All The Hurt Would Go Away

On the edge of the abyss...

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and temporarily forgot that it wasn't Lin's cooking. Trudging downstairs I saw Andrew in the kitchen and chose to sit on the couch in the living room so I wouldn't have to speak to him this early.
"Jon?"
"Yes?"
"Come in here."
I walked into the room and stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"I am a human being Jon, I would like it if you at least said 'good morning' to me. I could've just eaten this entire breakfast by myself not knowing you were awake."
"Sorry, I just -"
"- What? After last night? You needn't worry about that until tonight, it all adds up you see. The more you piss me off, the worse you receive payback each night. Simple as that. In the daytime I won't do a thing, so have the simple manners to say 'good morning' please."
"Right, sorry."
He rolled his eyes, what now?
"And stop apologising for God's sake, it's starting to get annoying. There's your breakfast, go eat."
I took the plate off the counter and proceeded to sit in the same spot I sat in last night during dinner, hopefully I'll avoid a stand off but Andrew probably won't even notice.
"Okay so the plan for today is -"
He paused looking at me then at his seat, before smiling to himself.
"Huh, didn't see that coming. Anyway the plan for today is I will go to a job interview to get back on track."
I slightly smiled to myself, hopefully I'll get some privacy then, even if he takes me with him.
"I'm trusting you to stay at home and not do anything wrong, you know the consequence. I'll be leaving in about an hour so I expect you to see me off to the front door; don't be all nervous and weird like you normally are. In my mind we're a couple, and you don't get a say in that, so behave like it or you'll suffer."
I nodded and quickly swallowed the food in my mouth when I saw his stare and quickly added:
"Yes, I understand."
He sat down at the table and began to tuck in, ignoring me entirely. Fingers crossed he'll do that for the next five days including today.
"How was your sleep?"
"Uh, good? I mean great, the mattress is very nice."
He hummed in agreement before naming a brand I assume is the make of the mattress.
"How was yours?"
I tried, hopefully this is creating the couple facade for him, I've got no clue.
"Jon, I don't sleep for long, but just lying down to rest was very nice. Especially with company."
I smiled looking down at my breakfast, did he mean that or was he just easing the blow? Oh for gods sake he's psychotic, not a cute stranger, get a hold of yourself!
"Is the food alright? I don't know what you like but since this is a classic I made it anyway."
"It's very nice thank you."
He looked at my plate then went wide eyed.
"Wow, you do love your fried eggs don't you? Is it a favourite of yours?"
I shrugged before remembering what he said yesterday.
"I'm not sure, they're really nice though."
"I'm happy you like my cooking Jon."
He quickly looked up at me and gave a small smile before looking back at his breakfast, it was small but by god did it ease my nerves. I finished before him and offered to take the plates which he corrected me on.
"Remember, dish washer. Not sink."
"Yes I know."
I mumbled in a sadder tone and he laughed
"Welcome to my house, Jon. I want to ruin you nice and slow: so it's small steps in the day and big ones at night."
I raced out of the room and began to stack the plates in the dishwasher, once they were all inside I debated whether to clean these or wait till lunch and dinner pass to save the water.
"Andrew?"
"Yes?"
"Um, should I wash them now? Or wait till the end of the day?"
"End of the day. But I expect no dishes to be left on the side, immediately put them in the dishwasher please."
"Okay."
"Oh and one more thing -"
"Yes?"
"- Call me Sir from now on."
He winked and with that he was upstairs getting ready whilst I was frozen in my spot. I can't just compliment his authority so far as to literally call him a hierarchal name! But is it worth paying the price for during the evenings? I closed the dishwasher and began to polish the kitchen counter, finding the surface polish and cloth on top of one of the cupboards.
"Very good, and I didn't even tell you! You're learning."
"Thank you."
He folded his arms looking at me pointedly and I quickly broke eye contact knowing what he meant and began to make myself small again.
"- sir."
"I see we'll need to work on that though. Due to what your doing right now, I expect the house to be polished and clean by the time I'm back. Which should be around 11ish. I want you waiting by the door. Any problems?"
"Are there any rooms I can't go in? Sir?"
I timidly added
"No. And I could barely hear that last word, what was it?"
I tried to project but I merely whispered once again.
"Sir."
I blushed as he smirked, looking me up and down suggestively. It made me feel sick.
"Care to say what you called me a bit louder?"
His eyes were watching, challenging me to argue back but I couldn't. I didn't want to play this sick game anymore, and I've still got four days after this.
"I called you Sir."
He was gradually getting closer to the point where if either of us leaned two centimetres in, we'd be kissing. He then ran his fingers through my hair and tugged the ends at the back of my head, causing me to tilt my head back to lessen the pain.
"You need to say that louder unless you want me to force it out of you."
I gulped and tried to say it as loud as I could, but due to my head being pulled back, my voice came out as a loud whisper. Which was not good news for me.
"You said it louder before that! That's just pitiful, guess I have no choice..."
He proceeded to leave kisses on my neck, tugging my hair to gain access. It didn't take long before he found my sweet spot and began to suck on it to the point it was painful. He then bit the newly bruised spot and laughed at my state from that attack on my sensitive spot.
"I'll stop when you scream Sir, whether that is from pleasure or mercy it is your choice. But I'll push you."
He tugged me by my hair to the living room and roughly pulled me in for a kiss, it was the first time I'd kissed anyone for years and once again, it was with the wrong guy. Andrew pushed me to fall backwards onto the couch and he towered over me.
"Right you little bitch, I have five minutes before I need to leave. The only thing I want to leave that pretty mouth of yours is 'sir'. No moans, no whines, nothing but what you call me. And I will stop when I think it's loud enough."
"Yes sir."
He shook his head smiling then got out a scarf covering my eyes with it. Oh god, he could just kill me now, I can't see him. Might as well take the easy route. About a minute later, I felt his hands tracing the neckline of my shirt: his hands started to add pressure around my throat and I began to panic. Is he actually going to kill me? Not long after I felt his other hand undoing my belt, I tried to cross my legs and heard his patronising voice
"Ah ah, you're mine remember? Now open your legs, I'm not gonna fuck you or even take off your boxers. Not yet anyway."
I reluctantly let him remove my belt and he started to palm me from the outside of my trousers, and as much as I tried to resist: It did feel good. My throat began to tighten and I felt like I would faint
"Now what do you call me?"
"S-Sirrrr."
"Louder."
"Sir - fuckkk."
He then stopped completely and stood up, leaving me horribly uncomfortable still on the couch.
"I said the only thing I wanted to hear was Sir. Not only did you dismiss that but you swore as well."
"S-Sorry Sir."
"Hmm, you can serve that apology tonight - I need to go. Remember I don't want to see anything out of place when I get back, especially you."
"Okay Sir. Can I take my blindfold off?"
He chuckled to himself at my expense then removed the scarf. Once my eyes adjusted I tried to look for him but in the space of a couple seconds, the front door was shut and locked. I made my way to the mirror to see what he'd done and immediately wished I didn't. My face was flushed, there was a large hickey on my neck turning purple, and my hair was completely unkempt. It looked like we had fucked. If Lin saw me like this right now, well, Andrew's probably planned the last night already for that purpose. I just need to be strong enough to take it.