She tries her best and bides her time

After a moment of despair, Stephie settled on a plan: She would, at least for the moment, try to please this man. When she could though, she would find a way to escape. She couldn’t let herself be given away in an arranged marriage to someone she didn’t know, let alone someone who would be onboard with that kind of arrangement. Surely this man would align with Mr. Rogerson’s outlook on the role of women and she had better things to do. She was a modern woman. She had a good head on her shoulders and she would use it.

The day passed shockingly quickly. The house wasn’t large and it wouldn’t take long to clean. She decided to start with laundry; the bed was a mess and she wasn’t sure whether Mr. Rogerson washed his clothes regularly based on the general state of things. She started a load and began cleaning the house top to bottom. As she worked, she could hear Mr. Rogerson in a meeting in his office. She listened for a moment but with only half the conversation she couldn’t really track what he did. Something financial, that was clear, but the specifics eluded her. Between meetings, she silently slipped in and cleaned the office, all the while feeling his eyes following her and drilling deep into her being. She knew she wasn’t wearing any clothing, but she felt most naked when he was watching.

As she worked, she found the gym in the basement. It was quite well appointed. Mr. Rogerson himself had a good body and she could tell how he kept himself in shape. She shuddered, shaking off the very thought that her captor might be attractive. He was old! Surely in his 50s, she thought. Certainly he was old enough to be her father. Even if his slightly greying hair was distinguished and there was something in his icy blye eyes that tugged at something inside her… Stephie shook off the thought again.

At that, she heard a ringing bell from somewhere in the house. She ran up the stairs to identify the source of the noise. Her ears led her back to the office where Mr. Rogerson was ringing a bell somewhat disinterestedly. He continued to click on something at his desk as he rang like he was summoning a victorian era servant. When she got to the doorway he stopped and looked up.

“Ah good, good girl. Come here,”

Silently, Stephie came to stand next to him. Something in her step was tentative. Was this a new transgression she hadn’t been aware of? Some lesson?

Mr. Rogerson looked up at her for a moment. Their eyes locked. Stephie tried to decipher his look, was he angry or happy? But his face was inscrutable. Hers, however, immediately betrayed her shock as his hand shot out between her legs. His fingers found her slit deftly and dipped between them. One found her clit and began to make small, quick circles. She couldn’t suppress a gasp: it felt good, to her chagrin, but she was also surprised to find herself a little wet.

“Are you enjoying your day, Stephie?” There was a wicked cheek in his voice.

“I… I suppose so.”

“It seems like you are. Do you like being naked?”

“I guess?” In truth she didn’t. Mostly. But that seemed like the wrong answer.

He smiled “I can see. Well, good.” He withdrew his hand. She couldn’t help but let out a small sound, half of relief and half because she didn’t want him to stop. “But I haven’t brought you here for you. On your knees, under the desk.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed. Stephie paused for a moment before complying. She wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to like that. Her momentary hesitation didn’t seem to invoke any ire from Mr. Rogerson as she settled in. He instead was in the process of freeing his cock from his fly one handed. He still seemed to be clicking away at something. Stephie almost looked up to see, but she sensed innately he wouldn’t want her to pay too much attention to his work.

“I have a big meeting coming up,” he told her half distracted, “and I need you to keep me calm and centered.”

He looked at her pointedly. It took a moment for her to pick up on it, but she caught his drift. He wanted her to suck him off as he worked. Stephie reached up with one of her hands and wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft. He watched as she leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth. Remembering her lessons from this morning, she took her hand away and began to bob her head slowly. He watched as she pressed deeper and deeper, pushing past her gag reflex again. He frowned.

“Hmm. Stephie, for this, it’s important that you not make too much noise. Do what you can, but take it slow and quiet.”

She pulled back for a moment, “yes Mr. Rogerson.”

She leaned forward again, wrapping her lips around the head and beginning to suck again. This time she didn’t press herself, only doing what she knew she could do without gagging. Mr. Rogerson watched for a moment until he was satisfied with her rhythm. He broke eye contact and reached over for his phone, pressing the screen a few times before holding it up to his ear and placing his other hand lazily on Stephie’s head.

“Hey, this is Dick Rogerson calling in…. Yeah good, connect me… Hello Mr. Ellis!... Yeah I have that report right here…”

The call lasted nearly 45 minutes. The whole time Stephie sucked Mr. Rogerson’s cock, her jaw beginning to ache. She found she had to vary her rhythm to give herself some relief. Tentatively, she began to use her tongue as well, looking up to see if Mr. Rogerson reacted. She was pleased to see him close his eyes as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Something about his expression told her he was trying to keep composure. She slowed down and he smiled at her as he began speaking again.

She worked hard, sucking and bobbing, swirling and licking. When she found that flicking her tongue right where the head meets the shaft elicited a cough as Mr. Rogerson covered up a groan she made a mental note. As he wrapped up, she felt his hand tighten in her hair and she knew he was going to take over soon. He chuckled at something and said goodbye to whoever Mr. Ellis might be as he wrapped his fingers in Stephie’s hair. As soon as the phone was down, Mr. Rogerson was back in charge. He grabbed Stephie and began to forcefully fuck her face. He thrust hard, startling the girl and making her nearly inhale his cock. It slid past her gag reflex and deep into her throat. He barley gave her a chance to breathe, pounding into her now that he was past her throat barrier. With a great groan, he fully inserted himself and began shooting his cum directly into her throat. Stephie shook in place, her airway blocked, as he climaxed.

Finally, as her vision started to go grey at the edges, he released her. She fell to her hands, gasping for air. She looked up at Mr. Rogerson, sure she would see that look he got when she was being punished, but instead he was smiling.

“Very good job. You're a fast learner.” He looked at the clock. “I expect dinner at 6, I'm not sure I gave you the time this morning.”

Stephie’s voice was hoarse, “no, but thank you for telling me.”

He put his cock away, “that's all. You may go.”

He had returned to work before she had fully gotten to her feet.

Stephie cleaned herself up as best she could before getting a quick workout in. She finished cleaning, putting fresh sheets on the bed and making it up neatly, before setting about dinner. True to his word, he was well provisioned. She'd been taught a few things in the kitchen and supplemented what she knew with one of the cookbooks he kept. As she worked, she was surprised to find how well stocked he was. It made her a little nervous: clearly he was accustomed to good food.

She set a place for him and then paused. Surely she would also get to eat with him at the table, right? But he seemed to have some strange notions about the place of women. She made herself a place as well in the end.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he seemed satisfied with her choices. He gestured for her to sit as well and she released a breath she'd been holding. They ate relatively quietly. Mr. Rogerson seemed not to care much about how she spent her day and he wasn't interested in talking about his work. He ate quickly and told Stephie to clear the table. She did, loading the dishwasher, as he began to inspect her work. He called out over his shoulder to meet him in the bedroom when she was done.