you want? You want me to fuck you back here?” I could feel my
heart rate picking up and my breathing increased. He ran his mouth
down my back, and slowly pulled down my underwear. He pushed
the t-shirt up so his face was level with my behind. I felt his mouth
lightly bite both cheeks. He stood up and pulled the shirt over my
head and quickly turned me around to face him. He took off his own
shirt and forced my hands on his chest. He started at my neck and
moved his mouth down, taking in one nipple, then the other, licking
my belly button and kissing my hips. He parted my legs and I took a
deep breathe. He lightly kissed my inner thighs. I cursed myself for
letting him make this nice for me. I didn’t want his mouth on me, and
he was making my body think I did. He raised up again, and took my
hands, both of them, and rubbed his crotch with them. “Feel it, little
one. Feel what you do to me,” he looked me my eyes. I tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldn’t let it go. He
slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his impressive length out. He
stroked himself a few times, then took my hand and wrapped it
around it. “Is this what you want? Huh? You want this, little one?”
He forced my hand up and down.
“Please don’t do this, sir. Please I’ll be good.” I kept moving
my hand. He grabbed my face by the chin, and looked in my eyes.
“Oh, I know you’ll be good, baby,” then he kissed me. It was hard,
rough, and fast. “Stroke it,” he breathed in my neck. I moved my
hand a little more. “Stroke it or I’ll shove it in your fucking mouth!”
he yelled. I moved faster. He put both hands on the wall beside my
head, and leaned in to me. His face was near my neck and I could
hear his breathing, his grunting and his little comments. He moved
his hips to match my rhythm.
“That’s it. Umm. Don’t stop, Norah. It feels so good, baby.”
He kissed my neck and moved his hands to my breasts. “I wanna fuck
you so hard,” he grabbed my breasts and started kneading them. “Faster, faster,” his breathing got even faster and I moved my
hand harder. Then he held his breath, grunted and stopped moving. I
could feel his warmth on my hand but continued to stroke, just
softer. He pulled himself away, and wiped his dick off with a towel
laying on the floor. He threw it to me and I wiped my hand off, as he
tucked himself back in his pants. Without a word, he grabbed my
arm, and in one motion, he sat on the bed, and threw me over his
lap. He held me down with one arm, and with the other he held my
legs. I felt so exposed with my butt in the air.
“I am going to spank you for lack of respect and for putting
yourself in danger. You will respect me Norah. If it is the only thing I
teach you, you will respect me. And I certainly will not tolerate you
trying to hurt yourself.” His voice was calm. Whatever anger he had
had in him was gone. Then he spanked me and I felt it again. He hit
me ten times, as I counted in my head. By the third hit, I could feel
the tears running down my face. When he was done he rolled me off
his lap to the floor and stepped over me like I was nothing. I covered my face with my hands to hide my tears. Then the
punishment just kept on coming. “This will be your new room, until
you prove to me that you are a good girl again. You will have no
books, no clothes, no music, no view, and no light. Your new life will
be in the darkness. And your food will come through this slot every
day. When you’re done with your food, put the tray in the corner. Do
you understand?”
“Yes sir,” my voice is shaking. “Good.” And just before he
walked out of the room he turned back, knelt down to me and
grabbed my chin as he said, “Oh, and next time you hurt my feelings,
little one, it will be this sweet little mouth that pays the price.” I
yanked my face away and he left me alone again. But this time I was
glad he was gone. He had taken my t-shirt so all I had to wear was
the underwear he left around one ankle. I pulled them up and
crawled on the mattress. I was scared but also relieved. It could have
been so much worse. He just wanted to humiliate me to show me he
was in charge. A message I got loud and clear. I had one blanket, so I pulled it to my face and cried myself
to sleep. I kept waking during the night thinking I heard something in
the room with me.
*****
Well he had done it. He had forced something sexual on her.
He just meant to grope her a little, scare her into thinking he might
rape her, and then spank her. But when she touched his cock he
couldn’t stop himself from making her finish. It did take restraint not
to force her to her knees. It did take restraint to not plunge himself
deep inside her. He was angry with himself for doing it, but also
relieved that it was done. She needed to know this was her life, and
it could be ugly or it could be somewhat livable. The choice was hers.
She had been very quiet for three days. Every day her food went in
the slot, and while she slept Liam would go in and gather the three
trays, then he would stand over her and watch her sleep. He
watched her on the camera, and she paced, she talked to herself,
and she took showers. He knew she hated the bathroom. The basement bathroom was in the middle of a remodel, so it
was incomplete, but she didn’t know that. The toilet was old, and
didn’t have a seat. The shower curtain barely stayed closed. The
insane amount of pressure from the showerhead made it move
around so much, she would spend more time fighting off the curtain
than actually showering. He had left her a small bottle of shampoo, a
little bar of soap, a toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste. No
conditioner, no body wash, no lofa, and definitely no razor. She had
one towel, which she would wrap around her and leave on most of
the day. At night she rinsed out her underwear and left them on the
shower curtain rod to dry. He thought that was pretty smart. He left
her one little comb. Her hair was thick and naturally curly, so it
probably did more damage than good. On day two she let her hair air
dry, and didn’t even try to comb it.
He decided to reward her with his company on day four. But
he wasn’t going to tell her it was a reward though. Rewards only
seemed to go to her head, or her wrist. It had been a long day at
work and he was truly exhausted, but he wanted to see her. He actually wanted to talk to her. He couldn’t stop thinking
about her. He kept thinking of her perfect yoga butt, with the dark
brown birth mark on her left butt cheek. It kinda looked like a little
kidney. Her breasts were little but they fit right in his hands, and
better yet in his mouth. He had to adjust himself when he thought
about her sex. It was obvious at one point she had shaved it
completely. Maybe they shaved it for her while she was in training.
There was little spikey black hair that covered it now, and he wanted
badly to put his mouth on her. Her hand felt like velvet around his
dick and he could still hear her breathing. Sh
e was excited, turned on
even. Her body had become part of his dreams. This is not the
relationship he had envisioned when he decided to purchase a slave,
but she was proving to be entertaining.
He walked in her room at dinner time. She was sitting in the
corner rocking back and forth. She immediately got up and came to
him. She didn’t try to cover her body even though she was only
wearing the underwear he had left her. She knelt down and lowered
her head, placing her hands on her thighs. He watched her and she didn’t move a muscle. He knew this
was something she had learned in training, because he certainly
hadn’t taught her this. This was the submissive position. This meant
she was ready for instruction, and wouldn’t move until he told her
she could. He loved seeing his subs like this. It gave him so much
power. But the sight of her kneeling for him did nothing but make
him feel like an even bigger ass than he already felt he was. He rolled
the cart in, and placed the food on the table.
“Don’t do that, get up,” he said. She didn’t move. “I said,
don’t do that, Norah. Get up!” She moved very gracefully to her feet.
But she still just stood there. She didn’t move. Her head was still
lowered and her hands were pressed against her thighs. “Sit and
eat,” he pointed to the chair, and took off the cover from her food. “I
hope you like salad. My cook seems to be on strike these days, she
keeps making cold meals.” He smiled hoping she would smile too,
but she didn’t. He watched her eat. She ate the salad, and fruit and
drank some water. She took bites of the cheese and dipped her
crackers in the dressing. But she never raised her eyes to meet his. She ate as if she was alone. It slightly annoyed him that she
was completely ignoring him. But he knew this is what he deserved.
This is what he asked for. He put this new attitude in her with his
punishments. He thought he would try to get her talking again.
“You said before that your Mom’s boyfriend wanted to get
you out of the way? What did that mean?” He leaned back in his
chair a little. She swallowed her food, but never raised her head to
look at him. “He tried to rape me, and then he was afraid I would tell
my Mother. So he paid for me and my friend to go to Europe for the
summer so I wouldn’t be in his way.” She said it so fast and without
any feeling at all. He knew this was something she had learned in
training as well. To turn off her emotions. She had to learn not to
show pain, sorrow, happiness, or even pleasure. She had to learn to
bottle it up. She hadn’t done this with him until now. He liked seeing
her emotions, even if she was crying.
“He tried to rape you?” He was angry. He wanted to say how
irate he felt, but understood how ridiculous it would sound coming
from the man who had just forced her to jerk him off. “Yes sir.” He could tell she wanted to say something else.
“Please continue,” He leaned forward. She shook her head.
“Please say what you were going to say, little one.” He was more
forceful with the last comment. He knew whatever she was going to
say was a jab at him. But he wanted to hear it, and he wouldn’t
punish her for whatever she said. She swallowed hard and looked
straight forward. “I was going to say, that I must attract the wrong
kind of men, men that just want to hurt me.” He nodded in
agreement, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but her comment
still got under his skin. He wanted to tell her he didn’t want to hurt
her, but watching her eat, not making eye contact with him, and
acting as if he wasn’t even there created feelings in him that he
couldn’t explain. Maybe he did want to hurt her, and not just
physically.
“Do you worry that he has moved on to your sisters now?”
He asked. She clenched her eyes shut, and then answered.
“Yes.” Her voice was like a robot. Liam decided to drop that
conversation. He didn’t want to make her cry. She was trying so hard not to feel. He moved around the
table and knelt beside her. He turned her chair so she was facing
him, but she kept her eyes lowered. His palms touched her thighs
and he ran his hands up and down, feeling her skin. She inhaled and
held her breath as he moved his hands up her body to her waist, up
further to her chest, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs
over her nipples, then finally to her neck and shoulders. He
massaged her shoulders and rolled her neck to each side. He parted
her legs and moved between them so he could be closer to her. He
grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Breathe, little one.”
She exhaled and relaxed a little bit. He moved his thumbs to her
temples and rubbed in little circles. “Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered and closed her eyes relaxing in his
hands. He moved his hands back down to her neck. “It’s been almost
a week since you’ve shaved. I know how my face itches like crazy if I
go two days and don’t shave. But I can’t trust you with a razor, and
baths haven’t gone so well for us, so you have two options. 1) I get in the shower and I shave for you, or 2) I stand in the
bathroom with the shower curtain open and watch you shave. Which
do you prefer?” She hung her head. “Answer me, it isn’t rocket
science.”
“You can watch,” she whispered. He was a little disappointed.
He had hoped with his sensual touching that maybe she would let
him continue in the shower. He thought he had heard her have some
kind of pleasure the other night when he touched her and he knew
his hands had made her feel good tonight. But if she didn’t want him
to touch her, he must have imagined she enjoyed any moment of it.
Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he was only seeing what he
wanted to see. Maybe she just trying to make him think she liked his
touch, so he would be nice to her. This was the way it should be
between them.
“Fine.” He stood up, took her arm, pulled her backwards to
the bathroom, and started the shower. Instead of watching the curtain fly around from the pressure
of the water, he just ripped it down all together. Norah was stunned,
but tried not to show it. She pulled off her underwear and stood
waiting for him to instruct her. “See if the water is good for you?” he
asked and pulled her closer to the water. She nodded, and stepped
in the tub. Liam backed up and watched her. She lathered up her
hands and washed her body. He thought his zipper might pop
watching her move her hands over her body. She rinsed and then
poured a very small amount of shampoo in her hand. She turned her
back to him and lathered up her hair. When she rinsed out the
shampoo she turned to face him but lowered her head again. He
slowly handed her the razor. She took it and shaved her armpits and
legs. When she was done, she again turned her back to him and
moved her hands so he couldn’t see them. “What are you doing?
Turn around!” He stepped closer to the shower. She turned to face
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p; him and he saw she was trying to shave her bikini area. “Oh, sorry,
continue. But keep your hands so I can see them.” She stayed facing him and continued. Liam turned his back to
her. He could barely watch her wash herself without reaching out to
touch her, he knew watching her shave herself would send him over
the edge. When she was done she didn’t say anything, she just
turned off the water, wrapped herself in the towel, stepped out of
the shower and waited. Liam turned back to face her. Then without
saying anything to her, he walked out of the bathroom, opened the
door to the room, and closed it again. He returned to the bathroom
and handed her white cotton panties, and a white cotton shirt. She
thanked him quietly to which he told her she was welcome.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, little one,” he kissed her forehead and
walked out. As he reached the door he heard her small quiet voice.
“Good night, sir.” He smiled, thinking maybe he had made
some headway with her tonight.
The next night was much of the same. Liam tried to get her to
talk and her answers were robotic and unemotional.
“How is it that you’ve never been with a man?” he asked. “My Mom had me when she was 15 and every day she made
me feel like I was the reason she didn’t have a husband. I never
wanted to make my kids feel that way. So I decided to wait…until I
was in a committed relationship. Not that it did me a lot of good
now, I guess.” Liam crossed his arms against his chest, but didn’t
comment on her snide remark. “None of your boyfriends tried to
persuade you otherwise?”
“Sure. But I never gave in. I wanted to have something to give
the man I planned to marry. I wanted him to know that he was the
only man who had ever touched me like that, and always would be.”
“That’s kinda old thinking isn’t it? I don’t think most men
expect to marry virgins these days.”
“Well then my husband would have been surprised, and very
pleased.” He didn’t like the way she said, ‘would have been’. She was
implying that she wouldn’t be marrying now or be a virgin. She
wouldn’t be able to give herself to her husband, because Liam would
eventually spoil her. He wasn’t sure that wasn’t true. But he didn’t
like her insinuating it either. “Didn’t you ever have desires you wanted to fulfill?”
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