The walk from Julian’s office to Eli’s bedroom would take a few minutes, but after only stepping out of the office, the guard picked Mara up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way to the room, not wanting to struggle trying to make her walk. Her hands were still tied and a balled up cloth had been shoved into her mouth as a gag, keeping her from screaming.
Finally arriving at the bedroom, the guard expertly opened the door without dropping Mara, then brought her in. Mara looked around the room. It was a huge room. This bedroom alone was larger than the entire apartment she shared with her parents and five siblings. There was a large window that looked out over a forest of trees, a couch placed in front of a huge flat screen TV that was mounted onto the wall, and a large king size bed in the center of the room, which is where the guard was placing her down on.
He sat her down at the end of the bed and re-tied her to the wooden bed post. After he was sure she was secure and wouldn’t be able to escape, without removing the gag in her mouth or saying a single word to her, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Mara sat on the bed and looked around the room. Where was Eli? Was he here somewhere? There was a door that led to an ensuite as well as a closet. Maybe he was in there. But as the minutes passed, she realized she was probably alone. Thankfully the bed was comfortable underneath her as she was unable to move from the sitting position she had been placed in.
As she sat there, so many thoughts raced through her mind. Who has traded her as payment for a debt? What debt? What was Eli going to do with her? Was this something her father had arranged? After years of building back the trust between the two of them, he went and did this to her?
As these thoughts raced through her mind, she found herself growing sleepy as Eli still hadn’t arrived. She rested her head on the post she had been tied to and closed her eyes.
Just as Mara began to feel like she had fallen asleep, the sound of the bedroom door opening startled her back to consciousness and she awoke with a start looking towards the door.
Eli, the same young man who had barely looked at her in his father’s office now entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him and approaching the girl on the bed. Reaching her, he gently pulled the cloth from her mouth, returning to her the freedom to talk. Mara immediately swallowed trying to get her mouth back to a comfortable wet state. After giving herself a few seconds for herself, she looked up at Eli who was standing a couple feet away from her, just staring at her.
Mara didn’t even try to hide how terrified she was. She knew she was shaking and she knew tears were continuing to roll down her face as Eli stared at her.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he spoke.
“What’s your name again?” he asked her.
“Mara,” she answered, her voice shaking.
“Where are you from?”
“You’re 18?” he asked.
She nodded. Mara was surprised with his questions. He was just standing there talking to her like she was a regular girl. Not like she had been tied to his bedpost. “What do you want from me?” she finally gained the courage to ask.
“My father has given you to me. I can do whatever I want with you,” he answered.
“And what is it you want to do with me?” she asked him as a tear rolled down her face.
“Well,” he began, “that really depends on you,” he told her. “If you do as you are told and behave, I will treat you nice and be gentle with you, but you misbehave and I hurt you.”
Mara felt herself trying to pull away, but of course, she couldn’t go far. “Hurt me how?”
A sly grin grew on his face. “Have you ever experimented with BDSM?” he asked her.
Mara’s face fell, realizing what he was implying. “No,” she answered, softly.
The grin on his face grew wider. “Well, guess you’re in for an exciting treat my little pet.”
Walking towards her, Mara felt herself tense up. She hadn’t done anything yet. Was he going to hurt her?
She froze up as his hands began working the knots of the fabric that had been used to tie her up. After a minute, he had it completely undone, but still held her wrists together for a moment. “Don’t try anything funny when I let you go,” he warned her.
Mara nodded, telling him she understood what he was saying.
He released the fabric and her hands fell free. Mara didn’t move from her sitting position on the bed, but she did massage her wrists as circulation began flowing back through them.
Eli only gave her a second of freedom before he began giving her orders.
“Stand up,” he told her.
Mara looked up at him. His face was hard and serious. Mara took this as her que to stand up quickly. She got up off the bed and Eli took her place, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her. She was facing away from him and when he ordered her to look at him, she did so right away.
Eli looked her up and down. “What are you wearing?” he asked her.
Mara looked down at herself. She was still in the clothes she had worn when she went out with her dad. A pair of leggings, a worn-out AC/DC t-shirt and a really worn and torn up sweater from Wal-Mart.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” she asked him, pulling at the frayed cuff of the sweater.
“First of all,” he began, leaning back on the bed. “It looks like you bought everything at Goodwill. Second, you should really buy things that show off your body. I can barely tell what you look like in clothes like that.”
Mara looked down at herself again. Eli wasn’t wrong. Though the leggings fit, the shirt had belonged to her brother and was probably two sizes too big for her, and the sweater had gone through the wash so many times in the long period of time Mara had owned it, it had completely lost its shape and colour. Mara was a typical teenage girl in the sense that she loved going to the mall with her friends on the weekend. However, she never had spending money so she spent the time window shopping rather than buying anything for herself.
“Take your clothes off,” Eli ordered her.
Mara’s eyes shot up to look at him on the bed.
He looked towards her as she stared blankly at him. Then gestured for her to continue. “Hurry up,” he said. “I need to see what we are dealing with underneath as well.” Underneath wasn’t much better, Mara thought to herself, knowing the bra and panties she was wearing were also bought at Wal-Mart.
The sweater she had been wearing was already unzipped so she pushed the shoulders off and let it fall off her body. She wasn’t looking at Eli, but she could feel his eyes on her and she took the hem of her shirt in her hands and lifted it up and over her head. Wanting it to be over with, she stripped her leggings off as well then closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she stood in front of Eli in nothing but her undergarments.
Eli didn’t say a word. He looked her over, he could tell from the way her arms pressed tightly against her sides that she wanted to cover herself but was too frightened. The plain white cotton panties and bra she wore were clearly a cheap brand that she had been using for way too long, as there were stains, small holes in the underwear and the bra was almost too big for her. Her chest was so small, it was almost completely flat and she was very thin, almost too thin, as if she hadn’t eaten much in a while. Eli was able to count a couple of her ribs and she had almost zero muscle on her body. First thing he would do when they were done here was get her a healthy meal.
Despite the fact that she was clearly fearful for what was going to happen next, and her horrible taste in underwear, she was beautiful. She had beautiful natural blonde hair that Eli was tempted to run his fingers through just to see how smooth it was. Her green eyes were enchanting, even with the tears.
Standing up off the bed, he approached her and lightly ran his fingers down her arm, making her head turn away and goosebumps to rise on her skin. As she turned her head, Eli caught her chin between his two fingers and pulled her face back to his.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he told her. Mara did as she was told.
Her eyes were the most mesmerizing shade of green he had ever seen. “Are you scared of me?” he asked her.
She didn’t respond right away. “I don’t want you to hurt me,” she whispered
“I told you, my pet, I’m not going to hurt you unless you misbehave.”
Pulling her chin up, Eli dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers. He held her against himself as he kissed her so softly, almost as if his lips were enough to break her thin, fragile body. He was almost surprised when he felt her lips kissing him back and both of them were surprised by the spark they felt between themselves as their lips interlocked with each other.
He held her and kissed her lightly for a while longer before he pulled away and sat back on the bed.
“This isn’t going to work,” he told her.
Mara looked at him slightly confused. “What do you mean?”
“This,” he said, gesturing to the undergarments she was wearing. “Where did you get these?”
Mara looked down at herself. “Wal-Mart,” she answered.
Eli raised his eyebrow at her. “You live in New York, have you ever been to fifth avenue?”
Mara shook her head.
“Haven’t you ever gone shopping at Victoria's Secret, Macy’s or Nordstrom?”
“I-” Mara looked down and shuttered. “I can’t afford it.”
Eli had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had never known the idea of not being able to afford something. He almost felt sorry for Mara. Forced to wear cheap clothes until they were completely unwearable simply due to the fact that nothing new was ever in her grasp.
“I will have someone take you shopping tomorrow,” Eli told her. “No one who belongs to me will be dressed in no name brand clothing.”
“You’re going to let me go shopping for new clothes?” she asked him.
“With an escort,” he told her. “And yes, I am. Despite the circumstances of you being here, I do want you to be comfortable.”
Mara was surprised to hear this, not that she had ever been in a situation like this before and knew what to expect, but still, it wasn’t this.
“I guess my next question for you is,” Eli said, “are you a virgin?”
Mara’s face blushed red. She was standing in front of this man in nothing but her underwear, and yet she was still embarrassed to answer him.
“No,” She answered after a moment. “No, I’m not.”
“Hmm,” Eli replied. “That’s too bad. I haven’t had a virgin in a while. But at least I don’t have to be gentle with you.”
Mara’s eyes widened at his words. Then they widened further as Eli stood up off the bed and took off his shirt.
His body was the complete opposite of Mara’s. Where she was thin with little to no muscle, Eli was built like a bodybuilder. His arms were the size of melons and he had a handsome 6-pack decorated with brown pubic hair that went down into his pants.
He noticed the way she was looking at him and he grinned. “Do you think I’m attractive?” he asked her.
Mara looked up to his eyes. Even though she was still nervous and scared, she couldn’t lie to him. “Yes,” she said, quietly.
“Well,” he said, “I think you are quite beautiful as well.” He took her hands and led her over to the couch in the bedroom. “You are very skinny, but I will make sure you start eating a healthy diet so you aren’t so fragile looking anymore.”
Bringing Mara to the side of the couch, Eli let go of her hand then walked to a chest underneath his TV. He spoke to Mara as he opened it and dug through it. “Now,” he told her, “I want to play a game with you.” Standing up, Mara’s eyes widened as she saw a black leather riding crop in his hands. “You are going to bend over the arm of the couch, and I am going to ask you some questions, so we can get to know each other better,” he said, with a hint of a chuckle. “If I don’t think you are being truthful, you’re going to get punished,” he told her, indicating to the crop. “Understood?”
Mara nodded her head quickly.
“Good,” Eli said, grinning. “Take off your panties and bend over the couch.”
He stared at her intently as she slowly removed her white panties. Her pussy was covered in a thin layer of blonde hair. It was clear that she had tried to maintain her pubic hair on her own, but had never gotten an actual wax. Something else Eli would have to make sure she had done from this point forward. Bringing her panties down to her ankles, Mara stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor and slowly turned and bent herself over the arm of the leather couch, exposing her ass to him.
Approaching her from behind, Eli stared at her pale behind. He had a desire to run his hands all over her, but he controlled himself.
“You’re good at taking orders,” Eli told her. He placed the crop between her legs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered her. “I want to see your pussy. See if any of this gets you wet.”
Mara hesitated for a moment. She closed her eyes tight and then shuffled her legs apart.
Eli stared at her and bit his lip as her pussy lips came into his view. She wasn’t wet yet, but he would get her there.
Moving the crop from between her legs to the center of her ass cheek. He circled it around a couple times and Mara pressed her lips together in anticipation.
“Let’s start with an easy one, shall we?” Eli said. “How many boyfriends have you had in your life?”
“One,” Mara answered, easily.
“Good,” Eli said, still rotating the crop. “You’re not still with him, are you?”
“Good, wouldn’t want the poor guy worried and wondering where you are.”
Mara knew her ex-boyfriend probably didn’t give a damn as to where she was.
“Now, don’t get this question confused with the last,” Eli continued. “How many men, or women,” he added, “have you been with sexually?”
Mara’s lip trembled. She didn’t want to answer this, worried her answer would just lead to more questions about the past she did not want to re-live.
She felt a small strike across her ass though after her lack of response. “Not answering is the same thing as lying,” he told her.
Pressing her eyes together, tears leaked out of Mara’s eyes as she answered. “Four.”
“Four?” Eli exclaimed, genuinely shocked. “And only one actual boyfriend? Maybe you are more naughty than I thought.”
Mara didn’t respond, not wanting to go into any further detail of the other men she had been with.
“And yet, you are only 18,” Eli continued. “You must be very busy, my little devil. So, tell me, Mara, how old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Uhh,” Mara choked out, trying to think quickly. “16,” she answered after a moment's hesitation.
The crop struck her across the ass sending sharp stinging pain throughout her butt.
“You’re lying,” Eli commented. “Tell me the truth, Mara.”
Tears rolled down Mara’s face. She lip trembled and she was unable to keep the sound of her sob contained.
“Do you want me to spank you again?” Eli asked her, growing impatient.
She shook her head. “No, please don’t.”
“Then answer me, Mara.”
“12!” she cried out.
Eli pulled the crop away from her. This he was not expecting. He looked at Mara, her ass still in the air as she lay hunched over the arm of the couch. Her face was planted deep into the couch cushions as she sobbed. He could tell from her reaction, whatever had happened when she was 12, it had not been consensual.
Eli suddenly felt something he had never felt for anyone or anything before. Compassion. This poor girl was so unhealthy and skinny, she wore clothes that were so old because she couldn’t afford anything else, and now this, probably raped at a young age. All he wanted to do was let her go. He didn’t feel right keeping her here, but at the same time, would he be sending her back to somewhere she would be safe?
He wanted, no, he needed to ask what happened to her. What had gone on and happened in her life to have brought her to this moment. But, right now, he suddenly felt the need to gain her trust first before he could ask.
“If you want me to stop,” he told her, “say red.”
Dropping to his knees, he put the crop down on the ground beside himself then pressed his face into her exposed pussy and began sucking on her clit.
Mara’s cries went from sobs to moans as she felt Eli performing oral on her. Lifting her head up, she tried to turn to see what he was doing, but his arms held her to the couch, keeping her from moving.
“Eli,” asked, “what are you doing?”
He didn’t respond. He spread her legs further and pulled his tongue in and out of her hole.
Mara’s body tensed up as pleasure rushed throughout her entire body. Eli could tell she was enjoying this from the taste of her pleasure.
Having moistened her up, he pulled his tongue out of her hole, then gently slid one finger inside her, still licking and sucking her clit as he moved his finger inside her.
“Oh God,” Mara cried into the couch cushions. How was it that this man that she had been given to to be a sex slave was being so gentle to her. He worked his finger slowly in and out of her while swirling his tongue around her entrance and clit, pleasuring her and tasting her all at the same time. Mara screamed out as he pushed a second finger inside her. She was wet enough that it wasn’t painful, it just felt so good, something she was not used to.
He spread her legs as far as he could, getting himself as deep into as he could go. He worked his fingers in and out of her as his mouth switched from sucking to licking her. She tasted fantastic and he could have eaten her out all day and night. Her moans drove him further and further, and all he wanted was to make her climax and drip her delicious cum all over his face.
It didn’t take long for Mara to cum, squirting her juices all over Eli’s face. Eli lapped them up greedily like it was delicious candy.
Eli gave Mara a moment to calm down before he stood up. He slowly pulled Mara up into a standing position, then turned her to face him.
“Tonight I won’t do anything further,” he explained. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to you, you can tell me whenever you are ready too. But just know this only goes for tonight. Starting tomorrow, you are to be my slave. Is that understood?”
Mara looked towards their feet, trying to hold back her emotions. Finally, she nodded.
“Good.” Eli let go of her, and began walking away. “You may sleep in here alone tonight. I will be back tomorrow.”
Leaving her standing there, Eli turned towards the door, opened it, and left her alone in the room without another word.