Chapter 18 Collette
After our unusual moment the night before, things started changing the next day.
At six am, the lights came on taking me several moments to get reacquainted. I had to hold my hands over my eyes and squint, but I’d take it. The elevator doors opened. Rossi appeared with a T-shirt and pair of shorts as well as new underwear.
“Please shower. Mr. Holdt will be with you shortly.”
I could only nod in shock.
In the stack of items, he’d brought me a full towel, clothes and socks, everything I could want.
The need to hurry into the shower was more from a compulsion to wear clothes again than to do as I was asked. Or so I told myself.
I emerged clean and dry to a room full of light just as the elevator doors opened.
Mr. Holdt stepped out with my food.
It was a bit of a shock to actually see him, after spending almost a week in the darkness in addition to sitting beside him on the couch.
I felt a slight moment of nervousness after what we shared the night before. It was so intimate and vulnerable. He’d been able to see me, but I hadn’t seen him.
He was just as delicious as I remembered.
Surprise filled me when he sat down next to me and began to feed me once again.
This time was much different because the lights were on, possibly dimmed so it didn’t hurt my eyes as bad as if they were full on and I adjusted to it.
All of his so-called training kicked in, and I sat on the sofa, watching his every move.
He’d had time to memorize me, with his fancy ass glasses that could see in the dark.
Gone were the caresses though. His hand did brush against my skin from time to time, each one sending a jolt through my system. It appeared that they were more accidental rather than to tease me.
“Now,”
he gathered a few things together, “I’ll return shortly with some paperwork that I will need you to start doing for me. Please be ready and at the table when I return.”
I stopped myself from saying yes sir, only seconds before the words would have emerged. I needed to make sure that I didn’t let him have complete control.
There were some things that couldn’t be helped at this point. If I wanted to eat and have clothes, I needed to let him have some control. What I didn’t have to do was give him complete control over my mind and body.
Two hours later, surprise filled me as he handed over the data sheets to go through while working on his own laptop next to me.
He was available for questions, but it was a companionable silence. I didn’t want to rock the boat by asking questions that weren’t completely necessary. If I’d learned nothing else from this experience, it was to be flexible and watch rather than ask questions.
Lunch was a short process before we went back to work. It didn’t really surprise me since he was a business minded individual.
After a quiet dinner without any sexual innuendos, the lights went out once again, but with one small difference. He put his arm around me, pulling me close to his side.
The thought of snuggling or touching him wasn’t so horrible after all. Unwilling to stop him, I felt almost desperate for someone to hold me. I simply accepted the circumstances and hoped that if I behaved in a manner he approved of, he might actually give me even more leeway.
The lights remained off for the rest of the evening after he left, but I’d gotten used to being in the dark so it didn’t bother me at all. I found it made it easier for me to sleep.
He continued with the same pattern for the next few days until what I assumed was Friday afternoon.
Rossi appeared with a new outfit and shoes about the time dinner would have been served.
“Please change and be ready to leave in ten minutes.”
He placed a stack of clothes on the edge of the couch and moved swiftly back to the elevator.
Slightly shocked at this turn of events, I realized I was being rewarded.
I’d been doing a fairly decent job with the research he’d given me, but I hadn’t been given access to a computer yet. Which was understandable given the circumstances.
Still, I was itching to be able to send a message to Ingrid and let her know I was still alive after the past few days or weeks, however long it was that I’d been out of communication with her.
There hadn’t been any indication he was trying to get me into his bed or mention more of the sexual aspects we’d shared the week before.
My body had been so sated after those two back to back orgasms that I barely noticed he hadn’t been as sexually motivated.
Well, maybe more than barely, but I was okay with it.
The focus had been on him giving me actual work and assignments.
When the elevator doors opened, I assumed Mr. Holdt would be inside, but was unprepared for the empty elevator. I hesitated, not wanting to be denied the chance to leave.
“Please come upstairs,”
his voice directed over the intercom. I stepped into the elevator, unsure of what was about to happen.
The elevator doors opened on the upper floor, and I stepped out.
Was he actually going to let me out of the basement? Hope filled me as I followed his instructions.
“This way.”
He motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom.
Surprised filled me at his actions. Maybe he was going to get some sexy stuff started.
“Well, this is just a day of interesting situations.”
I winked and took a seat on the bed.
“That is certainly true. Now, turn over, ass in the air, and don’t get your shoes on the bed,”
he ordered.
I did as I was told without blinking an eye.
The sex stuff was easy. Especially since we’d discussed doing something very similar to this.
“Take down your pants and underwear.”
Holding back a groan, I couldn’t wait for him to sink his cock inside me.
“Hold your cheeks apart.”
His voice was so deep, and I had the urge to ask if this was good enough.
Controlling my impulses to be sassy, I simply did as he asked.
A cool metal touched my skin around my asshole.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I blurted out, unable to control myself any longer.
“Mmm…I’m looking at this delicious virgin ass that needs to be trained.”
He used some type of liquid gel to rub over my asshole.
“Deep breath,”
he commanded. “Release.”
As I let out the breath, he slid the plug into my ass.
I yelled, startled.
“Another deep breath, then release.”
He slapped my ass in the sort of good girl way.
“Now, pull up your pants.”
I did as asked, but the plug in my ass was annoying.
How was I supposed to move around when I could feel this thing?
“You’ll get used to it. Whenever you need to use the restroom, just ask and it will be removed. Otherwise, it needs to remain where I placed it. Is that clear?”
His finger tilted my chin up to look him in the eyes.
There was no way to hide the blush staining my cheeks.
Then again, why did I need to be embarrassed, he was the one putting things in my asshole?
“Yes, it’s very clear.”
“Good. This way when I’m ready to take that ass, it will be prepared for me.”
He walked into the attached restroom and washed his hands of the lube.
He surprised me again when he offered his arm to escort me out to the vehicle.
Breathing deeply, I tried not to think about the thing stuck in my ass and how humiliating it was to know it was in there.
I guess I should have been happy that he’d taken me out of the basement.
This had something completely out of the ordinary even sexually. Men always talked about wanting to do butt stuff, but most of them were too shy to actually follow through with it. It appeared that Mr. Holdt wasn’t shy and that given a chance in the future he would follow through.
As I took his arm, he escorted me through the house and outside. It was then I noticed Rossi was in the passenger seat making sure that Mr. Holdt was protected.
Unsure of how to respond or what he was expecting, I managed to stay calm even as my nerves were kicking into overdrive. I kept my eyes focused and tried to get as many details of my surroundings as I could.
The limo pulled into the underground parking garage of a condo building.
I couldn’t help but think that maybe this was my chance. I had to be cautious though because they would be looking for me to either make an escape or find some way to contact someone from the outside world.
Earning their trust first was going to be difficult. It had to be done in such a way that they would trust me in the future. That unfortunately took time. Time I had to spend.
The urge to snoop around a little more was crushed when dinner arrived.
“I’ll give you the tour after dinner is over.”
Mr. Holdt led me over to the kitchen table, but instead of sitting me at the table across from him, he motioned to the cushion sitting on the floor.
My eyebrow rose, but I could only sigh in frustration before taking a seat. With my legs crossed on the pillow, I was fairly comfortable as long as I didn’t think about the butt plug stretching my ass open for him.
Inside, I was rebelling at being treated like the family pet. I had to remind myself that I had to sit on the floor for meals at some foster homes, this was no different.
But I was better than this and didn’t deserve this type of treatment. I had appreciated our equal status in the basement when we’d both sat on the couch.
He still continued to feed me bite by bite, but all of the caresses and touches were gone.
The option of being left in the dark wasn’t much better than being allowed to sit at his feet.
With his slight contact gone, I felt myself craving it more. The need to be able to see and experience the sunlight again was amazing.
Was it worth the degradation of my spirit?
I would be alone and without his touch.
He seemed to sense that I was having an inner battle to accept this new position.
After dinner, I was allowed to lie on the couch with my head in his lap while he watched the news. Nothing exciting happened.
No talking, but I tried not to purr when he did run his fingers through my hair from time to time. It wasn’t in a sexual way, but more playful.
My mind tried to go through all the different possibilities.
What could he possibly want from this arrangement? How did this benefit him? Where was the meaning in all this?
In the end, I simply found myself relaxing and going into a zoned out state of mind. There was no need to worry or figure out the next step because everything seemed to have already been thought out for me.
At ten o’clock, he got up and took me to what I assumed was the spare bedroom. It came equipped with a bathroom.
“Good night, Collette.”
He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and closed the door.
The lock clicked from the outside, but instead of worrying or trying to deal with possible solutions, I found my head hitting the pillow. Sleep began to overtake me.
The fact that I was above ground in a bed with blankets and sheets seemed almost luxurious.
How had my situation in life changed in just a short time?
I wasn’t even sure what the actual date was until the news had come on this evening. I had been down there in that basement for over two weeks.
Between the days of darkness and other forms of torture, it felt like it had been ten months. Only two short weeks had passed, and I wondered if Ingrid had even tried to look for me. She might have simply given up and moved on to another case.
My eyes closed, and I slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.