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2024-10-29 19:42:56Both Jordyn and Alma stand there staring at each other. Jordyn speaks first, "What is your name?" Alma pauses for a moment and returns his question without answering. Jordyn sighs. He realizes he will have to open up first. "My name is Jordyn. I own a big real estate firm doing business across the country."
"Alma, my name is Alma." She responds as she runs her finger across a statue. "I've never been in such a big house. Do you take girls often without their consent?" She wants to get to the point quickly and Jordyn is beginning to feel uncomfortable. He is used to facing fear when he first greets his captives. He wasn't ready to be so open with her. "Follow me," he says. Alma follows him out of the great hall and up a wrap around staircase. He opens a door to a room extravagantly decorated. "This should do for now. The shower is through the door. There should be some old T-shirts in the dresser thatRelated chapters
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As I leave her room I wonder what went wrong. We have skipped over the whole first part of my game and Alma seems to be boarded up like a house waiting for a hurricane. She really isn't afraid of me. She is either very stupid or very very stupid. Has she been through worse? Is this why she wasn't afraid? Regardless of the why, my ritual is not going as planned. It is supposed to go from fear, to trust, to love. Why did I reveal so much to her? I feel exposed. How do I make her fear me? She tears down my walls with her blue gaze. Each part of my game holds its own significance. The fear to establish my dominance. The trust to build the bridges that lead to love, or at least some feeling of love. I've never actually been in love. That isn't part of the game. However, I get release somehow and I'm not even sure why it is essential to me that they fall in love with me. Three days. In three days Alma will
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I take in my surroundings. Powder blues and creams surround me and this room feels serene. Almost calm and peaceful. A big contrast to what I'm sure I should feel. I go to the large French doors to the north side of the bedroom and I open them. I step out onto a small balcony that holds a cream colored rocking chair with a powder blue seat. I can't bring myself to sit. I am feeling too much adrenaline. I go to the edge of the balcony and look down. I am two stories high with a brilliant view of the gardens. I can finally see what is beyond them from this vantage. I see large iron gates. I can almost make out a letter on them. Is that a B? He said he was the owner of a large real estate company. I wonder which company? He certainly has great tastes if his home is a reflection. There is still the enigma of what he wants with me. I don't trust his motives and curiosity is the only thing keeping me here. That and my desire to sleep on a bed instead
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I wake up in the morning feeling haunted. Alma's eyes cast themselves into every second of my dreams leaving me exposed. I have to gain control of myself. I walk down the hall and knock quietly on Alma's door. I crack in open and my composure crumbles. Alma is all bare naked limbs spread out on her bed in a beautiful tangled mess. Her hair is spilling across the pillow like platinum paint and if I were a painter, I could see her being my muse. She is resting her cheek on her arm causing beautiful plump lips to squish together. I imagine those lips somewhere else. I take a mental screenshot and upon my gaze she awakens. Her eyes focus on me and speech seems to elude her. She is still groggy. I grab a blanket from the basket near the bed and cover her. There. Now I can speak. "Good morning. I see you couldn't find the t-shirts. How did you sleep?" I gaze down at her lavender eyelids and to me, she still looks tired. I wonder
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Bouncing from home to home has taught me to make myself comfortable, wherever I am. It was even easier in this palatial space. I slept well but I couldn't get Jordyn out of my head, even in my dreams. I awaken to see him over me. I'm covered and I take in my surroundings. I can tell by the position of the sun that it is later than I would normally wake up. I'm a morning person. I'm confused and groggy as he makes small talk. I sit up to stretch and all of a sudden I feel his hands on my breasts. They move up to my throat and he pushes me back on the bed. I'd never felt such excitement before as he kissed his way up my body. I'm a virgin and there weren't many opportunities for sex for straight girls in the shelter. I made due with masturbation. My curiosity was growing with my attraction to Jordyn. I tell him about my dreams and surprisingly he tries to leave. There is a look in his eyes. Sadness? I stop him with my han
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I come down from the stairs in my t-shirt and explore the house. There are large windows everywhere and I'm bathed in beautiful natural light. There is a large room with big black comfy couches. Beyond that is a large island and I see the lines of Jordyn's back muscles perched on a stool. "You're eating cereal?" I ask surprised. A full grown adult male is only having cereal for breakfast. "I'm not a great cook." He explains and looks down at his bowl. We will have to fix this. I remove his bowl. "Hey! What are you?" I shake my head to stop him. I search the refrigerator and pantry for ingredients and find what I'm looking for. "You are eating eggs benedict, tomatoes with feta, and hash browns this morning." I laugh at his excitement and go to work poaching eggs, blending hollandaise, and toasting muffins. He looks a little scepticle as he looks at his plate. Perhaps he has never taken a girl that could cook. I roll my e
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The Cold Floor Shopping Alma POV
I am once again in the blue room changing into my clean clothes and preparing for our "shopping" day. I've never actually been shopping and I'm not sure if I'll enjoy it, but alas it will be a new experience and isn't that why I left the shelter in the first place? I don't hear him come in, but I feel Jordyn's presence behind me as I stare out the window. I feel the sexual tension before I even look in his eyes. I close my eyes and take it all in. The desire is so palpable I wish I could harvest the feeling and bottle it for sale. I'd be a very wealthy woman. I turn to catch his eyes. He always looks so deep in thought. "We are leaving now." He grabs me by the arm and practically drags me from the room. I give him an elbow jab and inform him if my ability to walk. From them on I feel his arm wrapped around my shoulders like a couple walking down the street. It's almost like he's scared I'll bolt in the outside world.&nb
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I am once again in the blue room changing into my clean clothes and preparing for our "shopping" day. I've never actually been shopping and I'm not sure if I'll enjoy it, but alas it will be a new experience and isn't that why I left the shelter in the first place? I don't hear him come in, but I feel Jordyn's presence behind me as I stare out the window. I feel the sexual tension before I even look in his eyes. I close my eyes and take it all in. The desire is so palpable I wish I could harvest the feeling and bottle it for sale. I'd be a very wealthy woman. I turn to catch his eyes. He always looks so deep in thought. "We are leaving now." He grabs me by the arm and practically drags me from the room. I give him an elbow jab and inform him if my ability to walk. From them on I feel his arm wrapped around my shoulders like a couple walking down the street. It's almost like he's scared I'll bolt in the outside world.&nb
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I'm exploring the house and I happen upon a hidden library. It is breathtaking! There are books and shelves from floor to ceiling and it's two stories high. The ceiling is filled with beautiful molding and is circular in shape. The drapes are a dark midnight blue and velvet to touch. The dark mohogany and comfy carpet makes this place feel homey. I walk up the steps to the second story library to look at his titles. He has everything: encyclopedias, novels, romance, horror, even a manga section. I laugh at the idea of him sitting in here reading a manga. I turn away from the shelf and run right into Jordyn. I grab my chest as my breathing accelerates, "you startled me." Jordyn laughs, "I'm sorry for scaring you. Planning to read any books?" I think on that for a moment. "Maybe," I say. I loved reading. It was one of the many escapes from my harsh reality. He surprises me by echoing my thoughts. "I used to read a lot when I was a child. It helpe
The Cold Floor Jordyn POV
I walk into my office as I see Alma cleaning the remainder of the kitchen. I told her we are going shopping. I've never taken a girl out of the house at this phase. However, I don't see Alma running away...would she? Is she just playing her own game to get away? I ponder how to assert my dominance to someone like Alma who wouldn't be dominated. She is clearly used to being Alpha. I could put her in the hole again, but that didn't even work the first time when she didn't know what was happening to her. Simultaneously I'm trying to figure out what this heavy feeling in my chest is. It comes every time I'm near her or I think of her. I try to come up with any other time I've felt it before and I come up empty. My laptop sits open to a boring email about paperwork. I pay others very well to work very hard so that I don't have to, but sometimes duty still lands in my lap as CEO. In the beginning of m
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I come down from the stairs in my t-shirt and explore the house. There are large windows everywhere and I'm bathed in beautiful natural light. There is a large room with big black comfy couches. Beyond that is a large island and I see the lines of Jordyn's back muscles perched on a stool. "You're eating cereal?" I ask surprised. A full grown adult male is only having cereal for breakfast. "I'm not a great cook." He explains and looks down at his bowl. We will have to fix this. I remove his bowl. "Hey! What are you?" I shake my head to stop him. I search the refrigerator and pantry for ingredients and find what I'm looking for. "You are eating eggs benedict, tomatoes with feta, and hash browns this morning." I laugh at his excitement and go to work poaching eggs, blending hollandaise, and toasting muffins. He looks a little scepticle as he looks at his plate. Perhaps he has never taken a girl that could cook. I roll my e
The Cold Floor Alma POV
Bouncing from home to home has taught me to make myself comfortable, wherever I am. It was even easier in this palatial space. I slept well but I couldn't get Jordyn out of my head, even in my dreams. I awaken to see him over me. I'm covered and I take in my surroundings. I can tell by the position of the sun that it is later than I would normally wake up. I'm a morning person. I'm confused and groggy as he makes small talk. I sit up to stretch and all of a sudden I feel his hands on my breasts. They move up to my throat and he pushes me back on the bed. I'd never felt such excitement before as he kissed his way up my body. I'm a virgin and there weren't many opportunities for sex for straight girls in the shelter. I made due with masturbation. My curiosity was growing with my attraction to Jordyn. I tell him about my dreams and surprisingly he tries to leave. There is a look in his eyes. Sadness? I stop him with my han
The Cold Floor Jordyn POV
I wake up in the morning feeling haunted. Alma's eyes cast themselves into every second of my dreams leaving me exposed. I have to gain control of myself. I walk down the hall and knock quietly on Alma's door. I crack in open and my composure crumbles. Alma is all bare naked limbs spread out on her bed in a beautiful tangled mess. Her hair is spilling across the pillow like platinum paint and if I were a painter, I could see her being my muse. She is resting her cheek on her arm causing beautiful plump lips to squish together. I imagine those lips somewhere else. I take a mental screenshot and upon my gaze she awakens. Her eyes focus on me and speech seems to elude her. She is still groggy. I grab a blanket from the basket near the bed and cover her. There. Now I can speak. "Good morning. I see you couldn't find the t-shirts. How did you sleep?" I gaze down at her lavender eyelids and to me, she still looks tired. I wonder
The Cold Floor Alma POV
I take in my surroundings. Powder blues and creams surround me and this room feels serene. Almost calm and peaceful. A big contrast to what I'm sure I should feel. I go to the large French doors to the north side of the bedroom and I open them. I step out onto a small balcony that holds a cream colored rocking chair with a powder blue seat. I can't bring myself to sit. I am feeling too much adrenaline. I go to the edge of the balcony and look down. I am two stories high with a brilliant view of the gardens. I can finally see what is beyond them from this vantage. I see large iron gates. I can almost make out a letter on them. Is that a B? He said he was the owner of a large real estate company. I wonder which company? He certainly has great tastes if his home is a reflection. There is still the enigma of what he wants with me. I don't trust his motives and curiosity is the only thing keeping me here. That and my desire to sleep on a bed instead
The Cold Floor Jordyn POV
As I leave her room I wonder what went wrong. We have skipped over the whole first part of my game and Alma seems to be boarded up like a house waiting for a hurricane. She really isn't afraid of me. She is either very stupid or very very stupid. Has she been through worse? Is this why she wasn't afraid? Regardless of the why, my ritual is not going as planned. It is supposed to go from fear, to trust, to love. Why did I reveal so much to her? I feel exposed. How do I make her fear me? She tears down my walls with her blue gaze. Each part of my game holds its own significance. The fear to establish my dominance. The trust to build the bridges that lead to love, or at least some feeling of love. I've never actually been in love. That isn't part of the game. However, I get release somehow and I'm not even sure why it is essential to me that they fall in love with me. Three days. In three days Alma will
The Cold Floor Meeting 2
Both Jordyn and Alma stand there staring at each other. Jordyn speaks first, "What is your name?" Alma pauses for a moment and returns his question without answering. Jordyn sighs. He realizes he will have to open up first. "My name is Jordyn. I own a big real estate firm doing business across the country." "Alma, my name is Alma." She responds as she runs her finger across a statue. "I've never been in such a big house. Do you take girls often without their consent?" She wants to get to the point quickly and Jordyn is beginning to feel uncomfortable. He is used to facing fear when he first greets his captives. He wasn't ready to be so open with her. "Follow me," he says. Alma follows him out of the great hall and up a wrap around staircase. He opens a door to a room extravagantly decorated. "This should do for now. The shower is through the door. There should be some old T-shirts in the dresser that
