I was a good slave.
I think.
I don’t know now, though. Sir hadn’t used me. Was I not healthy enough? Or did he like to play mind games and want me to be one hundred percent physically healthy to deal with what he wanted from me?
Why couldn’t he just be like the men before and take what he wanted already? Why was he waiting? Why? Just..why? Why couldn’t he let me die, and I wouldn’t even have to be here?
Sniffing as quietly as I could, I blocked off all the thoughts that ran through my head. They had no right to be there. Ever.
The two men talked for a few more minutes, their voices going right through me as I fought with my emotions and thoughts. Sometimes, when it was the worst time, my emotions got the better of me. If only I could keep it all turned off day and night. If I had to choose, I’d rather fall apart during the times I was alone. It was easier then.
One would think that after everything, I wouldn’t have hardly any more tears left to shed.
So lost in thought and trying to fight the impending tears and who knows what else, I yelpedas a pair of hands cupped my face. My eyes jerked to Sir’s gaze before dropping.
“I’d ask what’s wrong,” he said, letting one of his thumbs wipe away a tear that fell. His voice was quiet as he knelt in front of me. I should be the one kneeling, not him. “But I know you won’t answer.” He ended with a sigh. I swallowed back the tears that clogged my throat, refusing to meet his gaze again.
He stayed there, holding my face for a few seconds. I had no clue what he saw in me to keep him there. I was nothing more than a breathing thing.
After what felt like forever, when really it was a matter of minutes, Sir dropped his hands and stood. Then, he held his hand in my line of sight.
“Come on, boy.”
Slowly, I placed my hand in his, letting him pull me off the couch and towards the bedroom.
Was he going to use me now? Was he going to take me every which way from Sunday? Was-
“Strip.” My thoughts were cut off instantly.
I pushed my pants and underwear off, then removed my shirt over my head. In a matter ofseconds, I stood before Sir, naked. A shiver wracked my body, and tears fell.
As I took off my pieces of material, Sir moved around the room. He turned down the bed, closed the curtains, and then left me where I stood to go to the bathroom. He was back soon enough, wiping my face with a warm wash rag.
All it did was cause the tears to fall more.
This torment was worse than just being taken. At least with the men before, I knew what to expect. Here, I didn’t know what or when things would happen. I wouldn't say I liked the uncertainty. I loathed the unexpected.
Sir sighed, this one deeper and louder than before. Without thinking, I fell to my knees, putting my face at his crotch. Before he could say anything, my hands went to his pants, undoing the button.
“What-what are you doing?” Even though he had to know exactly what I was doing, he didn’t step back.
With practiced ease, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to see his thickening cock. I took a moment, looking at it as the thing twitched.
“No.” The one simple word someone of his authority didn’t use towards me, not for sexual things at least, made me freeze and my gut sink.
If he didn’t want me for that, then what the hell was he keeping me for?
He took a step back, pulling his pants back up. “You are going to take a nap.”
What?
“Get in bed.” Scrambling, I got in bed, laying on my back, eyes closed and arms at my side. My eyes flashed open as the blankets were lifted up over me. “Take a nap.” Sir seemed like he had more to say but instead turned his back and left the room.
I stayed lying right there for a few low minutes, confused. Eventually, I turned to my side, pulling my legs closer to my body and letting the tears flow.
Chapter 11
Dakota
