Slave can only be named by This Slave’s master. This Slave’s master is Master Blade.”
As though she hadn’t said a word, Dak continued. “Sonia.” He shook his head. “Still isn’t right. You can make this easy on me and tell me your real name, or you can listen to me come up with names for you.”
“This Slave only answers to one.”
Dak’s eyes widened. “I know the perfect name for you. Rebekah.” He tipped the lip of the bowl into his mouth to finish off the soup.
She couldn’t help but lick her lips.
“You want to know why I’m going to call you Rebekah?” Dak put the bowl back on the tray, then lifted his mug filled with tea.
She shook her head. “Why?”
“The name comes from the Bible. It means ‘one who is captivating.’ It also means ‘tying one with rope, mainly animals,’ but that’s just a coincidence.” He laughed.
“Are you a priest?”
Dak jerked his head forward and looked like he would spit his tea across the room. He managed to wipe the excess that escaped from around his mouth. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. A man of the cloth is a new one. No, I’m definitely not a priest or any religious man. I just remembered that name.” He gazed at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The name fits you; well, until you finally tell me your real name. I’ll even take a nickname. Did they call you Stinky when you were a kid?”
She screwed up her lips. “No.”
“How about Crazy Legs?” He patted her legs hidden under the blanket.
She shook her head.
“Then what did your school friends call you?”
She thought back to her life growing up. Recalling those memories that she had suppressed for such a long time ignited a burning in her eyes and throat.
“This Slave had no friends.”
The smile melted from Dak’s face. “Either call yourself Rebekah or don’t refer to yourself as anything at all while you’re with me.”
“This Slave is not owned by you.” She balled her hands into fists.
“While you’re with me, I do own you. And I have every right to rename you. If you call yourself This Slave again in my presence, I will punish you.”
This Slave didn’t know what kind of punishment Dak would dispense, but if he disciplined her anything like Master Blade, she would be able to handle it. Gauging his size, she didn’t figure this one would be as brutal as her master.
Now she wished she could be with Master Blade. At least with him, she knew what to expect.
Dak wiped his mouth with a napkin, then looked at her. “Since you’re not eating right now, might as well bathe you. Maybe after your bath, you’ll be more inclined to trust me and eat something.”
He ducked into a bathroom that connected to his bedroom. This Slave had to think. If he bathed her, what else would he do to her? Touch her in intimate spots? Kiss her? Fuck her? Although she should have been repulsed by those ideas, her body betrayed her once again.
She felt her nipples harden and brush against the blanket covering her when she thought about Dak’s large hands on her body. Maybe it would be easier for her to think of him as a priest. She wouldn’t have such thoughts about him.
Just because Dak hadn’t hurt her yet didn’t mean he wouldn’t. She had to escape. He would have to take her out of her restraints. Once he did that, she would have little time to make her escape.
Scanning the room, she searched for items to use as a weapon. It had to be something she could pick up. Master Blade had always told her that she had no fight in her. Today, she would have to tap into a side her master said she didn’t possess. She would have to battle for her freedom.
She heard Dak turning off the bathwater. He returned to the room with a large towel in his hand.
“What will I, um, This Sla—, uh, wear after the bath?” She tried to stall for time. Also, she would need something to wear when for when she ran.
Dak opened a drawer and pulled out a T-shirt and
As though she hadn’t said a word, Dak continued. “Sonia.” He shook his head. “Still isn’t right. You can make this easy on me and tell me your real name, or you can listen to me come up with names for you.”
“This Slave only answers to one.”
Dak’s eyes widened. “I know the perfect name for you. Rebekah.” He tipped the lip of the bowl into his mouth to finish off the soup.
She couldn’t help but lick her lips.
“You want to know why I’m going to call you Rebekah?” Dak put the bowl back on the tray, then lifted his mug filled with tea.
She shook her head. “Why?”
“The name comes from the Bible. It means ‘one who is captivating.’ It also means ‘tying one with rope, mainly animals,’ but that’s just a coincidence.” He laughed.
“Are you a priest?”
Dak jerked his head forward and looked like he would spit his tea across the room. He managed to wipe the excess that escaped from around his mouth. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. A man of the cloth is a new one. No, I’m definitely not a priest or any religious man. I just remembered that name.” He gazed at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The name fits you; well, until you finally tell me your real name. I’ll even take a nickname. Did they call you Stinky when you were a kid?”
She screwed up her lips. “No.”
“How about Crazy Legs?” He patted her legs hidden under the blanket.
She shook her head.
“Then what did your school friends call you?”
She thought back to her life growing up. Recalling those memories that she had suppressed for such a long time ignited a burning in her eyes and throat.
“This Slave had no friends.”
The smile melted from Dak’s face. “Either call yourself Rebekah or don’t refer to yourself as anything at all while you’re with me.”
“This Slave is not owned by you.” She balled her hands into fists.
“While you’re with me, I do own you. And I have every right to rename you. If you call yourself This Slave again in my presence, I will punish you.”
This Slave didn’t know what kind of punishment Dak would dispense, but if he disciplined her anything like Master Blade, she would be able to handle it. Gauging his size, she didn’t figure this one would be as brutal as her master.
Now she wished she could be with Master Blade. At least with him, she knew what to expect.
Dak wiped his mouth with a napkin, then looked at her. “Since you’re not eating right now, might as well bathe you. Maybe after your bath, you’ll be more inclined to trust me and eat something.”
He ducked into a bathroom that connected to his bedroom. This Slave had to think. If he bathed her, what else would he do to her? Touch her in intimate spots? Kiss her? Fuck her? Although she should have been repulsed by those ideas, her body betrayed her once again.
She felt her nipples harden and brush against the blanket covering her when she thought about Dak’s large hands on her body. Maybe it would be easier for her to think of him as a priest. She wouldn’t have such thoughts about him.
Just because Dak hadn’t hurt her yet didn’t mean he wouldn’t. She had to escape. He would have to take her out of her restraints. Once he did that, she would have little time to make her escape.
Scanning the room, she searched for items to use as a weapon. It had to be something she could pick up. Master Blade had always told her that she had no fight in her. Today, she would have to tap into a side her master said she didn’t possess. She would have to battle for her freedom.
She heard Dak turning off the bathwater. He returned to the room with a large towel in his hand.
“What will I, um, This Sla—, uh, wear after the bath?” She tried to stall for time. Also, she would need something to wear when for when she ran.
Dak opened a drawer and pulled out a T-shirt and
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