Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

Oh but how wrong he was . Odette's blue eyes took on her convictions, and no doubt Rogier could read the defiance in them. God did not call his people into slavery, but into service. She was a servant of the Lord, willing to walk away at any moment and any time, if only such a love could be stripped from her. Yet Rogier's touch halted her audible dissent. His hands on her waist was holding her breath in her lungs, all the same. So many days of sitting in his presence across the expanse of a dinner table could not prepare her for being in his grasp, so close to him. So many hours and nights spent in prayer trying to equip her self for this had not helped the Nun any at all. So many times she could surprise people with her bravery, and yet there were moments like this when Odette felt that she couldn't stand on her own two feet. She didn't know why he could silence her like this... ...the Sister did not like his words. It was one thing to know that she may not still be a virgin after this night, but it was another thing to hear how Rogier twisted that all around and intended to put her to shame. It made her blood rise and set her jaw tight, and also put a fear into her depths. Because if someone could be such a monster and yet charm her at the same time, she almost believed he had the power to make it happen. But only almost because Odette would probably take another bullet before she would beg for anything from him. Odette yelped when he gripped her habit and ripped its seams, frightened by his sudden aggressiveness. It was off and pooled upon the floor at her ankles before she could think, and he began pulling and damaging her undergarment just the same. She rose her hands to her chest and pressed the loosened material against her bosom as if to keep it from falling off and revealing her nude, but a simple final yank from Rogier at her shift released it from her hands. Odette then dropped her arms at her sides, forced to accept that he had stripped her naked. Again, she had known this would happen, and she had promised him an obedient heart, but even a dog couldn't resist it's natural instincts. She avoided looking into his eyes and even tried ignoring his smile. She even tried to disconnect her mind from his hands that brushed over her mature breasts and their sensitive buds. But this had been the first time any person had touched her like this, and it was hard to not react. Her tummy quivered like he had tickled her, but it was really just the release of pent up nervousness as she tumbled down the slopes of a cliff. Things were happening fast, and moments later he had her wrists behind her back tethering them up with the length of a rope. Odette didn't really understand this part, but she remained compliant as the crude rope bit into her flesh with unforgiving binds. Then the blindfold darkened her world, secured over her coif, and she found herself pushed forwards until she fell over atop the bed. Odette whimpered at this helpless feeling and the vulnerable position of her body. She pressed her left cheek to the sheets of the bed and felt how hot her blushed skin was against the coolness of the bed. Spanked or shunned. Odette's voice was uncertain as she answered Rogier. It was not unheard of young girls in the convent being spanked for their unruly behavior, but older women were mostly shunned for a long while, if not singled out and ostracized. Of course Odette had always been an exemplary student of the Lord and of the Sisterhood, and discipline had never been needed for her. But there was no need to tell Rogier this, especially at this moment. She took a deep breath and exhaled into the bed, frustrated with the web of rope that bound her helpless. Please don't hurt me. I said I would obey.