and accept whatever I tell you. Because that's what I want you to do!"

"Do you understand?" He never raised his voice the whole while but Amy burst into tears, her lips quivering with in terror.

She nodded her head, hoping he'd release her at that moment.

Thankfully, he unwrapped his hand from her slender neck and caught her lingerie to prevent her falling while gasping for air.

Ignoring her body wracking sobs, Thomas tore off the silk robe from her skin, revealing the matching pink lace bra and panty beneath.

He hesitated, like someone who just remembered they had an important announcement to make before opening an event.

Thomas Walton leaned forward to her left ear.

"oh, and I don't kiss and do all those things your boyfriends do, Wilson. I just fuck. And I do it hard."

He ripped apart her panty in just seconds and turned her over, her breasts touching the dining table.

He squirted a tube of water based lube onto her ass and without warning, Amy felt his girth penetrate her.

He grabbed her hair into a ponytail and started thrusting so fast and hard she gasped for breath.

He was reckless, demanding claiming her in a way she had never been claimed before.

It was overwhelming. Too overwhelming.

She knew she would go crazy at this pace, and he didn't seem like he was stopping anytime soon.

"P...pl..please stop. Wait...pleaseee," she stretched her hand backwards against his thrusting hips.

It seemed to work because he stopped for a moment.

"Don't. ever. touch. me. again," he warned in his steely tone, stressing out each word severely.

He took her both hands and secured them at her back with his left hand.

His right hand stayed on her hair.

And so he continued.

This time, he ravaged her. In a way she never knew was possible to be ravaged.