his eyes. She knew she better not disappoint him. She stepped closer
and put her hands on his shoulders. She pulled him closer and he
leaned down to her. Her mouth covered his.
She moved her hands to the sides of his face and tilted it to
suit her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, but let her keep the
control. Her lips were slow at first, and then she picked up speed.
She became more urgent, and pressed her tongue to his lips. He
granted her admission, but had the need to take over. He moved to
press her against the wall of the shower, and grinded himself against
her. This kiss was passionate, sexy, and making him harder by the
second. She might have been a virgin, but this girl could kiss. He
thought she could bring a man to his knees with her kiss. And then
she did, bring him to his knees. He couldn’t control himself. He
wanted more. He wanted to take her right there in the shower, but
knew that wasn’t an option, not yet anyway. But maybe if he focused
on her pleasure, she would see things with him weren’t all bad. He
moved his mouth to her neck, shoulder and collar bone. His hands
moved up her waist to her breasts. He felt her body tense up, and
her breathing became heavier. Her hands squeezed his upper arms,
and he wasn’t sure if it was a sign to continue or to stop. He took a
chance and moved lower.
He stopped just at the bikini line and pressed his head against
her stomach like he was waiting for her to give him permission. He
gripped her hips and started to lightly kiss the top of her thighs. Then
he felt her hands in his hair and pressing him lower. He ran his hand
over her sex, and heard her gasp. He wasn’t sure if it was a turned on
gasp or a scared to death gasp. He moved his mouth over her, licking
her folds and gently massaging her clit with his tongue. Her body was
so stiff, and he could hear her humming, as if she was trying not to
move, trying not to enjoy it. He could taste her arousal so he knew it
wasn’t all bad for her. He parted her legs and moved her thigh to his
shoulder. She tilted her hips closer to his mouth, and put her hands
against the wall behind her. Her breathing became little short
breaths, and she let out a soft sigh and her entire body relaxed. He
ran his thumb over her clit and continued to work his mouth against
her. He heard her cry out “I can’t, I can’t,” and knew she was close to
finding her release. He moved both his hands to her behind and
pressed her to his face. He moved his tongue faster and heard her
moan through her tightly shut lips when she came.
He moved his mouth back up her body. He nestled against
her neck but she turned her face away from him. Her body had
tensed back up. He smiled knowing she had enjoyed that as much as
he did. “See it doesn’t have to be all bad, right?” he whispered as he
moved her hair from her shoulder. She didn’t answer. He looked at
her face, and saw tears. “Was that your first orgasm, Norah?” She
still didn’t answer him. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at
him and then he gave a forceful but passionate kiss, evading her
mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away she snatched her face
from his hand, and looked away again. He saw more tears. “I just
wanted you to taste how much you enjoyed that.” She clenched her
eyes shut. “It’s ok that you liked it, Norah.” He smiled knowing she
was hating herself for liking what he did to her. He felt powerful and
devious. He leaned in close again. “I’ll tell you my name if you suck
my dick right now,” he gasped. She pressed her lips together. He
moved some hair behind her ears. “You don’t have to hate me all the
time.” He laughed. “I know you want to, but you don’t have to.” He
ran his hand down her body and cupped her sex. She was so wet
from his mouth being on her.
“I know you didn’t hate me just now. You can’t hide that from
me.” He kissed her forehead and then turned off the water to the
shower. He stepped out wrapping a towel around his waist, leaving
her standing alone. He picked up another towel and held it out to
her. She took it without looking at him. He walked out of the
bathroom and took the plastic bag that had been sitting on the toilet
with him. “When you’re done with your self-loathing, I have
something else for you.” She towel dried her hair as much as she
could, and then wrapped it around her body. She took a deep breath
and then walked to meet him. He was standing at the end of the
mattress and turned when she stepped closer to him. She
immediately lowered her eyes and grasped her hands in front of her.
He held out a light blue pair of cotton pants, white cotton underwear
and white V-neck cotton shirt. “I have socks for you too, if your feet
are cold.” She took them and just stood there. “Go ahead, get
dressed if you want.” He stood in front of her making it clear he was
going to watch her. She ran the towel over her body one more time,
then tried to pull on the underwear without dropping the towel. This
made him laugh. He just pulled the towel away from her.
“My mouth was just on you, and you’re still trying to hide
yourself from me.” Her eyes went to his for about three seconds
then lowered again. She pulled on the underwear, and pants, then
pulled the shirt over her head. Then she grabbed the towel from the
floor and flipped her head over wrapping her hair. When she was
done she stood quietly. “Do you feel better now?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” But he saw the tears return. He took out the last
thing from the bag; white sheets, one fitted, one flat. There wasn’t
an explanation needed so he just threw them on the bed. He
stepped closer and pulled her to him. He pressed her head to his
chest and wrapped his arms around her back. This made her cry
harder. “Shhh. Its ok, baby. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.”
He was a little surprised when she actually wrapped her arms around
his waist and pulled him closer. This must have been what Will was
talking about. Even though he was the reason for her pain and
torment, she had no one else, so he was her comfort as well. He
kissed her cheek. “You need to go to sleep, I have another reward for
you in the morning.” She immediately tensed up.
He pulled her away and made her look at him. “Remember, it
doesn’t always have to be bad, Norah.” He turned and left her alone,
again.
Chapter five
Norah
As soon as he left I balled up in a knot on the bed and cried
myself to sleep. I didn’t even take advantage on my new sheets. I
wanted to hate him. I hated my body for betraying me. I hated
myself for being so confused. How could I seek comfort from a man
who was the reason for my pain? I knew this was what he wanted.
This is how he manipulated people. He had forced me to rely on him
for everything. I was alone all the time, so I looked forward to being
with him, no matter what he did to me. When we were together I
felt like I could protect myself better. When I was alone I worried
about what could happen. It was all true. He was good at his job. I
knew it was ridiculous. One minute he was angry, yelling at me,
yanking me by my hair, or humiliating me by making me jerk him off,
the next he was trying to get to know me, and comforting me in my
pain. Pain he caused. I feared the unknown, and I knew he liked it
that way.
The next morning I heard the door open and could hear him
moving around. I rolled over to face him but he was in the bathroom
packing up my toiletries. He walked in and saw my eyes were open. I
quickly stood up and lowered my eyes to the floor.
“Good Morning, Norah,” he walked closer to me, and
touched my face. “Go brush your teeth and handle your bathroom
needs, we need to get going,” he gestured to the bathroom. I
scooted by him and did as he asked. He didn’t object when I shut the
door behind me. When I was done, I came back out still keeping my
eyes lowered and grasping my hands in front of me. “Come on, it’s
moving day!” He took my hand and walked towards the door. He
opened it and walked out in the hallway. I stopped and didn’t move
until he pulled me behind him.
The hallway was dark, the opposite wall was exposed brick,
and the wall with the room where I had been was painted gray. I
looked to the left and there was nothing but two hot water heaters.
He turned us the right and we walked down the hall, him pulling me
behind him.
At the end of the hallway there was a staircase to the left. He
quickly started up the stairs. We went up two flights and came to
another door. He pressed some buttons next to the door knob and it
opened. We walked out into some sort of mud room. There was a
bench across the way with a few sets of shoes lined in front of it, and
a shelf with hooks hanging on the wall behind it. On the hooks were
two sweaters, and an umbrella. The floor was tile and to the right
was a small door leading to what looked like a bathroom. On the wall
with the bench there was another door, and he pulled me through it
and then we were in another hallway. There was an arched doorway
right across the way, which led to a huge kitchen. This kitchen was
something I imagined in a restaurant. The walls were lined with
stainless steel appliances and down the middle was large wooden
island. Hanging overhead were rows of pots and pans. He pulled me
to the island and picked at some fruit in the middle. A Hispanic
woman smacked his hand and said something to him in Spanish. He
held up his hands and backed away. I saw two other women in the
corner cooking something, but watching me very closely.
“Good Morning,” I said, bravely. He yanked my arm and we
were moving again.
“They can’t speak English,” he snapped. We moved through
another arched doorway and we were in a very large dining room.
The furniture was cherry wood and looked old. I counted ten chairs
around the table but was sure there was more. We moved to the
end of the room, where again we went through another arched
doorway and were on a white and black marble floor. There was a
large winding staircase in the middle of this room, and to the left
very large double doors surrounded by stained glass. He moved fast
around to the end of the stairs and we started up them. I realized
then this must be the foyer to the house. As we went up the stairs I
saw an older man in a suit walking from another room on the other
side of the stairs. He nodded at me, so I nodded back. At the top of
the stairs there was long wide hallway with three doors in front of
us. He went to right and then to the left, heading down another long
wide hallway. We passed four doors when he stopped in front of a
white door with another keypad.
He punched in some numbers and it opened. And then I
recognized where we were, back to my old room. We stood in the
little room, while he punched in another set of numbers in another
keypad. The door opened and I saw the blue walls and white
furniture. I didn’t know if I was happy or sad. I didn’t want to be in
the basement anymore but I didn’t want to be here either. I just
wanted to go home.
“Since you have behaved so beautifully during your
punishment, you have been rewarded.” He moved the desk chair out
and gestured for me to take a seat. “I would like for you to email
your sister.” I took a deep breath. He moved the computer keyboard
and typed in a few things and then faced the screen and key board
to me. The screen was opened to a new email, from
[email protected]. “I had to create you a new address of
course. I just thought you might want to email them and let them
know what a wonderful time you’re having.” He nudged me. “Go
ahead, but don’t hit send until I see what you have written,” he
warned.
I typed out a few paragraphs about how much fun I was
having, how I had met nice people, and was enjoying the food. I
asked what they were up to and how the college hunt was going. I
apologized for not contacting them sooner but told them finding
internet access wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. When I was
