Other Biggering For Onceler- a different path

Buyers Remorse

Hours later Iris strained in bed...the pain was excruciating. Legs, back, all of it. She rolled over and grabbed her purse and luckily some basic OTC medicine was there. She slammed two pills and laid flat on her back. Eventually the medicine did alleviate some and she was able to sleep .... somewhat comfortably....Later she awoke. The sun was shining in the room and the house appeared quiet. She did not hear him or the staff anywhere. This alarmed Iris because it made her felt like some discarded plaything just being shoved away in some closet somewhere. Slowly she sat up and the nail marks stung as she flexed her back. Exhaustion overcame her as she sat on the side of the bed. Confusion and apprehension overcame her thoughts. Although fuzzy, she could not escape it. To be angry or to cry...who could be sure exactly. Lingering thoughts danced in her head... the stern approach of him. Also, seeing her desires and using them against her...so calculating so cruel. The concept of duality with him began to sink into her mind and at her own weakness, it fascinated her.

Iris eventually stood and regretted the decision. Her thigh muscles were tight and aching and she slowly just tried to stretch and get through it. Although the soreness in other regions on her could not be ignored. She crept out of her bedroom door and looked around. More silence, no signs of anyone yet again. Noticing the bar in the corner she decided maybe alcohol might be the therapy she needed for her clouded mind. She sat on the sofa swirling her glass enjoying the ticking of the clock in the hall. Embarrassment overcame Iris. Here she was sitting in a man's mansion, alone, unattended to and no idea what to do next. Should she just grab her stuff and leave or try to converse. Would it matter either way? She felt damned either way...that much made sense. Her feisty side just wanted to be spiteful for the moment. Perhaps seizing the moment may have been what she needed to numb all her thoughts. She took her drink in her hand and went to the jacuzzi but stopped in her tracks. There he was enjoying it, and he turned his head and looked at her. Silence over came him and he stared.

"Well, I knew you would probably have slept this long and I ...see your standing and struggling to do so...wonder why that is..", he then let out a wicked snicker.

Iris dropped her head in shame for a moment. But a spark began to grow...she walked over to the tub, stripped, and entered. Oncelers eyes widened at the brazen moment out of character for Iris.

"Well, if you wish", Onceler began.

"At this point after last night...I genuinely don't give a damn and yes I know there are cameras in here...what's the point...I know someone in this damn house heard me last night", Iris said with a sassy tone and continued to drink.

"hmph... true to both accounts", Onceler said in a dry tone.

She shut her eyes after putting her drink down and the heat was therapeutic to her. She let herself go numb and enjoy the tub, she even tuned out Onceler...nothing else matter now. The heat and steam of the water seemed to bring her back to reality or ...perhaps as close as she could fulfill at that moment.

Onceler remained reserved and sat back watching her....in his silence his thoughts ran deep.

*ONCELER POV*

"Even now you resist... why torture yourself to fight it or me...."

She felt she was still being punished. He would not totally address her or even barely look at her in the nude. It felt like a twisted game of chess to her, and she did not know if she was a lowly pawn or a mighty queen on this chessboard. It saddened her because she had no idea how much this man would affect her life. That day in the street seeing him in the distance, so curious yet naive. She wondered if she did not take her chance in the office would she be where she is now. Sore, aching and conflicted and confused by a man who may be the epitome of madness himself. Could this have been a mistake, what else can he teach her. Is it out of her desire to conquer her, strip her down piece by piece and mold her...No...it could not be. She saw the others and saw how he resented them and, in her mind,...this was something else. He did not want women like the ones from the event and one in the office the other week.

"I will say this you're stronger than...anticipated", Onceler began.

"Oh really...how?", Iris inquired.

"I figured you would have sneaked out of here like a coward not facing me, not accepting your fate and punishment so to speak", Onceler grinned.

"It is a good trait to see... ", Onceler continued.

His eyes brightened and he moved over to Iris caressing her neck. Staring at her he leaned in and kissed and sucked on her neck. Iris froze and began to moan as he pressed harder. She grabbed his back and began to sink her fingers in. Onceler then stopped and moved back away.

"Still thirsty huh... ", Onceler snickered.

He was still pushing her and still wanted to give. Iris continued looking at him, gazing at a man with all the cards in his hand to play.