hand run over my shoulders, then across my collar bone. His fingers
touched my cheek, where he had slapped me. It wasn’t red anymore.
“Do you like your room?” he asked. I nodded. “Answer me
please.”
“Yes sir.”
“I think this is a good time to go over some things with you.
Have a seat.” He moved me back to sit in a chair. “I know this is not
your ideal situation, little one. But I think you will find that I am very
easy to get along with. I expect you to talk to me with respect, but I
think you know that already. And I expect you to obey me. If I tell
you to do something, I want you to do it. If you behave, don’t argue,
and perform to my liking, then there will be rewards for you. The
kinds of rewards will vary. This room is a reward. You didn’t give me
any major problems on our trip here, so I thought you deserved to
be comfortable. But don’t mistake my niceness for weakness.
If you don’t behave, argue with me, try to escape or do
something I don’t want you to do, then there will be punishments.
And I think you will find that the slap in the face was the easiest of
most of my punishments. This can be as easy or as hard as you would
like it to be.” He was making me dizzy by walking around the room as
he talked. “This will be your only room for as long as I see fit. You’re
welcome to read, watch movies on the computer, take advantage of
the bathroom, and wear any of the clothes. It’s all yours as long as
you behave. The locked door on the side of the bookcase is to a gym.
Once I have inspected it completely, I’ll open the door and you can
use the equipment in there. I will not be here with you all day, so
you will have the freedom to do what you want. There is a bell on
the door. When you hear it ring, you can open the door. That is how
your food will come to you. When you are done, open the door,
place the tray back in the hallway, close the door, and then press the
bell on your side. The hall does not lead anywhere it is simply like a
small foyer to your room, so don’t get any ideas.”
He knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my knees. I
could see his hands from under my blind fold. “It won’t always be
this way, little one.” Then he kissed my forehead and walked out of
the room telling me I could remove the blind fold.
Chapter three
Liam watched Norah as she explored the room on the
cameras. It made him smile to see her get excited about the things
she found. He laughed when she held up the bra to her chest and
said, “Only in your dreams, sir.” Her breasts were small, but he still
thought she was very sexy.
After their talk, well his talk, he had kissed her forehead. He
didn’t know why he had done it, but he just couldn’t help himself.
This girl seemed to bring out things in him he wasn’t use to feeling.
Tomorrow was Monday, he made an appointment to see Tom. He
had to get this girl out of his house before he did something he
didn’t want to do.
He delivered both her lunch and dinner through the door
without her seeing him. He watched her as she ate alone, and put
the tray back in the foyer.
He sat at the kitchen island and watched her pace her room.
He explained to Rosa, his house keeper that she was another sub of
his, he told Gerald the butler the same thing, and told them to
explain it to the other staff. They were used to seeing him with
submissive women, so this was nothing new. Even his driver Trig had
seen it all before. The blind folds, the whips, chains, leashes, and
even the nipple clamps, none of it bothered them anymore. He had
secluded his subs before, so even this behavior wasn’t unusual. Rosa
cleaned the basement when he used it, so she knew he was freak in
the bedroom. But she had also seen him romance his subs. She knew
he could be just as sweet as he was a freak. But he was no longer
embarrassed of his lifestyle. They had all signed confidentially
agreements, so he didn’t worry what they thought of him.
This situation was different though. She wouldn’t meet Norah
this time. She wouldn’t be making romantic dinners or cleaning the
equipment in the basement after they played out a scene. There
would be none of that this time.
Norah would stay in her room until Liam could figure out how
to get rid of her without going to jail for the rest of his life.
The next morning he walked in Tom’s office eager to get his
advice. He told Tom he needed to explain the entire story before
Tom could say anything. Tom Cunningham was in the lifestyle as
well. Liam and Tom had met at a club in London about five years ago.
Tom even had a slave of his own. When Liam told him that he was
thinking of going the slave route as well, he told him it was the best,
so rewarding. There was nothing better in the world than having a
woman serve you. Tom had had Reanna for over ten years, and was
very happy. Liam had met Reanna, and she seemed happy too.
Though he wondered why Tom didn’t just marry her.
Tom listened to Liam’s tale of human trafficking with his
mouth open and his eyes closed. Liam knew he was in trouble and
Tom’s reaction didn’t make it any easier. When Liam was done he sat
back and waited for Tom to say something.
“She’s in your house right now?” he asked. Liam nodded.
“Liam, what have you done? I mean, really what did think
was going to happen? Where did you think this money was going?
Have you ever bought a sub before? Where was your common
sense, son?” Tom stood and paced the floor. Liam had heard all this
before. He didn’t know what he was thinking, he wasn’t thinking. He
just got caught up in the excitement of a new venture and didn’t
think to ask questions until it was too late. He trusted his friend.
“I don’t know. I just don’t know. If you let her go, you’re
going to jail. You know she won’t keep quiet. You’ve had her how
long? A month?”
“No, God no! I’ve had her two days. She was kidnapped a
month ago. I guess they sent her to “slave training are us” or
something to make her worth more money.”
“Then you better pray we don’t have another Natalie
Holloway situation. I mean, have you checked the papers, the TV,
she’s an American, right? Someone has to be looking for this girl.”
Liam sat down and ran his hands through his hair.
“I know Tom! I know all of this! Why do you think I just didn’t
put her out on the street? I don’t know what to do. I need help.”
Tom held up his hands.
“Okay, here is my advice; do nothing right now. Don’t talk to
her, don’t interact with her. The less she knows about you the
better. Give me a week. I will do some research with some friends,
and find out if anyone has had anything like this happen. You email
me, no better yet, messenger me all the information you have on
her. I will look in to finding out if someone is looking for her. But you,
you don’t lay a finger on her, Liam! She’s a virgin, she needs to stay
that way, okay?” Liam stood up.
“What kind of an animal do you think I am? I might have a
bad temper, but raping women doesn’t get me off, Tom!” He nearly
knocked over the chair as he walked out the door. Another week? Is
he kidding? He had to live with this woman in his house for another
week.
Norah
I spent most of the day reading, and listening to music. The
bell rang for my lunch which was a chicken salad, crackers and
assorted fruit. I took a nap after I ate, and thought about working out
but decided against it. I liked not being tied up or having to wear a
blind fold, but I hated being alone. I had so many questions and
wanted answers. Who was this man? Why did he want me? Why me
in general? Where were we? Was I going to be here forever? Would I
ever see my family again?
I stood at the window watching the sun go down when I
heard his voice again. I put on my blind fold and sat at the desk chair.
I was almost relieved to hear his voice. As crazy as it sounded, I
feared him less when he was in the room with me. The nightmares,
my imagination, and the unknown scared me the most.
I heard the cart being rolled in the room, and smelled garlic. I
raised my head taking in the sweet smell. My stomach growled. I
guess I was hungrier than I thought.
He moved me so I was sitting at a small table. Through the
bottom of my blind fold, I could see pasta, with a red sauce, and a
large piece of garlic bread.
“When you’re done, roll the cart out and ring the bell.” His
voice wasn’t close, like he was standing near the door. I couldn’t stop
myself. “You’re not staying?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but I knew
he hadn’t left the room yet either. “I was hoping to have some
company,” I whispered not wanting to get in trouble for speaking out
of turn, but desperate for some human contact. I jumped when I
heard the door slam. I knew he was gone so I took my blind fold off.
“Well I guess I got my answer,” I said to myself.
Not only did I have the pasta and bread, but I also had a piece
of chocolate cake, and glass of wine, a bottle of water, a coke, and
some milk. I guess he was covering all the bases. There was also a
little vase with a very small white tea rose in the middle of the table.
I picked it up and smelled it. I narrowed my eyes at this gesture.
I drank the wine with dinner, and milk with the cake. I took
the water and coke, and put them on nightstand and pushed the cart
out in the foyer. Before I shut the door I grabbed the rose. I pressed
the bell and walked away.
*****
It had been five days, and Tom hadn’t gotten back Liam. The
morning of day six, Liam decided he had enough and called him.
“Well the good news is, no one is looking for her. The bad
news is, I still don’t have any answers that will help you. It seems to
my friends, that you have two options. 1) Let her go and offer some
kind of cash settlement to keep her mouth shut. Of course with this
option there is no guarantee she won’t just take your money and
turn you in anyway. Or 2) keep her…. keep her and make sure no one
ever finds her. Her family isn’t looking for her now, but I am certain
from the information we found that won’t be the case forever. Either
way, I know this is going to be a hard decision for you.”
Hard decision was an understatement. He hated having this
girl in his guest room and not knowing what to do with her. He
couldn’t stop himself from watching her on the cameras. He hated
every night when she tried to talk to him, but kept going in her room
to deliver her dinner anyway. He could see she was depressed and
lonely. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn’t want to get involved
with her. Still something about her drew him in. He found himself
trying to touch her hands when he placed her in front of her food. He
found himself leaning close to her head so he could smell her hair as
pushed her chair in the table. Maybe he just ran his fingers over her
cheek or touched her arms, while helping her in the chair, but it
didn’t matter. Her skin sent sparks through him. She always smelled
so good, and he loved watching her lick her lips when he was
standing close to her. It was like she was asking him to kiss her. He
wanted to, but didn’t dare. Besides the one kiss on her forehead, his
lips hadn’t touched her again. But he couldn’t understand why no
one was looking for her. She was beautiful, a college graduate, and
from the pictures in her wallet, she had a family. Why weren’t they
concerned about her? He didn’t understand and wanted to ask her.
It was Saturday so Liam did his best to avoid her all day. He
watched the camera briefly in the morning, but spent the afternoon
playing golf with clients and trying to keep his mind off the girl in his
guest room. But that evening he couldn’t help himself as he pushed
her dinner cart in her room. She hadn’t asked him to stay tonight,
but when he got to the door he found himself wanting to stay. So
instead, he brought in a folding chair and took a seat across from
her. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with her. Tom hadn’t
given an option he wanted to take. He still didn’t think it was good
