I followed the man down the wide stairs that led to an open entryway with more pictures, and a sort of western style table near the main doors. A few of the pictures were of nature: a tree in a dry field, mountains, and a sunset. I had never seen such artbefore.
“This way,” he stated, rounding the corner towards theright.
I came into what was a massive kitchen. It looked like it came right out of a showhome.
“Go sit,” he said, as he nodded towards the round oak table that seated four, and let go of my hand at the same time. The chairs were high backed and fitted with dark redcushions.
I walked slowly to the table. I didn’t dare walk faster than my body could handle on such weak legs. I knew it’d take a bit of time to becomestronger.
Elijah brought two bowls of steaming bean soup to the table, right as I sat down, along with a big chunk of toast. My stomach growled at the smell. Taking a little sip of the soup, I found that I liked the flavor. It wasn’t too salty like Iexpected.
I think I had just found one of my favorite foods ever—as long as this man made it, ofcourse.
“I have a list for you to look over tomorrow, once you’re more yourself. I don’t expect you to be up to reading it and thinking clearly right now with you still recovering. It will include a list of things I expect from you, along with a list of things I would like you to do, but are up to you if you want to do them,” Elijah said as we both ate. He ate much faster than I did, as I was trying to not make it look like I was starving, even though I was. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a decent meal likethis.
“I do expect you to be able to communicate with me on any issues or concerns you have. I know most of the things will take time and understanding on my part, but it’s all for you. Everything I do is to helpyou.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, keeping my eyes down. Why would he want to do things forme? Wasn’t I to do things forhim?
It was a weird concept, but one I thought soundednice.
“I also have a list of ways you will be punished if a situation calls for it. I know a little about what you went through. I can guarantee you will be treated with respect in this house and among my family and friends. I do not require any sexual services of any kind from you,” he continued. “Emily, my sister-in-law, will be a wonderful person for you to talk to. She has gone through somethingsimilar.”
“Emily?” I asked, more to myself than the man who sat across from me. I knew a girl named Emily. She was made to watch while I serviced a man because he had given her to Master Galvin as a ‘gift’. She had been a blubbering mess the entire time. Just thinking about it made meshudder.
“Do you know her?” Elijah asked, tilting his head to the side as he watched me for anyindication.
“I might. . . Sir,” I answered, glancing at him. “I didn’t know many others there, but a girl named Emily watched when I had to give a man a blowjob.”
“I see. . . Well, I guess we'll find out in a few days when she comes by,” Elijah said, not at all surprised by my words. “Are youdone?”
“I guess so, Sir,” I answered. I wished for more but was afraid toask.
“What about some TV then?” he suggested, standing up and taking the bowls and his to thesink.
“If it pleases you, Sir,” I repliedawkwardly.
“Okay, the ‘Sir’ thing is going a little too far. You don’t have to say it all the time,” he sighed, running a hand through hishair.
“Okay . . .”
Shaking his head, he led the way from the kitchen to the living room. The room had black leather furniture and a huge flat screen TV was mounted on thewall.
“Sit down wherever you want,” hesaid.
Elijah sat on the couch, watching and waiting for what I would do. I stood there, not knowing what place to pick. He had said this house would not be anything like I had previously known, but that didn’t help knowing where I should sit. I had always been told what to do, down tohowandwhereto doit.
Undecided and afraid of making a mistake, I made my way towards Elijah and knelt at his feet. It was the easier choice. Men always liked the girls to be on the floor. I hoped Elijah would be the same. I didn't want to make a mistake and be punished. I really would love to curl up in the big oversized chair with a blanket, or even sit on the couch nearhim.
He gently ran his fingers along my braided hair. As he moved his hand towards my chin, I couldn’t help but lean into his palm and close my eyes. His touch was so much warmer than the men who touched me beforenow.
It didn't makesense.
“Although I like you kneeling for me, little girl, now really isn’t the time,” he stated calmly. “How about you come up here and sit beside me.” He patted the seat next tohim.
I instantly stood, and sat on the couch. My body sank into the cushions; it was almost as soft as the bed. Elijah pulled me by my shoulders so I was leaning against him. I was amazed I wasn't scared. His warmth and old spice smell soothed my nerves. I felt a tingling of déjà vu. I couldn’t remember where, but I knew thatsmell.
Here, wrapped in his arms, I felt protected. It had been too long since I’d felt that way. I knew it wouldn’t last, even though I wanted nothing more than that for the rest of mylife.
