been rough from the start, made you fear me more. Then you
wouldn’t ever think about running!” I slapped him in the face, he
leaned back and covered his cheek with his hand. While he was in
shock it gave me time to get my knees.
“You bitch! You hit me!” I grabbed for his zipper and yanked
at his pants.
“Is this what you want? You want to play rough? I can play
rough!” I yanked his pants off and grabbed his cock. He grabbed my
head and kissed me, pressing me against him. I moved my legs until I
was wrapped around him. But he pulled my legs from him, and
turned me over. He grabbed my ass, and smacked it hard.
“You better not run, Norah! Or this will be a like picking
fucking flowers compared to what I will do to you!” He smacked my
ass again and then ran his hand over my sex. I was wet and ready. He
didn’t think about protection he was too angry and hard. He rammed
himself in me. Then he grabbed me by the hair and kept ramming
himself in me. He grunted and pulled me to him, one hand in my hair
the other on my hip. “This is mine, Norah! You belong to me! You got
that? This. Is. Mine.” He pumped and pumped in me over and over.
“You were right when you said I would find you, if you ran. I would
find you. And your time in the basement will seem like a vacation in
Hawaii compared to what I would do to you, you got that?” I could
feel tears building in my eyes.
Even though I told him I could play rough, I wasn’t ready for
this. He was hurting me, but I welcomed the pain. Anything to get
this out of his system. “Give it to me! Come for me, Norah! Come
now!” I couldn’t stop myself. He grabbed both my breasts and pulled
me to him, and held me while he filled me with his frustration. When
he was done he threw me on the bed. I kept crying. He had never
treated me like this before. Even when he was hurting me, it didn’t
feel like this. But the worst part was, I wanted it. I was willing. But
after it was over, I felt used and alone. He was cold and numb, and I
meant nothing to him, all over again. I was just something he had
purchased from an auction.
“Are you done with your whore? Can I go back to sleep or
would you like me to suck you off now?” I asked. He glared at me but
didn’t answer. I rolled to my side and pulled the covers over my
body. This was the first time he had really made me feel like he had
bought me.
When I woke up I was in my room again. I looked around and
was thankful he wasn’t there. I didn’t want to look at him. I took a
shower and tried to erase how he had treated me the night before. I
dressed in jeans and white t-shirt and went to the door. I wanted to
go downstairs and hear his apology for acting like a raging maniac.
But it was locked. I stepped back when I heard it open on the other
side. Liam walked in and rolled the cart of food with him.
“Here is your breakfast. I have to go to work, so Gerald will
bring your lunch. You remember how to leave the cart and ring the
bell, right?” his face was emotionless and he wouldn’t look at me.
“What’s going on, Liam? Why are you doing this?” He didn’t
answer. He just rolled the cart in further and took out a chair for me
to sit in.
“I will be back for dinner, and we can eat together,” his tone
was like a robot. I stepped closer to him. My face was right under his
chin. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to force him to look at me,
but he wouldn’t.
“So this is how it is? Jane runs and I get punished for it! What
happened to wanting a normal relationship? What happened to you
trying to trust me? Why does our relationship have to change
because Will can’t control his?” He didn’t answer. “Liam! Answer
me!” I snapped. He grabbed me by my arm and looked me in my
eyes. “Don’t use my name and don’t you dare talk to me like that!”
He shoved me back. “I didn’t say you could look at me, either!” He
turned and walked out.
I was alone all day. I paced back and forth hoping someone
would come in, but no one ever did. I kept hoping Liam would snap
out of it, and realize I wasn’t Jane. But he didn’t. I didn’t see him
again until after 7pm. I was back in my pajamas and had already
eaten dinner when he came in my room. I sat in my rocking chair,
but I jumped up when he came in.
“Liam, you have stop this. It’s crazy. I’m not going to run, we
went through this before Jane ran away. I don’t want to leave you!”
He grabbed my arm. “Ouch! You’re hurting me!”
“I told you not to use my name, didn’t I?” I nodded. I
snatched my arm away from him.
“At least tell me what’s going on, please.” I begged. He
grabbed both arms and held me close to him.
“You’re mine, that’s what’s going on! You belong to me, and I
can do with you as I wish. And right now it is my wish that you stay in
this room and do as you’re told! Is that too hard to understand,
Norah? If I want to talk to you, I will come talk to you. If I want to eat
with you, I will come eat with you. And if I want to fuck you, I will
fuck you! You belong to me!” He pushed me away from him so hard
that I fell back on the bed. He walked over to the window and looked
out. “Why are you saying these things?” I started crying and covered
my face, not wanting him to see.
“I don’t know if I can trust you. I thought I could, but I don’t
know anymore. I don’t want to lose you, and this is the only way I
know I can keep you with me.” He turned and faced me. “This way, I
don’t have to worry about who you are talking to, or where you
might go, or if you will be in my bed tonight. Because I will know.”
He walked to me and touched my face. He forced my chin up
so I would look at him. “I am sorry it has to be this way again.” He
leaned down and kissed me. “Good night.” I curled up in my bed and
cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I tried to reason with him again. “I told you
I loved you! Why would I run from you? I gave myself to you
willingly, Liam! Don’t leave me in here like this, please!” He didn’t
say anything. He just arranged the food on the cart and wouldn’t
make eye contact with me. “What about my photo shoot? I’m
supposed to meet that woman today. How can I do that if you are
keeping me locked in this room?” He turned to me and grabbed my
arms shoving me up against the wall. He pushed his knee in my
crotch and held me so I couldn’t move.
“It was never gonna happen, Norah! Don’t you know that?”
He slammed me harder against the wall. “You actually thought I
would allow you to prance in front of a camera while some pervert
took pictures of your ass?” He grabbed my ass with both hands and
pulled me to him. He squeezed me so hard, it hurt.
“This ass is mine, and only mine!” He grabbed my chin with
one hand and pushed my face against the wall. “I thought I told you
not to use my name. Say it again, and you’re going back in the
basement!” He shoved me to the floor and walked out. He didn’t
even bother to come to me that night. I thought I saw him watching
me sleep from the door way, but I was too scared to really look.
The next morning I met him on the floor kneeling at the end
of the bed. If he wanted a slave, I was going to give him one. “What
are you doing, get up. I told you I don’t like that.” I slowly stood but
didn’t raise my head to look at him. “Where are your clothes? Why
aren’t you dressed?” I was wearing black underwear and a black bra.
I didn’t answer him. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and eyes
lowered to the ground. He pushed the cart close to me. “Fine, if you
want to eat in your underwear, I don’t care. It is a fine sight.” I didn’t
move. “What are you doing? Sit and eat, Norah.” I slowly sat in the
chair and started to eat my breakfast. “Oh I see. Giving me a taste of
my own medicine huh? Well I think I like this. No lip, no calling me by
my name, and no clothes.”
He stood behind me and ran his hand down my chest under
my bra and ran his fingers over my nipple. “If I asked you to blow me
right now would you?” I closed my eyes, but turned to him. I went
straight for his zipper. He laughed but stopped me as soon as he felt
my hand on his cock. “Stop it, Norah. I don’t want you like this.” He
pulled himself away, and I went back to eating. “Fine. We’ll see who
breaks first. By the looks of you in your underwear, it isn’t going to
be me.”
The next two days were pretty much the same. He brought
me my breakfast and dinner and found some way to grope me while
he was there. The third night I heard the door open and watched him
as he walked around the bed and climbed in behind me. He pressed
himself against me and pulled me to him.
“I need you. Norah. Please.” He kissed my neck and eagerly
ran his hands under my night gown to feel my breasts. He rolled me
to face him, and kissed me. I didn’t respond. He moved my arms
around his neck, and I let them fall back to the bed. “Touch me,
please Norah. I need this. I need you. I miss you.”
He kissed my neck and came back to my mouth. I still didn’t
respond. “Please kiss me, Norah,” he panted. “Is that an order?” I
asked. He leaned away from me shocked by my response. “Please, I
need to be with you now.” He moved his body over mine and I could
feel his need pressing in my thigh. I decided to be a little brave. It
might get me smacked, but I was willing to take that chance. “Well
you own me, right? So here I am, I belong to you, do what you
want.” I rolled my head to the side so I could look at the wall, and
spread my legs open so he was cradled between them. “Don’t do
this, Norah. I want you to touch me, please.” I didn’t move. Finally he
rolled off me. “Fuck! I don’t know what to do!” He got up and left. I
rolled back over and pulled my covers over my body. I knew in a
game of chicken over sex, I would win. I knew Liam could be very
dark and liked control, but he liked me to be responsive and he
wouldn’t take me if I wasn’t willing.
*****
It had been six days with Norah in her confinement. Liam
hated it, but he felt it was necessary. He was so scared of losing her,
but this was almost worse. She wouldn’t talk to him unless he asked
her a direct question or ordered her to talk to him. She didn’t look at
him, unless he told her to, and she was always kneeling when he
came in her room. He tried to make love to her several times and she
would just lay there. In some ways he felt like he had already lost
her. There was still no word about Jane. It was like she had just
vanished in thin air. Liam didn’t want to keep Norah like this, but he
didn’t know what else to do.
He came home from work and started up the stairs to her
room.
“Mr. Hastings, may I speak with you?” asked Gerald. Liam
walked back down the stairs to him. “Miss Chandler hasn’t eaten at
all today. I never heard her bell after breakfast, so I went to check,
and she hadn’t eaten. I brought her lunch, and again….nothing.”
“I took her dinner an hour ago, and to my knowledge it is still
sitting untouched. She has been sitting in her rocking chair by the
window all day.” Liam nodded and thanked him and went up the
stairs to see her. He opened her door and instead of finding her in
her underwear kneeling for him, Gerald was right, she was sitting in
her rocking chair near the window. He walked to her and saw her
eyes gazing outside.
“Norah, why aren’t you eating? Are you sick?” he asked. She
didn’t answer. “I know you’re mad at me, and I know you hate being
in here, but you need to eat.” She still didn’t move. She had been
unresponsive to him all week, but this was new. This was like she
didn’t even hear him. He rocked the chair a little, but she didn’t
move. “Norah, look at me.” She still didn’t move. She always obeyed
him when he asked her to do something. He felt her pulse, put his
hand under her nose and could feel her breathing. He figured this
was another trick of hers to get him to let her out. So he left her
alone.
The next evening Gerald told him the same thing. She hadn’t
eaten, and today she hadn’t even showered. Liam went to her room
