Genevieve found out that Alder's contraption could keep her in a number of different positions, some of them more comfortable than others. He let her down from a particularly painful one and stood her up on shaky legs. She watched him as he released her, however, and he seemed pleased.
"Thank you, Master," she said. She always said that to Alex after he fucked her, and he seemed to like it.
Alder cocked his brow and gave her a smirk. "You're welcome, sweetheart," he said. He removed the loops from her right arm. "I'm glad you liked it."
"Very much, Master," she said.
He released her other arm and the contraption fell off of her back. "I have some work to do. Sit under the desk and suck whenever I get hard."
"Yes, Master," she said. He freed her from the contraption, and she got up to sit beneath his desk, kneeling between his legs before he pulled his chair in. It was dark, but she could see the outline of his cock, and it was already hard. She used the methods Alex had driven into her with his exercises. Whatever he did had worked, because Alder grunted above her and his hand came down to press her mouth further down onto his cock. Before he ejaculated, he pulled her off of him and shot his semen on her face. She knew from experience not to clean it off without permission.
She leaned on the side of his desk for an hour while he worked, staring at his crotch, and trying her hardest not to fall asleep. As usual, when she was alone, her mind went to math. She was in the middle of solving a graph theory problem when she saw him rise to semi-erect. She shifted forward and began again. By the time he was finished with whatever he was doing, she had sucked his cock three times. This was after he had fucked her in the contraption. She didn't understand how he kept going. He had to be almost fifty. She thought men were supposed to be worse at getting it up as they got older.
He moved back from the desk and curled a finger, indicating she should rise. She got to her feet and stood before him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes on him. He was smiling. "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself off," he said.
She turned and found the hidden bathroom in the wall. It was as beautiful as anything she had ever seen. Spotless white marble and granite. A beautiful mirror with a gilded edge. She saw her reflection in it and cringed away. She knotted her hair behind her head and washed her face off. His soap smelled like honey.
When her face was free of his semen, she finally looked at herself. She was thinner than before. Her face had lost some of its baby fat, and her stomach was flatter. Her hair was limp and dull, and her skin had turned pale. How could she expect to look healthy when she hadn't seen the sun in six months? She also didn't understand how they could possibly think she was attractive like this. Maybe the accompanying weakness was the point.
The only part of her that still looked the same as it did before she was captured was her eyes. They made her feel normal.
"Hurry up, sweetheart," he called from the office. She hopped an inch, hating herself for reacting so quickly, and ran to the doorway.
"Master," she began. "May I use the toilet please?" She didn't really need to go, but thought it might buy her some time before she had to face him again.
"No!" he said. "Come here."
She ran to the desk, and he waved her to one of the chairs on the other side of it, which was strange. Usually, he would have her sit on the floor beside him. She looked at the chair and back at him. "Sit," he said. He was leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him, and smiling as always. She took a seat and met his gaze.
"Do you know how long you've been here?" he asked.
A simple enough question, and she had been keeping careful track of how long it had been since she was taken. Based on how many times she had been visited by Alex and Caleb before him, along with the twenty times she had been delivered to Alder on what she assumed was a weekly basis, she estimated she had been there about half a year, and she placed the date as somewhere in early April.
"Six months, master?" she said, phrasing it as a question, hoping he would think it was a random guess. He wasn't fooled for a second and chuckled under his breath.
"You're a smart girl," he said. "I've reread your file fifty times. Sometimes it makes me feel guilty. But then I see you again, and I'm glad we caught you."
Genevieve had no idea where he was going with this line of conversation, and she had no idea how to respond. He just sat there, smiling at her. "Thank you, Master?" she said after a while, eliciting a full grin from him.
"Well, it looks like your intelligence is going to go to waste," he said. "I'm buying you for myself, and I'm going to fuck your brains out every night."
Fuck. She struggled to keep her face blank, to keep from screaming. She had hoped, prayed that her act had worked on Alex, that he would take her plea to stay with him as an indication that she was broken enough to be sold to an outside party. Even if she was sold to Alex, she might have been better off. Alex seemed to genuinely believe her change of demeanor, and he wasn't a fan of hanging her from the ceiling either.
"T-thank you, Master," she stammered. "I hope I serve you well."
A very low chuckle sounded from the depths of his chest. "Someday, I'll get you to break from your act," he said. "I'll have to punish you, but it'll be worth it."
He rose from his chair and circled around behind her. His heavy hands rested on her shoulders. He began to massage her gently. "Are you happy, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered. She supposed she would have to start calling Alex "Sir" again. She looked back at him, and met his dark eyes. "May I ask a question, Master?"
"You just did, sweetheart," he said. "I'll give you another one though." He winked at her.
She had to think of the right way to ask so that he couldn't get mad at her. "Do I get to be yours forever, Master?" she asked.
He tossed his head back and laughed, seeing through her syntax to the actual heart of the question. "In the past, I've sold off my girls when I get tired of them. Some people can't afford virgins." He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "Of course, I do like you, sweetheart. I might just keep you for the rest of your life. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Master," she said. She felt nauseous all of a sudden. Then he pecked her on the cheek, and she flinched away from the quick movement.
"Ha!" he barked. "I got you. Up over the desk. I don't think I've gotten to spank you yet."
She obeyed and leaned over the front of his desk. Without pause or warning, his hand came down on her buttocks, stinging as much as a paddle. She barely felt the pain, and didn't react beyond the occasional little hop. He hit her twenty times, running a finger up her vagina on the last slap before standing her up again. He was grinning like a maniac. "Let me show you to your new room."
Already? She thought she might get to return to her room one last time and cry in private. Maybe see Alex again. Jesus, what was she thinking? See Alex again? He was just as bad as Alder. And her room wasn't a room. It wasn't private. It was a prison, and so was this new one he was about to show her. She must never forget that.
He led her out of the office, up a flight of stairs she didn't know existed, and down a long, lavishly carpeted hallway lined with classical and impressionist paintings of landscapes, naked women, and scenes of war and hunting. At the end of the hall, stood two large double doors.
"This is my bedroom here," he said. "We'll be spending a lot of time in there together." Then he pointed to a smaller door beside them. "This will be your room. For when I need my solitude."
He opened the door with a key on a ring and let her in. What struck her first was the light because one entire wall was just a window, and the sun was flooding through it. What she saw brought tears to her eyes: small mountains covered in evergreens as far as the eye could see, blue skies above, dotted with picturesque clouds, a bird of prey was wheeling in the open air, and the sun. The glorious sun was visible in the distance. She wasn't sure whether it was rising or setting. She had no idea what time it was or what direction they were facing.
He pushed her forward past the doorway and stepped in beside her. "Quite a view, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master," she said. Her voice broke when she spoke.
He could see the tears running down her cheeks, and he touched a gentle finger along one of the tracks. "The window isn't UV protected, so you'll get your color back soon. And we won't have to worry about any vitamin deficiencies."
The room was sparse otherwise. There was an enormous, comfy-looking pillow on the carpeted floor like a doggy bed and a thick blanket folded on top. A steel ring was set into the wall beside it, which she could only imagine was going to be connected to her collar by a chain, and on the other side of the room was a small shelf with a few thin booklets lying on it. She read the name Mozart on one of them.
"If there's any music I want you to learn, I'll add it to the shelf," he said. "Go through what's there now until you've learned it all."
She looked back at him. "Master, if I'm going to learn it for you, may I have something to tune to?" she asked.
"Of course," he said with a smile. "I'll figure something out."
