"Darling you may talk like an angel but I know that your the devil in disguise "
WARNING18+ graphic and mature sexual content such as knife play , also may include swearing and have mentions of content preformed with out consent
Warning: this chapter contains: swearing, talk of genitalia
It had been 2 hours since I got off the phone with the master, and he said she would be right over, but she still wasn't here.
Every minute longer I had to wait, the angrier I became. I pulled my phone out, looking for the number, but just as I was about dial, there was a knock at the door. I let out an annoyed huff before heading to the door.
As I swung open the door and I was instantly met with the bright green eyes that got me intrigued in the first place, but suddenly I'm hit with confusion as I saw a purple bruise attached to her right cheek.
She must have noticed that I was staring because she covered the bruise with her hand. That's when I realised I should probably say something, " fuck Um fuck " I was lost for words; this was a new experience for me, and I really didn't know how to fucking act, let alone know what to say.
She giggles at my nervousness which does seem to calm me down enough to be able to form a sentence, " hey fuck, sorry, come in" I step aside so that she is able to walk through the door.
She looks around in awe "so do you live alone, Mr Drysdale" she looks back to me, waiting for an answer " uh no, just me and uhh just call me Sir " I go for a simple name like the rule instructed
* pick a name that your victim may call you
She gives me a weak smile and she must of been somewhat comfortable as she removed the hand that covered the bruise and my eyes couldn't help but examine it " um what do I call you " she looks down to the floor thinking for a minute
" you can think of a nickname for me, but my name is Nola " hmm, Nola, interesting I couldn't take my eyes off the bruise, so I just had to come out and ask" what happened to you " I point to her eye.
She looks down, and a sudden sadness washes over her " well, sir, I accidentally hit my face with my apartment door " I feel my dick twitch in my pants. Her calling me Sir was really doing Something for me. This was going to be more challenging than I thought.
While deep in thought, I didn't realise that Nola was staring at my semi-erect dick. I look at her face to see her gazing down at my dick while biting down harshly on her lip. There was so much sexual tension right now that you could slice it with a knife.
Nola realised that I noticed she was staring, and she couldn't help but turn away and blush with embarrassment. We both let out an awkward cough and scratched the back of our heads. That's when I decided to show her around the house.
Nola's POV
Fuck did he notice me staring at his cock I'm so embarrassed, but I have to say fuck; he is so attractive. He is a lot more attractive than other guys that I've been the victim of. I tried to shake off this feeling while he showed me around the house.
He had shown us the kitchen, the lounge room, and the dining room; we were now upstairs checking everything out
" uh, so this is my room. Don't ever go in there, and next, we have your room " he opened the door to the room he designated as mine, and all I could say was wow.
It was a simple room with a grey and white theme. There was a fireplace enclosed in a grey brick wall and beside the wall had a giant window with such a fantastic view. And what had to be my favourite part was a simple two white lounges that sat in front of the window looking out towards the gorgeous scenery. In my mind, it was the perfect spot to sit and read and drift off to my own little world.
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" uhh did you want to see the torture room, " he says while leaning against the door frame . " maybe later, " I say as I walk over to the bed and lay straight down, and god, it felt amazing. It felt like what I imagine clouds would feel like.
This is the first proper bed I have had in a while. Master only gives me an old lounge to sleep on, and if he is displeased with us, we get a small ass mat on the floor.
A giant yawn escapes my mouth, and I feel awfully drowsy. I stood up to head out the door, but Mr Drysdale stopped me" hey, your exhausted. Get some sleep, and we can talk about everything when you wake up " I give him a small sweet smile.
He closes the door behind him and I let out a little giggle before running over and bouncing onto the bed. I snuggle into the blankets getting all cosy and warm I soon find myself drifting off to sleep easily . I could definitely get use to this ...
