“Of course. I almost gave in once, but,” she paused and
smiled and let out a real laugh. He saw a tear run down her face and
she wiped it away. “Ahh, the guy got a little too excited,” she
laughed again. “And his desires were fulfilled before mine.” He
smiled and laughed a little with her. He liked to hear her voice and
her laugh.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked thinking that
would keep her talking, and maybe even to look at him. “Besides my
name, of course,” he smiled.
“What do you do for a living?” she asked. He took a breath
and crossed his ankle over his knee.
“I’m a very powerful, successful and wealthy business man.
That is all you need to know, little one.”
“Do you buy and sell women?” she was brave. He laughed
out loud, and stood up. Play time was over. His mood instantly went from playful, wanting to hear her
laugh, to angry and wanting to smash her face against the table. She
had made several brave comments tonight, and he let them all slide.
He didn’t intend to let it continue. She needed to be reminded who
was in charge again, and why she was in this room. He walked
around the table behind her and yanked her head back by her hair.
He leaned in close to her ear.
“That was very brave, little one. Especially considering what I
told you I would do the next time you hurt my feelings.” He pulled
her out of her chair and forced her to lay across the table. He
pressed her head down and held her hands behind her back with the
other. “You’re very lucky my feelings don’t get hurt easily. Let this be
your last warning, Norah!” His hand moved from her head and
smacked her ass. “Count out loud!” he yelled. Norah did as he asked.
He smacked her five more times and after each strike Norah yelled
out the number. After the last one, he leaned over her, pressing
himself in her back. He ran his hands over her ass and pressed his
mouth to her ear. “You have a very smart mouth and made some very rude
comments about me tonight.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her
head back. “Don’t do it again.” He snapped her neck back in place,
and walked out and didn’t come back for the next two nights. She
paced the floor and talked to herself. She even did cartwheels and
jumping jacks, anything to pass the time. When he finally returned
Norah was actually happy to see him. She hated being alone all the
time. She was used to having her sisters, or roommates, other
friends around her all the time. She didn’t think he liked her very
much, which only confused her about why he bought her, but being
with him was better than being alone. She knew she had pissed him
off with the buying and selling women comment, and she hoped she
could control her mouth around him from now on. She ate her
dinner in silence because he wouldn’t talk to her. She could feel his
eyes on her. The truth was he missed her company too. He wanted
to come talk to her for the last two nights, but she needed to be
taught a lesson. She needed to fear the unexpected. He liked that
she didn’t know what was going to happen to her next. He rolled the
cart away when she was done, and told her to stand up. “I’m going to shower with you tonight,” he grabbed her arm
and took her in the bathroom. He could tell she was nervous, but he
didn’t care. It was a spur of the moment decision. He adjusted the
water to his liking, and started to undress. She stood there with her
eyes on the floor. He instructed her to take her clothes off, and they
both stepped in the shower. As she stepped in she noticed the
plastic bag sitting on the toilet. He stood under the water, then
moved her so she was under the water. She tried very hard not to
look at his body, but kept finding her eyes roaming his chest and
pelvic region. He saw her looking and turned her away from him. He
ran his hands over her body, and stepped close to her back. She
could feel his erection in her back. “You know, little one, not
including your little outburst of rude comments the other night, you
have been very good since you have been down here. Maybe you
deserve a reward.” She took in a deep breath. He turned her to face
him and he handed her a lofa and a bottle of body wash. As she
lathered up the lofa she saw him place a big bottle of shampoo and a
big bottle of conditioner on the shelf in the shower. She watched as
he lathered his lofa and washed his body as well. When he was ready to rinse, he pressed his body against
hers and moved them both to the water. He swayed them back and
forth rinsing everything. He poured the shampoo in his hands and
started to wash her hair himself. She closed her eyes and relaxed
with his touch. He massaged her scalp, and then moved to her
shoulders.
“Does that feel good, little one?” he asked in a sexy, smooth
voice. She hummed her agreement. “I can make you feel good, too. I
don’t just want to hurt you.” She tensed a little. He turned her body
to him, and she tilted her head under the spray of the water. He ran
his hands through her hair to rinse the shampoo out. He did the
same with the conditioner. Then she surprised him with a question.
“Why do you call me, little one?” she asked. It was
unexpected. He didn’t know how to answer her at first. She rarely
spoke without being spoken to first unless she was making a jab at
him. “You don’t like my nick name for you,” he turned away from
her and rinsed her hair out. “Would you rather I call you, ‘pet’, or
‘slave’?” he moved under the water and rinsed his own hair.
“I would rather you call me by my name,” she paused, but he
waited to respond, because he could tell she had something else to
say. “I like to hear you say, Norah.” He looked in her eyes. She didn’t
shy away, she locked her eyes on him too. “You have a nice accent,”
she added. Usually a comment like that would have angered him, but
she combined it with a compliment for him, so he wasn’t angry. He
was pleased there something about him she liked.
“Kiss me, Norah,” he commanded. It was another spur of the
moment decision, but something he had wanted since the first night
they were together. She licked her lips and stepped closer to him.
She gave him a small peck on his lips. He chuckled as she stepped
back. “I said kiss me, Norah. Really kiss me,” he had a hungry look in
his eyes. She knew she better not disappoint him. She stepped closer
and put her hands on his shoulders. She pulled him closer and he
leaned down to her. Her mouth covered his. She moved her hands to the sides of his face and tilted it to
suit her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, but let her keep the
control. Her lips were slow at first, and then she picked up speed.
She became more urgent, and pressed her tongue to his lips. He
granted her admission, but had the need to take over. He moved to
press her against the wall of the shower, and grinded himself against
her. This kiss was passionate, sexy, and makin
g him harder by the
second. She might have been a virgin, but this girl could kiss. He
thought she could bring a man to his knees with her kiss. And then
she did, bring him to his knees. He couldn’t control himself. He
wanted more. He wanted to take her right there in the shower, but
knew that wasn’t an option, not yet anyway. But maybe if he focused
on her pleasure, she would see things with him weren’t all bad. He
moved his mouth to her neck, shoulder and collar bone. His hands
moved up her waist to her breasts. He felt her body tense up, and
her breathing became heavier. Her hands squeezed his upper arms,
and he wasn’t sure if it was a sign to continue or to stop. He took a
chance and moved lower. He stopped just at the bikini line and pressed his head against
her stomach like he was waiting for her to give him permission. He
gripped her hips and started to lightly kiss the top of her thighs. Then
he felt her hands in his hair and pressing him lower. He ran his hand
over her sex, and heard her gasp. He wasn’t sure if it was a turned on
gasp or a scared to death gasp. He moved his mouth over her, licking
her folds and gently massaging her clit with his tongue. Her body was
so stiff, and he could hear her humming, as if she was trying not to
move, trying not to enjoy it. He could taste her arousal so he knew it
wasn’t all bad for her. He parted her legs and moved her thigh to his
shoulder. She tilted her hips closer to his mouth, and put her hands
against the wall behind her. Her breathing became little short
breaths, and she let out a soft sigh and her entire body relaxed. He
ran his thumb over her clit and continued to work his mouth against
her. He heard her cry out “I can’t, I can’t,” and knew she was close to
finding her release. He moved both his hands to her behind and
pressed her to his face. He moved his tongue faster and heard her
moan through her tightly shut lips when she came. He moved his mouth back up her body. He nestled against
her neck but she turned her face away from him. Her body had
tensed back up. He smiled knowing she had enjoyed that as much as
he did. “See it doesn’t have to be all bad, right?” he whispered as he
moved her hair from her shoulder. She didn’t answer. He looked at
her face, and saw tears. “Was that your first orgasm, Norah?” She
still didn’t answer him. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at
him and then he gave a forceful but passionate kiss, evading her
mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away she snatched her face
from his hand, and looked away again. He saw more tears. “I just
wanted you to taste how much you enjoyed that.” She clenched her
eyes shut. “It’s ok that you liked it, Norah.” He smiled knowing she
was hating herself for liking what he did to her. He felt powerful and
devious. He leaned in close again. “I’ll tell you my name if you suck
my dick right now,” he gasped. She pressed her lips together. He
moved some hair behind her ears. “You don’t have to hate me all the
time.” He laughed. “I know you want to, but you don’t have to.” He
ran his hand down her body and cupped her sex. She was so wet
from his mouth being on her. “I know you didn’t hate me just now. You can’t hide that from
me.” He kissed her forehead and then turned off the water to the
shower. He stepped out wrapping a towel around his waist, leaving
her standing alone. He picked up another towel and held it out to
her. She took it without looking at him. He walked out of the
bathroom and took the plastic bag that had been sitting on the toilet
with him. “When you’re done with your self-loathing, I have
something else for you.” She towel dried her hair as much as she
could, and then wrapped it around her body. She took a deep breath
and then walked to meet him. He was standing at the end of the
mattress and turned when she stepped closer to him. She
immediately lowered her eyes and grasped her hands in front of her.
He held out a light blue pair of cotton pants, white cotton underwear
and white V-neck cotton shirt. “I have socks for you too, if your feet
are cold.” She took them and just stood there. “Go ahead, get
dressed if you want.” He stood in front of her making it clear he was
going to watch her. She ran the towel over her body one more time,
then tried to pull on the underwear without dropping the towel. This
made him laugh. He just pulled the towel away from her. “My mouth was just on you, and you’re still trying to hide
yourself from me.” Her eyes went to his for about three seconds
then lowered again. She pulled on the underwear, and pants, then
pulled the shirt over her head. Then she grabbed the towel from the
floor and flipped her head over wrapping her hair. When she was
done she stood quietly. “Do you feel better now?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” But he saw the tears return. He took out the last
thing from the bag; white sheets, one fitted, one flat. There wasn’t
an explanation needed so he just threw them on the bed. He
stepped closer and pulled her to him. He pressed her head to his
chest and wrapped his arms around her back. This made her cry
harder. “Shhh. Its ok, baby. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.”
He was a little surprised when she actually wrapped her arms around
his waist and pulled him closer. This must have been what Will was
talking about. Even though he was the reason for her pain and
torment, she had no one else, so he was her comfort as well. He
kissed her cheek. “You need to go to sleep, I have another reward for
you in the morning.” She immediately tensed up. He pulled her away and made her look at him. “Remember, it
doesn’t always have to be bad, Norah.” He turned and left her alone,
again.
Chapter five
Norah
As soon as he left I balled up in a knot on the bed and cried
myself to sleep. I didn’t even take advantage on my new sheets. I
wanted to hate him. I hated my body for betraying me. I hated
myself for being so confused. How could I seek comfort from a man
who was the reason for my pain? I knew this was what he wanted.
This is how he manipulated people. He had forced me to rely on him
for everything. I was alone all the time, so I looked forward to being
with him, no matter what he did to me. When we were together I
felt like I could protect myself better. When I was alone I worried
about what could happen. It was all true. He was good at his job. I
knew it was ridiculous. One minute he was angry, yelling at me,
yanking me by my hair, or humiliating me by making me jerk him off,
the next he was trying to get to know me, and comforting me in my
pain. Pain he caused. I feared the unknown, and I knew he liked it
that way. The next morning I heard the door open and could hear him
moving around. I rolled over to face him but he was in the bathroom
packing up my toiletries. He walked in and saw my eyes were open. I
quickly stood up and lowered my eyes to the floor.
“Good Morning, Norah,” he walked closer to me, a
nd
touched my face. “Go brush your teeth and handle your bathroom
needs, we need to get going,” he gestured to the bathroom. I
scooted by him and did as he asked. He didn’t object when I shut the
door behind me. When I was done, I came back out still keeping my
eyes lowered and grasping my hands in front of me. “Come on, it’s
moving day!” He took my hand and walked towards the door. He
opened it and walked out in the hallway. I stopped and didn’t move
until he pulled me behind him.
The hallway was dark, the opposite wall was exposed brick,
and the wall with the room where I had been was painted gray. I
looked to the left and there was nothing but two hot water heaters.
He turned us the right and we walked down the hall, him pulling me
behind him. At the end of the hallway there was a staircase to the left. He
quickly started up the stairs. We went up two flights and came to
another door. He pressed some buttons next to the door knob and it
opened. We walked out into some sort of mud room. There was a
bench across the way with a few sets of shoes lined in front of it, and
a shelf with hooks hanging on the wall behind it. On the hooks were
two sweaters, and an umbrella. The floor was tile and to the right
was a small door leading to what looked like a bathroom. On the wall
with the bench there was another door, and he pulled me through it
and then we were in another hallway. There was an arched doorway
right across the way, which led to a huge kitchen. This kitchen was
something I imagined in a restaurant. The walls were lined with
stainless steel appliances and down the middle was large wooden
island. Hanging overhead were rows of pots and pans. He pulled me
to the island and picked at some fruit in the middle. A Hispanic
woman smacked his hand and said something to him in Spanish. He
held up his hands and backed away. I saw two other women in the
corner cooking something, but watching me very closely. “Good Morning,” I said, bravely. He yanked my arm and we
were moving again.
“They can’t speak English,” he snapped. We moved through
another arched doorway and we were in a very large dining room.
The furniture was cherry wood and looked old. I counted ten chairs
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