Consumed (Keeping her in the Dark) (10 page)

I picked up the book and saw it was her favorite. The hand
written note on the inside made my skin crawl. One of the cards was from a
florist.
He was sending her flowers? What the fuck was going on?
I stood
up and slammed the drawer shut. I went back out to leave and stopped at Kim’s
desk again when I saw Norah’s shoes.

“Where did you get those?” I pointed to them under her desk.
“Oh, I found these upstairs in the banquet hall. They aren’t mine, and they
don’t fit.” I bent over to pick them up. “They belong to Norah. Why would she
take off her shoes? Why would she take off her shoes?” I asked twice maybe
hoping to get an answer.

“She was upstairs picking up trash, maybe she took them off
while she ran up and down the stairs.” I ran up the stairs and walked around
the room hoping to get some answers. Kim followed me.

So I asked her the question I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer
to. “Did a very tall man with dark blonde hair ever come to see her?”

“You mean Nick Meyers?” she asked and his name gave me
chills. “Yes. Nick Meyers.” I was talking through my teeth. “Yeah, they had
lunch a few times and he sent her flowers. I was kinda jealous of her. She had
two very strong and handsome men at her beck and call.” I ran my hands over my
face and down my neck. “Where are the dumpsters?” I asked.

I paced back and forth in front of the dumpsters. So this
was it. Norah had left me and she had left me for Nick Meyers. I didn’t know he
was even in the picture. I didn’t know she had even talked to him outside of
that night at the dinner party when he called her a whore.

Why would she leave me for him? How could I have fucked this
up so badly that she ran into the arms of Nick Meyers? I ran my hands over my eyes.
The sun was bright and glaring at me.

 I jerked my head around trying to a keep a shot of light
from shining right in my eyes. Something was blinding me. Something was
sparkling on the ground, maybe a mirror and the sun was reflecting it right in
my face. I rubbed my eyes and saw the reflecting object on the ground, only it
wasn’t a mirror. I walked to it and bent to pick it up. It was a cell phone. It
was Norah’s cell phone. Why was Norah’s cell phone out near the dumpster? I
walked back inside with the phone in my hand. And Kim stopped me before I
walked out the front.

“Liam, I just wanted to explain something to you.” I turned
to face her. “She wasn’t having an affair with Nick Meyers. She didn’t even
like him.” This interested me. “She never wanted to have lunch with him, he
always just showed up and kinda muscled his way in the door. She gave the
flowers he sent to her away, and they even had an argument upstairs….” She was
still talking but I wasn’t listening anymore.

“They had an argument? About what?” I asked.

“I think he was trying to woo her and she wasn’t interested.
He didn’t like it.” I liked that answer. Not that he was trying to woo my
girlfriend, but that she wasn’t interested. “He showed up uninvited for lunch?
Gave her unwanted flowers? And argued with her about her not being interested
in him?” I paused and walked around the room a little bit.

Nick Meyers is a cocky asshole. He’s almost as cocky and
arrogant as I am. He has never been happy with his place in life and always
wanted whatever I had. He finds out through common channels that ‘my purchase’
from the auction has made me a one woman kind of man, and he propositions her
at a public function where I knock him out. Somehow he finds out where she is
working and immerses himself in her life. He demands unrequested lunches, and
sends her unwanted presents. After a fight where he tries to convince her to
leave me, she disappears. All the while she keeps this from me. Why did she
never tell me? Why wouldn’t she tell me he was bothering her? I would have
kicked his ass, had him arrested for harassment and made her work in my office
with me!

And then it all came crashing down. She hid this from me so
she could keep working. She knew I would make her quit. Nick wanted her. Nick
is crazy and entitled. No shoes, no phone, and she hasn’t called or made
contact with me. I dropped to my knees and held my head in my hands. Nick
Meyers has Norah! Nick Meyers has taken her from me!

I hadn’t had a shower in days,
although I wasn’t sure exactly how long. The blanket I slept on was giving me a
rash on my butt and the collar around my neck was giving me a bruise.

Nick walked in and I knew it was decision making time. He
would make an offer and I would have to refuse. He would tell me I could have
something I wanted like a shower or toothbrush if I let him do something to me.
It wouldn’t sound horrible. It would just be a kiss or a feel maybe, and it
wouldn’t sound like much compared to finally having a shower. He never made it
sound bad and it was always tempting.

“Good Morning, Norah. How are you feeling?” He always looked
smug. “I have a proposition for you.”

“I’m sure you do.” I was laying on my back and trying to act
very disinterested. But whatever he had with him smelled wonderful.

“I have a nice fluffy white towel and all the toiletries
needed for a hot shower. I have a hair brush, tooth brush and tooth paste. And
I have underwear, cotton pants and a shirt for you as well.” I didn’t move. He
had offered all of these things before, not at the same time, usually one thing
a day. But I never liked the tradeoff.

“I can see your excitement. But this morning, I would like
to sweeten the deal.” I rolled my head to look at him. “You can have everything
I just mentioned and a breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes and orange juice.” He
moved and I saw a folding table behind him with what I assumed was the food he
just listed. There was a chair and I could see utensils and everything. This
was very tempting. Real food. Not the oatmeal I had eaten 3 times a day for the
last few days, out of a bowl without a spoon.

Actual orange juice instead of the tap water I was given to
drink out of what I assumed was a dog bowl. I rolled to my knees and tried to
get the kink out of my neck. This collar was a bitch to wear.

“I get a shower, real food and clothes to wear….in exchange
for what? Anal sex?” I gave him a cocky grin. He smiled a little and snorted.

“Now Norah, I haven’t asked you for anything like that...”
then he dropped his smile and his eyes turned cold… “…not yet anyway.” He took
a couple of steps toward me. “I have been very polite and only asked for small
things from you. For today’s offering I am only requesting that you agree to
sleep in the bed with me.” He lowered his head, smiled, and then raised it
again. “After you shower of course. You can have a nice breakfast, hot shower,
and comfortable clothes. I’ll even let you keep the chair and read book today.
I’ll give you a nice lunch and dinner, Norah…and all you have to do is sleep in
the bed with me. I won’t violate you or do anything unwanted. You can even wear
a night gown, if you want.” He stopped talking and I lowered my head to think
about his offer. “Come on, Norah. Sleeping in my king size bed, with soft
sheets and big comforter, has to be better than sleeping on the dirty ground,
nude with a chain around your neck.” I stood up to show him that my being nude
didn’t matter to me.

“Well if those things were the only things in your bed, it
would be better. But you’re not here with me on the dirty ground now are you?” He
walked until he was right in front of me. His body was about an inch away from
mine. He was fully clothed and I was completely naked, but he still didn’t
touch me. He towered over me but that didn’t stop me from looking him right in
the eye.

“Sleeping next to me is worse than on a dirty floor? You
would rather have your oatmeal and collar than good food and a soft bed.” I
didn’t say anything.

“I’m talking about sleep, Norah. I haven’t touched you,
except to put the collar around your neck. We would sleep and that’s it. We
would sleep in the same bed.” I still didn’t say anything.

He backed away. “Fine have it your way. Your oatmeal is on
the floor.” He opened the door to the room and brought in my bucket and roll of
toilet paper. He took the food out and paused for a moment at the door. His
back was to me. “How long did it take Liam to break you, Norah?”

“Who says he ever broke me?” he turned to look at me. “Maybe
I broke him.”

***

He stopped making offers for the
next few days. He stopped talking to me at all. He came in with the 3 bowls of
oatmeal and my bucket, but never said a word.

 I was sure he had no idea how Liam had truly broken me, but
I was determined solitude wasn’t going to work this time.

Just when I had started getting use to the loneliness he
came back. He was very abrupt. The door opened and closed. He walked to me and
pulled me off the floor. It was the first time he had touched me since I got in
this dreadful place. He unlocked the collar around my neck and dropped the
chain to the floor. I almost tripped when he pulled me out of the room, down
the hall and into a bathroom. He shoved me down to sit on the toilet. The lid
was down so my ass didn’t splash in the water. I looked up at him awaiting an
explanation.

“I have decided to take a new course of action with you,
Norah. I don’t believe in going down the same road for 100 miles and then
admitting I’m lost.” He crossed his arms against chest and leaned against the
door frame. “Treating you like a dog isn’t working, so I am taking you out. I
need you to shower and clean yourself up.

When you are done I will have some clothes for you to put on
as well. I’ll be waiting, don’t take long.” He dropped his arms and closed the
door.

The shower felt amazing. I washed every crevice of my body 4
or 5 times. I wasn’t sure how many days I had been with him, but it had been
way too long since I was clean. I washed my hair twice and let the conditioner
sit while I shaved everything. I held the razor in my hand and thought about my
time in Liam’s basement and how I got there. I ran my hands over the scar on my
wrist and blinked away the tears in my eyes thinking of the panic on Liam’s
face when he saw all the blood.

I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out to the steamy
room and wiggled my toes in the bathmat on the floor. When the steam cleared I
saw the counter was filled with lotions, hair products and makeup. Before I
could touch anything the door opened and Nick walked in. He handed me a black
thong and black tank top.

“Here, you can wear these while you make yourself pretty for
me.” I grabbed them from his hand and then put my hands on my hips.

“I thought I was pretty just like this, now you’ve hurt my
feelings,” I was snide but I sensed an arrogant know-it-all like him would get
off on that kind of thing. He stepped a little closer to me and pulled the
towel from my body. “Oh, I do think you are more than pretty just like this,
Norah. But we are going out so you need to dress yourself up.” He moved me in
front of the mirror and stood very close behind me. I could feel his body
against mine. He was touching my shoulders, and with his height he had to lean
down to talk right in my ear.

“You’re outfit will be black and made of leather, so I would
go with dark makeup, maybe the smoky eye look.” He winked and then started out.
“I would also highlight the curls and wear your hair down.” As he closed the
door behind me, “I like the long curly hair, Norah.”

I stepped out of the bathroom about 45 minutes later having
slathered my body with delicious smelling lotion, defusing my hair into long
wavy ringlets, and covered my face in black and gray seductive and smoky
makeup. He stood in front of me and looked me over. Then before I could make a
smart comment he took my hand and pulled me down the hall. We passed 2 other
doors then went down 2 small steps and the hall ended. It opened up into a
large living room. The walls were white and decorated in black and white
photographs of men and women in very sensual and sexual situations. The
furniture was white, the coffee and side tables were glass and the lamps were
brushed silver. This was definitely the house of a bachelor. As I stumbled
through the room, I saw a left wall of windows with a huge balcony outside,
along with a city full of lights and sounds. Down further, where the wall of
windows ended I thought I saw the beginnings of a kitchen but wasn’t sure.
Before I could really see he pulled me up 2 more steps on the other side of the
room and we were standing on a small landing that I thought led to another
hallway because the entrance looked exactly like the other side of the room
where we had come from. But it wasn’t. It was a wall that separated the large
manly living room from what looked like a large manly dining room and the rest
of the kitchen I couldn’t see before. I took notice of the very dark almost
black wooden dining table and the white leather chairs that matched the white
leather furniture from the living room. The cabinets in the kitchen were white
and the counters tops were black granite. I saw a lot of wine bottles and off
the kitchen I saw what looked like another small balcony with a grill outside.
Wherever we were, we were high up.

“Are you done taking it in or would you like to stand here a
little longer?” I hadn’t noticed but I was leaning over the entrance to the
room and was actually peering around the corner. I stood straight up and waited
for him to move us. He grabbed my hand again and took me up some stairs in
between the 2 rooms.

When we got to the top we walked past a few open doors to a
bedroom, what looked like an office and a small workout room. Then I saw a set
of very large ebony wood double doors. He opened them and took us inside a very
large and manly bedroom. I assumed it was his, he seemed to like the large and
manly theme. He had more black and white sexual pictures of the walls but these
were more graphic. He stood in front of a large bed with rod iron bed posts and
black bedding. He made a gesture to the bed and I saw a leather outfit I
assumed was for me.

“I would like you to put this on and be ready in about 10
minutes. I will change in the bathroom.” He walked into the master bathroom and
left the door open while he changed. He came out in dark jeans and a black
t-shirt with a black leather jacket. My outfit was a little more revealing. I
wore a black leather corset, laced up in the back, which he had to help me
with, and black leather booty shorts. After he laced me up tight he handed me a
pair of thigh high leather boots. He assisted me and I saw a big smile on his
face as he zipped them up. Then he stood in front of me and again looked me
over.

“I think you have lost some weight this week.” His smile
made me want to smack him. Nick was more like Liam than I cared to admit. “It
looks good on you.” He ran his hand over my hip bone that was now poking out
under the corset. “I’m taking you to a party tonight, Norah. This isn’t your
typical party, however. There will be sex and a lot of it everywhere you look.
People will be talking and dancing like any other party, but they will also be
fucking and whipping each other. It won’t be in the corners or in back rooms,
but right there for all to enjoy. And at times there will be entertainment
provided. Scenes acted out in the main room.” He stopped and put a black
leather collar around my neck and we headed for the door.

We arrived at a very dark building about 20 minutes later.
He parked the car and came around to my side. He stopped me just as I got out.

“Let me make myself clear, because I don’t want any mistakes
on your part tonight.” He grabbed my chin, but I was already looking at him.
“You will not make eye contact with anyone here tonight. Keep your eyes lowered
to the ground unless I tell you otherwise. You will only speak when I tell you
it is appropriate for you to speak and you will address me as Master.” He took
his hand away and brushed some hair off my shoulder. “As long as you do as I
ask I will not force you to participate in anything you see happening at this
party. But I thought it was time you got to see my next course of action with
you.” He clipped a leash to my collar and pulled me inside. “And don’t even
think about telling anyone about our little situation. I think you will find
you are not the only kidnapped slave here and the ones who haven’t been
kidnapped, won’t care that you have been.”

I lowered my eyes as someone greeted him and then he
escorted us to another room. All I could see were shoes and legs. There were
both men and women, some dressed fancy, some in jeans and some dressed like me.
I stayed close to his side as he talked to several guests but he never made a
move to introduce me so I kept my eyes lowered.

We walked to another room that was very dark and had strobe
light flashing. I still didn’t raise my head, but I saw a cage with a few men
in it. They were wearing leather and very busy with each other. I saw a shadow
of what looked like a girl hanging in a swing and lots of people dancing. The
music was so loud I could feel the drums in my chest.

We walked to another room that just had beds, couches and
chairs all over it. They were all occupied. I heard whipping, slapping,
grunting, and moaning. I saw bare legs, women on their knees in front of men,
men of their knees in front of women as well as men with men and women with
women. A waiter offered Nick a drink and he asked me if I wanted something to
drink too. I almost raised my head but thought better of it. Then he touched my
chin and raised my face.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked again.

“Yes, thank you, sir. Nick…I mean Master.” He smiled and
took 2 glasses of champagne from the waiter. It was then that I was able to
take in the whole room. It was sex everywhere. I never realized how watching
other people was so arousing. Nick smiled and laughed as I drank the whole
glass down in one gulp. “See anything you want to try?” he asked. I gave him a
snide smile and handed him my empty glass.

We sashayed through three other rooms all with similar goings
on. I managed to get down 2 more glasses of champagne before I started feeling
a bit drunk. Then I realized with my diet of oatmeal and water and high heeled boots,
drinking 3 glasses of champagne probably wasn’t my best move. I laughed at
myself as I lowered and swayed a little.