Secretly Submissive (Finished)

Tuesday- Noah

Song: Can't Help Falling In Love- Tewnty-one Pilots Cover 

The rest of my day on Monday consisted of eating in my room and defaulting to sleeping. Needless to say, when I wake in the morning, I feel very refreshed and very ready to get out of this room. Before anyone can storm in and pick out more ridiculous clothes for me, I pick out my own ridiculous clothes. They're either all too girly or all to sexy, but I settle for a blue tank top and some track shorts.

As I finish getting dressed, I re-wrap my wrist and sit back down on the bed. My fingers graze the slip of paper hidden under my pillow. My mind wanders to Boss. After thinking about it for a long time last night, I have realized something. I have feelings for him. They may not be romantic feelings, but I do care about him. I want him to be happy, and feel accepted and just be OK. We have a lot more in common that I previously thought.

That's why it's going to be so hard to do what I have planned. I have figured out how I will escape. It won't be from fighting the guys. It won't be me running or hiding. I need to manipulate them. I will get them to trust me, kind of like double crossing spies do to people. I will be a little less reluctant with them- not sexually, but I can at least not be so withdrawn and closed off. Once at least one of them actually develops feelings for me, I will work that to my advantage.

It makes me feel like such a horrible person to say this, but they aren't exactly innocent either. They kidnap me for a ransom that will never be paid and then use me as some kind of submissive toy. Am I not suppose to try to escape at all costs? I know that I really have nothing waiting for me back home, but I don't want to spend another second in this house with Damian.

I am broken from my thoughts by my door opening. "Hey, want some breakfast?" Noah asks. I have a flashback of the first time we met. He escorted me to my room with my hands behind my back and told me not to do anything to screw my privileges up. Hopefully today won't be so horrible.

I nod, hopping up from the bed. "Sure, what do I need to cook?"

He gives me an amused smile. "What? We are gonna make breakfast together. I like to cook. Come on. We can pick something out of the cookbook."

I nod, smiling. "Great. Let's go." This should go well.

I walk up to him, waiting for him to lead the way, but instead, he grabs me by my waist and presses me to the wall in one swift motion. Before I have time to ask what he is doing, his lips are against mine. Maybe I was wrong. This is the total opposite of going well right off of the bat.

While my mind is objecting, my body is beginning to differ. At first, his kiss is gentle. I don't kiss back. His lips steadily move against mine. His hands slide from the small of my back slowly to my bare hips, and I begin to feel tiny sparks of electricity under my skin from the traces of his finger tips. I shiver a little, and as he notices, he breaths against my lips the words, "Kiss me back, Baby. I know you want to." His large hands begin to grip my hips, pulling me against him. "You can't say that this doesn't feel good."

He kisses me again, and I still don't kiss back, trying to fight what my body is feeling. "I barely know you," I mumble as his lips slow a bit.

His hands graze my bare skin, softly tracing my body from my hips to my ribs under my shirt. Involuntarily, I gasp as he sweeps across a sensitive area right under my breasts. He takes this opportunity to run his tongue along the inside of my bottom lip, and I let out a quiet, breathy, moan.