“So, once you’re finished eating, you are to meet me in my office and we will go over the rules and punishments of this house. We will both agree on these rules and consequences together. I want you to be honest with me the entire time. Understood?” his eyes locked on myown.
“Yes, Sir,” I said. I was scared, but I also felt better, knowing I would be able to have some sort of guidelines to follow so I could do my best to not bepunished.
Elijah took care of his bowl before leaving me to finish my own food. After a few minutes and not able to stomach anymore, I took care of my own bowl, not caring if I’d get in trouble for wasting thefood.
By the time I made it to Elijah’s office, I could feel the onset of panic again. I really had no idea why I was so scared. Either Elijah didn’t know I was on the verge, or chose to ignore it, as he simply smiled at me when I entered quietly. He told me to take a seat in the brown leather chair he’d moved beside hisdesk.
His office was off the living room, with a set of white French doors; his space was clean and colored like the rest of the house. Elijah sat in a fancy officechair.
“Before we begin, I want you to know that you will not be in any trouble at all while we discuss things. I want you to be open withme.”
I simply nodded my head. I tried to stop my hands from shaking by folding them in mylap.
“First, I will start with what I would like you to do, since my hours at work are usually long, both day and night. I would like my laundry to be washed, folded and put away, along with yours, in a timely manner. I try to put all my dirty clothes in the hamper in the bathroom, but sometimes my clothes end up around the bedroom. Later, I will let you explore the house and figure out where everythingis.
“You don’t have to do any of it, if you don't want, of course. I just think that if you have something to do to keep your mind and body busy, then you won’t get lost in your mind and have as many panic attacks.” He paused then, waiting for me torespond.
“I don’t mind cleaning,” I said after a moment. “If it’s what you want me todo. . .”
“It’s not what I want,” he was quick to assure me. “It’s whatyouwant, Dawn. You never have to do anything, never lift a finger, or even see me, if you don’t wantto.”
He paused, letting that sink in beforecontinuing.
“I would like my bed sheets washed and changed at least once a week. I don’t expect the entire house to be spotlessly clean, but I do want my bathroom, the bathroom down here, the living room, this office and the kitchen to be cleaned, and kept clean as much as possible. I have guests who like to pop in without calling. It’s important that these more public rooms stay as clean as you can keepthem.
“On the nights I am home, I would enjoy having a nice warm meal made for both of us to eat together. I will be sure to let you know ahead of time, so you can get the meal prepared. Joslyn and Emily will be more than happy to help you if you need anything, of course. If you are hungry, at any time, you are free to eat or drink anything you want in thishouse.
“I also expect you to be polite to me and to anyone who comes in this house, and when you are out with me or my family. Rudeness will not be tolerated. Anything I say to anyone is never to be repeated to anyoneever.
“If you have any questions or concerns, you must always come to me at any time to ask me what to do. If I'm not here, you can ask Kaleb or Zak. They are the two exceptions to the not repeating anything rule. I don’t expect anything sexual from you in any way. I don’t want a repeat of this morning until I know you are stable mentally and physically. This is very important,Dawn.”
“But you liked the blow job,” I blurted out. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands as my eyes widened.Did I just say that outloud?
“Yes, yes I did,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair. His laugh was soft but full of humor. “I know you are used to being used and abused in many ways, but you will never be treated like that here. I will get you whatever you need, any desire or want, within reason. I will never take advantage of you like that. I will never expect you to provide me, or anyone else, withsex.
“You will be treated with respect—like a person. You arenota slave in this house, and I know my mother already considers you family. It is my job to make sure you are happy here. But I don’t require that type of service from you. We not in the type of relationship to take that step yet. Maybe someday we will, but not for sometime.
“Do you know anything about BDSM?” he asked, leaning forward again. He gently took my hands and held them in his biggerhands.
“No, not really, Sir,” Ianswered.
“I am a Dom—a Dominant. I like to control everything, especially sexually,” he said, making sure I was paying attention. “I will try my best to not overwhelm you, not with your history, but I do like order, and insist on having your respect. I will only give out punishments when—and that is a bigwhen—we play in a scene. I will never just punish you because you didn’t do what I wanted. That’s not how this relationship works; no relationship,actually.
“Some Doms like to use canes and whips, but I personally do not like them, therefore I will never use one as a tool of punishment onyou.
“If you disobey by being disrespectful, you will be given a warning to remind you. The second time, you will get a punishment, which most likely will be a simple spanking or a privilege taken away, such as TV, or reading abook.”
So, all he wanted was respect fromme?
That didn’t seem bad at all, not when compared to what I was used to. More often than not, I was kicked or beaten and left breathless until one of the men would roughly pick me up or drag me back to my cage. Of course, I didn’t want to push this man in any way, so I would make sure to do everything he wanted me to do, as best as Icould.
“I can be good, Sir,” I said, finally able to breathe easilyagain.
“I know you can,’’ he smiled tenderly. “Now, do you have any questions forme?”
“No, Sir,” I said, shaking myhead.
“Okay. In your free time,” he went on. “You are can read a book, watch TV, do puzzles, or anything else you may want to try. I will have Joslyn bring some books over that may be more of an interest to you than what I have here, since they're mostly history and a few BDSM handbooks, which you may become interested inlater.
“The reason I became a FBI agent was because I wanted to put a stop to what has happened to you.” I gasped, shocked. I hadn’t expected him to work for that type of work. ”And so it won't happen to others. It’s not the way of life anyone should be forced to live. That’s why I require my real last name not be said while in the company of certain people, and why you can't be allowed to repeat things you hear,” he explained. “But when it is just the two of us, you are free to ask me anything you’d like. I will always try to give you ananswer.”
“Okay, Sir,” Isaid.
“For now, how about you find a book to read while I finish typing up some reports? Then, we can explore the house,” he said, standing up and patting me on my knee. I stood quickly when he did, so he moved the chair back by theothers.
With wide eyes, I slowly made my way to the bookshelf, not really knowing what to read. I hadn’t been allowed to for over five years. I picked a random book, knowing I wouldn’t be reading much of it since I knew I needed to be alert and aware of my surroundings. It was so easy to relax here. I needed to be careful so I followed his rules and didn't break any of themaccidently.
Getting comfy on the window seat, I opened the book and attempted to read. The first few pages didn’t hold my attention. The clicking of the keyboard as Elijah typed was soothing in the quietness. Before I knew it, I leaned my head against the window and I fell asleep, not fearing any painfulsurprises.
