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Jewel
What wakes me is the feeling of my stomach growling. Apparently the smell of… oh my... is that bacon? The delectable smell of food has my body a little...hankerous if you will. I have been living off of shelter food so long, I forgot what home cooking looks like and apparently smells like. Finally taking a look around the room I slept in, I note that it is clean, pristine really, but devoid of any real life. I wonder if this is how he really is. Emotionally void. Clean and exact. Expecting but not giving. The minute my mind conjures it, I know it doesn't feel right. Last night, everything about him emitted control, but also, an emotion I can’t quite place. There is something about him that is evading me, but if his words and the power behind them are to be believed, I am going to find out soon.
Stretching, I look at the clock and realize somehow I slept through the alarm. I should have been awake ten minutes ago. Opening the door, I look around noting how beautiful everything is. Pulling the robe closed a bit more, I descend the stairs and follow the smell of the food to the kitchen, my stomach grumbles begging me to put something in it other than what it is used to. Walking into the kitchen, I stumble a bit not expecting to see a big black man moving around putting food and plates on the table. “Hello lost one. You hungry?” he asks me, still moving about.
“A little.” I respond, lying but feeling a bit self-conscious about how starving I really am.
“Help yourself. My name is Marvel. If you write down the things you like to eat, I will make sure to stock them.” he says so matter of fact like this my home. Not sure what to say, I grab a sausage, put it in my mouth and begin to walk away so I can hide the need to devour everything on this counter.
“Thank you.” I say, turning to go back to the bedroom when I run into a wet wall of…
“Where are you going my treasure?” his thumb rubs from my cheek to my bottom lip.
“Uh… back to the room.”
“Have you eaten?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.” His chest expands. His mouth hisses.
“Fucking shit little girl. You are begging for me to throw you on top of this counter and bust through that cherry right next to the syrup. That ‘Sir’ is going to get you rammed. Do you understand?” Holy... What am I supposed to say to that? No, the better question is why I want to say it and see what he does. He lifts my chin, his eyes coated in dark chocolate. “Do you understand? Answer me when I am asking you a question, canary.” He expects me to talk?
“Y-yes s…” I clear my throat realizing the mistake I almost made. “I understand.”
“Very good. Now, back to my original question. Did you eat?”
“Yes.” My chin hitting my chest, my voice barely heard. He hesitates for a moment, then sighs.
“Lies will get you across my lap and trust me baby, this ain't no fifty shades of bullshit. My spanking comes with more than my hands. So, let's try again. Did you eat?”
“Well, I had a sausage.” the truth leaving me in a hurry, not sure I want to feel his sort of punishment.
“You will eat more than that Jewel. Now sit your little ass in that seat and fill up that plate. Trust me, baby, you will need your strength.” he proceeds to fill my plate with more than I could ever eat. “I expect you to eat every drop. Later, you will drink every drop.” his tongue licks my ear, groaning. “Fucking ear is sweet. The fuck.” he says walking away as I feel my body shiver, like being in a freezer too long, then being let out into a warmer climate. “When you are finished, come upstairs for your fitting.”
“What?” I ask, my body finally coming back to a normal temperature.
“Eat, Jewel.” I see him squeeze the bulge in his pants before he turns and walks away. I exhale, not realizing I have been holding my breath from the moment I ran into his chest who knows how long ago. Eating as much of everything I can, I take a second to look around me. I can appreciate the understated ambiance, though I can feel there is something dark lurking underneath. Instead of making me scared, it makes me feel intrigued, eager and dare I say…safe. I have been in nothing but darkness for so long, that I am not sure I could deal with the light.
Putting my plate in the sink, I walk up the stairs not sure what to expect. I feel inadequate as it is. Having some lady judge me in silence, is not going to help me at all. I turn the corner and my mouth once again hangs open. Holy...I mean you want to talk about racks!! There are racks on racks of clothes. Things I wouldn’t be able to afford if I prostitute myself for years. As beautiful as all of it is, I can’t wear any of this. All I would be doing is piling up debt I could never repay him for. I walk further into the room, and she turns to me and smiles. “Dario, you certainly didn’t tell me she was absolutely stunning. This young woman is radiant.” she says coming over and grabbing my hands. “My name is Lindsay.” her warm smile calms me a bit. “Oh yes, I know just how to dress you. You are young, vibrant and far more beautiful than any woman to cross paths with him. Come my darling. Let’s get you fit for your new life.” I don’t know what to say to everything she just said. It’s positively absurd. There is nothing radiant about me. As a matter of fact, I am the opposite of radiant. I am dry, dull, devoid of light and covered in filth. She must be looking at someone else. I begin to shake my head, shame over taking me at her inaccurate description.