Night Moves Pt 04

Silas gentle reassurance was back, and he gently rubbed my back. "Are you okay? That was intense" I nodded. I was sulky and angry with him. but I was elated at finally getting out of this claustrophobic confines of this space. It was hard to walk because of the chain on my legs they also felt weak from the shocks they had received.

I passed through the first door. I wavered at the second. I had been in that basement for months a piece of me was afraid of leaving it. But I took a deep breath. You've done this before; there's nothing here for you. I stumble and trip, trying to climb the stairs, my weakened legs trembling. Silas gently picked me up, hugging me close to his chest. He carried me up the stairs when I passed through the normal door at the top of the stairs. I took in a modern style kitchen. Of stainless steel appliances with stone slab countertops and walls painted in soft tones of blue and green. His house was enormous; I could spend hours wondering the halls and never see all the rooms.

I saw the fading rays of the evening sun through large windows on ether side of a thick wooden door. I noticed extra pad locks at the top of the door, out of reach of my barely five-foot stature. The furniture consisted of simple but ornate wooden structures. A brick fireplace was in the center of the far wall in the living room, with book-lined shelves on either side of it. I took a deep sniff smelling fresh air pouring out from under the door. The smell of soot from the fire place the hints of leather in far off rooms beyond my purview.

no scent of another soul for miles, I struggle a little in Silas's arms. I wanted desperately to catch some of the last rays of sun peeking through the windows. that looked out on bushes of flowers that were wilting in the first frost hedges of evergreens with their sharp scent. well-maintained green lawns laden with sparkling dew, and finally an ancient brick wall with a pristine iron gate at the end of the paved drive. I noticed all the windows had thin bars over them.

Silas tightened his grip and said, "Behave" in a clipped voice. He set me down on the couch "now, Sarah, since you demonstrated you need a firmer hand with your stunt with the bathroom. I will give you rules that must be honored. Is that clear?? His voice had a trace of menace. I nodded. "1 you will always be naked; your body is for my gaze and pleasure. 2 You will address me as sir. 3 you cannot go outside until I say so, I must also accompany you outside when I do. 4 you will obey me entirely and fully. What I say goes. I decide your life. Is that clear, Sarah?" His eyes baring down upon me I could feel their oppressive weight. I bow my head,

"Yes, sir" I said

he gently palmed my cheek. "Come; I'll show you your room and my study" I tried to nestle up next to him when I stood up, hoping he would carry me some more. He just smirked as we crossed the cold hardwood floors to an elegant flight of stairs in the main entrance way. There, he swept me off my feet and carried me up the stairs, where he gently put me down on my feet. I padded along after him he tightly gripped the leash to my collar. As I cautiously padded after him, he opened the first door on the right we passed.

" This is my study" he said "it's where I work and spend much of my free time" I gingerly padded after him into the room a large computer desk with two monitors placed atop it. a shelf lined with some more books and some graphic novels; some video game cases lined the bottom row of the shelf.

I cocked my head at Silas. "You never professed to me you played video games."

Silas shrugged. "I play with friends sometimes." I looked more around the room on the far end of Silas desk in a small glass dome was the flowers I had made him. next to a family picture of what I presumed were Silas brothers and parents and a picture of a pretty lady. With long raven colored hair and green eyes, she had a mischievous smile.

I nodded to the photos. "Are those your parents and siblings?"

"Yes" he said

"you never mentioned having a sister" I said curiously.

Silas looked at the frame of the smiling woman and said softly "She isn't my sister; she was my fiancé" I heard the pain he tried to conceal in his voice.

I matched his soft tone. "You never mentioned you were engaged. What happened?" Silas refused to answer, looking far away. I scanned more of the room and noticed the sun slowly creeping away on the floor and a large window, which allowed it in. I trotted towards it, and I felt the suffocating pull of the leash on my collar. I felt a spike of emotion rise, and I fell to my knees on the floor, half strangling myself, pulling all I could towards the light. Silas stalked over to me, winding the lead around his hand as he went; his eyes narrowed his tones clipped. "Sarah, what are you doing?"

"Light." I choked out. Silas looked at the rays of sun casting it's light on the floor. A few feet away from my straining form, he let go of the lead. I fell forward, unbalanced. He gently caught me, and I shuffled forward, feeling the first kiss of sun upon my flesh for the first time in months. my eyes having to adjust to natural light, I didn't care about the hard wood floor. As I pressed my prostrate from onto it, a few tears slid down my face as I felt it warm my skin.

I tried to hide my face from him. Silas stiff in his movements. His face hard, looking out the window, he stroked my back gently as I lay in the pool of light till the sun faded. "Come now" he said, gently clearing his throat. I struggled to my feet, and with his help, he guided me to the end of the hall, where an identical door stood. He opened it, and a simply furnished room greeted me: hardwood floors, a large four poster bed, a plush rug in the middle of the room, and a wooden ornate dresser in the corner.

a large window with thin bars over looked a pond a little ways away. More shrubbery and trees laid in my gaze's path that traveled to the tall brick wall, which stopped my praying eyes from seeing past it. His home was truly sprawling. The scent of clean linens and earth tones of ancient wood filled my nose. The walls were painted a pale blue. "This is your room; you can decorate it as you like. I can get you new furniture if these ones don't please you" he said. The sun was casting its final goodbye for the day on my walls, and the pinks and purples of fading day being chased away by the dark blues and blacks of the night.

Silas unbound my arms, I winced in pain as the ache I had forgotten about returned when I tried flexing them. I whimpered in pain. Silas gently began rubbing my shoulders, relieving the tension. I was reluctant to move my arms, as each movement caused more discomfort. Silas moved my arms out, rubbing from the shoulder down to the wrists in soothing, gentle gestures. Soon I could move my arms with only mild discomfort. He unchained my legs I hopped up onto the bed, the soft, springy material of the sheets beneath me. Silas was deep in thought as he idly stroked my arm, standing next to me beside the bed. His expression was distant, his eyes focused on me, and he smiled. "Does my little Ouroboros like her room?"

I nodded excitedly. "I said there's so much for me to explore tomorrow. Can we go out just to feel the grass? Or maybe we can sit by the pond out there"

Silas squeezed my shoulder. "When your better, Sarah, we can go out. When we are better" he muttered. I cocked my head and sighed. I snuggled down on the bed. Silas bedding down next to me. "This room and my house has cameras here. You must behave, Sarah. Don't think you can be sneaky, as I will know of any antics you try to pull" The grumpiness was returning that the sun had soothed away. I didn't like how he was talking to me, but in this moment I was exhausted from my punishment, and I just wanted comfort. I just wanted to be held. I snuggled up close, and he wrapped his arms around me.

His breath slowed, and I felt him relax slightly. After some time, I laid there after what felt like forever, I finally drifted off as well. I awoke before Silas i felt rejuvenated I peaked out, and saw the sun through the window. I smelled fresh air seeping in from it. I padded over to the door, feeling the plush rug tickle my toes as I crossed over it. I decompressed the door handle, and I heard Silas say, "No, Sarah, stay here" My mood evaporated, not how I wanted to start out my day. Silas lazily climbed out of bed, crossing over to me. He clipped a lead to my collar. He opened the door, and I followed him out.

We made our way down the stairs and into the pristine kitchen. He popped some toast in the toaster and brought out some butter. He said "stay" and walked off down the hall. I heard the swish of his pants and the opening and closing of a door. He returned a few minutes later. He placed the pillow he had retrieved from another room down next to his chair at the dining table. He flicked his fingers in the motion for me to kneel there. I wavered. I wanted to sit at the table, but his glaring eyes bore into me, and I lowered myself to the pillow, kneeling. I was not having a very good morning.

He buttered the toast, setting a plate on the dining table. and sitting in his chair, he offered me a bit of toast. I reached to take it, but a warning tap of his foot against my knee stopped me. I leaned forward, taking the morsel in my mouth chewing it. I repeated this till I had finished my proffered toast. I was deep in thought when Silas broke into it. "come" he took my lead, I followed him back up the stairs and into his office "since you've demonstrated you need a firmer hand in accepting and being your submissive self. We will be doing a bit of training. I thought my gentler approach would do it, but you've proven otherwise. I have work to do while I'm occupied with that, I'll occupy you with this." He forced me onto my knees, then made me sit back on my heels.

He tied my ankles to my upper thighs. He then bound my arms to my sides, forcing them straight lengthwise down my torso. pinning them in place at the wrist to my ankles, my elbows to my waist. I was immobilized and fretting at what Silas was going to do to my inner thigh. He tied a vibrator to it, nestling it tightly against my clit. He threaded a loop of rope through the o-ring on my collar, forcing my back to arch to keep from strangling myself as he pulled and tied it tight to my ankles. It forced my clit harder against the vibrator as I widened my legs and tried to ease the straining tension on my throat.

Silas leaned me forward, slipping a medium size lubed plugged into my ass. The coldness made me clamp down, and its unexpected thrusting into my hole made me resist. Silas just continued to push till it yielded, and despite my groans of pain and thrashing, it sat fully with in me. He then held up a remote. "Do you know what this does, Sarah?" Through slitted eyes, I observed him shaking my head no. He pressed a button the vibrator came to life, and I pitched forward, trying to lean forward, but the strangling hold of my collar attached to a rope that was bound to my ankles prevented me from doing so.

forcing me to arch my back and the vibrator to dig agonizingly into my clit which shot pleasure into me, which made me want to pitch forward and inadvertently strangle myself. My legs began to tremble. "Do you understand your predicament?" Silas said casually. I glared at him. I understood that if I leaned forward from the pleasure and to ease the tension on my back, I would be jerked back by my collar, the pain around my neck from the pulling keeping the pleasure at bay and yanking me back, forcing my hips to jut out and press my clit hard into the vibrator.

He affixed my leash to the front of my collar and attached it to the arm rest of his chair, keeping me from bending fully back and resting my back on the floor while my legs painfully stretched into the W sitting position. I was stuck in this semi-erect form the ache in my limbs heavily apparent as I stuttered towards an orgasm. When I got to the edge, I pulled hard forward, the pain in my neck keeping me from tumbling over. "Please, sir, can I cum?" Silas just pressed a button on the remote, making the buzzing stop. I felt myself sliding back from the edge, breathing hard as I relaxed back into the arch my collar forced me to be in. "sir?"    I asked questioningly through ragged breath.

Silas just stared down at me and said in a clipped voice, "Do you want to cum?" I nodded my head, yes. When my breathing had slowed, Silas reengaged the vibrator, forcing me to lean forward into the pleasure. I clenched down on the plug within me, feeling how full my rear canal was.

When I got close, I asked again, "Please, sir, can I cum?"

Again, he turned off the vibrator. "Do you want to cum Sarah?" He asked.

I swallow hard. "Yes, sir, please let me cum" Silas just turned back to his computer, getting back to his work. He reengaged the vibrator as I climbed to another peak in a more desperate, strangled voice. When I once again reached the peek "Please, sir, can I cum?" The pain around my neck was melding into something I hadn't felt before. the ache in my limbs, adding to that sensation.

He turned off the vibrator and asked again, "Do you want to cum?"

" Yes, sir" my voice was beginning to drip with lust. I felt the slickness between my legs as I squirmed.

He repeated it another four times, each time asking, "Do you want to cum?" The fifth time he asked Sarah, "Do you want to cum?"

I was confused. I was asking for it, wasn't I? "Yes, sir" I said pleadingly.

"beg" he said seductively,

"please, sir, let me, cum" I choked out.

"why?" Was his only response

"because I needed it" My tone was growing more desperate as he reengaged the toy again. "Please let me cum" Silas unblinking stare as he watched me climb again, pulling harshly at my collar and bonds,

when he finally said "cum for me, Sarah" I pulled forward, the pain melding into pleasure my orgasm struck me with potency. Silas swiftly bent down, pushing me back, easing the tension on my neck making sure I wasn't actually strangling myself. As my legs shook and belly spasmed, Silas squatted down next to me. "Open your mouth, Sarah" I shook my head, still hazy from the afterglow from one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.

He grabbed my chin, and his unblinking stare weighed heavily on me till I reluctantly opened my mouth. He shoved a bit gag into it, fastening it tight behind my head. He then turned the vibrator on a higher setting, watching me wraith as another orgasm hit me. I bit down on the gag my legs shook. He made sure the pressure on my neck wasn't too great. I was over sensitized by the constant buzzing, and my orgasm made it worse.

I writhed, trying to get away from the incessant buzzing on my throbbing clit. Silas pressed the head of the vibrator harder against my clit chasing my slight movements till I was forced to climax again. "had enough?" He asked causally I frantically nodded my head yes. "Is that for you to decide, Sarah?" His tone natural matter a fact. A few tears slipped down my cheeks as I reluctantly shook my head, no remembering rule 4.

My body was awashed in a sheen of sweat as I was made to climax another three times. tears streaming down my face, Silas turned off the toy and untied me. My body ached, and I was exhausted. I drew my knees up towards my chest in a fetal position. Silas carried me to bed and gently said "I still have work to do" He rubbed my arms and legs, easing the tension from them. He checked my neck; it looked a bit red and raw in places my collar had dug in, but otherwise fine.

He then left to get back to work. I was confused on my emotions after what I had just experienced at the hands of Silas. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I curled up in bed, arms wrapped around myself. Silas knocked on my bedroom door sometime later. He let himself in gently. He stroked my back. "It's okay. I know what we did was rough. Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head no. Silas persisted, "Sarah tell me"

I grimaced and said in a strained voice, "What does it matter? What will it change?" A chilling thought had crossed my mind. I hid my face from Silas tears running down my cheeks. My voice shook. "You don't want me, Silas. You want the idea of me you created in your head. When we talked online talked about desires and dreams, you built me in your head. But is that really me? Do you really see me? Do you really want me?" I was sobbing hard at this point. doing my best to control my tone to not let Silas see me cry, but doing a poor job of it.

Silas pulled my face up, forcing me to look into his eyes his studying mine. His voice gentle and soft. "I've always seen you, Sarah" He scooped me up, gently rocking me pressing me tightly against his chest. Eventually, my sobs subsided. I felt like I needed a drink of water and a nap. I asked, and he brought me a glass of water. I gulped it down. Silas laid on his back, pulling me up over him onto his chest. He put one arm around my upper back and, with the other, gently petted me, starting from the back of my head gently stroking down till he met my rump.

I rested my head on his chest, pressing my ear to him hearing his heart beat. With each stroke of his hand, I felt sleepier. Everything was going to be okay. Everything is okay. I'm sure Silas wants me. I winced as a thought passed he wouldn't want me if he knew what lurked. I felt another welling of tears, and Silas just wiped them away. He made gentle, soothing noises and kept stroking me till I finally fell asleep.

He woke me sometime later. "We should eat dinner" he said. I was allowed a chair, and made me one of my favorite foods. We sat on the couch afterwards, with his arm wrapped around me. I drew my knees up to my chest and leaned into his body. I barely paid attention to what was playing on the TV screen. I was feeling still shaken from the past two days. I gave a wry smile when he would ask me something pertaining to what was playing.

I felt happy pressed up against him and snuggling into his side, but this was wrong; he had kidnapped me lured me out for said capture. But I found happiness here. I snuggled deeper into Silas side, hiding my face from his gaze. as a few tears slipped down it. Was it so wrong? I found happiness; yes, I felt. I battled between those two emotions: of this is wrong and is it so wrong if I'm happy? I finally just concluded that I am just fucked up in the head and that I am wrong for finding any kind of enjoyment of this. Silas gently squeezed tighter. "It's alright, Sarah. I will always be here for you. I will never abandon you" I wasn't that sleepy when bedtime came. Silas said he had more work to do.

I nodded and stayed in my room. Silas was slowly washing away the guilt I felt for my proclivities. He made me feel more sane that my desires weren't unholy abominations. He respected my no and only ever did things with my explicated permission. I submitted to the fantasy of being leashed and fucked; I didn't say no when he bound me on the couch. Whatever we did, I submitted to it, always with my permission. I stared at the ceiling. I still hadn't hashed out my feelings of guilt for feeling happiness from the situation Silas has put me in. the wrongness for loving my kidnapper. I ran my right hand through my hair over and over again in a self soothing gesture.

I got up off the bed, padded to the window, I opened it, observing the thin metal bars. feeling the chill of early winter with its promise of snow. Frost was skipping on the pavement, dancing, and skipped in the light. creating sparkling, shimmering waves as the breeze blew. I shivered, my naked skin prickled against the coldness of the night. I took a deep breath, smelling the cold and the evergreens. the far, far way far off, barely detectable scent of the ocean.