by Kitty Thomas
“Stay,” he said.
Every time he said stay, she felt like a dog. She wondered if roll over or fetch would be next. But she stayed, standing in the warm, steam-filled room until he returned.
When he came back, Vivian’s eyes widened.
“I decided to make your last bit of punishment more interesting.”
He’d returned with another chastity belt. Only this one had smooth metal protrusions, one larger, meant to go inside her pussy, and one smaller, meant for her ass. She clenched involuntarily as she stared at it.
Gabe lubed both pieces of metal, then unlocked the belt she wore to trade it for the other. He carefully worked each of the phallic-shaped objects into their appropriate holes. She gripped the wall for support when he flicked his thumb over her clit, swollen and engorged from the arousal cream. He locked her up, then playfully swatted her thigh.
“Put some clothes on, and go eat your dinner. The day’s almost over. Tomorrow will be better for you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She walked out of the room, close to passing out from the arousal and sense of fullness without completion.
14
Vivian could barely taste her food as she chewed and swallowed. Her entire world was focused on the parts of her locked away behind the chastity belt. She couldn’t stop squirming in her seat, but the belt was so fitted to her size that such movement didn’t allow satisfaction.
She glanced surreptitiously around the cafeteria at the other girls, wondering if any of them suspected the punishment that had been visited on her. As she watched this woman or that shift in her seat, she wondered if they’d been given a similar punishment for some reason. Was the discomfort because they had cane welts across their ass, or was it because they had something shoved inside them and trapped there like Vivian did?
Everything under the belt strained and begged for release. She would have done anything, debased herself in any way, even in front of everyone, if it would mean she’d be permitted to come.
Gabe stood to one side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed smug and pleased with himself, and yet she couldn’t work up any hatred for him. She was already beginning to feel owned by these men, by the house.
Moments later, Lindsay approached Gabe. She watched, frozen, as the doctor whispered. He looked over at her a few times while delivering a long and private monologue, leaving no doubt she was the subject of his visit.
Gabe nodded once and handed the other man a key. Lindsay stared at her and smiled. She shuddered and went back to her food. The heated look the doctor had just given her was terrifying. And yet, her body responded. She tried to focus on her food, on the flavors exploding over her tongue, but it was even more useless than before she’d spotted the two men plotting.
As soon as she’d finished, Lindsay was in front of her, his hand outstretched. “Leave your plate, and come with me.”
If he had the key did that mean her punishment was over? Or was it transmuting into something else? She expected to be led back to her room, or the dungeon, but instead they ascended a large, winding staircase. The one she’d seen in the entryway upon first arriving.
He kept her hand in his, leading her off like a lover instead of a slave. And she wondered if he really was more kind and merciful than Gabe, if she could trust him not to hurt her. They traveled down a hallway until they reached a door at the end. Instantly her mind flashed to the dream, and all at once the door to Lindsay’s room created an irrational feeling of safety.
The anxiety that had swirled through her system since seeing the doctor during dinner, settled, leaving nothing in its wake but arousal. He pushed the door open and gestured for her to go inside.
The room was like nothing she’d ever seen.
“Horticulture is a hobby of mine. I like to watch and help things grow,” he said, in response to the question she knew must have burned behind her eyes.
She tried to ignore the double entendre.
“You may look around if you wish.”
So many plants. It reminded her of the restaurant in the middle of a jungle feeling she’d gotten at Dome. Orchids of every variety and size flourished in pots all over the room. There were exotic tropical flowers she wasn’t as familiar with, with lush, full blooms. The floor had a dark green carpet, thick and plush, that made her feel as if her feet were sinking in soft grass.
An imposing king-sized canopy bed stood against one wall with a duvet in the same rich shade of green. Mosquito netting hung around the outside, enclosing the bed, as if they were outdoors and subject to a flying insect threat.
Three large bird cages stood spaced evenly about the room. One held a parrot, and the other two, several parakeets. The birds stared at her, chirping away, further heightening the room’s strange and exotic feel.
Where the carpet ended, green plants and small trees in pots lined the walls in bunches. The floor beneath the plants was concrete with small drains. Vivian’s brows drew together in confusion over this design choice.
“Look at the ceiling,” he said.
Vivian looked up. Hundreds of tiny tubes protruded from the ceiling. Lindsay pressed a button on the wall, and she could hear the indoor rain as it pelted over the plants and swirled down the drains.
“This is incredible.”
He moved behind her and peeled the clothes from her body. She melted against him as his hands moved to cup her breasts and stroke over her belly. One hand dipped to press possessively against her sex over the belt.
“Tell me who this belongs to right now,” he growled.
“You, Sir.”
His mouth was still close to her ear when he said, “Tomorrow I’m going to fuck your ass against that wall while the rain comes down on us. It’ll be nice and warm. Would you like that?”
The idea of anal sex still scared the hell out of her, but he made it sound so soothing and decadent that the only thing she could do was nod and whimper, “Yes, Sir.”
He turned off the water and guided her to a large, bathroom. Candles and plants lined the wide rim of a Jacuzzi tub. An impressive Georgia O’Keefe print hung on the wall opposite from the toilet. Ordinarily a print would seem odd in a mansion. But with the dampness of the air, Vivian understood Lindsay had to make the choice between his plants and original art. It was clear where his priorities lay.
He unlocked and removed the chastity belt. “Go to the bathroom, and then we’ll sleep.” He pointed at the ceiling. “I’ll be watching to make sure you don’t touch yourself, but I won’t stand here in the room with you. Fair?”
A camera with a red, blinking light stared down at her.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stroked her cheek then left her alone.
When she finished, he returned with yet another chastity belt and something else. When she saw the tube of arousal cream in his hand, she shook her head.
“Please, Sir, don’t torture me anymore. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear.” The cream Gabe had put on had just started to wear off.
“Don’t fight me on this, Vivian. This is the last time. Tomorrow morning your punishment ends. I’ll let you come when I fuck your ass.”
He closed the toilet seat and motioned for her to sit.
“Be a good girl and spread yourself open for me.”
Vivian sat and spread her legs apart, then pulled the flesh away from her clit. She could feel the heat and redness as the blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. She felt open and exposed. Perhaps more exposed than she’d been with anyone else.
He sat on the ground in front of her to apply the cream, his eyes meeting hers. A soft expression came over his face. “You’re so very sweet.”
That only made her blush harder.
He rubbed the cream on and applied lube to the toys attached to the new chastity belt. She realized immediately why he’d gone to get another one. The attached toys were larger than what she’d been wearing the past several hours.
“That’s too big. It won’t fit.”
“You better
hope it does because it’ll be my cock tomorrow.”
He helped her step into the belt and eased the toys inside her.
“Stop holding your breath. Relax,” he said.
She didn’t know if she could relax, but she did manage to start breathing again, slowly in and out, letting out a sharp hiss at the pain. She whimpered plaintively as the lock clicked into place, feeling somehow claustrophobic from the double penetration she couldn’t escape.
He kissed her on the mouth, his hand holding the back of her neck. “Such a sweet little whore. Tomorrow I’ll make you come over and over for me. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for a chastity belt to get a break.”
She just stared at him, sure her mouth hung open like a fish. But then he winked at her. The birds kicked up a racket when they reentered the bedroom. Lindsay covered their cages, causing them to fall quiet.
He gave her a cup of water and her pill. She took it without complaint.
“Get in.” He pointed to the side of the bed he wanted her on. Vivian pulled back the mosquito netting and slipped underneath the covers. When he curled behind her, she looked over her shoulder to find his cock pressed against the belt. She squirmed, unable to forget the sensations below her waist. Afraid she’d never fall asleep like this.
“Be still,” Lindsay said.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Lie on your stomach.”
She obeyed, and he began to lightly rub her back, giving her something else to focus on. The soothing feeling went on forever, and just before she fell asleep she thought she might have already fallen a little bit in love with the doctor.
Vivian woke to an insistent mouth latched around her nipple and a hand pressed hard against the chastity belt. Lindsay’s fingertips were stroking the insides of her thighs, sending flames of desire licking at her covered clit.
Her dreams had been peaceful. Sunshine, waterfalls, birds, and rolling meadows. Pretty puffy clouds floating overhead forming naughty little shapes in the sky. She moaned, as she came more fully awake under his ministrations.
“I’m going to let you use the bathroom, and we’re going to shower first.”
“I thought Gabe . . . ”
His hand came down in a hard smack on her thigh. “I made arrangements with Gabe. When you are with me, I own your ass. Do you understand? There is no one else but me and my cock in this room.”
Her eyes widened and she started to cry. “Yes, Sir.”
Lindsay’s lip pulled back in a snarl. “Don’t give me tears. I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” It wasn’t the pain. It was the fact that one punishment was about to be over, and she’d already pissed off another one of them. She couldn’t explain why, but she cared deeply when they were displeased with her.
He didn’t bathe her like Gabe. It wasn’t a seduction. Showering was a perfunctory experience, one that took time away from the other activities he’d rather be engaged in.
She felt almost violated from the way he washed her. Like a thing. When his soapy fingers moved into her asshole, the place he intended to use very soon, she cringed at the intrusion. It suddenly became clear this wasn’t just about rushing through a shower so he could fuck her. He was still angry.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He grunted in response.
“Please . . . I want to make it up to you.”
A beat of silence and then a sharp laugh that sent a chill skittering down her spine. “Oh. You will. Believe me.”
That made her more afraid of him. Afraid enough that she felt compelled to diffuse the situation. “I wasn’t expressing disappointment that Gabe wasn’t going to shower with me this morning. I just thought that was the arrangement.” Then her voice came out a little softer because she wasn’t brave enough to say it anymore loudly. “I want you.”
He turned her to face him and stared into her eyes for a few moments. “It doesn’t matter if you want me or not. You’re my fuck toy for the day, and you’ll do as I say.”
She might have started crying again if she hadn’t seen his face. It betrayed him. His words were to maintain control of the situation. Perhaps it didn’t matter if she wanted it or not, he’d have her anyway. But judging from the look in his eyes, he wanted her to want everything he did.
Lindsay shut off the water, passed her a towel, then dried himself with another. Without a word, he ushered her into the bedroom and pressed the button on the wall, making the rain come down. He removed the covers from the birdcages, and they started chirping and ruffling their feathers.
The African Gray started squawking, “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Oh, God yes, harder.”
Vivian didn’t know whether to laugh or be mortified. Probably the only thing the parrot knew was dirty talk from the things he’d heard in this room.
“Shut up, Ralph. I’m not in the mood,” Lindsay said.
“In the mood,” Ralph repeated.
Lindsay snorted and covered the parrot’s cage. The bird squawked and bitched and ruffled his feathers some more, then finally settled.
Vivian silently vowed she wouldn’t call out anything during sex, no matter what the doctor did to her, for fear she or someone else would hear Ralph, the pervy African Gray, mimic it back.
“Are you scared, my lovely little whore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I like that. I want you to go stand under the rain, and step back from the wall enough so you can bend all the way forward. Use the wall for support.”
She took a deep breath and did what he asked. The water was warm as he’d promised, like standing in the middle of a rainstorm during the hottest cloudy day of the summer.
She clenched involuntarily when his cock prodded at her ass. He smacked her, the sting sharper with her skin wet.
“Open.”
He sighed when she remained frozen. Two lubed fingers massaged her opening. Her nerve endings flared to life, and she pressed against him. He took it as a cue to slide fingers inside.
She whimpered and relaxed as he slowly finger-fucked her.
“Listen to me, Vivian. My cock isn’t much bigger than the toy you slept in. You took the toy just fine, and you’ll take me just fine. I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not the point of the exercise. I’m training you to like this, not be terrified of it for the rest of your life.”
She nodded, relaxing a little more. A few moments later, he removed his fingers and eased himself into her. The pain was short-lived as she accommodated his size.
“Are you all right?”
That was all it took to release the flood gates. “Yes, Sir,” she said through tears.
He didn’t comment. Maybe he’d come to accept that nearly everything made her cry for one reason or another. He caressed her back as he used her, and she found herself moving, fucking herself on him.
“Such a dirty little anal slut.”
She panted, pressing her hands harder against the wall as he rode her.
“Touch yourself. I want you to make yourself come. I want to feel you spasm and grip my cock like a good whore.”
He could have fucked her with just his words and had her coming if he spoke like that for much longer. She moved her fingers between her legs and started rubbing.
A couple of minutes later he said, “Now. Vivian. Come now.”
She wasn’t sure if it was her fingers or his words, but she spiraled out of control at his command, sinking into an orgasm so strong she would have fallen if not for his hand wrapped around her waist, holding her steady.
“Keep going,” he growled when she was about to stop. “Ride it out, as long as you can.”
Her fingers obeyed him, dragging the orgasm past the point she thought she could stand it as he released inside her. Then he pulled her away from the wall and brought her to the floor with him. They laid together for awhile, neither speaking as their breathing came back to normal.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said finally,
still stupid-happy from her orgasm.
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Oh, you will be having many of those today.”
He got up, leaving her sprawled on the carpet. Vivian couldn’t bring herself to move, and he didn’t ask her to. She watched as he got dressed in the designer clothes he always wore.
The distinguished gray at his temples and the little lines in the corners of his eyes only made him more attractive. He stared pointedly at her ass as he picked up his belt and looped it through the buckles. She knew he must be thinking about whipping her with it, and the thought sent a flutter of anticipation through her. He sat on the edge of the bed and put on socks and a pair of shiny dress shoes.
“Come here,” he said.
She rolled over, her strength still not back, and forced herself to crawl the few feet to him.
He pointed at his shoes. “Thank me properly.”
She bent and kissed the leather while he petted her hair. Then he wedged his foot in between her legs. Without thinking, she started to grind against him.
“Such a greedy little slut.”
She stopped and looked up at him, unsure if she was in trouble for being so brazen.
He chuckled. “Go ahead, finish what you started, but know that I’m going to make you clean it up when you’re done.”
She felt her face grow hot, but rode him anyway until she came. Then she cleaned him as he’d asked, lapping up every drop of what had dripped from her body.
“I wish I could spend all day fucking you, but I have other work to attend to today.”
Vivian was surprised to find that she wished he could spend all day fucking her, too. Her mind had given up on the What is wrong with me? mantra. What was the point? She was clearly fucked in the head. But she was tired of analyzing it, picking it apart, acting like she’d come up with a different answer if she just kept asking the question enough times. The answer was always going to be the same.
She got off on the things these men did to her. She missed Anton’s hands on her body. Right now she missed Gabe, too. When Lindsay went off to busy himself with whatever he was doing for the day, she’d miss him as well. She’d miss his cock in her ass, the intense way he looked her, and his beautiful room that felt like an oasis from the scary new world she’d entered. Even though he had been the one to initiate her into it.