Jasmine
I woke up in a sweat, the ordeal I had been through haunting my nightmares. I slept through the night, that being obvious by the sun coming in through the curtains, but I felt like I hadn't slept at all.
I pulled the silky soft sheet off of my still naked body, and I quickly analyzed myself, but I didn't see anything that suggested Kevin as much as touched me during the night. I know I didn't wake up, and I didn't feel a thing.
Running my hands down my face, I sat up slowly and looked over my shoulder, just now thinking to check on Kevin, but he wasn't there. I was alone in the messy bedroom. It could be a really nice room if it was clean.
"Sir?" I tried, using the title those bastards who took me said I should address my "owner" as. The feeling still made my stomach lurch. "Master?" I tried again. Nothing.
I got up and found a fluffy blue bathrobe draped over a chair. I picked it up and sniffed it. Smelled clean enough, I thought luckily. I wrapped it around myself and stalked out into the hallway. "Kevin?" I tried his real name. It felt weird to say. He told me yesterday that I could but I still didn't know if that was a trap or if he genuinely wanted me to.
There was still so much about this man I couldn't trust. He seemed so nice, but I worried about that being an act, or if it would go away soon and I would be in the nightmare my kidnappers told me to expect. I figured my best bet was to play the role I was bought for, and to make him as happy as I could so he wouldn't actually hurt me.
I heard music coming from the kitchen, so I quietly padded over that way. I actually cracked a real, light smile when I saw Kevin in just his pajama pants, his back turned to me as he sang along to a folksy, almost bluesy song. His voice wasn't half bad, actually.
"Master?" I said again, being at the edge of the kitchen, but not wanting to surprise him or get too close until I could get my own head on this morning.
Kevin turned around with a smile on his face and a pan in his hand, a spatula in the other. "Good morning, Jasmine. Pull up a seat at the counter," he motioned to the stools that were around the kitchen island.
I took a seat and smiled gently, hoping to start the morning for us both on a good page. "Good morning, Master," I said softly, and he smiled at me before turning his attention back to the pan that was back on the stove. "You should have woken me, Master. I would have made breakfast."
Kevin shook his head, still not looking at me. "Don't worry about it, Jasmine. Like I said yesterday, I love cooking. You also needed sleep." His voice was soft and calming, so I felt my shoulders relax.
"Coffee? Or do you like tea?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Oh, uhm, I can get us coffee, Master," I said, about to stand up, but in a flash he was over at a Keurig, popping in a K-cup. I just sat back down. "Aren't I supposed to be serving you, Sir?" Was Kevin actually nice, or was this mood something I would have to pay for later? I really didn't know. He seemed nice, and he readily played into my seduction of him last night. Perhaps if I offered myself up easily, he wouldn't try to hurt me or take me in a way I didn't want... I didn't like the idea, but it seemed like the safest option.
"We talked about this yesterday, Jasmine. You don't have to actually be my maid or servant. This situation may always be weird, but I'm not going to abuse you physically or..." Kevin stopped mid-sentence. "Jasmine... please tell me last night was a game, it was just a roleplay."
I sat on the stool quietly, because I really wasn't sure. I was surprisingly horny last night, which I did not fucking expect, and I gave myself to Kevin so he didn't feel like he needed to take me for himself. I played every bit the bratty but submissive slave and he played the master but... was he actually playing or did he sink into a full power trip?
"Jasmine, I am so sorry," he said, leaning over the counter and taking my hands in his softly. "I don't see you as my property. I know that those fuckers are going to ensure that I own you, but please, I swear I was just playing a role last night. I don't see you as a... you are not a doll, okay?"
I could see him very clearly struggling with his words and how to say everything. I had noticed yesterday that he had done everything he could to avoid the word "slave."
I swallowed and turned my eyes up at him. "I was just asking myself whether that was a game last night that we were playing, a fantasy this whole thing has unlocked or...."
It was Kevin's turn to swallow roughly and he vigorously shook his head. "It was a game, Jasmine. I swear to God. I am still a good guy, I think, right?" He sounded shaky and so self-worried. "I swear that if you had told me to stop at any point, I would have. I actually did think that you wanted what happened last night. I thought you were playing as much as I was. I didn't touch you at all while you slept. The words yes and no still matter. You're trapped here, yes, but I don't want you to feel like you're a prisoner.
"You're so pretty, you're so precious. I only ever want to play games about this, only play fantasies, which I admit is still fucked up, but I promised you yesterday and I still mean that I won't use you like an item or piece of property." Kevin was trembling by the time he stopped himself.
We both stayed there, staring at each other, blinking. "Please say something, anything," Kevin urged, a hand on the kitchen island and a hand going through his messy black hair.
"There's so much going on right now, Kevin," I went out on a limb by saying his real name, but I saw a small smile from it. "I want to trust you, I do, but this is so fucking shady and I was SOLD to you."
"I know," he said softly, lowering his head. "I still need to drill my uncle about that. I don't know if I should do it immediately, or...."
"Give it a bit, I think," I suggested. "Because if he does have something to do with this, jumping on it immediately could make him suspicious that you're not all about this."
"I'm not," he rushed to say. "I'm quickly becoming all about you, but not all about the way we met." He took a pause and then pushed out a breath. "I don't... I don't know what to do."
I sighed as well and leaned down, my chin on my crossed forearms on the island. "There's not a hell of a lot we can do. Whether your uncle knows it or not, he bought a woman from a trafficking organization, and these guys make sure we play by their rules. I have a feeling there'd be consequences for both of us."
He sighed again, and a weird part of my brain thought about the omelet in the pan getting cold. "My rules, as I'm allowed to have them, is that if you're stuck, I want you to be happy. As much as we can make you happy. Don't get me wrong, I like sex, last night was great, but don't think you have to do that stuff if you don't want to. I will not send you back. I have weird fantasies like any guy, but I am not a monster. I meant it when I said I won't force you."
"Kevin, your food is probably cold now," I muttered. "And the coffee's done."
Kevin chuckled and turned out the omelet on a plate he already had out, and then he put it in front of me. "That one's actually yours."
I couldn't help but smile at him. Last night was a kinky game after all. He really didn't see me as just his property. "Thank you, Sir," I said looking up at him from under my lashes. Maybe I would give him his fantasy when he deserved it?
He watched me, probably waiting for some kind of tell. I decided to crack a small smile so he knew that I didn't feel the need to call him sir, but that I chose to.
"We have to figure this out, Jasmine. I don't want to take advantage of you, hurt you or traumatize you more than you have been."
I called him out on the part left unsaid, "But you want to keep having sex." It was a bold move, but how he reacted would say a lot about who he actually was.
"I'm a straight single man, so yes." He paused, and I could see him working on how to say what came next. "But I don't own you. I do, because fuck them, but under our private, in-house contract, I don't. Does that make sense?"
I tilted my head and studied him as I cut the omelet in front of me with a fork. "I'm trapped here because they say so, but I'm free to do what I want, within reason. I don't have to do sexual favors in order to stay fed and not get black eyes?"
"Yes. I told you that yesterday, but I understand you need to hear it again... especially after last night."
I slowly nodded, taking my first small bite. The fucker could cook. Around a mouthful of cheesy egg, I asked, "but I don't have to have sex or touch you unless I absolutely want to? And what if you want to and I don't?" I was beating a dead horse, but I needed to hear this as plainly as possible for my own sanity and assurance.
Kevin chuckled, a good sign. It sounded like a real chuckle, not a "Why are you doing this?" chuckle. "Then so be it. Like I said, I have fantasies, as does anybody, but I can control myself."
"Thank you, Kevin. I'm still a bit weary, but I don't feel as... manic, as I was yesterday," I explained.
"I completely understand," he said with a nod as he turned to start making his own breakfast.
"I mean what I said yesterday, too, Kevin. You didn't sign up for me. You have to pay for my room and board, essentially. Whether you wanted it or not, this became a hotel for me unless you send me back. I want to earn my stay, even though it's forced."
He stopped his movements for a moment, trying to decide how to respond. "We'll figure it out, Jasmine. I won't send you back."
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After breakfast, Kevin went to his home office to work and I went to the bedroom to get dressed for the day. I had a multitude of bikinis and sleazy outfits to choose from, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes. Kevin offered to get me real clothes yesterday. I couldn't go with him, but I could give him my sizes.
I looked around the room as I put on a brown knit bikini and bottoms. I felt like I was at some kind of budget resort, because Kevin did have a nice house. It just needed some work. Including this bedroom, so that's where I started. I put my hair into a messy bun and I got to work. I don't know why Kevin was okay living in a trash covered pearl of a house, but I wasn't. I really hoped it was a phase or some kind of tortured artist situation that he'd snap out of.
I had been working for about an hour and made some great progress in being able to see the floor. I'd have to do some serious laundry and reorganize the dresser and closet.
I heard a knock on the door, and still bent over I turned my head to look.
"Jasmine, are you decent?" Kevin asked through the closed door. I smiled at that. He had seen all of me naked. I sucked his dick. He ate me out, pretty damn well, I have to add. His uncle had "bought me" for him, but he still allowed me to have modesty after our morning talk.
"It's your room, sir, you can come in," I answered. He earned a "sir" after his consideration.
Kevin opened the door and peeked his head in to see me standing there with a full clothes hamper in front of me. "I can see my floor..." he said awkwardly. I'm sure he understood it was his fault.
"Can I ask you a question, sir?" I asked, sticking with the title while I was still in maid function.
"Uh, yeah, of course," he said, opening the door fully.
I nudged the laundry basket with my toe. "You have a really nice place. You work hard. Why did you let everything get so messy?"
