Chapter 29
Oakley
Could he take away all of that? Would he fix everything that had been done to me? Could he take away the pain that didn’t want to let me go? The kind of pain that was so deep, the sun never saw it?
Was it even possible for a single person to take away all of that, though? Let alone someone who bought me. Someone who Sir said would destroy the rest of whatever I clung to?
There wasn’t much left of me, so it wasn’t like I’d lose anything to let Sabastian do what he wanted. If that was all he did want, to just take away the hurt, then so be it. I’d gladly let him.
So far, this man was nothing like Sir had been. Sabastian was, dare I say it…kind.
I didn’t want the monsters; I never did. That was the only thing I’d do anything to get rid of. And if Sabastian could get rid of them, take them away so they never bothered me again, then I’d let him do anything to me.
Well, I’d let him do whatever to me anyway.
“I’ll take it all away,” Sabastian said softy. “On one condition.”
Anything, I thought. I nodded slowly.
“I want to know everything that goes on up here.” He tapped my forehead lightly. “I want to know all your thoughts, wants, and needs. I want to know when you don’t want to do something. I want to know when there’s something you do want to do.”
But I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know how to tell him what I didn’t like, either. My thoughts were always just that. Mine. Something that was never shared. Sir never cared about me. He just liked to play with me in way too many ways.
“I’ll….try?”
Whatever Sabastian saw in my expression, it caused him to smile, one that reached his eyes.
“I can’t ask more than that.”
Even he knew I could only try. My thoughts weren’t ever meant to be heard.
“It’ll take time, but I’ll share my thoughts too, to show you that I care.”
Was that going to mean more words that made me feel all funny inside?
“Now, how about breakfast?”
I’d rather skip the meal, and just stay right on this man’s lap, but instead, I got my body to move. My bare feet touched the floor, and one of Sabastian hands landed on my lower back, steering me towards the island where I tended to sit and watch him.
“I have a house cleaner,” he began, pulling out a pan from the cupboard. “She’ll be here in about an hour or so.”
“I can clean.” I sat up straighter. I’d do anything.
“I know you can, little one,” he paused long enough to look up from what he was doing.
“But I don’t want you to. The cleaner has been cleaning for me since I bought this place.
She can keep her job, and you will have chores.
Like picking up after yourself. Or doing the laundry and quick wipe-downs that you’ve been doing. ”
“But-“ I instantly shut my mouth.
I knew better than to argue. I knew better than to push for something that was already laid out.
“You are not here to clean for me,” Sabastian said, voice lowering. “You are here to heal, to find a form of a life that you can enjoy.”
Cleaning was easy though, and much better than being on all fours to take whippings. Still, I wasn’t going to argue.
We both fell into silence, one that wasn’t filled with fear. Watching Sabastian cook breakfast was starting to be one of my favorite things to do. Okay, watching him do just about anything was.
It didn’t take him long to make some scrambled eggs and toast. Something easy and quick.
“Tell me one thing you want. Not what you think I want to hear. Something you’ve never had before.”
I shoved a bite of egg in my mouth so I couldn’t answer. There were many things I’ve had before. Things I never allowed myself to dream about getting.
I could only offer a shrug.
“I will be getting you something for your birthday. I’d rather get you things you want over random items.”
“I’ll like whatever you get.” I kept my eyes down, my heart pounding too quickly in my chest all of a sudden. I would like whatever he got me.
With only knowing this man for maybe a month, I knew he wouldn’t get me things that I didn’t need or enjoy in some way. Heck, he could get me a blanket and I’d be content. Or a new toothbrush.
Wait…
“A toothbrush. And…soaps, I guess.”
“Oakley.” I slowly looked up at that tone. Sabastian looked at me, a mix of something filling his gaze that I couldn’t name. Something that made my stomach swoop. “Those are needs, sweetheart. If you need those, I’ll get them as soon as you tell me.”
I gulped, dropping my eyes. The toothbrush I had was new since he gave me a new one the night I arrived here with him. But the soaps I used, the ones that Sir forced me to have, were running low. Well, not all of them. Some, though.
“I think I know what we’ll do today,” he sat back and finished with his meal. “We’ll go get the things you need.”
With wide eyes, I looked at him. Did that mean he was taking me out of the house? I’d been so long since I’ve been anywhere other than Sir’s place or here. The few shopping trips were far and in between, so much so I couldn’t remember where anything was.
“I’ll be good.”
Sir’s threats were loud and clear still in my mind. If I talked to anyone, there’d be hell to pay when we got back to the house.
If I looked at another person, Sir would pour bleach into my eyes.
If I ran off, I’d be found and dragged back, where I’d end up tied to the bed for days on end and the monsters would get to play with me however they wanted.
“I don’t know what Donny expected of you, but I can’t get you things if you don’t talk. I know you’ll be a very good boy, but I also like your voice.”
He liked my voice?
Sir hated it. I couldn’t control how I sounded, despite how much I tried.
“And I guess, I’ll just keep showering you with praise.” He winked, standing up while doing so. “Go get a shower in, dear one.”
I nodded, heat filling my cheeks as I quickly scrambled to stand. I grabbed the stuffed animal on my way through the kitchen.
“Don’t run, Oakley.”
Right. Walk.
I slowed, partly so I didn’t get hurt, and partly because I wasn’t sure what’d happen if I didn’t follow his orders.
But the idea of being able to go anywhere made excitement bubble forth.
***
It didn’t take me long to get ready. A quick shower, shaving everything since it’d been a while since I did that, and washing my body. It took longer to blow dry my hair enough so water didn’t drip onto my clean clothes, but the curls would hold up.
I did have to wonder what my hair would look like if it were straight instead of the waves. Sometimes, the strands were wavy, other times they were in spirals. It just depended on how I brushed it and tied it up. If I left it down to dry, the strands were like wide springs, bouncy and soft.
Then, I’d wonder what my mother’s hair looked like. I couldn’t remember much of her.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I straightened out the soft pink skirt. This skirt was one that Sabastian had bought, and I liked the color. It was lightweight enough to not feel heavy like jeans on my skin.
I paired it with one of his long-sleeved shirts, tucking it under the band of the skirt on one side like I’d seen models in magazines do.
I kind of looked pretty. Or as pretty as I could get.
Sir wouldn’t like it.
Would Sabastian like it?
“I have shoes for you. Molly left them here last time she was here.”
I jerked, hitting my elbow on the wall as Sabastian walked into the room. In his hand were a pair of flip-flops, and my eyes didn’t lift farther than that. My heart was trapped in my chest as it pounded away.
What if he hated what I had on? Would he make me change? What if he liked it too much, wanting to stay in and make me do things to me?
“You look lovely in pink.”
My cheeks heated, but I forced my gaze up under my eyelashes.
Sabastian stood there, not stepping any closer as he looked me over. “We’ll see if we can find you some shirts you like that are in your size while we’re out, too. Or well, me some clothes that you can keep stealing.”
“Sorry. I can go change.” I rushed the words out, moving to take a step, but then paused.
“You can wear what you have on, Oakley. You look good. Just…please make sure to have underwear on.”
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure he saw it. He set the shoes by the doorway before leaving, muttering something I didn’t catch.
Right…underwear. I looked down, not seeing anything that would need that part of the cloth on, but if Sabastian wanted me to wear them, I would.
In the bedroom, I heard the man in the closet while I dug through the dresser. The underwear I assumed was for me was in the top drawer, and I picked a white pair, slipping them on.
I got the skirt righted, letting it swoosh around my legs, right as Sabastian came out of the closet.
“We’ll run into people I know.” That was a good warning. “I won’t be able to explain to them how we met, or who you are to me.”
I tilted my head. What was I to him, exactly?
“You’re my friend. They will all make up their conclusions to that, which is better than whatever I could come up with.”
So they could think I was his slut? Was that what this was all going to lead to anyway? Maybe it’d be better if I didn’t go out, then.
“You’re my Oakley, my friend, and I won’t let anything happen to you. No one but me can touch you.”
“Okay.” If he said so.
“What are you thinking, dear boy?”
He didn’t need to know that. I shook my head, moving to get the shoes. As I walked, I forgot how underwear had felt against my skin. These weren’t tight, exactly, but kind of annoying as the seams dug into my skin.
I’d get used to them, though. I always did when Sir wanted me to wear different things.
“What…what did you do with….the thing….that was on me when you got me?” The thing that caged up my small dick, the thing that wasn’t needed. I had noticed that the blisters had fully healed now, and maybe that was why Sabastian wanted me to be more clothed now.
“Trash.”
“Oh.” I figured he’d have kept it.
“Cock cages are a wonderful toy, but not for someone that has no idea of his wants and needs.”
Another deep blush blossomed. I could feel it travel down my neck this time. My dick, which I thought was long dead, twitched awake. At least it didn’t get hard and hadn’t for quite some time. I was pretty sure Sir had broken it. Which was for the best anyway.
“Are you ready?”
As ready as I’ll ever be, I thought. So, I nodded, not meeting his gaze.
“One thing,” he walked closer, taking ahold of my hand, and with the other forced my head up to meet his eyes with a single finger under my chin.
“You have to tell me if you get overwhelmed. Tell me when anything gets too much. Either tell me the color ‘yellow’ or pinch my arm gently. If you are close to panicking, then ‘red’.”