Night Moves

I woke up and took a shower. I let the warm water cascade down my back, hearing the patter of droplets hit the tiled shower floor. I brush up against the shower curtain, feeling it stick to me. I pull it off, annoyed, then an idea struck I knew how I was going to force Silas hand. I got out of the shower, hearing the jangle of keys in the lock. I stepped out, drying myself off, and got dressed. As I did, I greeted him. I tried nonchalantly asking Silas."My safety is paramount to you right?"

"Yes" he said, straightening up looking down his nose at me. I continued "so if this space became unsafe, would you move me?" "Yes" he said a bit briskly.

Then, in a low growl, "are you planning something, Sarah?" His eyes narrowed.

I shook my head. No, "just wondering" I said. I tried to nuzzle his arm to sooth away the suspicion I had arose in him. He gave me a look, but let it go. I grew sulky as the day passed. Silas made sure I took my vitamins and ate breakfast and lunch. I went to lay in bed. I didn't feel like being disturbed; I wanted to be alone.

Silas came over. "Come on up out of bed" he said.

I grumbled "no". Silas crossed over and dragged me out of bed.

He then planted kisses all over me until I started to giggle. I pushed him off grumpily, but I did feel a little better. "I've set up cards to play with you". A Cheshire cat grin spread across his face. I followed him over to the coffee table, where he had set up the game. After awhile, he asked "Sarah, wouldn't it be more comfortable if you sat back on your heels like this" He gently pressed me down to my knees with his foot, tapping my knees to be slightly further apart and to rest my butt on my heels.

I cocked my head and smiled "Now. Silas, you wouldn't be trying to make me kneel before you?" I say it in a sarcastic tone. My smile growing bigger.

Silas returned my grin and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Sarah. I just think you would find sitting like this more comfortable" he said with a laugh in his voice. I shifted out of position and stretched lazily out on to my back. Silas tone hardened slightly, "Sarah. I didn't give you permission to leave the position". "

Hmm, so you are trying to make me kneel before you?" I say teasingly. "I will think about it" I say, looking at him. My eyes narrowed as I threw down my cards. Silas beat me in this match.

It went on like that Silas gentle coaxing and nudging to slowly bring me to kneel through out our matches, I would humor him then shifting to sit in another position like W or crisscross, or my legs spreading out straight like stretching. Finally, after awhile of having my fun disobeying, I stayed kneeling the entirety of the game. His smile of delight and ruffling of my hair made me blush. "Good girl" he happily said.

The next day, he had bags in his arms, and he called me over to the kitchen. I trotted over, and he laid down several ingredients.Today, Sarah, I'd thought we would cook a meal together"

He casually said he gave me a slip of paper that had the recipe. I looked at it, and it was Alfredo pasta. together we made the dough, I playfully threw some flour at him. He ducked away, laughing, saying stop that as he threw some back. Quickly, the kitchen became an absolute state of flour everywhere. Somehow, we finished making the meal and cleaned up the kitchen a bit. I set the table, and he served the meal.

He pulled out my chair, and I sat down, thanked him, and he sat across from me. We made small talk about favorite music and TV shows. As if we hadn't shared that over our time being penpals the next day I was sitting on the floor in front of the door, thinking about ripping it down. I heard the jangle of keys in the lock Silas came in his face brightened as it always did when he saw me. "How's my girl today?" He asked happily I looked sadly out past him through to the second door, still closed.

"Silas," I said calmly, and matter of factly "I can tear these doors down if I have to. But I want you to let me out. You have to trust me, as you always demand of me to trust you. I have to trust that you will keep me safe and healthy, and I have to trust you to come back and not leave me here to rot. Why can't you trust me?"

Silas looked at me wistfully and said, "But Sarah, you're not better. You are being delusional, thinking you can tear down doors built to withstand a battering ram. and even if you some how managed to find a way out I'll be standing there waiting for you, and you will be punished rather severely".

I piped up, "but you gave me your word no hitting".

Silas gave me a calm, cold look. "You can hurt people without laying a finger on them" His tone was harsh I flinched a little. I didn't like his implied threat and his brushing off of my feelings of being confined and of him not trusting me. He shuffled over, arms open, to hug me, but I brushed him off. I didn't want hugs from him, but he gently drew me in, holding me tight. "It's okay, Sarah. When you're better, I'll take you out. We can go exploring to all sorts of places. How does that sound?"

I mumble "okay" dejectedly.

He spent the rest of the day close to my side, never wondering far. When late evening came around, he pulled me over to the living room. "Tonight, Sarah, I will be teaching you about tone and how important it is. From setting the scene as the dom or the leader of the scene. It's my duty to set the scene and give it. its tone the tone is from how I interact and address you to my tone of voice and body language.

Yes, I can force you to cum but I can only do so by enacting the right tone with you. I think part of the issue you are having is that you can't get into the right headspace a good portion of the time. So tone to you is very important for you to fully enjoy yourself. You have to be coaxed. I can't force you too hard. or you freeze, and I lose that mindset I'm so carefully cultivating in you. But coaxing and praising the way I have is doing wonders. I don't believe you to be so naive about the tactics I'm enacting".

I gave a dazzling smile. "Whatever do you mean, Silas?" I innocently asked.

He chuckled and ruffled my hair gently. He stood up straight, gently but forcefully, dragging me over to the couch. Lay "flat on your stomach" He breathed into my ear huskily. I do so he grabs and yanks my pants down and off me. He then does the same thing with my shirt. My skin prickled; this was the first time I've been fully naked in front of him. Goosebumps ran across my arms, and I felt the urge to recede from his gaze. When I went to retrieve my discarded clothes, he grabbed my wrists. "No Sarah" his gaze bore into me, and I flinched a little. He then stood up and got a rope. He grabbed my wrists again, wrapping them together. He then asked, "Is it too tight?"

I flexed my fingers and wrists, and I shook my head no. "They felt fine" I squeaked. He then dragged the other end of the rope over the arm of the couch, tying it to one of its legs and pulling my arms taught in front of me.

He then ran a finger down my back as he walked past, gently tracing my spine. I craned my head to follow him. I felt my skin prickle and come alive in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. He said "You like being helpless, don't you, Sarah?" I felt my cheeks burn, and I buried my face into the couch cushion. refusing to acknowledge his inquiry, he grabs my inner leg, forcing my legs apart, and rubs my slick neither region. I felt his breath hot on my back as he leaned down. "It's okay, Sarah; you don't have to tell me; it's quite evident" he said in a husky tone.

I felt the burn in my cheeks intensify. I tried to close my legs, but he put a knee on the couch, trapping one leg, then put the other leg in between my legs, stopping me from closing them. He then put a hand on my upper back. He inserts one finger into my wet folds and slowly drags a finger against my g spot making my back arch. He then inserted a second finger. My breath was quickening, and I felt my heart beat faster. He takes the weight of his hand off my upper back and drags his fingers gently down my back, sending a thrill through me.

I ground back against his hand. I was feeling a deep, tingly ache that felt really good but also frustrating, as a part of it was tinged in pain. A piece of me was still fighting hard against this, but instead of this tingle fading like it typically did it grew stronger and more agonizing. I try to shake him off, but he presses painfully down on my g spot. "None of that" he said in a commanding tone "behave". He kept rubbing my g spot in a come here motion. He kissed the back of my neck, grazing his teeth at the base of it.

The feeling was intensely burning in me the tingle with pain from a piece of me I didn't understand that fought so hard against this. He leaned down to my ear, breathing into it. "You have no choice but to feel good, to feel my presence to heed my tone. I can smell you. You're practically dripping" The muscles in my stomach was starting to tremble a little. I then felt the tip of something drag across my slit. He dragged it up and down its cool, hard surface, quickly warming to my heated flesh.

I squirmed; it was hard to think the tingling ache pulling at me so strongly, then his voice in a deep, commanding baritone next to my ear. "Beg" he commanded. My back arched, my legs trembled, and strained. The single word was sending deep thrills through out me. He dragged the object against my wet folds and again commandingly said "beg" panting for breath,

I croak out, "please"

"please what? Sarah" Silas face was intense, his eyes carefully studying me. "

Please fuck me" I was trembling. It felt so good to give in. Silas removed his fingers and slammed the object into me. I yelp at the pain of it bottoming out into me. "

Remember to ask for permission. Sarah" Silas growled as he slid the dildo into me. He angled it down slightly, forcing it to rub my g spot. He started to gently rub my clit side to side. I stretched out my legs, my neck straining. I felt it beginning to build. When I got close, Silas said, "Remember to ask when you reach the edge"

I asked, "Please, Silas, can I cum?"

Instead of granting me permission, he just asked "why" I was confused. Wasn't this the point?

He then said "beg for it" in a seductive tone. It clicked I shifted, trying to will the pleasure away to give me time.

I then, in a tone even pitiable to my ears, said, "Because I need it, I can't hold it back" in such a desperate, pleading tone. I shift trying to stave it off just a little longer,

then Silas finally said "cum for me, Sarah". My toes curled, every muscle in my body strained I shook from deep pleasure. I realized when I came down from the peek the edge of pain that sometimes occupied part of the climax that sometimes would ruin it or make it unsatisfying it was gone with this one.

I felt complete. Silas then untied my hands scooped me up into his arms, my naked from pressed into his clothed one, basking in the heat he emitted. Silas, "why do you spend such time focusing on me?"

Silas wrapped his arms tighter around me "because I gain pleasure from watching you. I like it when I can make your body dance" he said.

"Every male I have ever really been with has enacted upon me, not really with me" I said in a small voice.

Silas raised my eyes to his. "Do you think I'm doing that, Sarah?"

I shook my head. No, "I think it really does matter to you that I like the scenes we do. You're not callous and detached; I think it really does matter to you" I snuggled deeper into his chest. I murmured into it. "They would just use my body; they would manipulate, bully, and sometimes just force me to do what they wanted. then when they got bored or things got too hard. They threw me away. Sex for me was nothing but misery; it was a constant reminder that I would never have anyone who really cared because I would never be good enough for it. I was young and stupid, and I couldn't defend myself. They were always bigger, always stronger, always more ruthless in making me feel small and worthless. To make me do what they wanted" I grasped Silas tightly, crying into his chest. "Silas, do you need me?"

Silas emphatically said, "Yes, I need you, Sarah. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about when I go to bed" His voice choked a little. "It was wrong of me to surveillance you; it was wrong of me to take you, but I am so happy you are in my life, Sarah"

I felt like I had been stabbed a little in the heart. It felt good to be needed. I needed to be needed. "Would you still want me, even if I were a monster?" I spoke barely a whisper; I wasn't even sure if I had said anything.

but then I heard him say "yes, Sarah, I would" A piece of me felt this was just words with no real merit behind them, but right now it didn't matter to me.

I found myself in my favorite position, my chest pressed against Silas stomach, head resting on his chest tucked under his chin, arms hugging him while he hugged my back legs around his waist. I was beginning to drift off to sleep. I was exhausted next morning. I woke up. I looked around for Silas; he had gone earlier, it seemed. I stretched and padded off for some food. Later, when Silas came back, he had something behind his back. "turn around Sarah" I did so my back facing him. He saddled up behind me and said, "What do you think about calling me master?"

I made a bit of a face and said, "I don't really like that. Silas, we act together; we are partners in crime. To me, master feels like I don't know not that. We are equals, and I relinquish my autonomy to you for periods of time for safekeeping. My submission is a gift".

"Yes, it is Sarah" Silas said affectionately, "what about sir?"

I mulled it over and nodded. "That's acceptable" He reached for my neck, and I felt leather pull against my throat. I snarled a little and tried to buck away, half strangling myself. Silas wrangled the buckle through its clasp, and it clicked shut with finality. I pulled at the collar I hissed at Silas to "take it off now" My hands were shaking a little. I reminded myself it's leather, not metal; you're fine; it's just Silas, not Osiris.

Silas gave me a hug. "You look beautiful like that, naked and collared. Your collar has gps. I can always find you. Come now, it's time for food" Silas made me a sandwich, and he made a gesture for me to kneel. I do, so taking small tidbits from his hand, I rest my head against his thigh. I was displeased with the collar and his seeming disregard of my discomfort of it I was lost in my own thoughts. Silas turned to me and said, "I'm rather surprised with how patient you are; you don't even fidget really when you're kneeling"

I shrugged. "I was trained to be able to stand at attention and at ease march all that stuff when I was younger, and although it's been a long time, I still remember and was taught patience by virtue"

Silas smiled, "I see" he said.

"Silas, what are some things you would like to do? Like, I want to go to the sea with you some time in the future, and you play cards with me. Is there anything you would like?"

Silas cocked his head, pondering my question. "Well, my little ouroboros, I enjoy cooking, and I enjoyed cooking with you a little while ago. Maybe we can cook together again. I also would like to take you rock climbing in the future, but only when you are better" I roll my eyes at his comment of better.

I absent mindedly rubbed my neck where the collar in circled it. I flinch a little, feeling the thick leather. I thought about my plan on how to force Silas hand to letting me at least out of this space. but I wavered, worried on the punishment that awaited me for enacting. Silas kept up the routine of bringing me in front of the mirror and asking me what I saw. Some days, I still couldn't look at myself. I grew used to the collar, but the first time I saw it in the mirror, I got inconsolably upset, which Silas worked hard to soothe.

As more time passed, I sometimes would choose to be naked, growing comfortable in my own skin around him. He would more frequently leave during the day as he had to return to the office as he, after all, had a company to run. I found many days where I was listlessly wondering about my small space. Silas had given me the task to masturbating and exploring myself, which I would sometimes indulge him but I quickly grew frustrated with myself and would give up quickly. On those days, I would just sit with my knees drawn up to my chest, wondering what was wrong with me. It seemed so easy for others; even Silas could make me; why couldn't I?

We started cooking dinner every day together. I would choose recipes, and he would choose some, and we would draw a recipe randomly and make it for dinner. Cooking together was fun, and seeing his passion for it was a delight. Silas over one dinner asked how "masturbating was going"

I grumbled "not well"

He cocked his head and asked, "You don't know how to make yourself cum?"

I shrugged; " I only learned how to last year, and it's still an incredible struggle. Most of the time, I can't seem to make myself do it. your soothing away a lot of the guilt and repression. but there's still a lot of damage that needs healing"

Silas reached over and grasped my hand, squeezing gently. "It's alright, Sarah. Just keep trying" I asked Silas sometime later if he had any siblings; he chuckled heartily and said "I'm the youngest of 7. I'm their 7th son, and I got away with a lot of mischief as a boy because my parents always had their hands full with my brothers"

"That's a lot of siblings. I can't imagine how loud your house was and how crowded." I said "

yeah" Silas chuckled. "Poor mom never got a moment of peace" He told me stories of his misdeeds, like putting pop it's under the toilet seat and scarring his dad so much. that when his dad leapt up off the toilet seat, he hit and broke his big toe.

Silas said his dad was furious and grounded him for an entire month for that one. He told me of softer moments, like of his first relationship and how he dated in and out of the BDSM scene. His first time moving away from home, the bitter sweetness of leaving what you knew behind in favor of a new adventure. how scared and excited he was going to college, then subsequently founding his start up and being elated at its success. He acknowledged how lucky he was and how grateful he was of the opportunities he had gotten. He encouraged me to share my story

I obliged. I told him I came from a dirt poor family. I had one sibling that my parents divorced as a teenager.

My romantic relationships were less than ideal.

Silas smiled and said, "Isn't this what every girl dreams of?" He joked, gesturing around him.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, an Uber rich hot guy that kidnaps and decides to control everything of your life, and his only hobby is you. That's every girl's dream guy for sure" I couldn't help but crack a smile and giggle. Silas seemed self aware that what he was doing is wrong. I couldn't understand why he was still doing it. Surely it wasn't just because he was worried about my supposed safety.

I wavered on if I should delve deeper into my past, but then I broke and told him about Carson. In my first relationship I began, I met this boy named Carson. He had blue eyes, fiery red hair wide shoulders. We happened to have gone to the same beginning of the year two day event. I was sitting alone on that last day, wondering what to do as we waited for transport to take us back to our homes. When he walked up to me, we got to talking and realized we had things in our schedule that lined up and that we could hang out during those times.

so we did about a week into doing that, he asked if I wanted to hang out, and I accepted the invitation. we went skating that following Saturday. He was having difficulty, so I offered my hand to him; he accepted, and he wouldn't let it go. and he seemed to fall on purpose, almost trying to pull me down with him. We had finished skating, and then he asked if I wanted to go over to his place I again accepted. So we went to his abode; his roommate was there with his girlfriend.