Sold (Keeping her in the Dark)

by Sansom, Leslie

  against him. “Oh that’s right…..you don’t know do you.”

  *****

  Mrs. Redman went back to the table and took a sip from her

  drink. Liam saw her and didn’t think much of it. He went on with his

  conversation. While talking he looked around and didn’t see Norah

  walking to him. He looked over at Mrs. Redman and she was talking

  to someone else now, and Norah wasn’t with her.

  “Please excuse me, I’ll be right back,” he walked to Mrs.

  Redman. “Pardon me, but is Norah all right? Is she still in the rest

  room?” he asked. “Oh no darling, she was talking to that very tall gentlemen.

  He was waiting for her when I walked out.” Liam barely waited for

  her to finish before he was moving fast across the room. He went to

  the door of the restroom and banged his against it.

  “Norah! Are you in there?” he knew she was with him, but

  where? He turned and looked around. Just then he heard what

  sounded like a struggle. He leaned closer to the door, but it wasn’t

  coming from inside. He looked down the hall and started walking.

  The muffled noise got louder and he walked faster. He turned the

  corner and saw Norah being held up against the wall by Will with his

  hand up her dress.

  “Does he treat you like a little princess because you’re so

  good in bed, or because he feels so guilty?” Norah stopped struggling

  against him. “Oh that’s right…..you don’t know do you.”

  “Get the Fuck off her, Will. Now!” He yelled. Will moved so

  he could see Liam’s face, but still held Norah against the wall. “She doesn’t know, does she, Liam”

  “That’s enough, Will. Let her go!”

  “What if I told her, do you think she would still love you? Do

  you think she would stay with you?” Will turned back to Norah.

  “What if I told her, you didn’t know she had been kidnapped when

  you bought her, that you wanted to give her back, or let her go? But

  then the thought of that sweet tight pussy made you keep her.” He

  ran his hand over Norah’s sex. “How does it feel Liam? Knowing

  you’re the only man who has had this pussy?” He looked back at

  Norah. “You don’t mind if I have a turn do you? You can watch.”

  “I said, Get the Fuck off her!” Norah looked over at Liam. He

  stepped to Will and yanked him away from Norah, turning him to

  face him. Liam punched Will in the mouth and he fell to the ground.

  “Tell her, Liam! Tell her you never wanted her to be your

  fucking slave! Tell her she’s free to do whatever she wants!” Liam

  punched Will again, this time in the eye. Norah stood with her hand over her mouth. “You think you’re

  so different than I am? You think you’re better than me? But you

  wouldn’t tell her because you were afraid she would grow a brain

  and realize you manipulated her into falling in love with you to save

  your ass from going to jail!” Liam stepped and punched Will again,

  this time knocking him out. He turned back to Norah and walked to

  her. He touched her arm where Will held her.

  “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asked. She snatched her

  arm away.

  “Is that true? What he said? You made me think I belonged to

  you to fear you, to save yourself?” Liam looked down at the floor.

  “That isn’t exactly the truth, and I was going to tell you,”

  before he could finish Norah slapped him. He touched his face where

  she hit.

  “Take me home now!” She turned and went back to the table

  for her things. The car drive home was silent. Norah wouldn’t allow Liam to

  touch her and Liam didn’t want to start an argument in the car.

  Norah didn’t wait for Trig to open her door when they pulled in the

  driveway. She opened the door and stepped out, running in the

  house. She went straight to the study and made herself a drink.

  Norah

  Liam walked in the study and slid the doors closed behind

  him. He went to the bar and made himself a drink, then loosened his

  tie and pulled it off. I stood at the desk with my drink in my hand. I

  started shaking and I knew Liam knew it because the ice started

  clinging in my glass. I turned to face him. He was leaning against the

  bar with a drink one hand and the other in his pocket.

  “You didn’t know I had been kidnapped?” I asked. He shook

  his head.

  “No.” “Did you figure it out before or after you slapped me in the

  face?” I snapped remembering how much he scared me that night.

  He shook the ice around in his drink.

  “Before.”

  “If you didn’t know, then what in the world did you think you

  were doing?” I put my drink down and put my hands on my hips.

  “I thought I was buying a willing sexual slave.”

  “Willing slave? Does that even exist?”

  “Yes. In the dark world of BDSM it does.”

  “And that’s what you wanted from me?”

  “I told you, I had a different relationship in mind for us in the

  beginning. But I didn’t want someone who wasn’t prepared for it,

  who didn’t want it.”

  “Why didn’t you just let me go?” He took a deep breath. “It isn’t that simple, Norah. I looked into it. I couldn’t give you

  back. They would have killed me and just sold you again. This time to

  someone who didn’t care about your feelings.” He took a sip of his

  drink. “All those horrible things you were told would happen, would

  have really happen. I couldn’t do that to you.” He took another sip of

  his drink and turned to make himself another. “I thought about

  letting you go, but I couldn’t risk you going to the police.”

  “So it was about saving your ass then?”

  “No. Not entirely. I mean, yes, I didn’t want to go to jail over

  something I didn’t know about until it was too late, but that wasn’t

  the only reason.” I walked to the other side of the room.

  “So what was the other reason, my virginity? Will was right,

  you wanted to fuck me so bad you decided to keep me here, make

  me think you owned me until I loved you, so you could do whatever

  you wanted with me!” He took a step toward me. I could tell he was

  getting angry now. “No! That isn’t the truth and you know it!”

  “I do? How do I know it?” He stepped close to me.

  “Because I could have raped you as many times as I wanted,

  and I never did! I didn’t want you that bad!” he yelled. I stepped

  away from him.

  “So what was this, Liam? Was this whole thing just a big joke

  to you? Did you just keep me to see if you could break me down,

  make me fall in love with you? Because it worked, I do! You win!” I

  turned away from him and started to cry. He walked to me and

  grabbed my arms turning me to face him.

  “This wasn’t a game to me, Norah, Dammit! You know it

  wasn’t! I fell for you too! I didn’t know how to make this

  arrangement work, I was just as lost as you were. This was all new to

  me. I’ve only been with experienced Submissive’s. I didn’t know how

  to train a slave, certainly not a virgin who had no idea what this

  lifestyle was about.” “But we figured it out.
We did. We’re happy, and we trust

  each other. And now you know you are free. I have been trying to

  show you that you had your freedom for a long time. I let you out of

  your room, let you go out alone, and gave you a driver, a phone, I

  even lined up a job for you, Norah! How can you say I kept this from

  you? I tried to show you.”

  “Yes, you did everything except tell me!” I snatched my arms

  away from him. “Don’t you think after being kidnapped, told I was a

  slave, being sold at an auction, being held in solitude for so long and

  constantly being reminded of how I belong to you that I would need

  more than a cell phone to know I could leave if I wanted to?” I

  walked a little closer to him. “I haven’t been able to make a decision

  for myself or even think for myself, Liam. How would I just know?”

  “That isn’t true! I never forced you to do anything you didn’t

  want, except be alone! I think I have made it very clear that as far as

  our relationship goes, if you don’t want to do it, we won’t do it!” “I want respect, but I’m not going to force you into a lifestyle

  you don’t want. You have made those decisions for yourself. The

  decision for us to even have sex was yours, not mine!” He ran his

  hands over his face.

  “So you’re saying you didn’t want it?” I asked.

  “No of course not. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted it the night I

  bought you. But if you didn’t agree to it, or bring it up yourself, we

  would still just be roommates.” He let out a deep breath like he was

  getting tired of talking.

  “I don’t know what to think, Liam. I don’t know how I feel, or

  what…..to think…or….” I started to breath heavily. He came to me

  and wrapped his arms around me.

  “Shhhhh. It’s okay. We will figure this out. Let’s go to bed, it

  will be clear in the morning,” he leaned in a kissed my neck. I pulled

  away. “No. I need to think now. I need to be alone.” I walked to my

  purse on the desk and picked it up.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

  “Well if I’m free to do what I want, I’m going for a drive, or a

  ride or something. But if I’m not, then I’ll go lock myself in my room.”

  I looked at him with cold eyes. “Which is it? I’m either free or not?”

  He swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “When will you

  be back?”

  “I don’t know. Like an hour maybe,” I huffed. He pulled his

  cell out of his pocket. He called John and told him I needed a ride.

  The front door opened and John stood there waiting for me. I looked

  back at Liam. He handed me some money folded up. “Go get some

  coffee or something,” he lowered his eyes from me. It was weird to

  see him submitting to me. “Thank you,” I started walking fast, and kept going even

  though I felt him walking behind me. If I didn’t get away from him

  now I knew I would end up in his bed, making love to him. I needed

  to think, to clear my head, and I couldn’t do that with him near me. I

  got in the car and told him to drive, I didn’t care where, just to drive.

  He drove for 30 minutes and I never said a word. I didn’t like

  to use the private screen to separate me from John, so I could see

  him looking at me in the rearview mirror. He never said anything he

  just kept driving. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t clear my head. I just kept

  replaying the night’s events over and over in my head. I heard the

  sound of a phone vibrating and looked up at him. He pulled in a

  parking lot and stopped the car.

  “Yes, sir?” he answered. I knew it was Liam on the other end.

  I couldn’t hear his side of the conversation, but I was sure he was

  trying to find out where we were, and what I was doing.

  “No sir she hasn’t said anything,” he looked at me. I rolled my

  eyes. I didn’t want to John to be in the middle of this. I took off my heels and opened the door. John’s eyes locked

  of mine and he turned in the car to face me.

  “Ah no sir, she hasn’t said when she would like to return.” He

  covered the phone with his hand. “Miss Chandler, don’t do this!” I

  felt bad for him, I did. I knew he would get in trouble for letting me

  get away from him, but I didn’t care. I got out slammed the door and

  took off running. I looked around and realized we were in a park. I

  darted in the trees and ran through the playground and over a small

  hill. I looked behind me and saw a flash light moving in the darkness.

  I could hear him yelling my name, but I didn’t go back. Instead I saw

  a road up ahead and ran to it. I hopped the small fence and started

  walking. I reached in my purse and called information for a cab

  company. I saw a small strip of stores up on the left and walked to

  them. I gave the cab company the address of one of the stores and

  sat down to wait. My phone started ringing, or “screaming”

  whichever. It was Liam, so I didn’t answer. He left a message and

  then called right back. I didn’t answer again, and he left another message. When

  the phone rang the fourth time, I turned it off. The cab arrived and I

  got in, telling him to take me to the closest diner or coffee shop.

  I sat in the booth, stirring a spoon in my coffee, occasionally

  looking out the window. I couldn’t believe how much my life had

  changed in the last few hours. I looked at a clock on the wall and saw

  it was 2:17am. I knew Liam was going out of his mind; I had been

  gone over two hours, but I didn’t care. Everything was so clear just a

  few hours ago. I was in love with a beautiful man who wanted to give

  me the world, he was patient, kind, understanding, he did have a

  bad temper, but no one was perfect. I thought finding out just how

  much he liked to beat women before he fucked them was bad. Now

  finding out that he kept this from me, this life changing event, he

  kept it from me, so he wouldn’t go to jail or was it because he really

  did fall for me too? I wasn’t sure anymore. I wasn’t even sure of my

  feelings for him. I knew with absolute certainty in the beginning that

  his treatment of me was just a ruse to manipulate me. I could see through his tactics of being mean or inflicting

  pain, just so he could comfort me. I thought I kept a wall up so I

  wouldn’t fall for it, but somewhere along the line, my wall started

  crumbling. How did this happen? Was he that good with his words

  and actions that I truly believed him? I even believed myself. When

  he was so scared of me running from him, the slightest thought of

  being without him made me sad. Even now sitting here trying to

  think, all I wanted was his arms around me. I wanted him to tell me I

  was okay, and everything was going to be fine. We were supposed to

  leave for Nevada in three days. What would happen now? I couldn’t

  introduce him to my family not knowing how I felt about him

  anymore. Did I really not know how I felt anymore? Maybe none of

  my feelings since I had been with him have been real? Maybe they

  were just reflections of what he wanted me to feel? There was one

  thing for sure, I couldn’t stay with him. I had to figure this out, and<
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  the only way to know if I really loved him was to let him go. Well it wouldn’t be me letting him go, it would be more like

  me desperately trying to get him to release me from his grasp.

  I watched the sun come up on a bench outside of the coffee

  shop. The thought crossed my mind to go to a hotel room, but I

  didn’t have enough money to pay for it. I remembered Liam telling

  me he owned two hotels in London and thought about going to one

  of those. I knew if I gave them my name, they would call him and he

  would agree to let me stay. But I was sure he would also show up,

  and I would be back at square one. I was absolutely sure that his

  powers of persuasion would not only convince me to stay with him,

  but we would be in bed in a matter of minutes. I was simply too tired

  to think clearly anymore. I started walking again and just kept

  walking. Then I saw it, my car, well John’s car…Liam’s car that John

  drove me around in. I turned and walked away, I couldn’t let him find

  me. “Norah!” I heard his voice yell for me. I started running and

  was quickly grabbed from behind. It was John, not Liam. “Stop,

  please!” he panted. I stopped fighting him and pushed him away.

  “I can’t go back right now, please don’t make me!” I yelled.

  He lowered his head and tried to catch his breath.

  “I’m going to get fired for this,” he said.

  “No you won’t, I won’t let him fire you.” He nodded toward

  the car.

  “Come on, I won’t take you home, just hang out in the car. I

  won’t even call him to let him know I found you.”

  “Really? You promise?”

  “Yes, I promise. Your safety is my job, Miss Chandler. But I

  can’t do that job unless I know where you are…..please you have to

  trust me.” We walked to the car and I got in the back. I laid down

  and curled up on the seat. I closed my eyes. I felt his hand nudge my

  foot and I leaned up to look at him. He handed me his jacket and I gladly accepted it. He got in

  the front of the car and turned on the radio. I never heard him

  talking on his phone, and hoped he was keeping his promise, but I

  fell asleep so fast it didn’t matter.

  Chapter seventeen

  Norah

  John woke me just around 1pm. He said he knew I was tired,

  but Mr. Hastings was going to lose it if I didn’t come home soon. He

  dropped me off just before the house so I could walk home without