Becky was stunned when her eyes met James Miller's. For a while, she thought he would withdraw her hand but what happened was..."No!!!"He let go of her hand and plunged her into the three-meter-deep pool. She tried to swim frantically, but she had a hard time because she couldn't swim. As she rose to the surface she could see James Miller staring at her with furrowed brows, maybe he thought she was joking?"Help me!" she shouted through the water that was starting to enter her mouth. She began to be unable to hold her breath, for a moment she thought her life would be ended up just like that, but suddenly someone jumped into the pool and pulled her out just as she lost her consciousness.She coughed, feeling water gush out of her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw James Miller looking down at her with a tense face."Hey, you're awake?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face.She weakly blinked her eyes as an answer.He took a deep breath, "Tim!" he shouted as he rose t
"No, I'm not. I spent most of my day in this room, so you have to be here to serve me," said James Miller casually. Becky shook her head, "No, I don't want to," she mumbled as if she has the right to decline his order.James Miller shrugged, "I'm afraid you have no choice Ms. Beckett, now why don't you come with me, I'm gonna show you around," he said firmly. Becky stomped her foot in annoyance but she knew she didn't have another choice but to obey his order."This room is not as large as you think, that's the kitchen, where you're gonna cook for me every day, and put this in your mind, I like to keep everything neat, no stains no messy stuff, just put everything in the right place, you got it?"Becky sneered, but she didn't say anything."I'm asking you and you have to answer it, do you understand?" snapped James Miller, his eyes staring at her sharply."Oh God, yes I do!" shouted Becky impatiently."You can just say 'Yes Mr. Miller' that sounds better."Becky rolled her eyes, her c
With trembling hands, Becky opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. She didn't know what to cook, but she didn't dare to ask, not after what James Miller had done to her. Honestly, the slap from the leather whip didn't hurt at all, it's just that the pressure he gave really made her mentally shaken. She had never seen such a thing before. She looked up nervously, she could see James Miller was sitting on a work chair facing directly into the vast backyard, his hands were busy typing on his laptop.She could have taken a kitchen knife and stabbed him in the back, but she knew she wasn't a murderer, not even when she was in the most unfortunate situation like that. She breathed out heavily, for the time being, she would only follow James Miller's game while waiting for what she could do for the next.Luckily she spent half her life taking care of Alex and Phoebe, it made her quite good at kitchen matters.She took a french baguette, melon, ham, and cheese then started to m
Becky was taken aback when she saw James Miller throw her stained white linen dress onto the floor and trample it furiously.She didn't dare to ask him anything and just stayed silent in a squatting position while trying to cover her almost naked body. A few moments later he walked away without saying a word.She breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at James Miller's back questioningly. Behind his cold demeanor, she knew he was hiding something. She stood up and walked on tiptoe down the corridor, heading to her room. But before she got there, she bumped into him who was heading towards her in a hurry."Clean the kitchen and put things back the way they were," he said dryly as if nothing had happened to them before.Becky shrieked in surprise, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Um, yes Mr. Miller, but I have to get dressed first," she replied nervously.James Miller looked at her from head to toe."No need, I can't hold back any longer watching my kitchen fall apart like th
Becky hurriedly opened her eyes and sat down after James Miller came out of the room. She bit her lip, thinking. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. If he could seduce him, maybe she could get out of that ridiculous bondage.She jumped out of bed and walked on tiptoe out, she peeked into the living room, but no one was there. Maybe Timothy was gone, but where was James?Suddenly a snort sounded in the back of Becky's head making her shudder in surprise. She turned around to find him standing behind her with his arms folded across his chest."What are you doing?" he asked dryly.Becky turned around nervously, "Um, nothing, just to see if Mr. Davis is gone or not," she answered nonchalantly."Why?""Um, there aren't any clothes in my room, I need to get them out from the pavilion," replied Becky haltingly."Mr. Davis will get it for you later, come with me," said James, accepting no refusal.Hesitantly Becky followed behind him, she had to be nice and sweet so that he would pity her and
Just as she was brought into that secret room once again, she knew something bad was about to happen. But James Miller with all his charisma made her unable to move even the slightest. Suddenly she seemed to lose her strength...She was laid on the bed, then tied up once again with handcuffs. She knew he might think she was going to scream or something, but all she did was stay still and wait as a slave resigned to her punishment. She felt stupid because it seemed like she herself expected that to happen, she was the one who made it happen in the end for she too boldly seduced her master.She could see James Miller walking over to the shelf to get something. Before long he returned with several items that made her gulp in fear just by seeing them. There was a part of her that felt like screaming and begging to be released, but there was another part that was curious and wanted that 'whatever' bad thing to happen..."You really challenged me, didn't you?" he hissed as he tied a silk co
Becky looked at James Miller from a distance, she took a deep breath and then walked over to him. She stood in the corner of the room, in front of her James Miller was sitting while enjoying his lunch which had been delayed because of her bad cooking. "Come here," he said, waving his hand for Becky to come closer to him. "Yes sir." "Sit down," said he, pointing to the chair in front of him. Without further questioning, she pulled out the chair and sat on it. "From now on you have to come with me wherever I go even to the office, you will always stick with me and serve my needs no matter what happens," he said flatly. Becky wanted to protest but a clever thought popped into her head. If she had to follow James wherever he went, that meant she could escape anytime when she had the chance! "Don't even think about running away because I will never let that happen, not before your father returns my painting to me," James Miller said without looking up at Becky who was quite surprised
"Aren't you a little too much? How could you do that to someone, I mean, she just lost her job when she might really need it," raved Beck after Debbie disappeared from their sight with tears in her eyes.James Miller stepped closer to her until they were only about six inches apart."You have no right to judge me, now come with me, I will choose clothes for you..." he said coldly.With a gloomy face, she followed James Miller who was staring at the rows of white clothes hanging neatly and elegantly in front of him."Try all of these, and show me one by one, I'll be waiting here," he said flatly."All of them? One by one? But twenty clothes are hanging in there! Can't I just try on a few?" Becky protested with a tired face."Rebecca Becket, don't cross the line?" hissed James Miller, his piercing eyes staring at her for a long time. Having no choice, she finally picked up the white long-sleeved midi dress and took it to the fitting room.She took off her clothes one by one with a gloom