Page 12 of Sire: On Your Knees

"How did we get here, Knovah girl?" I felt the tears warming my eyes before they formed. Tossing my head back, I tried to keep them inside, but they escaped out of the side of my eyes instead. I sniffled and returned to the bedroom.

Since Sire was gone, I went and put my pajama set back on. Why the fuck would I walk around here naked because he requested it? It was bad enough having to strip in front of him. The thought of having to do it for multiple men made me sickto my stomach. I would rather die than be exploited and treated like property.

Going to the sink, I was more careful as I cleaned the rest of the broken plate shards. I started running water so I could start on the dishes from breakfast. I could admit I felt a flutter in my core when I woke up to Sire cooking breakfast for us. After he had his face buried in my pussy, I allowed myself to entertain the idea of things changing.

"Ha, you knew better than that. Things never go your way, and life always gets worse," I ranted. I tended to talk to myself aloud, finding comfort in my own voice when I was alone.

Cleaning was also therapeutic for me, which was why I didn't mind this part of my captivity. It was the other shit that Sire wanted me to do that didn't sit well with my spirit.

My ass was still stinging from the spanking Sire had given me. I tried to contain my raging emotions, but it was hard to do when his actions made me feel like a scared little girl who anxiously waited for the next hit to come. When I escaped that toxic environment, I told myself I would never go back, yet here I was in a similar situation once again.

"I should've picked up a piece of the broken plate and stabbed him in the throat," I fumed with a heaving chest and watery eyes. While that sounded good, I knew I wasn't bold enough to kill someone even if they deserved it.

I felt like shit. Why couldn't I be treated like a decent human being? What was it about me that made people do their worst? I sobbed, thinking of all the pain I'd experienced at the hands of others, especially the ones who were supposed to care for me.

Sinking to the floor, I pressed my back into the counter. My arms went around my knees before my forehead dropped on top of them. A sob ripped out of me, mimicking the deep sorrow in my soul. Mindlessly, I began to twist my bracelet around my wrist. I missed my fucking sister. I wish it was her who got tokeep living instead of me. I considered just letting Sire kill me. At least then, I'd finally be put out of my misery.

After I got it all out, I quickly wiped my eyes. "Enough of that, Noonie. You're going to be okay. This shit is only temporary." I lifted my head and nibbled on my lip. I had to go back to the drawing board. I was out of ideas but knew I had to get away from that psychopath.

Standing, I went back to cleaning the kitchen. Once I finished there, I went from room to room until I was finished. I still was no closer to having a plan because I knew the next time Sire let me go to the club, he wasn't likely to let me out of his sight. I wasn't allowed out of the penthouse any other time.

"Maybe he has a weakness I can exploit." I liked the way that sounded but knew it would require patience. If there were more days like today, I wasn't sure how long I would last. "I need a damn drink."

Heading back to the kitchen, I began searching high and low for the booze. I huffed in disappointment because I was empty-handed ten minutes later. I finally started to understand why Sire was so uptight. He had no vices.

Giving up on my search, I backtracked to the guest bedroom. Digging under the mattress, I grabbed the notebook and pen I'd stolen from Sire's office while I was cleaning yesterday. Lying on my stomach, I flipped to the first page before I began spilling my feelings.

Only within the college-ruled lines did I find the courage to express everything I was feeling. My body still tremored when memories of Sire's lips on my skin washed over me. I felt his big hands exploring, groping my curves like they were made specifically for him.

I couldn't lie like I wasn't a little curious about Sire. Why was he so guarded and mean? He looked like a man with plenty secrets to spill. If he ever allowed me the chance, I'd be rightthere, eager to hear them all. And maybe if I was lucky for once, he'd give me another orgasm.

That feeling was one of a kind. My heart melted into my bloodstream thinking about it. His social skills sucked, but he could eat some pussy. I'd give him that because I was damn near feigning for another experience while hating him at the same time.Is that even possible? Could you want someone and hate them at the same time?

Leaning back in my desk chair, I watched Knovah lying across her bed, writing in the journal she stole from my office. She continued to surprise me. She didn't give a damn about rules and thought she was so slick. I was only allowing it because there was only so much she could do inside of the penthouse.

My fingers tapped along the arm of my chair as I admired the curve of her ass. I was curious to know what she was writing. Could there be something in there about me? What did she think about me? I hated that I even cared to know, but there was something magnetic about Noonie that I couldn't resist inching closer to.

She was tough but soft at the same time. I'd heard her crying in her room plenty of times, but she'd never allowed me to see that side of her... the one who worried about what her future held. I didn't want to care about her feelings, but I did. That's why I had to leave after realizing she was emotionally worked up earlier and terrified of me. Seeing that type of fear in her eyes didn't sit right with me.What happened to her? Did she have a lame ex-boyfriend who used to beat on her or something?

Loosening my tie, I inched lower in my seat. My phone began to ring on my desk, stealing my attention from the screen,but only temporarily. By the time I looked back, she'd tucked the journal back under her mattress then switched into the bathroom.

I saw it was my father and debated on not answering but decided to get whatever conversation he wanted to have over with now. "Hello?"

"I heard you brought a little guest to the club the other night."

I frowned. Somebody was running their mouth when they didn't need to be. I would find out who and make sure they never fucking spoke again.

"I want you to bring her to The Core for a chat."

Noonie came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. I licked my lips, wishing I was on the other side of the screen with her, exploring her supple skin. Remembering she was a virgin enticed me. All I could imagine was turning her into my little personal slut on her knees in front of me while I injected her pretty and plump lips with my seed. I could see her looking up at me with those innocent brown eyes, and I clenched my fist.

I forgot my father was on the phone until he spoke again. "JaSire."

I had a choice to make. I could be rid of her now by handing her over, or I could keep her locked away for my personal enjoyment for a little while longer. I had no explanation for my sudden interest in the woman, which made me feel like the only way to get to the bottom of it was to keep her in my grasp until I could figure it out.

"She escaped from the club," I finally replied.

He huffed. "More proof that you can't handle being the boss. You're too weak to do what it takes. How'd that little bitch escape?"

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