A Lost Life

Finishing up in the shower, Kylie turned the water off and opened the curtain enough to ask Ryan a question. “May I please have a towel sir?” She tried to make it as polite sounding as she could, hoping that he would give in, but he did not.

“Step out first,” Ryan told her. She did slowly and Ryan handed her the towel to dry off with and he grabbed another towel and patted down her hair. When she was finished he said, “Drop the towel so I can make sure you cleaned up properly.”

Kylie did so with reluctance, but allowed him to do what he wanted. She tensed when he put a hand on her left inner thigh and told her to spread her legs apart, but did not defy him. Goosebumps inched up her skin as he looked at her. His fingers were touching her in places that she wished he would leave alone, not just because it was a private spot but because he was also hurting her even if he was being somewhat gentle about it.

When Ryan was finished, he stood up and washed his hands. Kylie continued standing where she was even when he opened the door and walked out. He had not told her to follow him, and he was not saying anything about her not following him, so she figured that she was not supposed to move. It was just an unspoken command.

Continuing out the bathroom door and down the hall, Ryan glanced behind him to see if he was being followed. He smiled when he did not see Kylie there. He reached the kitchen and saw Greg at the table with an itinerary out writing in it. “Hey.”

“Yeah,” Greg asked looking up at Ryan.

“I had her take a shower. Could you put some more of that stuff on her?”

“Sure. Let me get it and I’ll be in.”

“Alright,” Ryan said before turning to go back down the hall to the bathroom.

As he had hoped, Kylie was still standing right where he left her. She turned to look at him. “You did well for staying there,” he told her. “Greg is coming in to put some more of that cream on you okay?”

Kylie did not recognize the name and looked at Ryan confused. “Who is he?” She then suddenly remembered that Ryan had not given her permission to talk so she quickly replied, “I’m sorry sir!” and met his eyes, hers once again trembling in fear.

Ryan just smiled at her. “It’s alright. He’s just a friend of mine that you’ll get to know more in time. Tell you what, since you understood what I wanted earlier, I’ll let you go ahead and use the bathroom in here before he comes in. You have three minutes, and the door stays open. I’ll be back.”

Watching Ryan walk back out of the room, Kylie sighed. She cautiously turned and lifted up the lid to the toilet and sat down. When she was finished, she found the toilet paper, wiped and flushed, closing the lid again. She then proceeded to wash her hands. When she had finished with that, she dried them on the towel that Ryan had used on her hair then went back to where she was standing at first.

While she stood there waiting, Kylie looked down at her right thigh. It was indeed red. She knew that he had to have noticed and probably just did not say anything at the time. She started shivering as she felt the coldness of the house creep through her once warm skin. She desperately wanted to grab the towel at her feet and wrap it back around her but doing so would result in Ryan becoming angry with her and she did not want that. Right now he seemed calm, and she preferred it that way.

A minute or so later, she turned her head around hearing a noise at the door. Ryan stood there with a soft smile on his face just watching her. “Cold again?” He knew what he needed to do. He could tell that already she seemed to be cooperating out of fear of pain being caused to her if she did not. It was a smart thing to do, and he definitely wanted to show her that as long as she kept it up, she would be rewarded, but if she faltered, the sanctions would be taken away. That was truthfully the first lesson she had to learn.

Kylie nodded her head answering him. “Yes.”

“Let Greg do what he needs to and if you don’t cause any problems, I’ll see what I can do about getting you warmed up okay?”

“Yes sir.”

Coming up next to Ryan, Greg looked over at Kylie. “Well you certainly look much better.”

“I’ll be in my room if you need me,” Ryan said to Greg and then he walked off with a wink in Kylie’s direction.

Kylie bit her bottom lip as she curiously watched Ryan leave down the hall. She then turned her eyes over to Greg before shyly casting her eyes back downward to the floor.

Greg smiled to himself while watching her. After a few seconds, he moved in front of her and knelt down. Kylie had grown silent to her surroundings within those small seconds and when he appeared in front of her, she stepped back. Greg gave her a glance before taking her small wrist lightly in his hand and moving her back toward him. “Stand still.”

“Sorry,” Kylie said to him quietly, her eyes now staring at the countertop.

“It’s alright.” Greg pushed on her thigh slightly and she moved her legs apart for him. He reached down to grab the vitamin E cream he brought with him but paused when he saw the burn on her leg. He touched it gently. “What’s this from?”

“I did it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Kylie spoke very quickly like he had had his hand up ready to slap her and she wanted to apologize before he did. However, his hand was not up. It was on her thigh examining the burn.

“You scrubbed too hard with the wash cloth?” Greg asked unaffected by what she had just said.

“I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Be more careful next time. I’ll put some ointment on it, but it doesn’t look too bad.”

Greg took his time with examining her and applying what he needed to. The process took less than ten minutes, but Kylie was relieved when he was done. She had stood still and did what he told her to, so that meant that Ryan should be happy when he came back.

Standing up, Greg grabbed his stuff and put it in a drawer in the counter. He stayed leaning beside it, his eyes still on Kylie. He was thinking. “So what has Ryan taught you so far?”

Kylie bit her lip again and shrugged. She was starting to feel nervous again, but she was not sure why. She did not feel any real threat radiating off of this man.

“Lose your voice?”

“No,” she said almost inaudibly.

“I’m sure he told you that you should speak to answer, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then answer my question.”

Kylie looked down and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried not to start crying again. She could not tell him what Ryan had made her do. She swallowed down what was rising in her throat.

Greg stood watching her. He did not mean to upset her, but he wanted to see how she would react to that sort of question. He moved forward and placed a hand on her shoulder before leaving the room.

Minutes later, Ryan came back in and watched her as she wiped her eyes so she could turn and see him. He tossed something to her and she caught it. It was a large, red, men’s t-shirt. She looked up at him questioningly wondering what he wanted her to do with it. He saw the confusion in her eyes and playfully smirked at her. “Well if you don’t want to wear it, I’ll go ahead and put it back in my closet.”

He noticed Kylie’s eyes go wide and she shook her head at him before quickly putting it on. When she had straightened it out, it came to her upper thigh, but it covered what she wanted it to cover. She looked back at Ryan and a barely there smile still lit her face. “Thank you.”

Smiling back, Ryan nodded in acknowledgement. “You’re welcome. If you’re good, I’ll let you wear that when you’re outside your room and at night to sleep in. If you misbehave, I’ll take it away. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

Ryan realized he might be moving a little too fast with her without enough tests yet, but something deep down inside of him was controlling him at the moment. He had already allowed her a blanket today and now, the same day, he was allowing her to wear one of his shirts outside of the room and to bed. He thought to himself and agreed to no more rewards until she decided to do at least one thing willingly that did not include just kissing. He figured the one thing that he could probably get her to do willingly at first would be a blow job. He did not want to have to coax her. He wanted to be able to just tell her to do it and for her to do it on her own, no questions asked.

He realized he had just been standing there for a couple of minutes thinking and Kylie was starting to look worried. He put his hand on her head and rubbed it. “Come on.”

The two of them walked back down the hall the short distance to the room he had Kylie staying in. Ryan opened the door and the two went in, him locking the door behind them. He put the key back in his pocket before turning to the small girl in front of him. “It’s not bedtime yet. Take the shirt off and put it over by the cage.”

Kylie walked over to the cage that she had to sleep in the last couple of nights and shuddered. She slowly removed the shirt and laid it down on the floor. Her arms went around her body as she started shaking again.

“Stand over there with your back against the wall,” Ryan said pointing to the side of the room where she had been restrained. He noticed her look over at him and her eyes begin to well up with tears. He smiled knowingly thinking that she thought he meant to restrain her again. He shook his head. “I’m not going to do that,” he said to her soothingly. “Just go stand over there.”

Sniffling back to keep any tears from coming, she did what she was told with some relief knowing that he was not planning on doing what she thought he would.

“I know you’re cold, but put your arms down.” As she did so, Ryan moved over to her. When he was standing right up in front of her, he was really able to notice the height difference between them and that there would be intimidating enough. “I’m going to do a few things. All you need to do is stand there. Sound easy enough?”

Kylie nodded. “Yes.” In her mind, however, the opposite was true. She tried to keep telling herself, ‘Just do what he says. Everything will be okay.’

Ryan moved in closer to her and she shrunk back against the wall. Putting a finger underneath her chin, he tilted her head up. “Look at me.” He could feel the fear coming off of her and he was okay with it for the time being, but he did not always want it to be so.

His left hand pressed against the wall to make sure she would not try to run from him even though he had the feeling that he did not need to worry about that, but it was also to give the towering effect of him over her. He reached with his right hand and grabbed one of her small breasts. He could see her fighting to keep her eyes on his as he pinched lightly down on the nipple. He toyed with her right breast for a while before switching positions and bringing his left hand toward her left breast and doing the same.

After five minutes of this treatment, he backed away from her. “Go lay over there.”

Kylie looked over to where he pointed and noticed a small cot over in the corner of the room. She had not seen it before, so he must have brought it in earlier while she was with Greg. She went over to the cot slowly and sat down on it. She glanced over at Ryan and saw him nod, so she laid back, her legs together, feet down on the mattress.

Sitting down on the cot next to her, he pressed gently down on her knees and her legs went flat. He then turned his eyes back to her before leaning down and taking the small nipple into his mouth. She tensed greatly, and he moved his left arm to where he was able to stroke her hair to calm her as much as he could. With his teeth, he bit down gently then used his tongue to soothe the area before going to her other breast.

After a while, Ryan maneuvered so his left arm supported him as he took his right hand and stroked her stomach. Kylie was able to feel his hand get lower and lower until he was touching her again in a very sensitive area. The whole time, her mind was working, telling her that, ‘you know, if it was not for the circumstances behind what he was doing, this would actually feel really good.’ It sickened her about how much he was manipulating her body, but that was the whole point wasn’t it?

Ryan lifted up off of her, his right hand still touching her, but his left back to stroking her hair. “I want you to kiss me like before, okay?”

Kylie nodded, not really seeing any other alternative at the moment. She raised herself up on her elbows and kissed him the way she remembered to.

When Ryan broke the kiss, she began to lie back down but Ryan moved his hand to hold her up. “Watch what I’m doing.”

Pleading with her eyes for him not to make her, a tear fell. She realized that he was not going to waver, so she turned back to watch what he was doing which was nothing more than rubbing her clit like he had before. She was starting to get that feeling she had when he had done this while they were in his room. She started to push her hips into the cot to create space between his prying fingers and herself, but he just moved with her.

It was within the next few minutes of him teasing her that he suddenly stopped. Kylie was grateful that he finally had, but it seemed that her body was not. It was as if she needed him to start touching her again, but she did not want him to. She wanted anything but that.

Ryan then stood up and held his hand out to her. She cautiously took it and he helped her up. She watched him as he went over to the cage and picked up the shirt lying there. Motioning for her to come over, she went and he handed the shirt to her. “Put it on and then crawl in your cage.”

After putting the shirt back on, Kylie sunk slowly to her knees and crawled in the cage like he had wanted her to do. Ryan shut it gently behind her and locked it. She watched him as he walked across the room to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Before he left, he turned off the lights. “Good night Kylienna.” And the door shut behind him.

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A/N:
Okay, yeah that was long. I thought of something that would be so cute to happen between Ryan and Kylie later on in the story, and it's sort of mentioned in this chapter. I mean, it's not actually cute, but when I do like a filmstrip in my mind, it looks cute in a scary perverted sort of way. Not that it would be cute in real life unless both parties were cool with it and in this case, only one party is, but since this is fictional, it's okay. That made sense to me anyway.

R&R!