her. She turned her head to the right and he saw a small tattoo
behind her left ear. Not even realizing what he was doing, he
reached out to her. Liam grabbed her neck, and tilted her toward
him so he could get a better look. She took in a deep breath when he
touched her and pressed her lips together. The tattoo was of a little
butterfly. Liam instantly thought it was something he would like to
kiss. He stood her up in front of him, but kept his hands on her
shoulders.
He admired her face, even though most of it was covered by
a blind fold. She licked her lips and again he felt the urge to kiss her.
He slowly removed his jacket, and again she took a deep breath. He
knew what she must be thinking and wanted to comfort her
immediately. But he remembered Will’s instructions and resisted.
Instead he took her by one arm to the bathroom. He leaned up
against the counter, and watched her fidget for a few seconds before
he spoke.
“I would like for you to take a shower. When you hear the
door close behind you, you are to remove your blind fold and all your
clothes. Turn the shower on to a temperature you find acceptable,
and get in the shower. Wash your body with the soap and wash cloth
provided. Wash your hair with the shampoo and conditioner
provided.” Liam knew he sounded crazy giving such specific
instructions. But some submissive’s did only what they were told and
nothing more. He found this out the hard when he found one of his
subs standing in an ice cold shower. The next day the same girl came
to dinner without rinsing the soap out of her hair.
He had a talk with her about implied orders. He hoped Norah
wouldn’t be with him long enough to merit a conversation like that.
“Rinse your body and hair completely. When you’re finished get out,
turn off the water, dry off with the towels provided, and take care of
any bathroom needs you may have. I hope I don’t have to explain
what I mean by that.” Before Liam could finish, he was shocked
when she said something.
“I’m not an idiot, I know that I need to rinse my hair before I
get out of the shower. And yes, I know what bathroom needs mean,”
she snapped. Liam had a knee jerk reaction, and he couldn’t control
himself. He slapped her. As soon as he did it, he regretted it. He
didn’t plan on hurting her. He wasn’t use to his subs talking back to
him in any way, ever. Liam was known to have his anger issues, and
this was not the time for her to try to show her independence with
him. He put his hand over his mouth, and swallowed down the need
to apologize. He knew if he was going to follow Will’s stages, he was
starting off good, because that certainly scared her.
It scared him too. She lowered her head. He cleared his
throat and kept talking trying not show that he was affected by his
actions as all. “When you’re done, put the blind fold back on your
face, and knock on the door.” He stood up, moved her to where he
had been leaning against the counter, and walked out of the room.
He shut the door loud so she would know he was gone. He stood by
the door and heard her crying. Liam put his hand on the door, feeling
an overwhelming need to move on the comfort stage already. He
stepped away when he heard the water come on. He paced the
floor, then decided to change his clothes. He took off his suit and tie,
and replaced them with cargo shorts and green t-shirt. He watched
the clock. It was after midnight. He wondered if she was tired or
hungry. He quickly went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge.
Everything needed to be prepared. He just wanted to offer her
something to tie her over until the morning. He picked up a few
apples, some grapes and some cubed cheese. He grabbed four
bottles of water, and returned to the room.
The water was off, and he heard the toilet flush. He stood
there outside the door, waiting to hear her knock. He heard her light
tap on the door, and opened it. She stood in front of him with the
towel wrapped around her, hair wet, and her blind fold covering her
eyes. He took her by the arm, and led her to the bed. He pushed her
back until her knees hit the mattress and she sat down. He picked up
the underwear he had previously purchased for a much different
kind of night, and knelt in front of her. One by one he put her feet in
the holes, and then held her hand to stand up, while he pulled them
all the way up. She kept the towel close to her the whole time. He
wanted to pull it away, but decided to let her have some sort of
protection. He took the black tank top, and lowered it over her head.
He pulled it as low as he could until he couldn’t move it anymore
because of the towel.
“Drop the towel,” he commanded. She took in a breath and
dropped it. He wanted to look, but resisted. Instead he raised her
arms through the arm holes, and allowed her to pull the shirt down
herself. He stepped back admiring her body. She was very sexy.
The tank top didn’t cover her mid-section completely, so he
could see her abs. Her stomach was very flat. He wanted to run his
hand over her, but restrained himself. Just looking at her he knew he
was going to practice a lot restraint in the next days. He picked up
the cotton pants he had for her, and knelt in front of her. He tapped
one of her legs, and she raised it. He put her foot in the hole and
then lowered in back to the floor. Once both sides were complete,
he pulled them up to her hips. He looked in her face again, and she
was crying. He saw the tears running from under her blind fold down
her cheek. Instinct took over again, and he ran his thumb over her
cheek wiping the tears away.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. She nodded slightly. “I would
like it if you addressed me as Sir, little one.”
“Yes, sir,” she said in a very quiet voice.
“Good, very nice,” he paused. “I’m afraid because of the hour
the kitchen is closed. But I brought you some fruit and cheese. I have
a few bottles of water as well. I don’t want you to have to snack in a
blind fold, so I am going to leave you for about twenty minutes.
But I will be back. When you hear the door shut, you may
remove your blind fold. There is a clock on the night stand. In twenty
minutes put the blind fold back on. If I come back and you don’t have
it on,” he paused not knowing if he should really threaten her the
first night. But he remembered Will’s instructions; fear.
“I will be upset. And I think you have had enough of a taste
tonight of how I react when I’m upset, right?” She nodded, then as if
she remembered his prior remarks.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed. He touched her shoulders.
“That’s a good girl, little one.” He stepped out of the room,
and shut the door loudly again to be sure she heard it. He walked out
to the bar area again and found Will sitting at the bar drinking again.
He sat down beside him and made himself a drink. Liam liked jack
and coke instead of whiskey and lime like Will. Neither said anything
for a few moments. Liam wanted to ask Will how it was going, but he
was afraid of the answer. Finally Will broke the silence.
“Jane is asleep, how about your Norah?” he asked as he took
another sip. Liam hadn’t called the girl by her name.
He didn’t want to get to know her. He hoped to get through
these next few days and move on and not have to think of this crazy
experience again. He didn’t like Will referring to her as ‘Norah’
either, but he did like the sound of ‘your Norah’. He liked Will saying
she was his.
“She’s eating. I left her alone.”
“Do you want some sleeping pills?” Will asked. Liam shook his
head.
“I’m exhausted. I won’t have any trouble falling to sleep. I
want to go to sleep and forget this whole nasty mess.” Will laughed.
“I wasn’t talking about for you, I meant for Norah. They will
knock her out for a while, and you will be able to get her home
without her seeing where she is being taken.” Liam held up his hand.
“They’re completely harmless, believe me. She will be asleep in
about thirty minutes, and you can get her safely in your house. She
should wake around 8am.” Will held out two pills for Liam. He didn’t
want to drug the girl, but maybe it would be easier that way.
She was scared already, and he didn’t need her knowing
where he lived. If this didn’t end well, he couldn’t have her leading
the police right to his house. He took the pills and went back to the
room. He knocked lightly and then opened the door. She was sitting
on the bed where he had left her, blind fold on. Her hands were
folded in her lap. She had eaten two apples, a few cubes of cheese
and a little handful of grapes, had drank two bottles of water. He
stood in front of her admiring her beauty again. He felt that she
could sense he was very close because it seemed like she leaning
away from him. He took her hand.
“Don’t try to get away, little one.” He wanted to add he
wasn’t going to hurt her, but after slapping her in the bathroom, he
wasn’t sure he could keep that promise. “Are you tired?” he asked.
His voice was soft.
“Yes, sir.” He smiled. This was a messed up situation, but he
couldn’t deny that he loved hearing her say ‘sir’ to him.
“I have some sleeping pills,” she flinched. He thought she
might have been drugged before.
Possibly when she was kidnapped originally. He decided to
go against Will’s instructions. He didn’t want her to be scared. He
couldn’t imagine how she felt right now. In a strange place, blind
folded, the voice that slapped her, and who knows what she had
been through before him. Maybe the slapping was enough fear for
tonight, and he could combine the two stages. He touched her face,
trying to sooth her.
“It’s okay, little one, nothing is going to happen to you
tonight. I’ll even make you a promise that you will wake up in the
same clothes you have on right now, them never having left your
body.” She was trembling. “The pills will just relax you, and make it
easier for you to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” she shuddered out.
“That’s a good girl,” he said as he moved her hair from her
shoulder. He opened her hand and placed the pills in it, and then put
a bottle of water in her other hand. She took them without a
problem. He took the water from her and sat it on the side table.
He reached over her and pulled the blankets down from the
top of the bed. “Scoot back a little bit,” he whispered. She moved
back, and felt the blankets, then quickly moved under them. She sat
there pulling them to her chest, but not laying down. He watched
her, knowing she was still scared to death. His words had done little
to comfort her. He leaned her back until her head touched the
pillow. He remembered some music he had left on the boat some
time ago. He went to the old CD player and put in a CD of piano
music. He turned to volume down low, and tried to make it soothing
for her. He sat in a chair and watched her until she fell asleep. He
was exhausted he wanted to join her in the bed, but decided it
wasn’t a good idea.
Norah
I woke up and saw the sun coming in through the windows. I
pulled the blankets to my face, and rolled over into my pillow.
Remembering where I was, I jerked up, and looked around. I felt my
neck to find my blind fold had fallen off in my sleep.
When I moved my legs, I found that my left leg had been
shackled to a chain attached to the floor. Then I saw him. The velvet
British voice. He was slumped in a chair across the room. He wore
shorts and green t-shirt, no shoes. His arms were crossed against his
chest. His hair was dark, and cut close to his head. He looked young. I
wondered if this really was the voice, or maybe just someone he
assigned to watch me. He looked nice for lack of another word. His
calves were muscular and I could see a tattoo of a big orange and
yellow sun on his right calve. I couldn’t believe this was the voice of
the man who had slapped me so hard last night. He didn’t look like
what I imagined at all. He started moving around so I quickly laid
