Unwilling (3 page)

I paused. "What is your position here?"

"Kneeling," she said.

I laughed. "I'm sorry, yes, you're kneeling. What is your role here?"

"Oh." She paused. "I am your love slave. For a month."

"And my servant."

"And your servant," she amended.

"There are rules," I told her. She didn't respond. "No lying. If I ask a question, you will answer it, no matter how personal it is. You will address me respectfully at all times. You will do whatever I order. If you break the rules, I will punish you. You will not enjoy being punished. Do you understand these rules?"

"Yes."

She managed to say it without sounding sullen.

"When you come here each
night, you will put your things away then kneel in front of me, waiting for my orders. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I walked around her. I'd never done anything like this before. Oh, I'd had plenty of women kneeling to me, but each and every single one of them had wanted to.

"Do you want to be here?"

She didn't answer. I walked behind her and spanked her ass with the switch. She flinched.

"Do you want to be here?"

"No," she said.

"Do you resent the deal I made with you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to share my bed?"

"No."

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"No."

Fuck. This had been a stupid agreement. I s
hould have taken the five grand.

"Have you eaten?"

"I had an apple."

I walked around her again.

"Can you cook?"

"Passably. Not gourmet."

"Go acquaint yourself with the kitchen. Make us a light meal, whatever you think we would both enjoy. Remembe
r who is going to be cleaning up
afterwards."

"What do I call you?" she asked. "I've heard dominatrix's like being called by a variety of names."

"Alexandra," I told her. "Nothing else."

"Yes, Alexandra," she said, rising to her feet. She looked relieved.

Fuck, what was I going to do with her? I had wanted to punish her for months of hell, and I had spent hours thinking about all the kinky things I had planned for her, if she showed up.

Fuck.

* * *

Melissa made dinner, pasta with a light sauce. She had found the asparagus and did a side dish. I sat in the living room, pretending to read, and pretended to ignore her when she came in to get me. She knelt down in front of me and said, "Dinner is ready, Alexandra."

I looked up at her.

Damn it, she was beautiful, and looking at her on her knees in front of me was making me hot. She looked scared but determined. I stood up and caressed her cheek gently. "Thank you, Melis
sa. Come, let us enjoy it."

I led the way to the dinette table, Melissa following meekly behind me. She had set the table nicely, and the food smelled wonderful. I sat down and told her, "You will serve us both."

"Yes, Alexandra," she said. I looked at her but didn't detect an ounce of sarcasm. She dished plates for both of us. "What would you care to drink?"

"Just water," I said. She retrieved water from the pitcher in the refrigerator
and poured glasses for both of us before sitting down at the table across from me.

We both ate quietly, although we were stealing glances at each other the entire time. Halfway through the meal I told her, "Everything is wonderful. Thank you."

She offered a wane smile but told me I was welcome.

"I have candles," I said. "In the linen closet outside the bathroom. There are candlestick holders all over the house."

"I'll get them," she said.

"No. Next time."

We finished the meal quietly. I looked across the table at her. She had her eyes lowered to her plate and refused to look at me. I studied her.

I had no idea what I was going to do now. There was a part of me that wanted to hurt her for how badly she had hurt me. There was a much bigger part of me that simply wanted her. But I wanted her willing, and she certainly wasn't that.

"Please clean up, Melissa," I told her.
"Then you may put your things away. After that you will find me." I paused. "If you are slow, it will annoy me. If you are sloppy, it will also annoy me."

"Yes, Alexandra," she said meekly. She got up immediately and began clearing the table. I watched her for a while.

I wanted her.

I hurried to clean up from dinner. I didn't know what Alexandra had planned. I hated kneeling to her, but she hadn't been mean about it. And she had been kind over dinner.

What would she make me do later?

I put the few leftovers away then washed and dried all the dishes. When I was done, the kitchen was cleaner than when I had started. I looked around once more to make sure I wasn't leaving her an excuse to become angry with me then headed to the guest room where my clothes were waiting for me.

I hung up or put away my clothes then wondered what to do with my cosmetics and related items. I looked in the bathroom and found an empty drawer. I stepped out and found Alexandra on the living room sofa with her laptop in her lap. I knelt down in front of her.

"Alexandra?"

"Are you done?"

"I had a question."

"What is it?"

"Is the empty drawer in the bathroom for me?"

"Yes," she said. "As you can see, I don't leave my cosmetics out, and I don't want you to do so either."

"Thank you," I told her, getting up. I put the rest of my things away then returned to the living room and knelt in front of her again.

"I am done," I told her.

She didn't say anything at first, but after a few minutes she closed her laptop and looked at me.

I was scared. I had no idea what she was going to do to me. But she had saved my job and done so very well. Vivien was ecstatic with the results, and I wasn't going to give Alex the joy of knowing I cheated on my deals.

"Thank you for looking nice," she said. "I appreciate it."

"You are welcome, Alexandra," I replied.

"How long will it take you to get ready for bed?" she asked me.

I gulped. "Five minutes."

"Don't be late. Meet me in the bedroom. Naked with your clothes hung up and everything completed you need before going to bed."

"Yes, Alexandra."

I fled to the bathroom. I quickly washed my face, brushed my teeth, and took care of my other needs. I ran to the spare bedroom, took off all my clothes, hung up the ones that should be hung up, and wondered what to do with the rest. For now, I stuffed them into one of the
suit
cases.

I arrived in the bedroom. She was naked and sitting on the bed. "Go out and turn off the lights in the rest of the house. Make sure the doors are locked. Then come back here and kneel."

My heart pounding, I did her bidding, returning to kneel on the floor in front of her. "Please don't hurt me, Alexandra," I asked her.
I was deeply embarrassed to be naked in front of her and almost as embarrassed to see her naked.

"If you do what you are told," she said. "I won't hurt you. At least not tonight."

"Thank you, Alexandra."

"Why do you hate me?"

"What? I don't hate you."

"Do not lie to me!" she yelled. "You've made it very clear you hate me. Is all this h
ate just because I'm a lesbian?
Are you that big of a bigot?"

"I was a bitch," I told her. "I didn't hate you. I certainly don't now. I don't know why I was a bitch. I'm sorry."

She sighed.

"I guess you have something to think about. I expect a proper answer sometime in the next few days."

"I'm sorry."

"So you've said." She paused. "You will give me a massage until ten PM. After that, you will slide under the covers with me and we will go to sleep. During the massage, you will talk quietly and calmly to me. I don't care what you talk about."

"I don't understand."

"What part wasn't clear? You agreed to be my slave. I believe giving back rubs falls under slave duties. Cuddling afterwards does as well."

"You aren't going to..."

"Going to... what?"

"Make me have sex with you?"

"Not tonight. Don't
worry;
we have 29 more nights after this one. Plenty of time to corrupt you." She paused. "Being gay is catchy, you know."

I looked up at her.

"There are oils in the nightstand," she said, pointing. "You may use them or not as you see fit. You will start on my back, but if you decide to pamper other parts of my body, that is fine."

"Yes, Alexandra," I replied.

I watched as she pulled the covers of the bed back then lied down, pulling her hair out of the way and getting comfortable. I stood up and walked around the bed to the nightstand, looking for the oils. She had several bottles of oils and lotions.

"Do you have a favorite?"

"I like all of them," she said. "Please do something about the light before you start."

I sniffed each of the oils, finding one I enjoyed. I put the rest of them away. I wanted a little light to work with, so I turned on the hallway light and turned off the bedroom light, then crawled up on the bed next to her. I poured oil into my hands, set the stopped bottle on the nightstand, and then began massaging her back.

I had to admit. She had a nice figure. I hadn't paid attention to her like this before, but now I couldn't help it, with her naked body lying on the bed next to me.

"You aren't talking,"
Alex
said. "And I get the impression you haven't done this before."

"I have," I told her. "Just not to a woman before."

"Make sure you get the large muscles across the lower back."

"I don't know what you want me to talk about."

"I don't care," she said. "Anything that helps me get to know you better. Talk about something you love, or where you grew up, or what you like to do. Anything."

"Growing up," I told her. "I spent a lot of time at my grandparent's cabin."

"I'd love to hear about it," she said. "I'm going to enjoy this now, so don't expect any more responses." I watched as she settled further into the bed.

I talked about the cabin, about growing up and learning to fish. I gave her the best massage I knew how.
Alex moaned appreciably from time to time. Still, I'd done everything I could to her back and only consumed half the time she'd ordered.

I leaned over her and said, "Do you want me to stick to your back?"

"Do whatever you would like if I were massaging you," she said quietly.

So I massaged her scalp for a few minutes, then moved down to her feet and worked my way up her legs. With five minutes left, there was only one part of her I hadn't massaged, her butt. I stared at it,
wondering if she expected me t
o, then skipped over it and went to her lower back, working the deep muscles for the last few minutes until ten.

The clocked turned ten just as I finished a story about snowmobiling in the winter.

I leaned over her and whispered, "Ten o'clock." She didn't say anything. I got up from the bed, put the oil away, turned out the lights, then crawled into bed with her, pulling the covers up over both of us and putting some distance between our bodies. We both lied there in the dark for a while, me too nervous to move. Then slowly she rolled over to face me.

"Thank you," she said. "That was very nice."

"You're welcome."

"Did you think about my ass?"

I laughed nervously. "Yes."

I heard the smile in her voice as she asked, "Did you think about massaging it?"

"Yes."

"Touching my ass won't make you gay."

I laughed again.

"Sleeping naked with me will."

I turned to face her. "I'm not afraid of gay germs," I told her. It was her turn to laugh.

She moved away from me a little bit. "Roll over and back up into me," she said. "I want to cuddle, but if you can't sleep, you can move away from me in a while."

So I did. She slipped one arm underneath my head and the other she threw over me, pulling me against her. We rearranged pillows and covers, and I felt her breath on the back of my neck.

It seemed like she fell asleep not too long after that. I lied there
for a while, considering the situation.

She hadn't been a bitch. Not even a little bit.

Eventually I slept.

I woke sometime in the middle of the night, surprised for a moment to find a strange woman in bed with me. I hadn't shared my bed with anyone in some time. We were spooning. I woke a little further and remembered it was Melissa.