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
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?”
“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
