He didn’t say anything as he cleaned off my thumb and wrapped it with something white. The entire finger was wrapped, preventing me from being to suck on it for a while.
Although that was a good thing, my heart sank. It was the one comfort I had, and now that was taken away.
“Sleep now. I’ll be back later to check on you.”
Chapter 12
Oakley
A soft touch across my forehead woke me. The sun was bright, streaming into the room.
I didn’t want to wake up. My body was so tired, even though I slept most of the time, day and night. Unless Sir was wanting me, sleep was the only thing I got to have plenty of.
A whine left my throat before I remembered my place. Then, my eyes flashed open, coming face to face with Sabastian, who was kneeling beside where I lay.
“Time to rise and shine,” he whispered but didn’t take away his touch. “Breakfast is ready. Then I have to head out for a bit.”
All I could do was blink, trying to start my brain and body into motion. Maybe if he wasn’t touching me the way he was, my body would get the message that it needed to move.
“Five minutes, then I expect you to be downstairs.” Only then did he pull away.
I lay there until he was out of sight. It took more work than I could ever remember before to get my body out of bed. At least it didn’t take me long to use the bathroom and put on clothes.
A shiver wracked me as I slipped on a skirt, not sure what Sabastian preferred me to wear. The clothes he bought yesterday hung in the closet, tags all takenoff. It wasn’t much, but if he bought it, then I assumed he’d want me to wear them.
Thankful to find a new sweater, I slipped that on, too, even though I wasn’t cold. It was more for comfort, and right now, with my thumb wrapped up, I wanted something soft instead.
Going barefoot, I found Sabastian in the kitchen. He sat at the table, typing away on a computer. When he spotted me, he dipped his head towards one of the empty chairs that were closer to him.
This time, I didn’t need instructions to take a seat, pulling a bowl of oatmeal closer to me. The top was sprinkled with what smelt like cinnamon.
Happy to have something that wouldn’t aggravate me like last night, I slowly ate it, knowing better than to shove it into my mouth.
Thirty-six hours in this house, and other than last night, there hadn’t been any pain. No yelling or touching. Nothing like with Sir.
I knew it’d change, though. Sabastian bought me. Sirsoldme.
“Someone will pay a good penny for a sissy boy like you. One who cries, but follows orders. They’ll love to play with you. Use you.”
“Do you prefer to wear skirts over pants?”
The question pulled me from my mind. I weighed how to answer for a moment by taking another bite of the oatmeal.
“I’ll wear the things you want me to, Sir.” My words were spoken so quietly, I doubted he could even hear them.
“That’s not what I asked, Oakley.” At that tone, one deep in his chest, my stomach dropped. Not ableto eat another bite, I set the spoon down before clasping my hands in my lap tightly.
“I wear what you say I wear,” I repeated. I didn’t have an opinion, and even if I did, I knew better than to speak it. It didn’t bother me to wear the skirts, now that I had gotten used to them. The underwear that Sir wanted me to wear, on the other hand, wasn’t something I enjoyed or wanted to wear.
“Are you done?”
I nodded quickly, taken aback by the question.
Did I not answer it right? Was I to say I liked skirts over pants? Or the other way around?
“Upstairs.”
I was up instantly, my vision spinning for a moment before it cleared again. I tripped over my feet as I rushed from the kitchen and up the stairs.
