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always dressed as though he was at a party or going out for the evening, never casual or comfortable.
Except of course, the day we met. I jumped when he spoke.
Why are you covering yourself? I immediately looked down at the ground but did not move my
hands away from my breasts.
I m naked Master, I replied in a tremulous voice.
He set the tray down on the bed. You ve been naked in front of me before. Why are you suddenly
so modest? Drop your hands and come here. I dropped my hands, clasping them in front of me as I
walked toward him. He sighed when I reached him, brushing my hands away from my sex. Don t
cover yourself in front of me. It s ridiculous. I bit into my lip.
Yes Master. I said just above a whisper. I was in a very strange sort of mood. It s true, I was
pretty depressed, and who wouldn t be? Angry, scared, confused, lonely all had become customary
emotions. Yet today, I felt something else in addition to all these and against all logic I wanted Caleb
to understand. I wanted him to say nice things to me, maybe even hold me. Strange did not begin to
define my mood. I suddenly wanted to cry but instead stared at the floor trying not to think.
He sighed deeply, taking my face in his hands, I don t have a wealth of time to teach you how to
behave. I frowned at the cryptic words. What the hell does that mean?
I m feeling better, I whispered. Though I was sure my face said otherwise. My heart picked up
its pace as his soft, warm hands held me still. His face, those lips, were too close for comfort, or not
close enough. There isn t any reason I can t wear clothes again.
A few seconds passed, his blue eyes searching my brown ones. His mouth quirked, a slight mean-
spirited smile tilting up one side of his mouth. It was a smile I had come to know well. I d forgotten
to address him as master. I d issued what might have sounded like a command. I think I cringed and I
think it was what he had been waiting for.
I pulled away from him, instantly kneeling at his feet, hoping he would take pity on me and grant
my request. He reached for his belt buckle and my heart kicked into overdrive. I shook my head
furiously as I reached for his hands to hold them firmly in mine. Please don t hit me, I said in a
hoarse whisper. I wiped my face as tears fell. I m sorry Master. Please don t hit me.
He made a sound not unlike a laugh, but closer to an annoyed grunt and slapped my hands away.
Stand up, he said in a calm voice, but I only clung to his leg and wept. He sighed heavily, just
before he jerked his shirt out from his pants roughly, making quick work of the buttons. I don t know
what frightened me more, the thought of him beating me again or his undressing. He pulled me up by
my hair as a sea of dread washed over me. Take off my shirt. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the
moment piece by piece. I think I was stunned. His height brought me to eye level with his smooth, sun
kissed chest. His breathing, like mine, had picked up. Perhaps it had been a mistake to tell him I felt
better. Perhaps it had been the only thing keeping him at bay the last few days. Unable to do anything
but comply, I rested my hands on his shoulders, gently pulling the fabric back until it slid off of him. It
fell to the floor.
He took my face in his hands, wiping the tears from my face. You still think having some scrap of
fabric between us will protect you from me? I stared at him, imploring him with my eyes. Pick up
the shirt, he said. I knelt down slowly, still looking up at him as he held my face. I picked up the shirt
with my fingertips. Put it on. He gave me a huge smile as I put on his shirt. It hung down to my knee,
the sleeves hung just a little bit above that. We ll see, he whispered against my ear. I shivered.
While he turned to leave the room, to get another shirt I assumed, I let relief at not being punished
wash over me. I set about buttoning the shirt he d given me, surprised to acknowledge the way his
smell made my stomach flutter. His shirt, his scent, surrounded me. It was the first time since I d
arrived that his presence, pressed against me, brought me comfort. I indulged by raising both cuffs to
my nose and inhaling deeply. It wasn t a hug, but it was comfort just the same. I needed to get the hell
out of here before I lost my mind.
He returned sooner than I expected and without his shirt. My eyes were unable to look away from
all of his lean, well-muscled flesh, his tapered waist, the small trail of hair leading from his belly
button to beyond the waistband of his tailored pants. He set the wheeled cart and chair he d brought
with him near the door. My face crumpled, memories of that horrible night setting my entire body on
edge. I had no desire to reenact any of the events that transpired that evening.
But I said nothing and silently obeyed as he turned me around, locking my wrists together behind
my back. This time he d made sure I couldn t wrestle food away from him, not that I had any desire
to. I wasn t very hungry actually, just sad.
It was difficult to pretend I was hungry while still preoccupied by our earlier conversation. He fed
me breakfast as I knelt on the floor in front of him, my wrists locked behind my back. He smiled a lot,
but didn t he always. He was very cool, premeditated. I never doubted that everything he did served
some darker purpose, right down to that smile. I thought back to when he said he didn t have a lot of
time to teach me things. What was I supposed to be learning? When were we going to start? Did he
ever plan to let me go? Was I even going to live through this? He was a handsome man, no one could
deny that, so why? Why take women when he could obviously have them willingly? This was all
very Kiss the Girls. I turned my head when he tried to feed me more eggs.
Not hungry?
I shook my head. No Master.
Fine. I ll finish it for you.
I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to ask him important questions I knew he wouldn t answer. Each
question crouched on the tip of my tongue, trying to burst out of my mouth. I licked my lips, getting
ready to ask, when he spoke.
Lie down. My eyebrows knit together. What is so difficult to understand? Lie down. He put
his hand on my left shoulder as he lowered me to the ground by the chain he d attached to my collar.
I was slightly uncomfortable in this position. My bound hands put pressure on my tailbone and the
soles of my feet touched my buttocks. I struggled a little, but managed to pull my legs out from under
me to close them.
Do you have any idea how sexy that is? he said. I gritted my teeth and looked away. White
looks very good on you, I ll have to make a note of it. I m glad you suggested clothes. Seeing you
dressed makes me think of undressing you. However, I think this is a very good opportunity to make
you comfortable being naked around me, and it will afford me a pleasant view while I eat.
I pressed my knees tightly together but opened them when he pried. I still remembered my beating
quite well and had no desire to upset him. The room was silent with the exception of my heavy
breathing. I had never felt so exposed.
That s lovely, he inhaled sharply and when next he spoke his voice was thick, slightly hoarse,
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