Liam's Sex Slave
Chapter 11
After taking a quick shower in my bathroom and changing into my night wear, I head downstairs and look for Liam. He told me that he would be in the kitchen when I was done showering.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Liam trying to make pasta. It looks like he was trying not burn it, you could see the frustration on his face.
“Do you need help?” I speak up and walk closer to him.
He blushes which I find adorable and he nods hesitantly.
“I don’t want to ruin it,” he chuckles. I nod understandingly and take his place in front of the stove as he moves and goes to fridge and takes out a bag of what looks like a bag of put together salad. He opens it up and puts in a big bowl and goes to the pan tree and grabs the salad dressing. I stir the pasta and a little seasoning and let it cook for a few minutes. When it looks done, I drain the water into the sink.
“The salad is on the table; let me grab the bowls and plates.” He says and goes to the cabinet and grabs the plates and bowls.
I have to admit, I like the feeling of having dinner with Liam. It makes me feel less alone for once.
I go the fridge and grab the butter and add a little bit into the pasta to give it some flavor and put it back. I toss the pasta around with the large spoon and put some on the plates Liam gives me. He smiles at me and I smile back as he grabs my plate for me and goes into the dining room.
“Silverware?” I ask loudly.
“Top drawer on the left next to the stove, love!” He says back. I follow his directions and grab both a spoons and forks.
I go into the dining room and smile at Liam.
“I think wine would go grate with this,” he grins at me and I nod in agreement. He takes off into the kitchen again and I sit down where my plate is placed next to his. It looks like he has already put the salad in my bowl so I just add the dressing.
A minute later, Liam comes back and hands me the glass filled with red wine. I take sip and sigh.
Now I feel relaxed.
“Let’s eat!” He cheers.
“We did a great job with dinner,” I laugh lightly.
“Thanks to you,” he winks at me.
“Do you want to know something funny?” He adds.
“What?” I ask as I take a bit from my salad first.
“I don’t use spoons from anywhere else but from here, they have to at least be own spoons or plastic at least, it kind of freaks me out if I use ones from restaurants or stuff like that,” he shudders and I nearly choke.
I pat my chest and cough but then cover my mouth with my hand and giggle madly.
“So… You’re afraid of spoons?” I ask curiously.
Is he serious?
“Yes, I guess so. It’s gross to use spoons that have been in other people’s mouths.”
“Oh Liam, that’s too cute!” I laugh.
“Wait, what about forks? Forks go into people’s mouths too!” I explain.
“That’s different!” He argues.
“No,” I shake my head and sip my glass of wine and dig into the pasta; which is delicious by the way.
“It is because you can just pop the food into your mouth,” he says proving a point. I shrug, I guess he’s right.
“Whatever you say Liam, but beware of the germs!” I say in spooky voice earning a nudge from him.
“What do you have a fear of?” He asks me curiously.
I think for a few moments before answering.
“You’ll laugh,” I pout and continue to eat.
He sips his wine and shakes his head. “I won’t, please?” He begs giving me a puppy face.
Oh gosh why would he give me that sort of face. Has he used this face on anyone else? It’s really hard to say no to him!
“If you laugh, I’ll hit you,” I warn. He nods but there’s a smirk on his face. “I’m afraid of a couple of things actually. Like for one, I’m afraid of snakes, they give me the creeps,” I shiver. “I think being killed by a snake is a horrible way to die honestly,” I tell him but it looks like he’s holding his laugh but I ignore him and continue. “I’m also afraid of sharks, those things are just… No.” I shake my head. “They are one of the reasons why I’m afraid of going into the ocean. My mom’s friend got attacked by one, barely made it out alive, poor woman.”
I frown and Liam looks surprised by this, I guess he didn’t expect to hear a tragedy like that. “And lastly… I am beyond terrified of… Now I swear Liam, if you laugh,” I warn him again.
“I’m terrified of zombies.” I say softly and look down at my plate.
Liam’s loud laughter makes me frown but I look up at him and give him a death glare. I know zombies aren’t real but still. I hated seeing movies as a child of a dead person eating a living person, it always made me feel so bad for the person who would die, and it made me want to just go into the movie and save them somehow.
“Liam! Stop laughing at me!” I slap his shoulder. He shakes his head and continues to laugh his head off. I grumble and take a big sip of my wine. “It’s not that funny!” I argue.
“You. Afraid. Zombies!” He laughs and I can feel myself starting to laugh with him. His laugh is honestly the cutest thing in this world.
“Stop,” I laugh with him. "You're so mean! I didn't laugh that much when you told me your fear of spoons!"
After a couple of minutes of laughing and my stomach being in pain from laughing so hard, we finish eating and take our bowls, silverware and plates into the kitchen. I tell Liam that I will wash them even though he tries to talk me out of it. I ignore his protest and wash them.
Liam pours himself another glass of wine. I can feel his eyes are on me as I wash the dishes and pot from the pasta. I look at him and is taken back by the look he has on his face. Lust.
He sips from his glass and continues to stare at me, his eyes look at bit darker. I would be lying if I said that the way he’s looking at me doesn’t turn me on, it does. I turn my attention back to washing the plate in my hand.
In a matter of seconds I feel arms wrapped around my waist. I don’t dare turn around and look at him but I do stop washing. He rubs my sides in small circles and his head dips into the side of neck.
I bite my bottom lip as he begins to leave soft kisses on my neck.
“Liam,” I say breathlessly.
“I want you now,” he mumbles seductively.
I close my eyes and try to concentrate but I find it now hard as he begins to suck on my neck. Great, more marks by him.
I thought he didn’t want to start this yet with me? He wants to start now? If I do this, I will be having sex with him, because he will be basically my boss now. I still find this strange that this is my job now.
“But-”
“Shh…” He tells me and spins me so I can look him in the eyes. “I’ll take care of you, if you take care of me.”
I nod slowly and just give up. This is the reason why I’m here. To pleasure Liam, to fill the emptiness he holds.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I tell him.
He smiles brightly and gives me a big passionate kiss that leaves me breathless as he pulls me away.
“Just so you know… Know that you’re mine I suppose, we’re going to try new things different times, just to spark things up.”
I look at him confusingly. What does he mean by that?
“Oral sex,” he explains seeing the confusing on my face. My mouth turns into a ‘o’ form and it goes dry. What? Oral sex? No, I don’t think I’m cut out for that kind of stuff. It’s just weird, isn’t it?
“Don’t worry baby, we won’t do that tonight but we will sometime soon. I promise it’s better than you think,” he says gently.
I just nod not really liking the idea of doing oral but I guess this is what I signed up for, right?
I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Liam trying to make pasta. It looks like he was trying not burn it, you could see the frustration on his face.
“Do you need help?” I speak up and walk closer to him.
He blushes which I find adorable and he nods hesitantly.
“I don’t want to ruin it,” he chuckles. I nod understandingly and take his place in front of the stove as he moves and goes to fridge and takes out a bag of what looks like a bag of put together salad. He opens it up and puts in a big bowl and goes to the pan tree and grabs the salad dressing. I stir the pasta and a little seasoning and let it cook for a few minutes. When it looks done, I drain the water into the sink.
“The salad is on the table; let me grab the bowls and plates.” He says and goes to the cabinet and grabs the plates and bowls.
I have to admit, I like the feeling of having dinner with Liam. It makes me feel less alone for once.
I go the fridge and grab the butter and add a little bit into the pasta to give it some flavor and put it back. I toss the pasta around with the large spoon and put some on the plates Liam gives me. He smiles at me and I smile back as he grabs my plate for me and goes into the dining room.
“Silverware?” I ask loudly.
“Top drawer on the left next to the stove, love!” He says back. I follow his directions and grab both a spoons and forks.
I go into the dining room and smile at Liam.
“I think wine would go grate with this,” he grins at me and I nod in agreement. He takes off into the kitchen again and I sit down where my plate is placed next to his. It looks like he has already put the salad in my bowl so I just add the dressing.
A minute later, Liam comes back and hands me the glass filled with red wine. I take sip and sigh.
Now I feel relaxed.
“Let’s eat!” He cheers.
“We did a great job with dinner,” I laugh lightly.
“Thanks to you,” he winks at me.
“Do you want to know something funny?” He adds.
“What?” I ask as I take a bit from my salad first.
“I don’t use spoons from anywhere else but from here, they have to at least be own spoons or plastic at least, it kind of freaks me out if I use ones from restaurants or stuff like that,” he shudders and I nearly choke.
I pat my chest and cough but then cover my mouth with my hand and giggle madly.
“So… You’re afraid of spoons?” I ask curiously.
Is he serious?
“Yes, I guess so. It’s gross to use spoons that have been in other people’s mouths.”
“Oh Liam, that’s too cute!” I laugh.
“Wait, what about forks? Forks go into people’s mouths too!” I explain.
“That’s different!” He argues.
“No,” I shake my head and sip my glass of wine and dig into the pasta; which is delicious by the way.
“It is because you can just pop the food into your mouth,” he says proving a point. I shrug, I guess he’s right.
“Whatever you say Liam, but beware of the germs!” I say in spooky voice earning a nudge from him.
“What do you have a fear of?” He asks me curiously.
I think for a few moments before answering.
“You’ll laugh,” I pout and continue to eat.
He sips his wine and shakes his head. “I won’t, please?” He begs giving me a puppy face.
Oh gosh why would he give me that sort of face. Has he used this face on anyone else? It’s really hard to say no to him!
“If you laugh, I’ll hit you,” I warn. He nods but there’s a smirk on his face. “I’m afraid of a couple of things actually. Like for one, I’m afraid of snakes, they give me the creeps,” I shiver. “I think being killed by a snake is a horrible way to die honestly,” I tell him but it looks like he’s holding his laugh but I ignore him and continue. “I’m also afraid of sharks, those things are just… No.” I shake my head. “They are one of the reasons why I’m afraid of going into the ocean. My mom’s friend got attacked by one, barely made it out alive, poor woman.”
I frown and Liam looks surprised by this, I guess he didn’t expect to hear a tragedy like that. “And lastly… I am beyond terrified of… Now I swear Liam, if you laugh,” I warn him again.
“I’m terrified of zombies.” I say softly and look down at my plate.
Liam’s loud laughter makes me frown but I look up at him and give him a death glare. I know zombies aren’t real but still. I hated seeing movies as a child of a dead person eating a living person, it always made me feel so bad for the person who would die, and it made me want to just go into the movie and save them somehow.
“Liam! Stop laughing at me!” I slap his shoulder. He shakes his head and continues to laugh his head off. I grumble and take a big sip of my wine. “It’s not that funny!” I argue.
“You. Afraid. Zombies!” He laughs and I can feel myself starting to laugh with him. His laugh is honestly the cutest thing in this world.
“Stop,” I laugh with him. "You're so mean! I didn't laugh that much when you told me your fear of spoons!"
After a couple of minutes of laughing and my stomach being in pain from laughing so hard, we finish eating and take our bowls, silverware and plates into the kitchen. I tell Liam that I will wash them even though he tries to talk me out of it. I ignore his protest and wash them.
Liam pours himself another glass of wine. I can feel his eyes are on me as I wash the dishes and pot from the pasta. I look at him and is taken back by the look he has on his face. Lust.
He sips from his glass and continues to stare at me, his eyes look at bit darker. I would be lying if I said that the way he’s looking at me doesn’t turn me on, it does. I turn my attention back to washing the plate in my hand.
In a matter of seconds I feel arms wrapped around my waist. I don’t dare turn around and look at him but I do stop washing. He rubs my sides in small circles and his head dips into the side of neck.
I bite my bottom lip as he begins to leave soft kisses on my neck.
“Liam,” I say breathlessly.
“I want you now,” he mumbles seductively.
I close my eyes and try to concentrate but I find it now hard as he begins to suck on my neck. Great, more marks by him.
I thought he didn’t want to start this yet with me? He wants to start now? If I do this, I will be having sex with him, because he will be basically my boss now. I still find this strange that this is my job now.
“But-”
“Shh…” He tells me and spins me so I can look him in the eyes. “I’ll take care of you, if you take care of me.”
I nod slowly and just give up. This is the reason why I’m here. To pleasure Liam, to fill the emptiness he holds.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I tell him.
He smiles brightly and gives me a big passionate kiss that leaves me breathless as he pulls me away.
“Just so you know… Know that you’re mine I suppose, we’re going to try new things different times, just to spark things up.”
I look at him confusingly. What does he mean by that?
“Oral sex,” he explains seeing the confusing on my face. My mouth turns into a ‘o’ form and it goes dry. What? Oral sex? No, I don’t think I’m cut out for that kind of stuff. It’s just weird, isn’t it?
“Don’t worry baby, we won’t do that tonight but we will sometime soon. I promise it’s better than you think,” he says gently.
I just nod not really liking the idea of doing oral but I guess this is what I signed up for, right?
Notes
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