Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 25

SARA: It has been two weeks since my torture. All of my injuries are healed for the most part. Nyssa and I have been meeting one another in secret again. It has become a bit easier now that I am being taught about stealth in my training. How ironic that Ra's is literally teaching me how to sneak around with his daughter.

Nyssa has been gentle with me as my wounds heal. I wish she'd throw caution to the wind and just fuck me against a wall or something because I can feel that she's holding back. I can feel that there's tension that needs to be released. I'm going to Nyssa's room today and I'm going to tell her to just unleash on me. Or I might just unleash on her...I haven't decided...I've thought about it a lot while we are in bed, but I've been too scared to do anything, especially after she told me she was sexually abused in the past. What if she doesn't want to be pleasured? It's a topic I wasn't planning on visiting but I might have to bring it up soon because I want to make sure she is satisfied with our love-making. As much as I want to see her climax, I wouldn't feel right if I were to just go for it without talking with her...

Right now, I'm in the library looking at all the books. I need something to pass the time when I'm alone or can't fall asleep. There's not a lot here other than history books, journals, and various dictionaries. Maybe I should get an Arabic dictionary so I could learn more than what I already know. Or maybe pick up a new language? Could come in handy. I choose an Arabic book and a Spanish book. I took Spanish in high school but I wasn't really paying attention in class so I don't remember much so I guess I could use a refresher.

I leave the library to go back to my room when around the corner, Nyssa appears. There are other members around so I bow my head to her as I'm supposed to.

"Heiress," I say to my disgust. I hate calling her that. I just want to call her Nyssa.

"Ta-er al-Sahfer. Picking up some light reading I see."

"Yes."

"You shall walk with me," she says as she turns to walk by my side.

"What are you doing?" I whisper to her when others are not in earshot.

She takes the books from my hand to look at them.

"Hablas Español?" she asks.

"What?"

She smiles. "Clearly, you do not," she chuckles as she hands the book back to me.

"What did you say?"

"I asked if you spoke Spanish."

"Oh. No. I took it in high school, but I don't remember anything. Thought it would be a good thing to refresh on, I guess."

"Ah. I see."

"Do you speak Spanish?" I ask.

"Sí. I'm fluent in 18 different languages."

"Holy crap, really?"

"Having to be in many different countries means to know different languages."

"I only know one."

"Two, including Arabic."

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm fluent yet."

"Fine. One and a half then. If we are counting halves then I suppose my number would add up to 30 or so."

I look at her amazed.

She looks at the other book. "Trying to keep up with my Arabic?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

"Are you sure we should be walking together?" I whisper. "People were staring."