I sat forward when the man ordered me to. Then, with my eyes closed, he began to wash my hair. The suds rained over me as he rinsed the shampoo away.
I briefly wondered what the man thought of me. Then, on the same wavelength, I wondered what I was to call him. I couldn’t just keep calling him a man.
Other men didn’t care what I called them, but usually, it was just sir. That was only if I even answered. I never got names, and the men never stayed around long enough for me to learn a name: all but the one who trained me and the one who brought me food.
I briefly debated on asking what he wanted of me but thought better of it. I’d learn in time. I knew he’d use me just like the others. He’d want me to be the perfect compliant slave he bought.
Chapter 5
Dakota
My mind was awake before the rest of my body. I was almost too warm as I lay on the bed. I don't remember how I got there, but I was thankful that I had underwear on this time. The few times I was allowed to be on a bed, it certainly wasn’t a good experience. The beds before now weren’t comfortable or clean.
Breathing in, I let the fresh scent fill my nostrils before slowly releasing the breath. As I breathed air into my lungs, my ribs protested just enough to remind me exactly how useless I was.
I was definitely not being the slave I was trained to be. I hadn’t been used, yelled at, or hit yet.
Was he going to want to use me hard and brutally? Was he just wanting to make sure his slave was in perfect health before tearing me down again?
Most men liked to play games. They all did in some sort of way. This one wasn’t going to be any different than the rest.
Forcing my eyes to open enough to take in the room, the first thing I saw was the man, fast asleep on the other side of the bed. He laid on top of the covers on his back. A light snore passed his parted lips.
I let my eyes roam over his form. My fingers itched to trace the veins that were invisible to my eyes in the dull light of the rising sun. I tucked my hand into the notch between my knees to stop the urges from taking over. I grunted as I put just enough pressure on my cock, which still hurt from the inside out.
Swallowing against the noise, I let my eyes rise to the man’s face. As he slept, I took in the hair covering his face and into his hairline. Touches of white scattered evenly through the strands.
Maybe, in another life, this man could have been handsome. A nose that fit his face, slightly bent. High cheekbones and circles under his eyes that showed the lack of sleep he’s had.
It was a good thing this man was asleep because I’d never dare to look at him the way I was right now.
I dropped my eyes from his face before turning over as gently as possible. With the movement, Inoticed I had a heavier blanket over the top of me, which my legs got tangled in.
So much for trying to be quiet, I thought as the man shifted and grumbled out something I couldn’t understand.
I stilled, my heart beat too fast in my chest as the man moved more. I felt the bed give as he stood up. Then, his steps went around the bed and stopped right before me.
“I know you’re awake.” When I didn’t answer, he asked, “Are you in pain this morning?”
I shook my head.
“Let me know if you are at any point.” When I blinked at the repeated command, it was his turn to sigh. “Well, let’s get the day started.”
As he turned towards where the bathroom was, I slowly pushed my body from the bed. At the movement, my body instantly sparked with pain in places I had long forgotten about.
Ignoring the aches was more complicated than I remembered doing before. I ensured my legs could hold me before slowly following the man toward the bathroom. There, I found the door open, and he waspeeing in the toilet. Unsure of what to do, I stood just inside the doorway, waiting for orders.
“Brush your teeth, pee, and if you need a shower, get one.” I nodded at the order. Those, I could do.
My cheeks heated as the first streams of my bladder released, crashing into the water. I was thankful that he started the shower, or I likely wouldn’t have been able to pee at all.
The man, who really needed to have a name for me to call him, was in the shower, seeable through the glass door by the time I pulled down my boxers. Ignoring my body, and my thoughts, I simply stepped into the shower with him.
He made some sort of unexpected noise in his throat as I slipped in, the water hitting my feet. I kept my eyes down, arms at my sides.
Mentally, I braced for whatever came next. Let it be a hit to the head, to a command to drop to my knees and take his cock. My eyes couldn’t help but glance at that part of him. Half soft, sticking up towards me as if it alone knew what its master wanted.
I gulped, quickly dropping my eyes back to the shower floor with just white tiles on the sides and bottom.
