wherever he wants it. He doesn’t care if I am ready or not.” I nodded
and my face felt flushed. “He grabbed my arm last night during dinner, forced me to
my knees and rammed his cock in my mouth.” She adjusted her
shoulder straps. “And we had dinner guests! But he doesn’t care. He
likes for men to watch.” She looked at me. “Liam doesn’t do that to
you?” she asked. I didn’t know how to answer her. So I just shook my
head. “He doesn’t? Is he a good lover?” I knew I shouldn’t be
answering these kinds of questions. I didn’t even want to answer
her. I didn’t know what kind of lover Liam was, but I didn’t think it
was any of her business.
“He’s been very patient,” I said. I didn’t know what to say.
Liam was patient most of the time. Ever since the night I provoked
him, he had been very different. His declaration in my bed let me
know that he would wait for me. He was just as confused about what
I was to him, as I was. But it was clear we didn’t have the typical
slave/master relationship, not that I had clue of what that was.
“Patient?” she shrugged her shoulders. “I wish Will had
patience. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he starts loaning
me out to his friends,” she paused. Loaning her out to his friends? I wondered if this was something all Masters did with their
slaves. Was it only a matter of time before Liam did that to me?
What if Liam didn’t want me for himself but just to watch me with
other men? “Maybe he will loan me to Liam and I can feel
his….patience,” she winked at me. I didn’t like the sound of that.
Loan her to Liam? Liam with her? I didn’t like that at all.
“No, I don’t think Liam would do that, he and I are….” I didn’t
know how to finish that sentence. “We care…..he cares about
me…..we haven’t even……” I stopped myself. Jane looked at me in
shock and covered her mouth.
“He hasn’t had sex with you, has he? That’s what you meant
by patience?” she asked. I lowered my eyes. I knew this was too
much information. “I can’t believe that! Not even when they first
bought us? He hasn’t been with you at all?” I touched my necklace
and I could feel my face turning red. “You’re still a virgin?” She
looked over at the men standing near the bar and he raised his glass
to me. “You can’t tell Will, okay? Please, I’m begging you. I shouldn’t
have said anything. He isn’t going to like this,” I begged. I looked
back over at the bar to find Liam. He was laughing and talking with
several other people.
“He must really care about you, Norah.” I nodded and started
to walk over to Liam. He saw me coming, and raised his arm to put
around me.
“This must be Norah,” a man I didn’t recognize said. I put my
arm around Liam and leaned into him. So many of his business
associates had heard about me. I wondered if Mr. Stackhouse had
told everyone about Liam’s girlfriend, or maybe his secretary had
started a rumor. I knew Liam wasn’t out telling people about me.
“Yes, this is my sweet Norah. I’m sorry I left you alone for so
long darling,” he kissed my cheek and I gave him a slight smile. He
pulled me closer and put his mouth to my ear. “Are you alright? You
look upset.” I nodded. He looked back at the group. “We’re going to
go find our seats.” He took my hand and we walked over to the
tables. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” I squeezed his hand. “Seeing Jane…” I looked down. “It just brings back bad
memories.” He pulled me closer and held my head against his chest.
“Please don’t think of that tonight,” he breathed.
We ate dinner and talked to the people at our table. We had
two other couples with us. Mr. and Mrs. Jennings, they had been
married for 35 years and told us we reminded them of when they
first met. Mr. Stackhouse and his daughter Rebecca were also at our
table. Rebecca looked my age and we talked about college, careers
and clothes. She complimented my dress many times and I told her
how great she looked as well. I felt very comfortable and our
conversation just flowed. Whenever I would go on about something,
I would look over at Liam and he was staring at me. Sometimes he
would squeeze my hand slightly, and I thought it was a signal for me
to stop talking, so I would. After dinner was over, Liam and I sat at
the table alone for a moment.
“I’m sorry, I can go on and on sometimes. I shouldn’t have let
myself get caught up like that.” I looked down at my hands. “Oh, quite the contrary. I love hearing you talk. You don’t
sound that calm or carefree when you talk to me. It was a delight to
hear you go on like that.” He took a sip of wine. “I think I should have
your new friend around you more often, see how comfortable you
really can be.” He leaned closer to me. “I want you to feel like that
with me Norah.” I nodded and gave him a small smile. “I need to go
talk to someone, I will be right back.” I nodded, and picked up my
fork to eat my chocolate cake. “Don’t eat my cake, I want it,” he
smiled and kissed my forehead.
“Liam,” I hesitated after saying his name out loud again.
“Rebecca asked me for my email address. Is it ok if I give it to her?” I
asked. He knelt down so we were eye level.
“Yes it is, but thank you for asking.” He kissed my hand and
walked away. I sat there eating my cake, taking in this beautiful
room. I thought of how far I had come from being shackled in a
basement somewhere in Paris, to now wearing a ball gown, and
feeling like Cinderella. I took a deep breath and then I felt a cold
hand on my shoulder. I turned to look up and didn’t recognize his
face. He was tall, blonde, and very handsome. He unbuttoned his
suit jacket and sat down beside me. I swallowed hard and looked
around the room.
“Don’t worry, Norah. I know who you are, or should I say,
what you are,” he still hadn’t taken his hand way from my shoulder.
“Liam and I are……friends. My name is Nick Meyers. Liam and I have
always had the same taste in women, and it surprised me when he
told me you were a brunette with olive skin. We usually prefer pale
skin with blonde hair. But I have to say, he hasn’t let me down. You
truly are as beautiful as he said you were.” His hand moved to my
neck and back to my shoulder. I stood up and shrugged him off.
“Please don’t touch me like that,” I said. I kept looking
around the room to see if I could find Liam. I couldn’t believe Liam had told someone about me. This guy
not only seemed to know about me, but he knew Liam had bought
me. Nick stood up in front of me. “Liam likes to share, Norah. We’ve
done it many times. However, you he has kept all to himself.” He
touched my chin and forced me to look at him. “Rumor is, Liam has
really fallen for you. That you might be just the girl to make him
settle down.” He ran his thumb across my cheek. I shook my head
and slapped his hand away. “I wonder how tight that litt
le pussy of
yours must be if it makes him want to settle down?” I stepped back.
“Hopefully, I won’t have to wonder for long,” he stepped closer. I
stepped back again and felt an arm around my waist. Liam pulled me
behind him, and held my hand.
“Back off, Nick! She’s mine! I told you that!” I put my face in
the Liam’s back and wiped the tears from my face.
“Oh, come on now, brother, we’ve always shared things
before. Let me get a taste of this whore of yours?” Before I could
even look up, Liam stepped forward and punched Nick in the face,
and caught him with his other hand. “I told you, she’s different! She’s mine! You call her a whore
again, and a broken nose will be the least of your worries…brother.”
He dropped him to the floor and turned to me. “Are you alright?” I
nodded. He pulled me to him, and we walked to the bar.
“I’m sorry, I left you alone. I didn’t know he was here. He’s an
ass.” He held up his hand and ordered a glass of wine for me, and
shot of whiskey for him. “It was a fine evening, until that bastard
showed up,” he took the shot. “We went to college together and
were in the same fraternity. We’ve,” he paused, “shared things over
the years. But he has gotten just a bad as Will….fucking prick. His
father ran his construction company in the ground and I saved his ass
five years ago. He was supposed to join Will and I for the,” he
swallowed and adjusted his collar, “auction, but couldn’t get away.”
He took another shot, then ordered a glass of water. “Will told him
about you and the insane amount of money I spent to have you. He
called the other night with the cover of wanting to do some
business, but now I see he just wanted to know about you.” He made
me look at him. “It’s been a great evening. Don’t let him ruin it.” I took a sip
of my wine. “Come dance with me, again. Forget about him,” I took
another sip of my wine, then pulled him to the dance floor. We
swayed close together and he nestled his face in my neck. “You are
an amazing woman, Norah. Don’t let what he said get to you.” I
nodded. “I would never share you with anyone.”
“Jane said that Will,” he stopped me before I could finish. He
pulled me away from his chest and made me look at him. “I’m not
Will, Norah. You’re mine. Only mine. I would never let that bastard
or any other man come near you like that Norah.” I nodded. “Tell me
you believe me.” I nodded again. “I need to hear you say it, little one.
Tell me you believe me.”
“I believe you.” We danced for several songs and then he
introduced me to several more clients, and we talked with Mr.
Stackhouse and his daughter again. Soon we were laughing and
listening to stories of fishing and hunting from Mr. Stackhouse and I
had forgotten all about telling Jane too much and Nick calling me a
whore. Liam even felt comfortable enough to leave me alone talking
to Rebecca. I gave her my email address and she asked for my cell
phone number too. When I told her I didn’t have one she looked at
me like I was crazy. She told me she would be traveling back to
London soon, and hoped to see me again. After a while I was tired. I
walked up to Liam who was standing at the bar talking with another
business associate, and wrapped my arms around his waist and put
my cheek to his back. His hands covered mine.
“I think my girl is getting tired, I need to get her home.” He
turned to me, and I leaned back to look at him. “Are you ready to go
home?” he asked. I nodded. I liked hearing him call me his girl and
saying home like it was ours together.
I took off my shoes and pulled the pins out of my hair, while
Liam started a fire in the fireplace in the study. It was August but it
still felt nice. I put the pins on his desk, and walked to him.
“I had a really good time tonight, despite being called a
whore. I’m glad you asked me to go with you,” I stopped just in front
of him. “Please don’t remind me. And I hope you don’t think that I
think that way of you.” He paused. “I have something for you,” he
said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small little black
velvet bag. “Today, you have been with me for three months, did
you know that?” I shook my head. “This is just a small gift for you,”
he pulled me closer and kissed my lips. I grabbed his shirt and kissed
him back. “Open it,” he commanded. I pulled the top apart and
poured the contents in my hand. It was a sterling silver bracelet with
a little butterfly charm. The wings were covered in little diamonds.
“It looks like my tattoo,” I laughed and touched behind my
ear.
“Do you like it?” he asked. I nodded and gestured for him to
put it on me.
“I love it.” He was always giving me things, and I had nothing
to give him.
“Someday you’ll have to tell me the story behind that tattoo,
it is my favorite place to kiss,” he laughed and put the bracelet on
me. I frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I don’t have anything to give you,” I said. He touched my
shoulders and made me look in his eyes.
“You have given me more than you know,” he kissed me
again. Then it occurred to me what I could give him. Something I had
never given another man…..me. I swallowed hard and took a deep
breath.
“I can think of one thing I can give you,” I leaned forward and
kissed him again. I pressed my tongue on his lips and he opened his
mouth to me. His hands moved to the back of my head, and I moved
my hands to his chest. He pulled us apart and pressed our foreheads
together. “Are you sure, Norah? I want you to be sure?” he asked. I
pulled away from him, and stepped back. I pulled my zipper down,
and turned my back to him. I could feel his eyes on my back as the
dress dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it, and picked it up,
laying it over the chair. I turned back to face him, and unbuckled my
bra and slowly pulled it from my chest. I laid it too, over the dress,
then walked to him. I was feeling very confident and sure of myself. I
put my hands under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. I started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed that off him too
then I ran my hands over his chest. I turned away to lay his clothes
over my dress and he pulled me to him. His hands covered my
breasts and his mouth was on my neck. He took the clothes from my
hands and threw them over near the chair then turned me to him
and kissed my mouth, traveling down my neck. He lowered himself
to his knees and slowly pulled my underwear off. He ran his hand
over my sex, and parted my legs. I knelt down in front of him, and he
pulled me until I was under him. He kissed every inch of my body. He
took in one nipple and I arched my back. I could hear him unzipping
his pants as he moved to the other nipple. His mouth traveled down
to my side and across my stomach. He knelt between my legs and I
heard him ripping open a condom. He pushed his pan
ts off the rest
of the way and covered me. I could feel his tip at my entrance. He
locked his eyes on mine.
“Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want,” he asked.
I couldn’t believe this was the same man who had slapped me for
telling him I wasn’t an idiot. “No, I want this, Liam. I want you.” I pulled him down on me
and he explored my mouth with his tongue.
“This is gonna hurt a little, you know that right? There’s
nothing I can do about it.” I nodded. “Are you ready?” I nodded
again. He leaned back on his heels, kneeling between my legs.
He grabbed my hips, and pulled me closer to him. I could feel him
entering my body. I leaned up my elbows to watch him. He pushed a
little further and I could feel some resistance from my body,
something stopping him. “Relax, Norah, please.” I tried to relax, but
this wasn’t the best feeling in the world, and it was starting to burn a
little. He pushed a little further, and I pressed my lips together so I
wouldn’t tell him to stop. “You’re so tight, take a deep breath.” I did,
and he pressed himself in the rest of the way. He leaned forward,
resting one hand on the floor beside my hip, the other still firmly
grasping my hip. He kissed me softly, but didn’t move his body. “Are
you okay?” He kissed me again. “Talk to me,” he kissed me again.
“It hurts a little, but I’m okay.” It hurt a lot but I tried to block
it out. I reached out and touched his chest, and ran my hand down
to his hip. “I like being this close to you.” I put my hand on his butt
and pulled him closer.
“I’m gonna move now.” He kept kissing me. I loved the
closeness. I didn’t feel exposed, but open to him. I wanted him to
see me, to feel me, and I wanted to feel him. I nodded, and he
started to move his hips. He leaned me down so he was over me. He
pushed my hair back and kissed my chest and neck. His hips moved
at a slow rhythm. It felt weird at first, and a very painful. But then my
mind focused on him. He looked at me with warm eyes, like he was
showing me his soul. I could hear him groaning and whispering little
things in my ear. I closed my eyes and felt his hands move down my
body. One of them came between us and touched my sex. He leaned
away a little, looked down between us. We both watched as he
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