Guilty Pleasures (18 page)

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Gabe asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

He helped her out of the bed, and she winced.

“Jesus, Gabe. You hit her hard enough, didn’t you? I’m surprised you didn’t draw blood,” Lindsay said when he could see her back.

She flushed, still embarrassed being naked in front of them.

“She’ll heal. She had to be punished. I do it right the first time so the behaviors aren’t repeated. You should try it. Would save you a lot of training grief.”

Vivian glanced over at Lindsay to find him giving her a look she could read as if he’d dumped an entire conversation in her brain. It was as if he were saying,
I’m not as bad as Gabe. You calculated your hierarchy of evil wrong.

But it didn’t matter. She still felt affection for Gabe, and Lindsay still scared her. She knew it was irrational now that everybody’s mask had been dropped to reveal who they were underneath. She just shrugged at the doctor, and he shook his head as if she were a lost cause.

Gabe took her to the bathroom and unlocked the chastity belt. She sighed when he leaned against the wall. Of course he wouldn’t give her privacy.

“I’m sorry, I don’t trust you won’t try to touch yourself.”

Between her nightmare and waking to the pain of her back, orgasms were the last thing on her mind. She wasn’t about to try to rub one off in the bathroom. But she didn’t bother trying to explain it to Gabe. She’d already peed in front of Anton, but she had to do a bit more than that, and she couldn’t do it with an audience.

“Please Sir . . . I know you don’t have to, but I really need privacy. I don’t just have to pee, and I can’t . . . with you standing there.” She held her breath, praying he had the shred of mercy she believed him to have.

Finally, he poked his head out the door and called into the bedroom, “Lindsay, bring me some rope.”

A minute later, Lindsay was in the bathroom, smirking down at her as he passed the rope to Gabe. Then thankfully, he left.

Gabe tied her wrists with such expert precision, she was sure he must have been a boy scout before he went evil. Then he tied the other end to the shower bar, causing her arms to go at an awkward angle. “This is the only way you get privacy. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The door shut quietly behind him.

He returned several minutes later to untie her so she could wipe and flush. “Don’t linger,” he said, as if she was going to try to masturbate her clit while she wiped. She fought back an eye roll. Vivian was so not in the mood for sex, it was almost amusing how he thought she would be.

She expected him to put the chastity belt back on, but he ordered her into the shower instead. He stripped off his clothes and joined her. As his hands roved over her body, the soap working into a strong, fragrant lather, the libido she thought had died with the nightmare, came roaring to life again.

He didn’t try to fuck her, and she suspected it was because he’d either fucked someone else while she was sleeping, or intended to once the chastity belt was locked in place again. She felt irrationally jealous even though he wasn’t hers to possess. And even though their association would end once she’d been sold.

She shuddered at how casually she thought of herself as sold off to be some man’s slave. Some man she didn’t know. She wondered if she’d grow attached to him, if she’d love him, if he’d have any kind of feelings for her.

Gabe shut off the shower and wrapped her in a towel, guiding her out onto the tiled floor. He lingered over her clit, teasing. Vivian’s eyes widened when he produced the tube of arousal cream. He couldn’t be serious. But he was. He put a healthy amount on her and slipped the chastity belt over her thighs.

“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.

FOURTEEN

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.”