The house was big and large around Keira and there was a child crying softly somewhere. She was in a room with paintings but she could only see a sweaty face of a young man and the paintings were whispering to her. She felt afraid and looked down and saw that her stomach was bleeding. She realized that this was because it had been ripped open from the inside. But the sweaty face told her that it was ok anyway so she stood up and hugged all the arms that were reaching out for her.
And that is when she woke up, holding the arms of lord Vincent Harker who was already dressed and sat by her side in her big warm bed. He stroked some hairs from her face and smiled at her. “There, girl, no need to worry. It was just a dream.”
She smiled and nodded. “I know... Good morning, Sir.” She yawned. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For caring about my nightmare.”
He gave her an encouraging smile and reached into his pockets for the key to unlock her restraints. “What did you dream about?”
“Uh... I’m not sure. It was something about one of the rooms on the first floor...” she tried to recall the layout of Harker Hall as she had started to learn it. “...the game room in the west wing, I think.”
For some reason this made the smile on Harkers face fade slightly. “I see.” He stood up beside the bed. “Let’s just hope the bad dreams leave you alone?” He nodded towards a pile of clothes on a chair. “I have brought you clean clothes for your outfit. But today you are not to wear any underwear with it at all. Understood?”
She nodded and sat up in bed and nodded. “Understood.” She felt like he had done her a favour to carry new clothes to her chambers. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now, get dressed and get down to the balcony for today’s breakfast as soon as you’re ready.” And with those words he left her on her own.
She hurried as best she could and cleaned up a bit before getting dressed. She had hardly had time to inspect her own assigned chambers before and even using its bathroom was new. It was a huge one and she had her own small jacuzzi along with a shower and a closed off toilet. But, she decided, she didn’t have time for even a quick bath right now so just cleaning up would have to do.
While she dressed she looked around at the paintings in her room some more. They didn’t seem as scary and just vulgar anymore. But then, just two days ago she had never done anything sexual with anyone... Now she had had anal sex, been bound and at the complete mercy of a man she had only just met. She didn’t know if she should feel scared, sad or just excited about the things that had happened to her, but some of the paintings around her made a weird sort of sense when she tried to understand them the way Harker understood them.
But there had to be some moral restraints even on her employer. Some of the things the pictures were simply wrong. In one picture a man was forcing himself into a child that was sucking on her presumed mother’s breast. In another a man was fucking what appeared to be the newly strangled corpse of another man. In a third place there was a woman hanging from a sling under a horse that was pushing into her arse.
And even the pictures that weren’t morally reprehensible were often simply impossible. There was a man who had pushed one of his hands into a woman’s pussy and his hand and most of his forearm into her arse. There was a man bleeding from what looked like hundreds of lashes across his back, but still alive enough sucking another man. And in one place there was a series of people linked together in the way she had seen people online joke about the ‘human centipede’.
She shuddered a little at the strange art she was living with after having gotten dressed and then went down for breakfast. As per the day before, Harker was reading his newspaper and their breakfast was served. They talked casually as Harker commented some political news and Keira found that she actually happened to know a thing or two about it since there had been a discussion at school. And when the topic turned to news about a celebrity’s affair she got to inform her employer about what had happened and why it would completely ruin what would otherwise have been a really good live tour for the band in question.
Eventually the girl decided that she just had to ask. “Uhm, Sir?”
“Yes?” Harker sipped his tea, making her refill it.
“You said today... I would get my third lesson?” She didn’t dare look directly at him. And she didn’t know how she felt about the fact that yesterday she had gotten to choose if she wanted a lesson at all while this third one had simply been decided for her.
“Yes, I did.” He looked at her with his intense dark eyes. “Is there a concern you would like to bring to my attention?”
This was it! She did have a choice and she would get out of this insanity! All she had to do was explain how she thought he had gone way too far and that she really didn’t feel comfortable doing all these things. “No, Sir.” She just couldn’t bring herself to object. She told herself that her family did need the money, that he couldn’t possibly do something worse than he already had and that she was probably locked in anyway. She really didn’t want to admit that part of her was enjoying this.
“Then what is it?” He relaxed slightly again.
“I just...” She paused, trying to find any of the questions and questioning going on in her head that she could express. “...when will I get it?”
“This afternoon.” He took a mouthful of tea. “And I am done with my breakfast, no need to refill my cup.”
They finished the meal with more regular conversation before getting up. Following Harker into the building Keira asked. “What would you like me to do today, Sir?”
“You’re still very much in training” he answered. “You will need a full understanding of Harker Manor when you start properly next weekend. Therefore we’ll start today off with a tour of the grounds.”
“Sir?” She dreaded the answer to her question. “Do you still want me dressed like this when we are out walking?”
“Yes, as long as you are on the estate, during work hours you are to wear that uniform or less if instructed.”
She swallowed. “I see, Sir.” She really hoped they wouldn’t run into whomever Harker had hired as groundskeeper or worse, her brother Archie who might have decided to get a little gardening done during this Sunday.
The front of the building faced south towards the village and there was not much in that direction except for the road and a fairly modern garage that Keira was shown housed Harker’s Rolls Royce and BMW. There was also generous space next to the garage where she was instructed that guests with cars were supposed to park.
After having quickly covered the garage they turned west to walk around the house. There were several different smaller buildings and sheds there, including one with fenced area next to it. “What are these then, Sir?” Keira asked.
“That,” Harker pointed to the various buildings as they walked past them. “That is a storage shed for garden equipment while that one over there actually has the lawn mower and such. The small one there used to be an outhouse but I’m going to have it demolished at some point. That one over there with the fence will act as a kennel when my dogs arrive.”
“You have dogs?” She asked with a happy grin. “How many? Are any of them still puppies?”
He shot her an amused glance. “You forgot ‘Sir’ again...”
She looked to the ground and cursed her own lack of manners. “Sorry, Sir. I’ll... work on it, Sir.”
He suppressed a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.” He led them around the corner to the back of the house. “And I have two – a labrador and a german shepherd, but both of them have been in quarantine since they have been abroad. They haven’t been puppies for a couple of years however, but I’ll be picking them up tomorrow so they will be here next time you work.”
She smiled and nodded while she looked around at the area just north of the main building.
Most of this area she had already seen from the balcony during their breakfasts. Close to the house was a patio with a fountain and some flowerbeds. After that came a typical English garden designed to look like a natural but impossibly perfected landscape. In one area there was a large hedge maze and the further from the house one got the more did the garden become one with the surrounding forest. Harker pointed out the maze. “I don’t expect that you will need to learn to navigate that at once, but your brother will spend some time cutting the hedges so you might need to be able to find him at some point.”
Ok, so she would likely end up showing herself in this outfit to her brother. She nodded glumly and figured that she would just have to talk to him about it and hope that he wouldn’t tease her for it or think that she was being slutty or something. She blushed as she realized that any ideas about what wearing her short skirt would mean were actually true.
They walked past a few trees and came to a partially hidden pool with a very small house next to it. The building wasn’t bigger than needed to house a couple of changing rooms and showers and a tiny gym that was very lacking in terms of equipment. “If you want to arrange some sort of gathering for friends at some point, borrowing this,” he gestured towards the pool and building, “ could be an option.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Thank you for making me take my mind off my short skirt for a while.
He pointed towards a shed near the edge of the proper forest. “Over there is the equipment used by the groundskeeper. See the little red flag tied to its door handle?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That flag indicates that outside that point there might be traps set. Don’t ever go outside those points during the night unless escorted by me or the groundskeeper and never go there at all unless being very careful where you’re walking.”
She nodded and decided to not ask what kind of traps might be set that would endanger a human.
They turned around and made a wide angle towards the east. They came to a herbal garden and Harker had her look at a lot of the different things planted there and memorize their names. She suspected that it was a chance for him to get a good look under her skirt and after having gone through phases of being annoyed with it, disgusted by the fact that he was a grown, compared to her, old man staring up the skirt of a fourteen year old little girl... she caught herself wiggling her butt a little extra. She blushed and looked back at him and he was clearly admiring her, something that made her disturbingly satisfied with herself. But Harker also glanced over at a few trees in the other direction, but when Keira stood up she couldn’t see anything over there. “Sir? What are you looking for?”
He shook his head and sighed. “Nothing. I thought I saw a rabbit first and considered ordering it for dinner. But it seems it was just a root sticking up.”
She nodded, slightly annoyed with herself for caring enough to be hurt that her employer could be so easily distracted from her young tush. Her annoyance was cut short by a hand inside her skirt, fondling her cheeks and she gasped, staring at him but not moving away.
“Good.” He said with a grin as he let go and started walking again. “You will be ready for the lesson later, I think...”
There wasn’t much beside the east wing of the main building besides another, much smaller patio and some more bushes and flower beds, so they quickly found themselves at the front of the building again and Harker turned towards her. “I have about two hours work to do. I want you to spend that time walking the grounds and getting to know Harker Manor further. But at one o’clock sharp lunch is served in the normal dining hall and you are expected to wait outside a quarter to.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said, happy to get some time to just walk around and try to figure out her life. Also, it was a lovely day outside and she really didn’t mind getting some more fresh air.
At 12:45 exactly Keira stood outside the dining room door and she only had to wait some five more minutes before Harker showed up. She could hear how someone was moving about, setting the table inside but she figured she’d be in deep trouble if she opened the door to find out who the cook was. Not to mention how embarrassing it would be considering her own lack of clothing.
They had a very regular lunch for most of the time. It was starting to dawn on Keira that she was sitting on the chair for the most part on her naked butt and that she was completely exposed as soon as she didn’t keep her legs strictly together... But somehow that felt natural. In fact, she was slightly disappointed that she got to eat by the table again and not on the floor by his feet, but she didn’t say anything.
As they finished up she had to bring up the dreaded topic again. “Sir? The lesson? Is it to be now?”
He shook his head. “No, you still have things to do.”
“Should I spend even more time in the gardens, Sir?” She was slightly confused and, she told herself, not at all disappointed that today’s lesson wouldn’t be yet for a while.
“No. I have prepared some books in the library for you to read.”
Ok, so the confusion still stayed. “If you say so, Sir...”
The books proved to be mostly things about ethics, what seemed to be porn novels from, like, really long ago, or general stuff she might get to read in school. She found a name in the big pile that seemed familiar however. ‘Marquis de Sade’... Wasn’t that the guy in the painting Harker had pointed out on her interview?
A couple of hours later she had not only read through de Sade’s Philosophy in the bedroom but also started on a book about ethical egoism. Most of the text had seemed dull or weird or just poorly written. But it also was sort of hot in a way, and she could see where foundation to Harker’s ideas came from. She had crept up in a big leather armchair, pulling her legs in under her and holding a book with both hands when she noticed her employer’s presence next to her.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She said standing up. “I didn’t see you at first...”
“You were reading the books I had assigned to you, that is nothing wrong. Had I required you to pay more attention to me, I would have made you.” He smiled and turned around. “I came to tell you that it is time for some afternoon tea.”
She quickly put the book back on the table and got up to follow him.
They walked towards a room on the second floor that had been locked to Keira before now and she wondered what kind of afternoon tea this would be. She also heard some quick footsteps inside just before they opened and realized that another door was just being closed and locked and she peered in that direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of who might be hiding there, but it was too late.
The room itself was not that special for the most part. It had a few wooden chairs that would have looked perfectly normal had there not been straps attached to them so that a person’s arms, legs and chest could be secured. In front of the chairs there was an antique table and a tray with a silver tea pot, creamer and sugar bowl and two small and thin porcelain cups. The room had two big windows facing north, but the view was partially blocked by big satin curtains.. Around the walls of the room were several big wardrobes.
“Have a seat and pour some tea for the both of us.” Harker indicated one of the chairs. “In fact, I want you to refill your own cup every time you refill mine.”
That seemed like an odd request, but hardly the strangest thing that had happened to her since she had arrived that friday. “Yes, Sir.” She nodded and did as she was told.
Quickly she found herself realizing that this was another method her employer used to make sure her presence was on the here and now. He would alternate randomly between drinking half a cup, which was the equivalent of a small mouthful, nearly finishing it and just taking a very small sip. This meant that she needed to make sure she drank her own tea and roughly the same time and amount that he did and that she checked both of their levels each time to make sure it wouldn’t risk getting emptied.
“Are you ready for your third lesson?” The question came rather out of the blue but Keira had been waiting for it.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice only trembled slightly with trepidation of what might come.
“Good.” He studied her carefully. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“No!” For some reason her immediate answer had angered him. “You’re a young girl with a couple of years left until you can be called woman, more or less locked in with a man who has chained you up forced himself into your arse and given you pain. Don’t answer my question without thinking about it.”
She stared at her employer in slight shock. From the way he had acted so far she would have expected him to just want her to do as she was told and it had felt like he had told her to say that she trusted him. She considered her situation and it was quite clear that the man in front of her wasn’t to be trusted. From an outsider’s point of view he had already raped a young girl and if that wasn’t enough the paintings in her bedroom were disturbing reminders of how twisted his mind might be. But at the same time he had been nothing but a gentleman in his manners and every time he had locked her up at night she had felt safer than ever before.
“I... I try to trust you, Sir.”
He seemed more pleased with that answer and nodded carefully. “Do you think I will hurt you?”
She was about to answer with a ‘no, of course not, Sir’ but stopped as she remembered his reaction moments before when she had answered without thinking. “...Yes...” She whispered, her voice unsteady and she turned away her eyes.
“Good girl. I have already hurt you and you know there will be more. So why do you still try to trust me?”
“Because...” She tried to think of a reason but couldn’t really find one. “Because I want to?”
He shook his head. “No. And this is where we get to today’s lesson.”
He walked over to a wardrobe and reached inside, pulling out a leather hood and then motioned for her to come over to him. She stood up and studied the hood with suspicion. She noticed that it didn’t have any holes for the eyes and in fact that was probably the main purpose of it. There was a strap running from the forehead to the neck but otherwise her hair would be free and there was nothing blocking her mouth. “On your knees,” Harker commanded and she obeyed.
When the mask was pulled over her head and tightened she noticed that is also partially restricted how much breathing could be done through the nose, forcing her to keep her mouth slightly open to breathe comfortably, and it muffled sounds slightly. Harker’s rough hands held hers. “Stand up with my help and then undress, leaving everything to fall to the floor.”
She nodded and did as she was told. Taking her clothes off in the complete darkness when she knew his eyes were on her young body was harder than she’d have thought and somehow felt even more exposed than just being naked like she had the day before.
Harker held her hands again with one of his and placed the other on her back, urging her to start walking in the indicated direction. “You will always have to trust me,” he said. “Not because you want to but because you have to. Because you fear what might happen. And what are you to do with fear?”
She swallowed as he led her across a threshold and into a room where the floor was cold and possibly stone tiles. “Turn it into pleasure.”
She was led to a place in the room where the floor was uneven and Harker warned her to tread carefully not to hurt her feet as she walked next to some sort of crevices. Eventually they stopped and she heard the sound of a chain being moved about. It was attached to the wristbands that were part of her uniform. She hadn’t even thought about how the little loops on the leather would make them into quite strong cuffs.
The chain pulled her down to the floor and she had to get into a kneeling position again, with her legs apart to accommodate for one of the irregularities in the floor. She felt Harker’s hands on her back, reaching around to fondle her breasts and she let out a slight gasp as he twisted and pulled her nipples. She felt his lips on her back, kissing her. The intimacy made her heart race faster and she moaned as his right hand moved down from her breasts and reached her pussy, spreading her. She realized how wet she was as he easily inserted a finger into her before playing with her clit.
He pushed a second finger inside her first before pulling out, leaving her feeling slightly empty. Suddenly she felt his fingers against her mouth instead with the scent of her own juices getting through the mask somewhat. She understood what he wanted her to do and so she took the fingers into her mouth and tasted herself on them. It wasn’t even that bad, she thought before being interrupted by him pulling her slightly to make her stand more on all four.
He was behind her now, his hand once again seeking out her virgin pussy while the kissing had gone from her back to her cheeks which he then used his other hand to pull apart. She took a deep breath preparing for the pain she had known the day before as he had pushed something into her rear... But instead she felt his mouth there. Part of her was panicking in shame and disgust. Why would he do that?! It was a dirty place and not where you’d have your tongue. At the same time, his fingers inside her while the tongue pushed just inside her tight opening made her moan even more.
She was starting to get very turned on and tried to move to get more out of the fingers inside her and just wished he’d touch her clit more and finish her off. Preferably ending the session soon since the build up of her orgasm was starting to make her aware of just how much tea she had been drinking. But as soon as she was really close he withdrew both fingers and mouth, leaving her frustrated and confused. “Please,” she begged. “Please, Sir...”
“Please what?” His voice was in front of her now.
“Please, Sir... Make me cum...”
“Give me a kiss first.” His voice was just in front of her and she could feel his breath on her face.
A kiss? He hadn’t asked for anything like that before. Somehow it felt more... special than the things he had done to her otherwise. And he wanted one now when she knew where his tongue had just been? But she was starting to get desperate, both to get to cum and to get to the bathroom afterwards, so she leaned in and felt his lips against hers. To her surprise there was no bad taste at all. Instead there was only a sense of intimacy as she gave her first real kiss to a man twice her age while bound to the floor and naked.
As they finally parted lips she looked in what she presumed was his general direction. “Please, Sir? May I cum now?”
“Why are you in such a hurry?” He teased as he stood up in front of her.
“I...” She blushed. She really didn’t want him to feel that he needed to go quicker because of her. And she didn’t want to have to admit to why. But there was no way she could see around it and so she muttered her answer. “I... sort of... need to go to the bathroom.” After a pause she added “because of... you know... the tea...”
“You are in a bathroom.”
His answer confused her slightly before the realization dawned on her and she went pale. “You... you mean, in front of you?”
“Yes. The sunken part of the floor between your legs is there for that reason.”
She was about to start crying inside her hood. She had feared all sorts of painful things he might do to her body, but this was just humiliating. How could he want to have her do this? It was private and something to be hidden.
She heard him walk around her again and his hand reached her still wet pussy, forcing finger and then two inside her. She moaned from the sensation but couldn’t help wanting to hide and cry because the pressure also pushed on her bladder. And every little step closer to an orgasm he took her was also torture as it made it more difficult to hold back. Eventually she just had to let it flow, likely splashing his hand. Thankfully, she thought, there was hardly any smell. But she tried to hide her face as she could feel his eyes on her as the pee kept pouring out.
He didn’t let her hide for long however, grabbing her head he pulled her face front and she felt something bounce against her lips that could only be his cock. Ashamed she reluctantly opened her mouth and let him push inside. It felt... weird and big. She had never had one in her mouth before and didn’t know what to do, but she attempted to move her tongue around it and treat it as a sort of kiss. It seemed to have worked because she could hear Harker moaning above her.
“Remember your third lesson next time you just want pleasure” he grunted. “You can trust me, because you can trust that I will hurt you. It might not be your body, but it will hurt some part of you – your mind or your body. And you will learn to see the pleasure in it.”
She sobbed and tried to think of what he said as she felt the last few drops fall from her down into the well in the floor. Her dignity stripped away she could only cry and lament it. She was given no more privacy than one of her employer’s dogs and there was no way for her to escape back to the life that had been. She tried to do what he said and see the pleasure in this, on how she was getting to be part of anything intimate, even the things she thought were disgusting. And again, the comfort made her feel better. She wanted to thank him for not shunning her for what she had just done and so she tried to press her lips more together and picked up the pace, trying to give him the experience of fucking her mouth.
Harker moaned through his heavy breathing before he suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her off. She could hear him panting and wondered if maybe she had been too eager and he wanted her to slow down. Then she felt a sort of thud against her chest as something warm hit her, but it was more than what could just be his cum. It took her about a second to figure out what had happened and then she instinctively pulled back. He had been drinking the same amount of tea as her... and now she was splashed by his piss. Again there was hardly any smell... But the mere thought made her feel sick. She was bound and blindfolded on a floor in a room she hadn’t even seen and her employer’s pee was pouring over her breasts, down her stomach and mixing with her own as it dripped off of her.
Pleasure, she thought desperately. She needed to find the pleasure in being violated like this. She was given a part of her employer, she thought. He wanted her body to take part in something intimate for him. And she was exposed and unable to get away from him as he put her through another level of hell. It took her a few seconds to realize how she had come to think of that as something positive in itself.
When he stopped the whole experience had her feeling hot simply from being used, if not in a way that would make her cum alone. She willingly opened her mouth again as she felt his cock pushing against it. it wasn’t until just after that she realized what she probably got a few drops extra off as she licked the tip, but she didn’t care. She knew that he would hurt her physically and mentally and she trusted him.
The young girl’s mouth did its best and Harker was already close to cumming. She felt the first stream of slightly salty warm cum inside her mouth before he pulled out by pulling her hair. The rest she could feel as some of it dripped down from her hood. He moaned heavily and then stood there panting for a moment.
Harker walked to her side and she could hear him move about some and then a shower was turned on. She sighed slightly as the warm water touched her feet and her employer’s hand was placed on her back, gently stroking her. She moved to him and gratefully enjoyed his careful touch as he washed her off.
As he was getting closer to done she felt his fingers seeking out her pussy again. She was reluctant at first. Part of her felt that after the violations he had put her through he shouldn’t get to just make her feel good like that. But then she thought about what he had said about the day’s lesson and relaxed. She could trust him to hurt her more and somehow that made it more okay.
Soon she was moaning again, getting three fingers inside her and she wondered if he would take this chance to take her virginity. And she wouldn’t have minded. It would have been another violation, something she trusted him to do to her. But instead he had grabbed something else that was thick and felt slightly cold to the touch. She gasped as the rod like shape was pushed into her as it was both pleasurable and painful. She had never had anything that big inside of her before and the stretching made it ache. She felt some sort of fabric being wrapped around her waist and a flap was pulled over her crotch and fastened in the back. It secured what ever it was that he had put inside her but also made it clear that he didn’t intend to fuck her right then.
Instead she felt her cuffs being unhooked and she was helped to an unsteady upright position, made even more awkward by the thing inside. “Come this way.” His order as he gently guided her out of the room made her aware of how silent it had been except for her own moans for a long while. She attempted to walk as best she could in the direction he showed her, but her legs were shaky and she had to make room for the object between her legs. And to make it worse the movements made it twist about and she constantly had to lean on Harker as she gasped at painfully pleasant push or twist.
She couldn’t keep track of where he was taking her through corridors and at least one staircase downwards. Eventually he stopped very suddenly with her in a room and she heard someone else in there who had been moving about but froze when they entered. A few seconds later some smelling vaguely of vanilla perfume walked past them on quick feet. Keira was mortified. Someone had seen her naked, blinded by a leather mask and with a likely very obvious thing in her pussy. She tried to cover up as best she could but her hands were held in place by Harker and it was too late anyway. And the only lead she had was that perfume.
She didn’t get to stand and feel sorry for herself for long however. Instead Harker started to remove the hood that had covered her eyes for she didn’t know how long. She blinked at the sudden light hitting her eyes and looked around. They were in a small room with a window, a table and two chairs. The window was facing west she noted since she could see the kennel and sheds below. On the table was a steak dinner for two and she realized that the person passing them by as they walked in must have been the mysterious cook.
Harker stood beside her, dressed only in his trousers and he studied her with a friendly smile. “It is time for dinner.” he said and indicated towards the chairs. “Have a seat for now...” While he spoke he undid the knots that held the thing around her waist together and he moved her hand inside, where she felt the hard and wet thing that was filling up her pussy and she looked down at it. It was half a cucumber. “...but hold on to that so that it doesn’t leave you as you sit down.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Slowly Keira sat down on a chair while Harker followed her. She tried to find a way to sit that didn’t mean she’d push the cucumber uncomfortably far inside.
To her surprise her employer lifted her legs up on the armrests of the chair and then got down on one knee. She didn’t know what to do about her hands as he took hold of the cucumber for her so she placed them on his head, ready to remove them if he seemed to disapprove. But he didn’t – instead he reached in and kissed her inner thighs. She felt the cucumber being moved inside her – twisted around and pulled in and out while his tongue probed her pussy around it. When the tongue reached her clit she was already moaning loudly and held on to his hair simply to feel like she had a grip on reality.
Her breathing became increasingly quick and heavy as the vegetable was used to take her and his tongue darted across her sensitive areas. She knew as she felt her orgasm building up again that she was lost. She would let this man do anything to her and she would just try to find pleasure in it, and she would do anything to thank him for it. And with those thoughts she screamed out her pleasure as her pussy clenched around the cucumber and her body shook.
As she was still panting he leaned back with a smile, finally pulling the vegetable out of her. She could only smile vaguely back at him. “Thank you... Sir...” she mumbled.
He stood up and then placed the dripping cucumber on her plate. “This will be your vegetables for this meal” he said as he sat down on his own chair. “Make sure to eat up.”
And eat it she did, with great enthusiasm as she could see him studying her every time she had some cucumber on her fork. But there was little conversation as both of them ate and just relaxed. Harker finished his plate first – partially because he didn’t have half a cucumber extra to eat. And he studied her as she finished up. “You have been very good this weekend, girl” he commented.
She was a bit surprised at the sudden remark. “Tha-, Thank you, Sir.”
“When you arrived this friday, do you remember how I told you that the correct form of address for me was ‘Sir’?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“There is another title that I will accept, but only from one I truly consider worthy of it.”
She nodded. It made sense that some people who might visit would use a special title for her lord Harker if they had some greater bond to him.
“You,” he said, placing his hand on her chin to make sure their eyes met. “You may now refer to me as ‘Master.’”
It felt like he had given her a gift of some sort and her heart fluttered. He cared about her, that is what she heard. “Thank you, Master” she said with a happy smile. “I.. I really look forward to work here for you...” She surprised herself as she realized that she truly meant that. Her body was still aching and she had been crying from humiliation and shame just hours before and all she knew was that she really wanted more of it.
That evening she happily held out her arms to be locked up with the cuffs and she fell asleep with a happy smile. Even her dreams left her undisturbed during the night and the only thing that could have been better was that she was still very sleepy as Harker woke her up in the morning.
Their earlier, Monday, breakfast was taken indoors and conversation was about regular things and the only thing that felt weird, Keira thought, was that she was wearing her school uniform and felt overly dressed. As she left through the front door with her backpack and got on her bike she felt like she was waking up from the strangest, darkest and best dream of her life.