idea to get involved with her, but found himself wanting to talk to
her. “You can’t see to eat if I stay,” he said. She fidgeted her hands in
her lap. “Do you still want me to stay? I will have to feed you.”
“Yes sir.” Liam took the fork and stabbed a piece of steak.
“Open up, its steak.” Rosa had pre-cut the steak at Liam’s
request, not wanting to provide her with a weapon. He gave her a
few bites of steak, some green beans and then a mouthful of mash
potatoes. She gasped when he put the fork in her mouth. “I’m sorry,
that was too much.”
When she was done eating, he sat and watched her wipe her
face with a napkin. He reached out and helped her wipe her cheek.
His need to hear her talk overwhelmed him.
“So tell me about yourself, Norah.” He was just as shocked at
his question as she was. “What would you like to know?” she asked
in a very low voice. “Where are you from?” he already knew she
lived in Las Vegas and that was where her license was from, but he
wanted to see how she would answer him.
“Las Vegas.”
“You were born there?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” He handed her the bottle of water she was grabbing
for.
“How old are you?” again he knew the answer, but he
wanted to see if she would lie to him.
“22.”
“Tell me about your family?” he had seen pictures of a young
girl in her wallet, and picture of a dog.
“What would you like to know?” he knew she was trying to
answer him in the most efficient way, but her answering a question
with a question was annoying him. “Parents? Siblings? Pets?” he
knew his voice sounded annoyed when he spoke.
“My Father left before I was born, and my Mother was a Las
Vegas show girl.” She stopped. Was she going to explain the young
girl in her wallet, or was he going to have to get ugly for her to
answer him. He waited and started tapping the fork on the table. He
didn’t want to hurt her. He knew she didn’t know not answering a
question with the complete truth was something he would punish
his other subs for. But he could not tolerate disobedience from his
women. He cringed at the thought of her being his woman. But if
what Tom said was true, she was going to be with him for a while,
until he could figure out what to do with her. So she might as well
start thinking of him as her master, and he think of her as his. He
exhaled deeply to show his impatience and she spoke again.
“I have two sisters, twins, identical. They are younger than
me, still in high school. And I have,” she paused and corrected
herself, “Had a dog. A little Yorkie/Maltese mix, named Sammy.” He
could see the tears running down her face. For a moment he felt bad
about making her cry, but that quickly faded and he felt dominance,
ownership, and cruel. Thinking about her family upset her. Maybe
that was why she didn’t want to answer him. But he pressed on
anyway.
“If they are younger than you, then how can you say your
Dad left before you were born?” he asked feeling like an ass as soon
as he said it, of course they didn’t have the same father.
“We have different fathers, sir. My Mother was married to
their Father.” She sniffed her nose and wiped her tears with her
hands. Her tears were giving him a weird feeling. A feeling he wasn’t
comfortable with himself. He didn’t feel sad for her, but empowered
by her.
“So tell me about your Step Father, then. Why would he let
his beautiful step daughter visit Paris all alone?” He tilted his head to
the side and shifted his leg over his knee.
“The twins Father left just after they were born. The man that
lives with my Mother is just her boyfriend, a sugar daddy really.”
Liam laughed. He thought it was ironic that here she was, with him, a
very rich man, willing and able to give her whatever she wanted, and
her Mother had been through three men, probably more to find her
a sugar daddy. He often spoiled his subs, buying them lavish gifts,
cars, jewelry, clothes, paid their rent even. If this relationship was
different, Norah could have him as her own personal sugar daddy
and she didn’t even try.
“They just let you go off to Paris without them. I mean, I
realize you’re an adult, but come on, it’s a dangerous world out
there,” chuckling again at the predicament she has found herself in.
He was amazed that in this moment, he was actually being an ass to
her.
Mocking her situation, forcing her to talk about her family,
people she would probably never see again, and enjoying watching
her cry. “My Mom’s boyfriend paid for me and a friend to travel
Europe for the whole summer. But Tiffany got engaged just before
we were supposed to leave, so she decided to stay home.” More
tears fell down her face.
“So the sugar daddy paid for you travel Europe huh? How
long were you in Europe before this happen?” he asked not wanting
to say the word kidnapped.
“One week.”
“Did you contact your family when you got here?”
“I emailed my sister Lorraine to tell her I had arrived safely
and I would email or call her again soon.”
“But you haven’t of course,” she shook her head. “I’m asking
because you have been with me for six days now, and you were
taken over a month ago. The last contact with your family was over a
month ago, and yet,” he paused not sure if he really wanted to upset
her more. “There is no one looking for you, little one.” He scooted
his chair closer to her and watched the reaction on her face. She
didn’t say anything. “Does your family care about you, like you
obviously care about them?” She still didn’t answer, but he could see
more tears running down her face. “Maybe Mommy is too
preoccupied with her sugar daddy, and the sisters too busy getting
nailed by their boyfriends to care about if little Norah is okay?”
“Don’t talk about my sisters!” she snapped. He chuckled at
what she probably perceived as authority in her voice.
“The sisters are off limits huh? But Mommy and Daddy are
fair game, is that the way it is, little one?” He stood and walked
around the table.
“He isn’t my Father. He just wanted me out of the way. My
Mother and sisters are traveling right now, looking at colleges.” She
was talking through her teeth, he knew he had upset her, but now
she was pissed. He walked behind her and leaned into her ear.
“Don’t forget who is in charge here, little one.” He
straightened up and started to walk out. She could sense he was
moving away from her.
“Wait!” she gasped. “Don’t go,” she pleaded. He turned and
looked at her.
“You would rather I stay here and continue to make you cry?”
he laughed almost kicking himself in the ass for making her cry and
liking it. Was he becoming like Will? He didn’t want to enjoy her
pain, but he did. He usually loved inflicting pain on his willing subs,
and watching them cry was a turn on. He didn’t want to feel that
way for her, he didn’t want to enjoy making her cry because he
didn’t know what he might do next.
“No, I would rather you just stayed,” she whispered. He
pulled the cart away from her abruptly and walked out of her room.
He made sure he slammed the door behind him.
He didn’t know why he was angry. He was the one being
mean to her, he was the one making her cry. She was answering his
questions and being respectful. She was doing exactly what he told
her to do even though it was painful. But somehow even though he
had ignored her most of the week, and now in their one interaction
that was longer than the few minutes it took him to leave her food,
when he was mean to her, and forced her to cry; she still wanted his
company. He began to understand the stages of Will’s theory. He
hadn’t been forceful enough with her in the fear and respect stage.
She got the respect, but the fear wasn’t clear to her. She wanted to
move to the comforting. Deep down, Liam did too. But he knew if he
tried to comfort her now, he might end up doing something he
regretted.
The next night Liam decided to give her a little reward. He felt
bad for making her cry and she had really done nothing to deserve it.
He felt even worse for taking pleasure in her crying.
“I would like to give you a reward, little one. You have been
very good, exceptional. I know since you have been here I haven’t
allowed you to take a bath, only showers, and I did not provide you
with a razor of any kind.” He paused. “So tonight, I would like to give
you a bath.” He could hear her breathing pick up. He knew she was
worried about what ‘give you a bath’ probably really meant.
Although he hadn’t seen her naked, yet, Liam had used restraint
before. It wasn’t like he was walking hard on, always looking for a
hole. He knew he could wash her, shave her legs and keep his hands
from wandering.
“Don’t worry, little one.” He touched her hand. “I’ll be a very
good boy.” He knew his comment didn’t relax her mind at all. He got
up and started the bath water. Norah sat alone and didn’t move. He
came in behind her and forced her to stand up.
“I would like for you to test the water.” He took her by her
hand and led her in the bathroom. He sat her in a chair beside the
tub and moved her hand under the faucet.
She quickly snatched it away. “Too hot?” he asked. She
nodded. “Answer me please,” he huffed.
“Yes sir.” He adjusted the water, and moved her hand under
it again. “That’s good,” she said. He plugged it in, and let it run.
While the bath filled up he watched her fidget in the chair. When it
hit an acceptable depth, he turned off the faucet.
“Do you want me to undress you, or do you want to do it
yourself?” he asked.
“Can I take off my mask?” she asked. Before he could say
anything, she spoke again. “Please, I can’t see anything. I hate not
knowing where I am. I feel like I’m not in control.” He leaned in close
to her. “You’re not,” he breathed in her ear. She was wearing a
summer dress so it would be easy to undress her. He turned her
around and unzipped it, pulling the straps off her shoulders and
letting it drop to the floor.
All she had on was a pair of white underwear under the
dress. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. Her
skin was so smooth and tan. He stopped at her hips and grasped her
panties. He heard her suck in a breath, and he did too. He pulled
them down her hips and knelt down so she could step out of them.
He stood back up and admired her backside. It looked just as smooth
and tan. He wanted to touch her so badly, but knew he couldn’t. He
took her hand and helped her step in the tub, keeping his eyes
closed. Liam wondered why he closed his eyes when she turned
around. Respect maybe? If this girl was going to be here with him, he
hoped intimacy would eventually happen. Only with her permission
of course, but Liam had every confidence in his skills to charm her.
So if he thought this relationship would probably end up as a sexual
one, why not look now? It wasn’t like she could even see if he was
looking at her or not. She sank down in the tub, and the bubbles
covered her body. She moved her nose like ‘I dream of Genie’, as
some of the suds hit her face.
“I guess I over did it on the bubbles huh?” he laughed. She
sneezed, then she actually laughed too. Catching herself, she
covered her mouth. “I’ll let you wash yourself, little one.” He handed
her a lofa. She ran it over her body and he watched. She used her
hands to wash her face, and ran her fingers under the mask. When
she had cleaned herself, generously, Liam stood up and went to get
the razor. “Prop your leg up on the side,” he instructed. He knelt
beside her and tried to get in a good position, but couldn’t. “You’re
going to have to stand up.” He helped her stand, and his pants got
tighter as he saw her wet, soapy body standing in front of him. The
suds slid down her body, and he couldn’t take his eyes from her. He
let her balance herself using his shoulder, and she propped her foot
on the side again. He tried to concentrate as he shaved her leg from
