Consumed

by Leslie Sansom

  I unpacked a few things and took in his redecorated bedroom while he talked business in his study.

  The room was now a deep gold color with colorful Indian furniture. The bed was still huge and had four posts, but was now a deep brick red color. His night stands were dark blue and looked faded, each with a slightly different carving in the front. His new armoire was a faded sage green with gold handles. My dresser, or what I assumed would now be my dresser, was the dark Moroccan blue color I loved so much in the other room. Over the headboard hung a huge mirror with a handcrafted gold frame and the walls were decorated in colorful modern paintings. I heard the door open and turned to see his face and was shocked by the art hanging near the door frame. Instead of looking in his eyes, I walked to the wall and covered my mouth with my hand. There in middle of the wall was the picture of me from the banquet. I was standing alone, arms at my sides looking off to the side. There was a slight shadow but you could still see my face. All around the picture were more pictures of me and of us.

  Pictures from Tiffany’s wedding, the dinner banquet and the charity dinner, even a few from the hospital. I looked over at him wanting him to say something. As if he could read my mind he spoke.

  “Do you like what I have done with the place?” I nodded my head. “I had these blown up and framed in hopes that you would be returning with me.” He pointed at the wall with my pictures. “I can move them to another room if you think it is too creepy in here.” He took a sip of his drink and walked toward the bed.

  “No, I love it.” I stood there not able to take my eyes away.

  “I’m going to go take a shower.” I heard the bathroom door shut but still didn’t move. When he came out a little while later I had moved from where I was standing back to my suitcase and was unpacking again. He walked around the room and sat on his side of the bed. He was wearing his long pajama pants without a shirt, and looked very sexy as usual. I grabbed a few things and went to the shower.

  After all our assertiveness in Houston… now it was like we barely knew each other again. He was back to the man that just wanted me to be with him, and I was back to not knowing how to act around him.

  I walked out of the bathroom wearing a short black lace nightgown. He was standing at the end of bed and turned when he heard the door open. I slowly walked to him and he reached out to touch my face.

  “Norah, you are so beautiful,” he whispered. No other words were spoken. We fell into each other’s arms and made love all night. This was different than the rough sex at the wedding or in the hotel. It was different from the kinky sex we had on the plane on our trip over. We took our time, cherished each other, really touched each other, and looked in each other’s eyes.

  We laid on our sides looking at each other. We were both naked only covered by a sheet. He reached out and tucked some of my hair behind my ear, but we still didn’t say anything. It was like he was just as confused as to how to proceed as I was. Finally, he said something.

  “Did I tell you Jane went back to Will?” he spoke softly.

  “No. What? When did that happen?” I asked.

  “About two months ago. She just showed up, saying how sorry she was, and how she wanted him to take her back.”

  “Really? I thought she hated him?”

  I wanted to ask him if this meant he had forgiven Will for what he had done to me, but I didn’t want to start an argument.

  “I did too. But I guess she enjoyed her life with him more than she really knew.” He paused and cleared his throat. “She was sad when she heard we weren’t together anymore.” I lowered my eyes.

  “I was so sad and miserable without you, Norah. I wondered every day what you were doing, who you were with, and I wanted to call you so bad.”

  “I moved in with Tiffany and Jason. They have a room over the garage, so I stayed there.” I took a deep breath. “At first I didn’t want to do anything. I just knew you were coming back for me.” He reached out and touched my face. “Finally, I went out and got a job at a restaurant, and tried to have some kind of life.” I paused again. “Then I got your email, and the pain started all over again.”

  “Baby, I am so sorry.”

  “I know. It’s alright now. But it hurt so badly then, thinking you didn’t want me, thinking you were moving on with someone else.”

  “I never didn’t want you, Norah. And moving on with someone else was never gonna happen. It was a very lonely four months for me too. But being with someone else wasn’t an option for me.”

  “I was so happy to see you at Rebecca’s wedding, but I just wanted to play hard to get.” I laughed.

  “Well I don’t think it would have been as much fun as it was if you had just submitted to me right from the beginning.” He laughed too. We both stopped talking and just looked at each other again. I reached out and touched his chest and he took my hand in his.

  “Is that what you want? I mean, how we were in Houston, is that how you want things now?” I asked the question that had been on my mind since we landed. How did he want me to act now? Was he deeper in the Dominant world now? Was I going to be his true slave?

  “Is that what you want?” he asked back. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “I don’t know. I liked role playing like that. It was empowering and very stimulating. But I can’t imagine being that aggressive all the time. And I can’t imagine you being that forward and rude all the time either.” He laughed.

  “Rude? Is that how you would describe it?”

  “Well I didn’t want to ruin the mood by calling you an asshole,” I moved a little closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled me on top of him.

  “I like us the way we are now. I just like being with you the way you are naturally, Norah. I like what we had before. I liked having you as my submissive and my girlfriend and equal. We worked it out before, we can work it out again.” He paused and kissed me. “But I have to say, I do like the rebellious slave game too.” We kissed again. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, you know I would never hurt you. I would never do anything to you I thought you really didn’t want. I want your respect and yes, I like to have the final say in….” he paused, “….most things.” He shrugged.

  “So, you Tarzan, me Jane,” I said in my best Tarzan voice. We laughed and he rolled on top of me.

  “You think you are so funny, don’t you little one?”

  He slowly raised my arms over my head and slid my wrists in restraints he had tied to the head board. “Let’s see how funny you are now.” I couldn’t stop him if I tried. But I wouldn’t have tried anyway.

  Liam

  I wasn’t sure she would let me tie her up, but she didn’t resist. She was so open to me and open to trying new things. I made love to her, cherishing every inch of her body. She may have been tied to the bed but she consumed me.

  I released her hands and we slept for several hours. When I woke again she was sitting next to me with her knees to her chest, just staring at me.

  “What time is it?” I asked. She looked over at my alarm clock.

  “4:23.”

  “I feel like I have been run over by a freight train,” I buried my face in my pillow.

  “How did you become a Dominant?” she asked.

  “What?” I asked and laughed in my pillow.

  “How did you get involved with this lifestyle? Were they recruiting Dominants on your college campus or something?” We both laughed and I moved so my head was in her lap.

  “I wasn’t unloved or abused if that is what you’re thinking,” I said.

  “I’m not thinking anything, I just want to know.”

  “Well I always had the caveman issues, as you call them. I noticed that about myself in high school.” I rolled so I was leaning on my right elbow facing her. “I met Will my second year of college, and he told me about this club. I begged him for months to take me, and he finally did. The club was in Amsterdam. We went on Spring Break. It looked like an abandoned warehouse. But when we wen
t inside it was very different. Everything was draped in red velvet and black furniture. In the middle of the room was a stage and there were three separate scenes being played out. I didn’t even know what a scene was at the time. There was a woman shackled to a wooden frame, naked, blindfolded, and being whipped by a man.”

  “In the middle was a man on his knees, wearing assless chaps and a dog collar, kissing the leather boots of this woman dressed all in leather. And on the other side there was a threesome with three men. There were four big rooms like this, with people sitting around watching, some having their own experiences, some just talking. Down the hall was a long row of rooms…..peep show rooms. Each room had chairs and a tinted window. Behind the windows were women, men, couples, threesomes, and even groups of people, each room was different, all creating their own scenes. Upstairs there were private rooms….private meaning smaller, less than ten people in each room, mostly couples.” She just sat there spell bound not saying anything, completely captivated by my description.

  “I was completely turned on….who wouldn’t be. I wanted to know more, I wanted to be part of it. Will told me if this was something I really wanted to learn about he could show me.” I took a breath. “I trained as a submissive for two years.”

  “You as a submissive, I can’t even picture that.”

  “Well in order to dominate, you must learn to serve. After two years of submitting, I trained for another year as a Dominant, under a woman, named Samantha Whitman.”

  “You trained under a woman?” she asked.

  “Yes. She was mean, she didn’t take any shit from me, and she demanded perfection.”

  “Do you still see her?” I could tell she was concerned.

  “No. I left her after the year of training, and I haven’t seen her in six years.”

  “And then you started buying women?” She laughed, but I didn’t.

  “No. I told you, you were the first and only. From then on I just had subs. But after years of that, I wanted something more. And again Will was there to show me another world.” I moved to my knees. “And I think we all know how that turned out.” I parted her legs and moved my body between them. I laid my body on hers and kissed her mouth. “I may have to call in to work today. I don’t think I’m going to make it.” I kissed her again and moved down her neck.

  “And who exactly would you call in to?” she asked.

  “Marcy. Come on, we both know Marcy runs the office.”

  “Hmmm, I would love to see her order you around the office,” she laughed.

  “Oh baby, I want to order you around this bed so much right now, but I fear I just don’t have the strength.” She rolled so she was on top of me.

  “Well I guess I will just take control then,” she started kissing my chest and slowly moved south.

  It was after noon before we finally got out of bed. Not only had we missed being in each other’s arms, but the jet lag was exhausting.

  I sat at the desk in my study and went over some paperwork and returned calls, while Norah helped Rosa make us some lunch. She walked in and sat down on the corner of the desk just as I finished up my last call. I wrote down the information with my right hand while my left explored her bare legs. I hung up the phone and told her about my surprise.

  “I have a surprise for you, little one.” I ripped the paper off the tablet and handed it to her.

  “Because of my irrational behavior I forced you to give up the internship you arranged for yourself and then I also messed up your chance to model for Glamour Bride. So this is my way of making it up to you,” she looked at the paper and then back at me. “This is the name of a small modeling agency here in London. They are currently auditioning models for a women’s chain store spring clothing line photo shot for a catalog or something. It isn’t as glamorous as Glamour Bride or as well known, but I figured it was a start.” She smiled, leaned in closer and kissed my cheek.

  “Thank you so much. But you didn’t have to do this,” she said.

  “Well I just used my name to get you the audition, I’m afraid you have to sell yourself,” I paused looked in her eyes and took her hand.

  “Ha-ha, very funny. Sell myself?”

  “I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant, bad joke.” I kissed her hand.

  “You’re forgiven.”

  Norah

  I sat in the lobby of “Dean Modeling” and waited for the receptionist to let me know Mr. Dean was ready for me. I flipped through a few magazines and crossed and re-crossed my legs. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to work or not, but since Liam went to the trouble of using his name I called and made the appointment.

  “Miss Chandler?” I stood up. “Phillip can see you now.” She motioned me back to where a young man was standing. I walked to him.

  “Please follow me, Miss Chandler,” he said and we walked down a long hallway. He stopped at the end of the hall and opened a glass door for me to go through. I saw a man standing near a window looking out, a group of three people sitting at a small round table going over pictures, a large desk, a white leather couch, and a small bar in the corner. I stood there not knowing which man in the room was Mr. Dean. I cleared my throat to get their attention and clutched my make shift portfolio in my hands. The man at the window turned to face me.

  “Miss Chandler, Please come in,” he walked to me and motioned to his desk. I stopped in front of it and waited for him to walk around.

  He held out his hand and we shook. “I’m Phillip Dean. My father did some business with Liam a few years ago. I remember what an appetite he had for beautiful women. I see he still has an eye for beauty.” He gestured for me to sit down.

  “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “How long have you and Liam been together?”

  “Ahh, well…..nine months, I guess.” I wasn’t sure how to answer him. I wouldn’t consider Liam and me a couple when I first came to his home, and we had been apart for the last four months. But I figured it was just safer to count it all.

  “Really? Interesting.” I didn’t know how interesting that really was, but just kept smiling. He held out his hand for my portfolio and I handed it to him. “He told me modeling was something you were interested in, but had never done before, is that right?” I didn’t know how interested I was in modeling, but if it made him happy I would try it.

  “Yes that’s right.” He flipped through my book and looked at me.

  “Stand up,” he commanded. I stood and he came around the desk. He held my hands to the sides and turned me around.

  I was wearing a short black dress, light make up, and high black heels. I knew I wasn’t tall enough for runway work, but I wanted to look as tall as possible. He touched my arms and then put his hands at my waist. I stepped back a little. “You seem well proportioned. Do you mind changing into a bathing suit so I can see your body?” I knew Liam wouldn’t like this, but I was sure this was part of the business.

  “Ahh, sure.” He snapped his fingers and the young girl sitting at the round table walked over to us.

  “She’ll take you to the dressing room.”

  After twenty more minutes and having Phillip, his partner Liza and two other men look at me, I was told I had the job. Three days later I was on the set having makeup applied to my face. Liam said he would be there to watch the shoot, but he was running late as usual.

  I modeled several spring dresses, capri pants and tank tops, and a few skirts. They played music, gave me direction and I posed over and over. I kept looking around the room hoping to see Liam but all I saw was lots of pairs of eyes on me. They made me sit in chairs, pretend to ride bikes and even lean up against props that looked like street lights.

  They fluffed my hair, touched up my makeup, and played loud music, all while telling me to act natural and relax.

  I went to the changing room and saw Liam walking in the door.

  “Liam!” I yelled. He walked over and kissed my cheek.

  “I’m so sorry I’m late, little one. H
ave you been having fun?” he asked. I felt weird having people pick at me, paw over me and move my body in certain ways, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

  “I’m having a blast! I have to go change, I’ll be right back.” I walked in the dressing room and saw the next outfit, a nightgown. I instantly started chewing on my nails. Liam was not going to like this. Candy, my assistant, helped me get it on, touched up my makeup and teased my hair. I walked back out and saw Liam talking to Phillip. I went to the stage and waited with my head lowered and hands grasped in front of me.

  “Okay, Norah, this is Matt, Matt this is Norah. You two get to know each other for the next three minutes while we bring in the bed!” I was told to move out of the way, and saw a big bed being pushed on set.

  I looked over at Matt and he was a young, good looking guy, wearing a plaid pair of silk pajamas. I touched my neck and tried to look through the lights to see if I saw Liam. Before I could find him we were pushed back to the bed and told how to pose. For the next hour Matt and I posed on, around and laying in this bed, wearing various nightgowns, robes, and even just underwear and bras. I kept smiling, but I hated it. I didn’t even know this guy but was sitting close to him, wrapping my arms around him, and letting him touch me in places only Liam had touched. They moved us around and gave us directions like ‘look in love’ or ‘try to have the sex afterglow’. I kept looking for Liam but the lights were so bright I couldn’t even see where Phillip was barking his orders from.

  When it was over I quickly dressed and cleaned all the makeup off my face. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the dressing room just in time to hear Phillip tell Liam that he would like to use me for a swim suit shoot in four days. Liam shook his hand. I just knew he was going to be pissed. I just knew he was going to hate this and stop us in the middle of the shoot. But watching him talk with Phillip so calmly made me think he liked it.