I had to be good,I thought over and over.
Sir never thought I was good. ThetreatsI got were far and in between. So much so, that I didn’t even remember how I earned them. The books were mostly used for punishments anyway, even though I read them from cover to cover so many times over the years.
I didn’t stop to think as I fell to my knees next to Sabastian. It took everything in me to not tremble in fear as I waited for what he’d do.
Sir loved to keep me guessing at every turn. He’d pull me into a sense of false safety so many times, only to dish out the worst types of punishments.
Sabastian had yet to do anything like Sir, though, but it was all still a matter of time.
Was he waiting until I was eighteen to dish out the pain and torture? Would that even make a difference in the end?
I wasn’t looking forward to that day next week. I didn’t have birthdays anyway. So whatever Sabastian wanted, he’d get. Let it be my body or just time like we’ve been spending together this past week.
I jerked when a hand tangled in my hair. I held my breath, waiting for the pain of the strands to be pulled.
So many times, Sir had pulled hard, causing my scalp sometimes bled from the force. But Sabastian didn’t.
Instead, he scraped his fingers along my scalp gently as he shifted to sit up. “You do kneel very good, little one.”
I didn’t dare reply.
“I’m assuming Donny taught you other positions?”
Of course, that man did, I huffed in my thoughts.
Carefully, being mindful that there was a hand in my hair and could fix my position easily, I shifted enough to spread my legs further apart and leaned my upper body backward a bit. It put more strain on my lower back and calves to stop me from falling backward.
With this pose, I had to look up at Sabastian. I instantly closed my eyes against his heated look. The one glance was more than enough to see.
Tight jaw, as if he was holding his teeth together to keep himself from moving.
The hand in my hair was still loose, but his fingers stopped moving.
Truthfully, this was the worst pose for me to show off. It was the one that Sir loved the most, but the pain it caused me on the other hand wasn’t. I could feel my muscles already aching within a minute or two.
Sir loved to force me to stay this way until my body gave out. Then, he’d punish me for failing his stupid commands.
“Donny’s…done well.” Sabastian gritted the words out like he couldn’t decide if he was happy or not about that fact. “Rest pose.”
Letting go of a sigh, I maneuvered to kneel like I had before, knees together and head down. I rest my butt against the back of my feet, head down.
“How..” Sabastian cleared his throat. “How many poses do you know?”
“Four or five,” I breathed. There was more, but if Sabastian didn’t know of them, the better. Sir was creative, and not in a good way.
“He didn’t lie when he said you were nearly perfect.”
I was nowhere near perfect. Sir made sure to remind me of that often.
Choosing not to reply to that, I leaned into his touch. Maybe the small movement would remind him that his hand was in my hair.
So far, I didn’t mind this man’s touches. At least, not yet. I knew a time would be coming when his hands would cause me harm. But I didn’t think that was going to be tonight.
I had a feeling that come next week, that was all going to change.
“Can…I ask a question?” I glanced up at him, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. But it was something that had been bothering me since dinner.
“Of course,” Sabastian said, gently moving his fingers against my scalp again. Whatever thoughts he had seconds before were slowly clearing.
