Chapter 8
She was his now, all his, his slave to do with as he pleased, and she let him know as much, not with words or actions, but by the adoring way she looked at him, first when sucking his cock, and after, when washing his groin carefully with a cloth. Tom knew, in order to keep her his, he had to keep a tight rein on her, at least for now. Give her one lousy inch, and she would exploit it into ten miles. That was Susan's nature. She was unable to help herself. His best bet was to totally dominate her for as long as possible, until a natural change took place inside her, and she realized she just wasn't going to get it any better than she had it, right now.
"Hurry and get me something to drink," he said to her.
' "In a moment," she sighed, still feeling the aftereffect of her own orgasm. She was lying beside him on the bed, panting heavily. Tom used a foot to kick her out of bed. "When I tell you to do something, you do it," he ordered. "Now move your ass. I want a drink. Scotch-rocks."
Susan didn't like this aspect of Tom Warren. However, it came with the rest of him, and she knew there was nothing in the world she would be able to do to stop him. Theirs was a relationship that would need maturing on both sides. At the moment she was unable to see herself as he saw her. As far as she was concerned, he was maligning her, abusing her, taking advantage of her, even after she had offered him love. Well her future was obviously going to be different from that which she had originally envisioned, but it was just as well. The last thing she needed was the kind of future she had originally foreseen for herself, where she would be working at smuggling diamonds until she was either caught or too old, and then she would end up in prison or in an old-age home, which was also prison. If Tom had done nothing else, he had made her aware of her body. She knew now, if necessary, she would be able to use it, for awhile, at least, because she had no doubt she was extremely desirable. But she wouldn't sell herself like some common tart. Rather she would prefer to be a wealthy man's mistress, and there were plenty of old men, extremely wealthy, who didn't go for the frivolous young girls who willingly flaunted their bodies at men. She knew, because she had met multitudes of them in the diamond capitals of Europe. They had approached her more than once with an offer of fabulous wealth in return for sole use of her body. She had always refused because of her inordinate fear of sex, but that fear had finally been overcome, to some extent, anyway. If she stayed longer, she knew her fear would be totally overcome, but only because it was this man who was teaching her all these things.
She found the scotch in the cabinet over the refrigerator, and took ice cubes from the freezer. She poured a measured amount into a glass and brought it back to Tom who was sitting up in bed.
"This is fine," he sighed, after sipping it. "Lie down!"
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm going to give you a little reward for behaving so nicely."
"What kind of reward?" she asked.
"Something sexual," he smiled, and she realized he was unaware that she had come from sucking his cock.
For some reason, and she didn't know why, she felt panicked. But she did as he said.