[TOM'S POV]
Next Day (Day 3)
I think it was my third day now with my captor, and I wasn't feeling as broken down as I had been yesterday. I was a bit hungover but not terribly, and he kept giving me water and even cooked some eggs for me to eat, so I was feeling better every second. I was also relatively comfy in one of his long white button-downs again. I sat at the kitchen counter in the morning to eat and did my best to remember the night prior. We went to the bar and talked, though I think I did most of it. He drove us home and settled me into bed for sex, which went differently than usual. He was so careful and considerate of me, and I remember feeling really good. "Mm." I made a slight sound of contentment, catching his attention. "Are you done?" He reached over for my plate and looked at me. "Mhm!" I smiled as he took it and washed it off in the sink. He seemed so parental and comforting today. He looked more comfortable too, with a white shirt and long black cardigan with gray sweatpants. I hadn't noticed he was wearing those as pajamas until just now.
I hopped down from the stool at the counter and looked around, feeling nervous since some of the boundaries still weren't clear in his house. Ever since last night, he's appeared to be in a good mood, and I didn't want to risk losing that. He walked around the counter and opened up a drawer, taking out a tablet and doing something with it. I walked over to the living room space, looking at the long comfortable couches that wrapped around the room, then to the TV, wondering if he'd ever let me watch something on it. "Here." He came over to me and handed me the tablet. "I took any business information off of it so you can use it. Feel free to play any games or watch videos." He petted my hair caringly. "Oh, thank you!" I gasped, finding the home button and familiarizing myself with the interface. "You can sit down, by the way." He sat down on the nearest part of the soft, light gray couch, moving some decorative pillows out of his way. I shyly sat beside him and immediately went on the tablet to search for games to play.
"Mind if I ask you some questions?" He got comfortable, one arm on the back of the couch and the other on the armrest at the end. I had never seen him so casual, and it made me feel more comfortable. "Sure." I nodded, still on the screen. "Your father used to work at my company, that is how I got to know about you. He mentioned you now and then. As you know, we let him go awhile back. Where does he work now?" He asked, taking me by surprise. "Oh, uh... he works online now, more like commissions and stuff." I elaborated simply. "What about your mom?" He inquired next. I felt put-off and gave him a worried look. "Why do you want to know these things?"
"It's been three days of you not answering calls or showing up anywhere. They're probably looking for you now." He sighed, bothered by such a thing. "I have a tendency to ignore responsibilities. I have an apartment on my own and no obligations, so I'm not really missing much." I looked down at the screen, feeling a bit sad now. "We need to take care of that, then. You can tell me where your apartment is and grab your stuff. We'll need all of your legal documents and personal information so we can pay this month's rent in advance and move you out of the apartment so you can live here." He elucidated the plan. My stomach felt queasy, and I groaned. "I'll give you the address and passcode to my place, but I'm not exactly up for a whole moving job today."
"That will work." He smiled, getting up to grab a pen and notepad from the kitchen drawer. I gave him my information and focused back on my game, still very tired from everything that's happened. "Looks like you don't live too far from here. I'll be back in a few hours, alright?" He walked over to me and kissed the top of my head, then fluffed up my hair. "Okay." I blushed, playing the game. "Alright. Be good." He took off his cardigan and slung it over the couch arm beside me, then put on a coat from the closet and buttoned it down. He took his keys and opened the front door, leaving me all to myself for the first time.
I shut the tablet off and looked around keenly, standing up immediately. I had done it. I can escape. I looked down at his cardigan, picking it up while walking to the kitchen to look over at the front door. I could just walk out of here. I'm free. I made my way to the door and looked out of the windows, seeing the fresh morning day just awaiting me so pleasantly. I grasped his cardigan, an emptiness ultimately consuming me. My thrill of joy washed away into depression just like that. Even if I left, where would I go? I would never find somebody as successful and caring as him. Even if he's been cruel, this could turn out to be a good thing for me. I can't deny that he knows how to please me like nobody else ever could.
He's hurt me so much, though. "Hmph." I stepped away from the door, looking up the stairs. This was the first time I would be able to escape, and maybe the last for all I know. "But..." I trembled, remembering the pleasure he afforded me last night. It was so intimate and gratifying, and I felt happy to be with him. I want that again... I want more of it. But I was drunk and so was he. I'm probably not remembering it correctly in the slightest, there's no way he'd be so focused on my feelings. He was convincing, but he definitely didn't really care about me. He just wanted to have sex without me fighting back... it was all a part of his masterplan. He only made me feel that good so that I would make him feel good too.
I pressed my thighs together, walking upstairs as I stayed in thought. I can't leave. I need his body against mine... I need everything he gives to me. I was nothing without him anyway. I like him a lot, and I mean, everyone has their flaws. I can't fault him for something that is not within his control. He was abusive, but that was only when he first brought me here. He's only truly been kind the past two days. "Hm..." I walked into 'our' room and sat on the bed, the memories of last night coming back to me all at once. The way he leaned over me, reading my emotions and accommodating them with diligence. How he thrusted into me just right until the pleasure was overwhelming. Nothing had ever felt so good.
"Fuck..." I whined angrily at myself as my body was heated up just from the memories. Humiliation hit me and I realized that I should probably solve my arousal. I looked around the room and went over to the closet to try and reach for the box at the top shelf. I know I shouldn't be going through his things, but he probably wouldn't be upset if I just wanted to use one of the toys, right? Well, it seems like it doesn't matter. "Ugh!" I couldn't reach it and wasn't about to go about piling up other items to try and get to it. I grumbled and plopped back down on the bed, figuring I'd please myself the way I usually would. I grasped his cardigan, his warmth and scent still emanating.
I lifted up my oversized shirt and grasped myself, pumping myself in desperation. I didn't often do this on my own due to a low libido, so it felt almost foreign. "Mm." I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled onto my back to speed up my strokes. It felt kind of good, but not nearly that of anything he had done with me. "Gch." I lifted up my legs, still trying my best to please myself as I spread my thighs. My hand was getting tired, and I became frustrated with myself. I settled down and stopped, huffing for breath. My eyes went a bit wide realizing how I had instinctively rolled onto my back and spread my legs while wanting pleasure. I closed my legs and sat up, embarrassed by my own habitual behavior. What was I to do? I've never inserted anything into myself on my own... I don't know if my fingers would even be enough for me. I want someone to do it for me.
I blushed at my own submissiveness, pouting and hitting the covers on the bed. "Ugh! Dammit!" I whined, pushing myself onto my feet and walking back downstairs. Something about being denied gratification was turning me on more; I couldn't help it, I just wanted to release. I put a hand on my face in disappointment, "What's happened to me?" I stood still in thought. Looking at the clock, I realized it was still going to be some time before he came back. Maybe I could watch videos to help me get off. Yeah, people do that, right? I went back over to the couch and picked up the tablet, going to search some things up. Before I went all in, I looked up some things about being submissive or dominant.
I had never really thought much about the personal roles, and I found it kind of fascinating how most people tended toward one or the other. Everything I read just seemed to confirm that he and I had deeply defined instincts that lead us to each one. I nervously looked up some videos of a 'submissive' person and a 'dominant' person, shy to watch something so inappropriate. The first one I watched reminded me a lot of him and I, which I suppose made us seem more normal. Though all of these videos seemed to be with a girl and a guy. The second video was more aggressive, and I panicked a little seeing the submissive girl get choked and moan in pain. Isn't that a really scary thing to do to somebody? But this video seems so popular...
I clicked on another, seeing someone on their knees obediently listening to the more dominant one of the two. My face was flushed red as it reminded me of last night again, though this girl was even more submissive than I had been. She waited on her knees and did everything as told, referring to the other as 'Master' and following his strict rules with pride. She was controlled but seemed to be happy with it. I felt the same way oftentimes; I would please him if it meant he gave me pleasure back. It was a kind exchange that made the most sense to me. I closed the video and shut off the device, shifting my thighs and whining. I couldn't wait much longer, but I'd have to. When he gets back, I need to arouse him so that he wants to have sex. That should be easy based on past experiences, right? He'll be happy to do it, I'm sure. I'll even call him Master. I'll listen to anything he asks me to do. He looked very content with that when I did as told last night.
