THE GREENHOUSE (V)

MayaHe kept soft rope in a drawer with the twine and the plant ties. I had seen the coil there for weeks and I had told myself it was only for the tomatoes. On this night he opened the drawer while I was still wiping soil off my hands and he pulled the rope out like it had been waiting.“Wrists,” he said.My mouth went dry. “Here?”“Here. Arms up. The pipe that runs the length of the house. You will be on display between the pepper rows and you will stay that way until I take you down.”I looked at the overhead pipe. Then I looked at him. “If I need to stop I still say glasshouse.”“You still say glasshouse and I cut you loose the same second. You want to try?”I nodded. I held my wrists out and I felt my pulse in both of them.He bound me slowly. The rope was softer than the twine, but it still held. He lifted my arms and tied them to the pipe so they stretched above my head. I had to stand on the balls of my feet a little. My shirt came off. Then my skirt. I stood naked between two

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THE GREENHOUSE (VI)

MayaI had not meant to fall asleep. I had only sat down on the old daybed in the far corner because my feet hurt from standing in the aisles and because Elias was still moving trays under the low grow lights and I liked watching him work when he thought I was half dreaming. The daybed was the one he used when he stayed late among the seedlings. The blanket on it smelled like him and like clean dirt. The glass roof showed dark sky and a few pale stars and the faint reflection of those lights he had left on low.I remember telling myself I would get up in five minutes. Then the warm air and the drip of the misters and the quiet way he moved pulled me under.I woke to the feeling of being filled.It took me a long time to understand what the feeling was because I was still heavy with sleep. Something thick was inside me, moving in slow shallow strokes. A hand was splayed on my hip. Another hand was braced by my head so he would not crush me. I was on my side on the narrow daybed and he

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THE GREENHOUSE (VII)

MayaThe last time that season the tomatoes were finished and the nights had turned cooler. I could see my breath for a second when I crossed the yard, and the greenhouse glass was clear instead of fogged, which felt strange after all those wet months. Inside it still smelled like soil and the last of the vines he had not pulled yet. The misters were off. The air was only a little warm from the day that had already gone.Elias did not take me immediately. He looked at my hand first, at the small cut on my knuckle from a thorn I had not even felt when I was helping him clear the dead plants. He sat me on the edge of the potting table, the same one he had bent me over the first afternoon, and he cleaned the cut with antiseptic and careful fingers while I watched his face.“Hold still,” he said. “It is not deep but I do not want it to get dirty.”“You have had your fingers in worse places on me than a knuckle.”His mouth twitched. “That is different and you know it.” He blew on the sting

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All Chapters of Call Me Daddy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 83

THE GREENHOUSE (V)

THE GREENHOUSE (VI)

THE GREENHOUSE (VII)