Page 41 of Slave

Brianna

Over the next two days, a pattern started to form. Although my days varied, my nights were very much the same. When Master came home, I would be waiting by the door for him. After a brief greeting, he’d disappear into his bedroom while I put the food on the table. We’d eat dinner together, mostly in silence, and then we’d retire to the living room and his chair.

Every night when he’d have me sit in his lap, it was the same. First, he’d ask me about my day, what I’d done. Then he’d tell me about his.

I learned a great deal about him. The Coleman Foundation raised money to help those who couldn’t afford medical treatment. They used the money to set up funds accessible through local hospitals. Master even told me several stories of how the money from the foundation had saved lives.

It was one more thing about my new Master that didn’t add up. I couldn’t see how a man who helped people every day could be like Ian. But he wasn’t like Ian, except for the fact that I was his property. I was beyond confused.

On Tuesday, he’d asked me about Brad and the fitness routine he’d set up. Wednesday, it was about the veal I’d made. Master always found something to question me about, and he expected me to talk. It always felt strange getting those first few sentences out, but after that it was easier.

And then he’d always end our talks with a kiss. Monday and Tuesday he kissed me. But then last night he’d asked for me to kiss him again. I’d still been nervous but not nearly as much as last time. His lips were familiar to me now.

Tonight would be different though. He’d called me during his lunch, on the cell phone he’d gotten me, to let me know he’d be home around four and to be ready to leave when he arrived. Master didn’t give me any details, but I had a feeling we were not only going to Lily’s tonight. None of that mattered however. I would do as he asked and be ready when he came home.

I walked out of the room I’d been given just after four, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a deep purple blouse. It was dressy, but not too fancy since I’d chosen to wear more casual flats. Taking a final look in the mirror, I took my place on the floor and waited.

Less than five minutes later, the lock turned in the door and Master entered. I heard some movement as he set something down on the floor, and then he walked over to me. “You may stand, Brianna.”

I stood up and closed my eyes as his hand found my hair as it always did. It was so strange how much I liked this moment when he came home. His fingers came down to lift my chin, and I raised my eyes to meet his. Something seemed to float behind the surface as he looked at me, but soon it was gone.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good,” he said, already moving us both toward the doorway. “We have a stop to make first.”

I would have never guessed this was where we were going in a thousand years. He maneuvered his car into a front parking spot at the DMV. Master seemed to sense the unspoken question of my thoughts and answered, “You need a license. We will just say that yours was lost and get a new one printed.”

He made it all sound so simple, and as it turned out it was. Master walked up to the window with me and handed the woman several pieces of paper. I didn’t see what they were until she gave them back, my birth certificate and a copy of my school records complete with photograph. After that, she asked me a few questions covering my height and weight, had me sign a piece of paper, and took my picture. It took until almost five thirty for everything, but in the end I once again had my driver’s license.

As we got back in his car, I continued to look at the picture staring back at me on the shiny new license. It was me, but yet it wasn’t me.

I knew that didn’t make any sense since it was me, but I seemed different somehow. The picture on my old license had been of a sixteen–and-a-half-year-old girl who, while so happy to be able to drive, was also still dealing with the loss of her mother. This woman looking back at me now lacked the innocence of the other. She could pretend the world was good and wonderful. I could not.

Glancing over at the man sitting beside me, I once again tried to figure out his motives. He was a contradiction that I couldn’t figure out, and I didn’t know that I wanted to anymore. If I was supposed to spend the foreseeable future with him, I would not complain or worry. He was my Master, and I was his slave. I was okay with that.

Stephan

Brianna had slowly begun to relax over the last few days. She still had her moments, but they were becoming less frequent. It was so hard to believe that this was the same broken woman from two weeks ago.

But she was. I had to remember that every single second of every day. Mostly, I tried to keep things predictable for her, and it seemed to help.

I wanted her to trust me, and selfishly I needed some form of physical contact with her. As a result, I’d arranged it so that when we’d talk each night, she would sit in my lap. Amazingly, it seemed to be working. My touch had calmed her in the past when we’d been outside of my home, but now it seemed to have the same effect inside.

However, feeling her on my lap and not acting on my instincts was difficult. I continued to settle for kissing her at the end of each night when what I truly wanted was to explore that body of hers. I knew it was wrong, which was why I had taken to ending every night this week in my shower. My nightly solo sessions were not enough, but they had to be for now. She was still scared of me, and I would not have any sexual relationship we might have be based on that.

As we pulled up to Logan and Lily’s condo, I began to wonder once again how Brianna would react to my best friend. He was usually very good at reading people, so I was hoping he’d find a quick way to make her feel at ease.

I walked to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door for her. She got out slowly, and I knew she was nervous. I lifted her chin to make her look at me, and brushed my lips gently against hers. “These are friends. You do not need to be afraid.”

Brianna nodded and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

I stepped back and guided us inside the building and into the elevator. I pulled her closer to my side as I pressed the button for the top floor. To anyone on the outside, we would look like a normal couple.

The doors opened, and we walked down a short hallway until we reached a door with two decorative steps in front. I knocked, and in less than a minute the door opened revealing a very excited Lily.

Lily was no longer in work clothes but had donned a little black skirt and frilly tank top. She managed to pull off the dressy casual look well, even with her current bare feet.

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