I took a few deep breathes to regain myself and then sat back down at the table.
“Norah, are you okay?” Tim asked. I waved in his direction. I knew Nick was right. If I told Liam that Nick had come to see me today, he would make me quit. Actually, he would probably come to work with me so he could kick Nick’s ass first, then make me quit. If I told him how forward or suggestive he was with me, Liam would never let me have another job again. And if I told him Nick wanted to be my friend, I could end up back in my room alone. I decided, even though I didn’t want to keep things from him that I needed to keep this from him.
Liam
“How was work today?” I asked. Norah had been very quiet since she got home. For the first time since she took the job, I made it home before her.
“It was fine.” She had used the word ‘fine’ five times since she walked through the door. I was beginning to realize that ‘fine’ didn’t really mean ‘fine’. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t home when you got here. I was just trying to make sure everything was right before I left and I…” “…lost track of time...” we said at the same time. She looked up at me when I spoke with her. “Yes, you said that already, little one. I’m not angry.” I touched her hand to try to reassure her but she didn’t relax.
I knew something had happened, but I didn’t want to press it. I figured she would tell me when she was ready. I assumed she had gotten her promotion and was now an Assistant Event Planner, and was probably scared to tell me for fear I would not be happy about it.
We ate in the quiet and she went to bed shortly after dinner. She claimed to have a headache and again I let it go.
The next day she had to attend the wedding to make sure it ran smoothly so I dropped her off.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in? There will be dancing, drinks and bridesmaids.” She was taunting me. I just smiled. “Oh come on, we always have fun at weddings!” Now she was pouting. “Don’t you want to see what I have been up to?” she asked.
“I have a few things to take care of at the office, but I will stop by in an hour or so,” I leaned in and gave her a big kiss. She seemed to be in a better mood this morning. She nodded and only looked slightly disappointed when I drove away.
About 2 hours later, I walked in the library and could hear the reception noise from aisles of books I stood in between. I ran my hand over the book shelves and dark wooden tables as I walked to the staircase. I could hear the band playing music, the glasses clinking together, and people laughing. Part of me wanted to go up there and ask Norah to dance, have some champagne and enjoy myself. The other part of me, the selfish part, the part I was used to listening to before Norah became part of my life, told me I didn’t want to see her laughing and chatting with other people. That part of me told me I didn’t want to see her in her new element…an element of her life that didn’t include me. As I stood at the bottom of the stairs struggling with myself, I looked up to see Norah, along with 3 other people coming down the stairs quickly.
She instructed 2 of them to make sure the limos were outside and ready to go, the other she told to make sure the path from here to the door was completely clear, then she turned to me.
“Hey. How long have you been down here all by yourself?” she asked. She was standing on the last step, looking down at me. Her hair was resting on her shoulders and she was wearing a head set. Her dress black and simple, but still very sexy. Everything Norah wore made her sexy, or she made it sexy. “Norah, you’re beautiful.” She smiled. “You always say that.” And she always said that when I spoke of her beauty. I moved some hair off her shoulder and ran my hand down her arm. “You might want to move, the bride and groom are about to make their big exit.” She leaned down for what I thought was a kiss, but before our lips touched someone spoke to her on the head set. She straightened up and told the person everything was ready to go. There was an announcement made to the party, people started lining the stairs waiting for the bride and groom. I stepped back and let things transpire. I just watched her in action. The bride and groom descended the stairs to cheers from the crowd, a lot of the people went outside, event staff immediately started to clean up the confetti thrown at the couple, and Norah went back upstairs. I followed her up the stairs and just sat back and continued to watch her. This was a side of her I had never seen before.
It was more than an hour later before she approached me again. “I’m sorry this took so long. You didn’t have to wait. I’m ready to go now.” I nodded my head, took her hand and we walked to the car. I had this tiny black hole in my heart. I kept looking over at her in the car. She looked relaxed, but tired. The black hole was nagging me to regain my control. My love for Norah told me to give her nothing but support and freedom to grow.
As we walked in the bedroom, I went straight to her closet. I looked through her lingerie and picked out something simple, easy to remove, and virginal…just the way I liked Norah to look. I walked back to find her laying across the bed with her eyes closed. I dropped the white lace up corset and white lace thong on the bed beside her. “Put this on, cover yourself with your robe, and meet me in the basement in 10 minutes.” I didn’t wait for an answer from her. I loosened my tie, took off my jacket and walked out the door.
Norah
I didn’t have much time, but I jumped in the shower anyway. I wanted to rinse all the stress from the day off of me. I rinsed everything quickly, jumped out dried off, and put on what he requested. I ran a brush through my hair and grabbed my robe as I walked out of the bedroom.
“Right on time,” he said as I walked in the basement. His skin looked damp and he was wearing his white silk pajama pants and I could tell he wasn’t wearing any under garments. He took my hand and led me to the wooden frame. It use to have chains hanging from the top and at the bottom, but Liam had replaced them with something that looked like velvet. I was sure he had done that for my comfort. I had voiced my concerns and dislike for the chains. From my past, I wasn’t completely comfortable with being restrained anyway. He had slowly convinced me to trust him, but replaced his usual restraints with things that wouldn’t hurt me.
He could see my hesitation and nudged me forward. “Trust me, little one.” I turned around to face him while he cuffed my hands over my head. I wiped my nose against my forearm as he knelt in front of me. He spread my legs open and cuffed each ankle. As he stood back to his full height he ran his hands over my legs, my hips, and up to my breasts.
“You look irresistible like this, little one.” He gave me a light kiss on the lips and then walked to the cabinet in the corner.
I couldn’t see him but I could hear him humming. He sounded positively giddy. Soft jazz music started playing. He moved back in front of me and I could tell he had something in his hands. “Do you trust me, Norah?” He asked. I nodded. “I’m going to blindfold you.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded again and he placed the blindfold over my eyes. Everything went black. I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. We had been down here before, but I wasn’t usually as nervous. I wasn’t sure this time was so different, but I knew his mood was different.
I felt his hands over my body. He touched my breasts and then ran down his hands between my legs. He touched me through my underwear. “Relax, little one. You’re in good hands,” I could feel his breath on my face. I smiled because at that moment, his hand was doing very good things to me. Something light and soft touched my neck and ran down my right arm, then I felt the same on my left. The same softness ran over the exposed part of my stomach and down each thigh.
I lowered my head trying to see what it was through the small space in my blindfold. All I could see was something long and black, but what was on the end, the part touching my skin I couldn’t see. But it felt incredible. It gave me goose bumps all over my body. I felt him move behind me and run the softness over my back and behind. As he ran it down the back of my thighs his hand smoothed the exposed part of my butt. Then without any notice or warning, I felt a sting on my
butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and started to ask what he had done, when I felt it again on the other cheek. I jerked my head to the right and the same sting hit my left thigh, then my right. I exhaled and lowered my head. I knew my chest was heaving up and down, because I was panting. At this point I had determined he was slapping me with one of his floggers or whips, I wasn’t sure which. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this punishment, but I knew my safe words, and Liam would honor them if I used them. I felt four more stings on my butt cheeks, two on each cheek, very fast, and then his hand was on my throat.
He was behind me, pressing himself against me. His hand on my throat made me raise my head, and I could feel his breath on my neck. “Keep your head up, little one. I want to see that pretty face.” With his other hand I felt something rub against my chest and stomach. “This just happens to be my favorite whip. It always leaves the perfect pink marks.” The hand around my neck moved to the back of my corset and within seconds the corset was gone. I was fully exposed with only a small thong covering very little of me. Again he moved fast and was in front of me. One hand ran down the front of my body and in my underwear. His fingers thrust inside me and I let out a small moan. “Very wet, I like that, baby.” Then I felt the stinging against my chest. It hurt just slightly more than the stinging on my butt, but I wasn’t sure if that was because of the new torture toy or the area he was choosing to assault. I heard him grunt as he hit me again and again. “Oh I love the way your little titties look as they turn pink.” His mouth was on my neck and slowly moved down to my nipples. His hands caressed me and the stinging turned into a burning sensation. One hand covered my sex, he fisted my panties and ripped them right off of me. “Please,” I whispered. His fingers rubbed my clit and thrust inside me again. “Please what?” I could tell his mouth was near mine. “Please don’t hit me down there,” I was begging. “Down here?” he asked and he thrust his fingers in me again. “Yes sir,” I breathed out. No matter how aggressive this assault was, he still knew how to touch me in the right places. “Then ask me nicely, please little one.” I could feel the whip rubbing against my butt, as he continued to rub my clit. “Please, sir. Please don’t hit me down there.” He laughed a little. “Down where?” he kissed my neck and began to suck. I knew what he wanted. He loved to hear me talk dirty, although I didn’t feel comfortable doing it. But I knew he wouldn’t ask many more times if I didn’t answer him the way he wanted. Liam was impatient. If he didn’t like my answer, he would just hit where I didn’t want to be hit. “Please sir, don’t hit my pussy, please.” I swallowed after I said it, because I didn’t like referring to my lady parts with that word.
I like to hear him say it, but not me. He chuckled a little. “Oh, that’s such a good girl.” He caressed me again as he moved behind me. He ran his hands over my ass and then he was inside me. His hands grasped my hips and he thrusted inside me like he was in a race to come. “Tell me you belong to me, Norah,” he said. “I belong to you,” I panted. I could hear him grunting. “Tell me I am your man, baby!” his body against my back and his hands grabbed my breasts. “You’re my man, Liam. My only man,” I kept panting. He grabbed my neck again with one hand. “I control this. This pussy belongs to me. I control it, you got that!” His grip tightened around my neck. I could still breathe, but I wondered if this was going down the same road as the anal sex episode. “Yes, you control me, baby. You know you do.” I could feel my orgasm building in my stomach. “I’m close, I’m so close.” I leaned my head forward. “No, you come when I tell you to and not until then.” He grabbed my hips and thrust harder, until I heard him come. His head was next to mine rubbing against my hair.
“That was so good, baby. That was so good.” He released my hands, and I instantly took off the blind fold. When my eyes adjusted I saw him in the bathroom leaning against the counter. He splashed water on his face, and grabbed a towel from the rack. He wiped his face, then started rubbing his crotch. I leaned down and released my ankles. “Can you tell me what that was about?” I asked. He was obviously having some control issues. I didn’t know why. He needed to restrain me to have complete control. He needed to blindfold me so he wouldn’t have to look in my eyes as he hit me. He needed to hit me to punish me for something although I don’t know what. And for some reason denying me orgasm was something he needed as well. He needed control. He slipped his pants back on and handed me my robe. “I just wanted to do something more exciting tonight. I hope you don’t mind.” I shrugged on my robe. “Are you sure that’s it? It isn’t about something else? Because that was kinda harsh, and I didn’t get a warning, either.” He didn’t say anything, but took my hand and we went upstairs. When we got to the bedroom I went to the bathroom and looked at my body in the mirror. My breasts were marked with several pink whelps. I could see his red hand prints on my hips from where he grabbed me and thrusted. I turned my back to the mirror and my butt looked the same. I had small round whelps all over my cheeks, the same shape as the head of a flogger. I moved my hair and surveyed my neck. I saw his hand mark and a hickey from the sucking. I grabbed the jar of skin cream and walked back to the bedroom to ask him to rub some on all the marks. He was asleep.
Chapter Nine
Liam
“It’s her first event, Will. The first one she is in charge of all by herself, I can’t miss it…..I understand this is an important meeting, but Norah’s career is important too. If she nails this event she will be an event planner full time….It’s an anniversary party, but that isn’t the point….I know Mr. McMillian wants to meet me, but I have to support Norah. She says she wants to show me off or something…..well you are just going to have to handle this without me.” As I turned to face my desk, I saw Norah walk in the study. I wondered how long she had been standing there. If she had heard my conversation. She soon answered my question. I sat down and hung up the phone.
“You can’t come to my party?” she asked. I leaned on my elbows.
“Of course I can. Will is just worried about some resort weekend he planned to woo these new clients. I told him he could handle it without me. I am staying here to support you.” She crossed her legs and took her hair out of her pony tail. She leaned over and shook out her hair, then flipped it back up over her head. “Well don’t make it sound like I’m twisting your arm. If you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to.” I stood up and walked around the desk to her. “Norah, I want to be with you. I want to support you. You aren’t twisting my arm.” I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to my face. “I don’t think you have ever twisted my arm, do you?” She shook her head. I gave her a chaste kiss then released her arms and walked across the room. “I need to go into work for a bit today. But I should be home by lunch. Is that okay?” I turned to face her. “It’s a Sunday, Norah. What could you need to do today?” Before she could answer I kept going. “I think this would qualify as taking time away from me, wouldn’t you?” This time I waited for her to say something. “I’ll only be a few hours. We can got out for lunch, see a movie and walk around the streets window shopping the rest of the day.” She was smiling, so I smiled too.
Norah
I answered a few emails about the chairs we were renting from a new company and the wait staff’s attire for the event. I printed out a list of 25 names Mrs. Saunders wanted added to the party. I forward the list to Tim and requested that he send out invitations over night to the new 25 and then took out the seating chart and tried to see where I could fit these new people.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses?” I looked up to see Nick standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up and took off my glasses. He smirked, walked in and sat in the chair across from my desk.
“I didn’t invite you in and I certainly didn’t say you could sit down.” He crossed his legs and pressed his pointer fingers to his lips. “Norah, I just came here to talk.” I rolled my eyes and put my glasses back on. I grabbed my eraser and leaned over my desk to get back to work. “I’m surp
rised to see you here on a Sunday,” he said.
“Apparently most things I do surprise you.” I was impassive and didn’t even look up. “The glasses suit you. You look intelligent and focused.” He paused. “I like the yoga pants and fitted shirt as well. You’re very trim and well proportioned, aren’t you Norah?” I snickered at the ‘well proportioned’ comment. “That’s one I haven’t heard before, but thank you. I guess.” I leaned back over and erased a few names and added some others.
“So what did Liam say to you?” This made me look up. “To make you trust him, restructure your life for him….love him?” Again I took my glasses off, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I mean, you’ve moved to another country to be with a man that bought you. Most women would never forgive a man that bought her.” I still didn’t say anything. “I heard you left him. Why did you come back?” He didn’t seem to really want an answer from me. “What did he say to lure you back to him?” He took a small rectangle package out of his suit jacket. It was wrapped in black paper with a red burlap bow around it. He laid it down on my seating chart. “I bought you a little present. Good luck with your new job and your new life, Norah. I’ll see you soon.” He winked and walked out of my office. I opened the package to find a small copy of ‘The Princess Bride’ by William Goldman. It was black leather bound with silver writing. When I opened the first page I saw his personal note.
Dearest Norah,
Your wish is my command.
Nick Meyers
I had no idea what it meant but I knew it wasn’t good. I dropped the book in my top drawer and closed it. I knew if I took it home there was a great chance that Liam would find it.
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