Chapter 7
Dawn
The thumpingof a heart reached my senses as I slowly woke up. My cheek was pressed against Elijah’s chest that, at some point during the night, I had decided to use as a pillow. His breathing was slow and even as he slept. I think that was one of the most peaceful night’s sleep I’d had in years. I was warm, comfy, and surprisingly refreshed. I almost didn’t want to wake up and facereality.
When I was rented, the rooms that did have beds were not used as a place to sleep. If I was lucky, the men would pass out after getting their fill and I would lie there, unable to sleep as the sounds around me would continue. It was almost worse than the dark and quiet when I was locked away. I never knew what might happen to me if I fellasleep.
I had no idea how long I dozed, lying in Emily’s lap, before Sir came back. I couldn’t recall what was said between the three, but Elijah seemed worried, or maybe angry, when I saw him in front of me. Despite whatever he felt, he picked me up and carried me up to his room, where I expected him to either leave me or have his way with me like Morgan and the other handlers always did. I felt so weak andtired.
I had asked, almost cried, even, for the man to stay, even with the risk of him hurting me in any way, just so I didn’t have to be left alone. I wasn’t able to deal with the panic-filled memories I knew would take over if I was left alone again. He surprised me by getting into bed and pulling me to his side, instantly soothing my nerves. It hadn’t taken me long to fall asleep wrapped in hisembrace.
I hid my feelings for so long, refusing to allow myself to feel anything at all, knowing it would hurt worse. I hated it, but if I wanted to survive those cages, I couldn’t do anythingdifferently.
Glancing down, I saw the comforter tented a little at Sir’s crotch. Feeling a little brave, I wanted to show the man I was thankful for everything so far: warm clothes, a bed where I could sleep, and good food. I gently and slowly moved my right hand down to his dick. Sometime during the night, he’d shed his pants and only had thin boxers on, where his tip was pokingout.
Slowly, as not to awaken him, I pushed the material down around him. I then made my way down his body so I could use my mouth on him, leaving the covers over my head. The warm, stifling air was nothing I couldn't handle. He smelled so good, a mix between some kind of cologne, soap, and the musky scent of a clean man. Normally, the men I serviced were filthy, grime embedded in their skin, the scent of stale sex and body odor rancid. Sir wasdifferent.
Wanting to surprise him, I sucked on the tip before taking him fully in my mouth. He was very hard and thick by then. I sucked on him, swiping my tongue underneath on the vein, making him arch up and slide down my throatsome.
Pulling back a little, I tenderly nibbled him before taking him in my mouth again, making him moan deep in his chest. I smiled, because for once in my crappy life, I was happy and content. I hummed against his member, and his hand grabbed my head, fisting my hair but not too hard. Most men never cared if they hurt me, and I had grown used to the pain—almost craved it, somedays.
“Oh, fuck,” Elijah moaned as I released him and sucked on the mushroom head of his cock again. He quickly used his other hand to pull back the blanket. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. I could tell he wasn’t sure what to do: demand I stop or let me continue. His face was controlled, but his eyes shone with pure want andlust.
Quickly before he could decide, I took him all the way in my mouth. He was so long he hit the back of my throat. I moaned around him, liking the hardness of him. I had never before liked to give blow jobs, but I would do it every day for this man, if he’d allowme.
Elijah’s hand tangled in my hair, giving into my ministrations and letting his bright blue eyes close as he took deep breaths. I moved my hand into his boxers and played with his balls, rolling them softly. He muttered a soft “fuck” as he exploded down my throat. I gladly swallowed everything he gaveme.
Pulling me off him, he was breathless but spoke with authority. “Come back up here.” I obeyed, hoping I wouldn’t be introuble.
“Not that I can complain to such a great wake up call, but you didn’t need to do that,” he said once I was back up near the pillows. “But, that was the best blow jobever.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice, Sir,” I whispered, near tears. Was I introuble?
“Oh, sweet girl, you are going to be hard to resist,” he mumbled as he kissed the top of my head. “I think you should get ready for breakfast. We have a few things we need to talk about—like how I expect you to act aroundhere.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, not knowing how to respondotherwise.
Slowly making my way off the bed and to my room across the hall, my fears grew. I didn’t know what would happen. Would I be punished? Would he make me go back to Master Galvin andMorgan?
After taking a shower and getting dressed, I made my way down to the kitchen. My nerves were finally calm, knowing that if I had survived this long, I could make it through whatever he had in store forme.
On the table sat two steaming bowls of oatmeal. He already sat with a bowl, watching me as I entered and took my seat. He didn’t say anything as I began toeat.
“Why were you in such a panic last night?” he began, his voicesoft.
I remained quiet, pretty sure he already knew why, and not wanting to voice my fears. I wasn’t a child and shouldn’t be afraid to be left alone for any length of time. Galvin enjoyed punishing me for little things, no matter what it was. I hoped Sir wouldn't do that tome.
“Answer me, Dawn, and please be truthful,” Elijah said as he stared at me with those brown eyes. “What made you so afraid? Was it because you were alone, or because you didn’t know what todo?”
“Both, Sir,” I whispered, trying to look anywhere but at the man across from me. I didn’t want him to see how upset I was. I could hardly see through mytears.
“Dawn,” he warned, his voicehardening.
“I don’t like to be alone, Sir. Master Galvin liked to leave me alone for days at a time. He would punish me with the dark and being alone. No one would come and feed me.” I spoke quietly, feeling ashamed of myself for my weakness. “And . . . I didn’t know what you wanted me to do, Sir. Morgan and the other men would tell me exactly what they wanted me to do, all of the time, unless they were trying to trick me.” By now, tears slowly fell down mycheeks.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t clear about what you could have done. I should have waited until Zack arrived before I left you here to your own devices,” Elijah said. “I know I should have gone over the rules before now, but you were sick and I didn’t feel like you would be able to stay coherent long enough for me to doso.”
I looked up at him, and I could see that he truly was sorry. I wasn’t sure how to take that, as no one had ever apologized to me when I was with MasterGalvin.
