Indulgence (361 page)

“Is this your way of apologizing?”

“I’m not sorry.” He sat down on the other end of the couch
and flipped on the television to the news. “It’s my way of giving you something
to do so you don’t trash the place. The e-reader doesn’t connect to Wi-Fi, so
don’t get any ideas. I’ll upload a few to it, but after that, you earn the
rest.”

I could only imagine how I was expected to do that. “So, I
have sex with you, and you buy me books?”

“No, you keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told, and I
buy you books,” he said dryly. He really was determined to shut me up. “You’ll
be surprised how often that may not include sex.”

He watched the TV screen for a few minutes, then slumped
down and put his feet up on the coffee table. “There are a few bags of clothes
behind the couch, too. Alley will take you down to the laundry room tomorrow,
and you can beef with her about whatever you hate.”

I stared at him for a minute, but he wasn’t even paying
attention to me.
Down to the laundry room
? “Just the two of us? Like
wandering around the building alone.”

“Planning an escape?” He cocked an eyebrow but didn’t look
away from the television.

“I’m just surprised, and….”
Gabe
. He had to be around
the building somewhere.

“You’re allowed on floors seven through nine. Ten only if
you have to go to the infirmary. You’re not allowed unsupervised on any of the
floors guests can access. And
you
,” he pointed for emphasis, “aren’t
allowed anywhere alone unless I say so. If you get into trouble tomorrow, Alley
is taking half of the blame.”

“Yes, Master.” I fiddled with the e-reader in my lap, then
moved my new acquisitions to the coffee table and curled up on the edge of the
couch, letting my mind find a distraction in the news, even though I half
expected my name or picture to flash across the screen at any moment. I knew my
boss must have noticed I was gone since I had already missed a day and a half.
But I hadn’t talked to my family in over a week, and I couldn’t remember
whether or not I had met my friends on Friday night like we had planned. My
friends… Charlene and Becca were supposed to meet me at the restaurant at seven
for dinner and drinks. If I had made it there…

I shook my head and buried it into the couch. I didn’t even
know if my friends were safe and I had no way to find out.

Kirk tapped his phone, then tossed it on the end table and
stood. “Any books you want me to download before I leave?”

As if books made things better. I shrugged, keeping my eyes
on the television. “Are we going back to the outlook tonight?”

He towered over me, reaching toward the ceiling and
stretching his back. “What does that have to do with my question?”

“I don’t know what books I want. I was just wondering.”

“No,” he pressed his lips together. “Taylor and Demetri left
this morning.”

“If I ask two more questions, will you rip my hair out?”

He seethed for a moment then relaxed. “Not unless you give
me a reason.”

“Can I pick out the books tonight, and do I get a pen or
pencil?” I held up the crossword book.

He frowned at me, apparently not convinced that I wouldn’t
use a writing utensil to off myself or dig through the wall, even though I
couldn’t imagine it’d be an effective tool for either. Even if I was desperate.

He grabbed a pen from the desk and tossed it to me over the
back of the couch. “Try not to make any mistakes.”

I had a feeling that was meant as a double entendre, but I
chose to ignore it. “How long will you be gone?”

“That’s an extra question.” He slid his phone into his
pocket and clipped keys to his belt. “Only a couple of hours at most.”

*****

Kirk led me to the bedroom, and I headed for my own bed, but
he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me toward his bed.

“I don’t want to stay on your bed. There’s a chain right
over there.”

“The bed is softer.”

“Thanks for caring—it smells like you—” I didn’t mean for
the last bit to be my audible argument. I still hadn’t gotten over everything
he’d done to me, I wasn’t sure if his smell made me feel aroused, safe, afraid,
or angry. It did for damn sure make me frustrated and I didn’t feel like laying
in it even if it was for a couple of hours.

“When,” He jerked me around and brought me up to his face,
“will you learn to stop being stubborn?”

“I—” I didn’t have an answer. Being stubborn made me feel
like I was fighting to protect some part of myself and my sanity.

He jerked the book and pen out of my hand and tossed them
onto the bed, along with the bottle of water he’d grabbed for me. “On the bed.”

He pushed me to the bed, so I rolled over to the other side,
landed on my feet and grabbed my blanket.

“Silver,” he growled and started around the bed post.

I figured I shouldn’t press it any farther, so I threw my
blanket on his bed and jumped on top of it. He grabbed my wrist and hooked it
to the chain.

“Ass in the air. I’ll be right back.”

Fuck.
My stomach dropped. But at least I had
thoroughly earned this one. And I suspected that meant it was going to hurt. I
rolled over, sitting back on my heels and then laying my head down on the bed,
leaving my ass stuck up in the air.

I knew pushing him any harder would only result in things I
really wanted to avoid.

I heard footsteps, the only warning I got before a lubed
finger pierced my ass. I grunted then pushed the feelings down, keeping them
silently hidden below my gut.

He pumped into me a couple of times, before he inserted
another finger. I fought to keep the moan silent, but fingers found my clit and
rubbed.

I dug my hands into the blanket. “Why do you have to make
me—” I whispered.

“It’ll hurt less.”

“It’s humiliating.”

“Humiliating implies that you care what anyone watching
thinks about your reaction. Have you paid attention to anything happening in
the outlook? Your body’s reactions don’t make you stand out, unless you fight
it.”

And not standing out was a good thing, I reasoned. I gritted
my teeth but let him continue. As if I had a choice anyway.

Another set of fingers slipped inside my pussy as his thumb
continued rubbing circles around my clit while his other fingers pounded into
my ass.

I felt his phone shake and he pulled away from me long
enough to check it. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated. He’d
put me in this damn mess, pushed me closer. Made me wet. And now it was all
gone as he stepped across the room to answer his phone.

“Yeah, two minutes.”

“Your reprieve,” he said, pulling me to my knees by my hair.
“Kiss me. Make me believe it, and you get the night off.”

I ran my teeth over my lower lip. I wasn’t sure I made my
last boyfriend believe it when we kissed and now I had to impress this man. I
closed my eyes and sealed my lips to his. The heat from his body radiated into
mine as I teased his mouth open with my tongue.

I expected—wanted—him to taste fowl. A hint of
cigarettes—even though I’d never smelled it on him or seen him leave to smoke.
Morning breath from a man who hadn’t brushed. I hoped for some vile,
reprehensible taste to fill my mouth and remind me why I was fighting him.

But, I got none of that. What I got was resolve-twistingly
fresh. Our tongues battled for superiority as his hand fell to my breast—gently
coaxing my nipple until it stood erect.

He broke away first, breathless. Lust relaxed the features
of his face as he backed away. “I guess that’ll do.”

From the lump visible in his pants as he walked away, it did
more than that. I collapsed to the bed and squeezed my legs together. My clit
was swollen, and my pussy wet for the taking.

What the hell was this man doing to me?

And how the hell was I going to make it stop?

*****

I lay on my stomach across Kirk’s bed, working on my fourth
puzzle of the afternoon when the front door slammed. Kirk had already been gone
for over three hours, and the ruckus he made only confirmed that something was
up.

He walked into the bedroom and jerked his shirt over his
head. “Ross has summoned us to the Outlook.”

“You promised me the night off.”

Kirk stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it in the corner.
“It’s no longer my choice. We have twenty minutes.”

I didn’t move, but it wasn’t like I could do anything while
chained to the wall anyway.

With most of his clothes in a pile on the floor, Kirk leaned
over the bed to unlock my wrist.

“Why?” I asked, jerking away from him. “Why the big change
in plans?”

“Are we really going to do this again? Ask Ross if you
really want to know. I’m not exactly keen on worrying about you during another
business dinner either.”

He yanked me to the edge of my bed by my ankle—the same
ankle that one of the buffoons had slammed into the table. I bit back the pain
and squirmed away.

I had a feeling it wasn’t me that had him worked up, but no
matter what, I was going to get the brunt of it.

“Go to the bathroom and fix your makeup and do your hair.
I’ll pick out your clothes.”

At least he didn’t make me crawl; in fact, he barely paid
attention to me as I left the room. I took a deep breath and stared into the
bathroom mirror. There was no way I could get anything to look like what Alley
had done, but I tried to imitate the makeup as well as I could. By the time I
got to my eyeliner, I realized that I still needed a lot more practice.

Kirk returned and placed a short skirt and halter top on the
table. He examined my makeup in the mirror then leaned against the wall next to
me.

I could smell him again, and feeling his gaze on my naked
skin made me squirm.

“I don’t know what to do with my hair.” I hated that my
voice sounded choked and anxious.

“Just leave it down. It’ll be fine.”

I zipped on the skirt, and Kirk tied the halter behind my
neck while I threw everything back into the little makeup bag. “Should I be
worried?”

“Not if you do what you’re told.”

In other words, yes
.

*****

When we got up to the main room, a hulk of a man stopped us
from going to the center room where we normally ate.

“Boss said to send you down to the clear room.”

Kirk nodded then led me toward the stairs. He pulled me to
my feet.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“Nothing.” He said, but he was tense, straighter, and even
more distant than normal. “I just don’t think you awkwardly crawling down the
stairs is going to be a sexy sight for anyone.”

He yanked my chain and led me down the stairs, and then
through a maze of black walls until he found the one he was looking for.
Through the glass tiles in the ceiling, I realized we were going into the room
just below our usual one.

“K—M…. Master.” I stuttered out managing to not let his name
slip out.

He opened the door and revealed a room equipped with a
medical-looking bed, and implements from whips and chains to shelves full of
butt plugs and dildos covered every wall.

“No,” I whispered.

“Once again, you missed the lecture about choice.”

“Fine, but you don’t want this either.” Anxiety took over.
Anything was better than this. Better than the things he was going to make me
feel when my body betrayed my mind. “You don’t want me.”

“Does that hurt your feelings?”

I despised that he was only playing my master because of
some duty—and because of that he had to force himself to touch me. A criminal
who lived in a sex den had to force himself to touch me. And even worse, he got
me off while doing it.

I glanced to the window above. “Can they hear us?”

“Doubt it.” He lifted me to the bed and removed the chain
from my collar. “The rooms are soundproofed, but there’s a mic. It doesn’t look
like it’s turned on.” His jaw was clenched as he moved away to drop the leash
on a nearby counter.

“Am I infuriating you?”

“Yes,” he glared at me but kept his body relaxed as if he
didn’t want anyone to notice our argument. “Take off your top.”

If I pushed him hard enough, I hoped I could avoid the
whole, enjoyment part of the issue. As stupid as the idea sounded, I preferred
when he acted like the asshole criminal. He was easier to hate and easier to
understand. “No.”

“Damn it, Silver,” he growled. “Do you think you’re safer if
you disobey down here than if you disobey up there? You’re not. Do as I fucking
say, or they’re going to have a damn good time watching me beat your ass. And
then, I’ll ask them to get in line for their turn.”

He ripped my top open and pressed me down on the bed with
one hand wrapped around my neck. The move was intimidating, but not enough to
cut away my air.

“Why is everyone afraid of you?”

The pressure increased. “What is it? You figure if you piss
me off. I’ll get it over with? Want nothing to do with you? Or maybe you enjoy
the brutality?”

“Fuck you,” I hissed back.

He held me to the table by my throat then reached underneath
to pull up a chain with some kind of contraption on the end. Without warning,
he took my nipple in his mouth, rolled it with his tongue then pinched it with
his teeth.

The pain radiated out, this time there wasn’t an ounce of
pleasure behind it. As he moved his head away, he clamped the end of the chain
on my nipple and pulled it tight, fastening it over my arm and under the bed. I
gritted my teeth to keep from moving, unsure if I could go through with the
piss him off and get it over with plan.

He wasn’t intent on getting anything over with.

As he stepped back, I reached to move but he held me there
with his glare.