So, I quietly moved about the house, trying to find anything to do to take up some of my time.
My pain wasn’t all that bad as long as I didn’t move too fast or wrong. I took it easy, slowly.
Sir wouldn’t let me help him out with his morning wood or in the shower at night, either. I wasstarting to think that alone was a punishment. No one ever denied the slave from helping out in such a way.
I also didn’t know what to think about my own dick, which had been hard as a rock this morning. It had been so long since he stood so tall after a night of sleep. I figured it forgot how to function without some help. Not that Sir cared one way or another. So I didn’t either.
Or I tried not to.
Just thinking about it made my dick try to twitch awake, but I grumbled down at it as I looked out the back door to the yard that had snow covering the ground.
I didn’t care much for the cold and was happy to stay inside, where it was warm and cozy. Sir kept it more than warm enough in here that I didn’t wear a shirt. I almost debated on not wearing the pants, but I didn’t want to press my luck.
If Sir wanted me to be clothed, then I was going to wear them. Summertime could possibly be a different story.
Maybe at one time, if things hadn’t happened the way they did, I’d have wondered how long Sir wasgoing to keep me. I’d have worried if he’d ever tire of me.
But I still wouldn’t be here if all the issues that have come my way were enough to push him away. He really wanted me. And Sir was going to keep me.
No one had wanted to keep me before. Not like Sir.
He saw me as something more than a slave. And slowly, over the past week, I started to understand why. He cared.
He made me want to be cared for. Sir made me want to feel things I thought I never deserved to feel. He wanted to know me, for me.
“See anything good out there?” Sir came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, chest to my back.
I was proud of myself for not being startled by his voice or touch. I shook my head in answer as I all but melted into his touch. I wasn’t sure how he got my body to do that, but he did.
I think I actually felt safe for once in my life. I wanted to hang on for as long as possible. Forever and ever.
“Can I please have something to do, Sir?” I asked, fearing the answer as much as wanting it. I kept my gaze out the window until Sir turned me to face him. I went willingly, my arms wrapping around my torso. I was torn between wanting to look at him and keeping my eyes down.
I was getting better at keeping eye contact.
“Does it bother you that much that I won’t let you do anything?” He asked softly, not at all upset.
“Yes.” Truth got me farther than any lies with this man. “I feel…” I didn’t know what word I was looking for.
“Bored?”
I nodded a bit too hard. That was what this strangeness was. I didn’t care much for it.
“I’ll make you a deal.” I finally lifted my head to look at him, hope shining through my eyes. “You can do one chore a day. Only one. No more than that.”
“Okay.” I could drag out some of the stuff to last longer if I tried. Plus, I wasn’t all that fast with still hurting if I moved wrong.
“If you accept a gift from me. Well, it’s three things, but two of them go together.”
I tilted my head to the side.
“I should have given it to you sooner. Meet me in the living room. I’ll go grab it.”
He stepped away, and I followed his orders—or rather, directions. I was learning he didn’t order me to do anything. I could tell him no, and he’d respect it as long as I told him why.
I tried that one time, just to see what he’d do. He wanted me to take a bath in the middle of the day because I was a bit more sore from not moving enough. I still took a bath, but he joined me because I told him I didn’t want to be there on my own.
Sitting on the couch, Sir was back in seconds. He took a seat beside me, placing two almost square boxes on his lap. Both were black.
