her ankle to the top of her thigh. He had shaven legs before, but for
some reason this was different. He wanted to continue on shaving.
Actually he wanted to see if she had anything between her legs to
shave.
But when the suds slid down her body, they stopped right in
that place. He couldn’t force his hand to move them so he could see
her clearly. He adjusted himself on the floor and moved to the other
leg. She shocked him again just as he was done. He stood in front of
her, watching her rinse her body and she spoke.
“What’s your real name?” she asked. He was stunned into
silence. “I’m just wondering, because you call me little one, but you
also called me Norah. I only have one name for you.” Liam didn’t
know why, but this infuriated him. Was she serious? What was it
about bathrooms that made her brave? He called her by her name,
so she had some right to call him by his? What did she think was
happening here? Did she think being someone’s slave was like having
a girlfriend she could talk to? He needed to let her know just what
kind of situation she was really in. As she stood up, he grabbed her
hair by the back of the head, and yanked her forward, making her
trip out of the tub.
She almost fell again when her wet feet hit the floor. It was
only him holding her by her hair that was saving her from landing on
the floor.
“Do you think this is joke? Do you think this isn’t really
happening to you? Do you think I’m your friend, Norah?” He yanked
her out to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. He went back to
the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. When he walked back in the
bedroom she was balled up on the bed. He threw a towel on her.
“I’m not your friend. And I think its best time you learn what
kind of situation this is, it will be better for the both of us!” He
walked out again slamming the door. He went straight to his room
and paced back and forth. Why did he do that? Why did she make
him so angry? It was just general conversation. Was he mad because
he didn’t control it? Because he hadn’t put enough of a boundary
between them? Was he mad because his other submissive’s didn’t
talk to him like that? They didn’t ask questions, or even speak unless
he told them to first.
Or was he mad because he wanted to tell her his name, he
wanted to remove her mask and let her see where she was. He
wanted to take her on as a submissive for himself. But he knew this
wasn’t the typical situation. She hadn’t signed up for this. This wasn’t
some girl he met in a club and brought home for a weekend of
spanking and fucking. He bought her. Maybe that was more reason
for him to be nice to her. Maybe Will’s stage theory was just as much
bullshit as Liam thought in the beginning. Maybe this girl would trust
him more if he was nicer, not meaner. Why did she bring out this
anger in him? Why did he feel this need to keep her at arm’s length
and for her to know her place? Was it because she tried to rebel?
Not a lot, but in her own way, she tried to sneak past the rules he set
up. Do as I say, and not anything more and certainly not less. Was he
angry because he wanted this girl and he knew he could never really
have her?
Chapter four
Norah
I hadn’t seen him in a week. Ever since I asked him his name,
he had stopped bringing me my dinner. I assumed he had a job and
that was where he spent his days, but now I didn’t even see him in
the evenings. I was so bored and alone. He had taken away my music
and some of my books. I found myself spending most of the days in
the workout room. He was so weird. Not even hot and cold, just cold
and lukewarm. I realized the situation I was in. I knew he had bought
me from some auction and I belonged to him now. What I didn’t
know was why? I had been told during my training, that I would be a
sexual slave, but sex seemed to be the last thing on this guy’s mind. I
didn’t want to let my guard down though. I knew if I did, that’s when
it would happen. But I had been with him for what seemed like a
little over two weeks now, and he hadn’t even made a move.
I wondered what was taking him so long. I wasn’t rushing it
by any means, I just wanted the nightmare to be over. Once it was
done, it was done. I would know what to expect from then on. All
this waiting, and not knowing was truly killing me. I hated being
alone every day. I hated looking at the same scenery out my window.
I hated taking showers and changing my clothes for no reason what
so ever. This kind of confinement could make anyone go insane.
Maybe that was his point. Maybe he was trying to drive me crazy.
*****
Liam watched her as she paced her room talking to herself.
She made some good points. If things were going to get sexual why
didn’t he just do it? He still hadn’t gotten any good answers from
Tom, and still had no way to get rid of her without risk for him. If she
was going to be his then he should just make her his. But something
was holding him back. He wasn’t ready to cross that line. He couldn’t
be like Will, even if he thought for a second that she would end up
caring for him in the end.
He had no doubt he could completely flip her feelings for
him. He knew he could manipulate her into caring for him even after
he treated her badly. But rape was a line he wasn’t ready to cross.
He decided she needed another reward. He had completely ignored
her for the last seven days as punishment for being too bold with
him. He hadn’t even spoke to her over the intercom. He watched
her eat her dinner in complete silence. When she was done and
pushed the bell, he told her to put on her blind fold and came in
instead.
“You didn’t eat much, little one?” She didn’t answer him. “I
have another reward for you, I hope it goes better this time.” He
went to the bathroom and ran the water for a bath. He lit candles
and set them all over the bathroom. He laid out a beautiful satin
night gown and robe. He even sprinkled rose petals in the water. He
left the razor sitting on the edge of the tub, and walked back to meet
her. He took her hand and walked in the bathroom.
She was already crying. “I’m not going to give you a bath this
time. I’m going to let you enjoy this bath yourself.” She exhaled.
He left the room and closed the doors. He went straight to
his room and watched her. She slowly removed her mask and took in
the beautiful bathroom. She slowly undressed and again he admired
her body from afar. She stepped in the tub and began to sob. He
narrowed his eyes. He didn’t understand why she was upset. He
wasn’t there. He hadn’t humiliated her into undressing before him,
or shaving her legs for her. He wasn’t there to lose his temper and
snatch her by the head. What was she crying for? Was she crying
because he wasn’t there? She couldn’t prefer him to humiliate her
and make her cry to nothing? He watched a little longer and then
decided to let her be alone in her depression. He paced his room for
ten minutes, then he decided to give her the option. He could go in
there with her, see if her mood changed. He could ask her more
questions, get her talking.
He would be able to tell if she wanted him there, or wanted
him to leave. He walked slowly to her room feeling very vulnerable.
He had never felt like this before. Usually he knew what his subs
wanted from him, and if he didn’t, he didn’t care. He had no clue
what to do with this girl, no clue what she wanted from him, and no
clue how to respond to her. He knew the one thing she wanted in
general, to be free, was something he couldn’t do….not right now
anyway.
He opened the bathroom door and was immediately
embarrassed by the red water. He must have bought very cheap
roses because they were bleeding. He walked closer to her realizing
he hadn’t asked her to put on her mask, but it didn’t matter because
her eyes were closed. Then he saw her wrist, and the razor she had
taken apart on the edge of the tub. He scooped her up quickly
splashing water everywhere and getting himself soaked.
“Gerald! Help me! Gerald! Help me please!” he carried her to
the bedroom and laid her on the bed wrapping her wrist in a towel
and holding it tight in the air to stop the bleeding. Her eyes fluttered
open for a moment and he made her look at him. “I’ve got you
Norah, I’m going to help you,” her eyes closed again. Gerald ran in
with the first aid kit and they both began to bandage her wrist.
Norah
I woke and it was all black. I was in an unfamiliar place and I
heard a beeping sound. I was no longer wearing my mask, so I looked
around. The walls were black and there weren’t any windows. There
weren’t any sheets on my bed. I moved my legs and felt shackles on
my ankles. I looked to my left and saw a clear bag dripping some kind
of liquid into an IV, an IV I assumed was in my arm, but I couldn’t feel
it.
“Sit up”, his voice said. I tried to move my body but couldn’t. I
could feel his hands on my back moving me in the bed to a sitting
position. He put something behind me to lean on. I swallowed, and
my mouth felt like sandpaper.
He rolled a small cart to the side of the bed and sat in front of
me. He looked me right in the eyes. His eyes were crystal blue but
very cold. This was the voice of my nightmares, but he has the face
of an angel. He moved to show me he had some soup for me to eat.
Slowly he spoon fed me. After four bites he offered me some water,
which I accepted. He continued to spoon feed me this chicken broth
soup and didn’t say a word. His eyes never moved from my face.
When he was done he offered me more water and then left the
bottle next to the bed, which I realized now was just a mattress on
the floor. He stood up and moved around the room. He gathered up
some things and rolled the cart to the door. He came back and
changed out the bag of clear liquid.
“Where am I?” my voice sounded like sandpaper. He walked
back towards the door, and slowly turned back to face me. His eyes
had changed. His whole face had changed. Now instead of the face
of an angel, he looked like the devil. His eyes were still cold, but they
were also deadly. If looks could kill, this look would do it.
“Be careful, little one. You’re in enough trouble as it is,” he
warned, then he left the room.
Shit, I’m in trouble? He’s going to punish me for trying to kill
myself?
The next two days went much the same way. He didn’t say a
word but his look made me wish he would get this punishment over
with. I didn’t know what kind of punishment he had in mind, but it
couldn’t be worse than the waiting. My trainers has warned me of
violent punishments, sexual punishments, violent sexual
punishments. I assumed I had the last one coming.
The room was black and cold. I wasn’t sure what time it was,
if it was the third day in my new room or the night of the second day,
but his voice woke me up.
“Are you awake, little one?” he didn’t sound like the usual
soothing voice over the intercom. I could tell he was behind me, in
the same room. I rolled to face him.
“Yes,” I said nervously. I knew something was coming, maybe
this was it. He moved fast. As soon as I said yes, he grabbed my
ankles and drug me to him. He quickly unlocked my legs from the
shackles and yanked me up by my arms. He pushed me to walk over
the mattress on the floor and slammed me face first into the wall. I
turned my head so he didn’t smash my nose. He pressed his body
behind me, and held my head with one hand.
“Please don’t hurt me, sir,” I breathed. He slammed me into
the wall again, and yanked my head back by the hair.
“Oh, now you don’t want me to hurt you? It’s ok to hurt
yourself, but I’m not allowed?” He slammed me in the wall again. I
looked back at him, hoping my tears would stop him from hurting
me. “You want to look at my face? Well get a good look at me, little
one. Look at it!” he screamed. I looked at him, but quickly closed my
eyes. He put his mouth right next to my ear, and pressed himself
