Sold (Keeping her in the Dark)

  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?”