Free Silent Daughter 1: Taken by Linnea May, Stella Noir

to move.
    "Leonard?" I call.
    My voice is hoarse and weak. I clear my throat and realize that it hurts quite badly.
    "Leonard? Where are you?"
    Nothing. All I can hear is my own breathing. I shift around on the sheets, but there is no point in trying to remove myself from my restraints. Even my efforts to remove the blindfold by shifting my head are futile.
    "Leonard!" I shriek, now an edge of panic in my voice.
    What happened? How did I end up here?
    I try to gather my memories. We were on his boat; we had sex on the sofa, and then…what?
    Slowly, the memories return. I remember him picking me up and wrapping me in his strong arms. He didn't want me to put clothes on but gave me a blanket to wrap myself in when I complained that I was chilly.
    Then, we had a drink. We talked a little, and he poured us some champagne. I cannot remember the content of our conversation, but I do remember sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a soft, warm blanket while he was next to me. Clinking glasses, talking...
    That's when my memory stops. Something must have happened in between then and now. I am clearly not on his boat anymore; the bed is not moving beneath me, nor do I hear water or wind. As far as I can tell, I am in a room confined to a bed.
    Am I at his house? How did I get here?
    Did I just fall asleep and he brought me here? I cannot imagine dozing off and then being tied to a bed without waking up once, and without any memories as to how I got here.
    Did he drug me?
    My heart rate accelerates at the thought.
    He wouldn't do that.
    Why would he do that?
    "Leonard?" I shriek again. "Leonard! This is not funny! Where are you?"
    I realize that this is the first time that I am saying his name out loud, which gives me an idea.
    "Master?" I ask. "Master! Where are you?"
    I breathe heavily as I wait for a response.
    Just a few moments later, I hear a door opening to my left. I instinctively turn my head to where the sound is coming from.
    "Master?" I ask. My voice is trembling with fear now. I feel so exposed and vulnerable.
    I hear steps approaching the bed, then someone leaning on the mattress.
    "Master? Is that you?" I ask again.
    I recognize him by his smell even before his lips touch mine. He kisses me, gently and carefully, as if it was our first kiss.
    "Yes," he finally says. "I'm here. Don't worry, little girl."
    "What is this?" I utter. "Where am I? How did I get here?"
    "You're safe," he whispers, now caressing my cheek.
    "Untie me!" I demand. "I don't like this! This is going too far."
    I flinch when I feel the tip of his finger stroking along my jaw line and down to my neck.
    "Hush," he soothes me. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you."
    "Untie me!" I repeat.
    "No," he says. "You'll stay like this for now. It's safer."
    "Safer!" I blurt out. "Are fucking kid—"
    I cry out as he slaps me across my left boob. Fiery pain stings through my nipple.
    "Behave!" he warns me. "What did I tell you? How do I want you?"
    I gasp for air, my eyes open wide in terror. What is happening? Is this part of the game?
    I always fantasized about something like this. About being abducted, tied down and used, completely at a man's mercy.
    But reality is a lot scarier than fantasy.
    "Are we—is this a game?" I ask shyly. "Are we still playing?"
    He slaps me across my boobs again, twice this time, left and right. I scream out in pain, squirming in my restraints.
    "Please, just tell me if—"
    Another slap interrupts me. The pain gets worse with each strike. Tears are building up, threatening to run down my cheeks.
    This hurts so fucking much. I decide to avoid any further pain for now.
    "How do I want you?" he repeats his question.
    "Obedient," I reply with a trembling voice. "And willing. Obedient and willing."
    "That's right," he praises. "Good girl."
    I startle when his hand is on me again, but it is gentle this time, caressing the burning skin around my nipples.
    "Do what I tell you and I won't have to hurt you," he promises.