Seduced in the Dark (35 page)

On the other side of me sat Felipe, Celia
close to his side on the floor. The woman in white sat next to
Caleb.

“Kitten, you’re behaving exemplary tonight,”
Felipe whispered, and gently touched my shoulder. I remained in
position, though his touch sent a shiver of mistrust down my arm. I
turned my head slightly to see if Caleb noticed.

“She’s had her moments,” Caleb added as if I
weren’t there. His attention was drawn to the woman in white
sitting next to him. From my position on the floor, I watched her
polished fingers slide up the middle of his thigh and stop short of
the bulge between his legs.

“So good to see you again, Caleb,” her silky
voice purred loud enough for me to hear.

“Have we met?” Caleb asked and placed his
hand over hers, preventing it from going any farther up his
leg.

“Regrettably, no. I was here when you and
your lovely girl first arrived. I admired you and I was sure to
find out who you were,” she all but purred.

“I see,” said Caleb. “Well, it’s a pleasure
to meet you, Miss…?”

“J,” she said, “
Mrs.
J, but don’t
worry, Mr. J, is well aware of my extra-curricular activities.” She
gave a short flirtatious laugh. Her fingers moved up to cup Caleb’s
bulge.

I fought the urge to swat her hand away.
Mine! You fucking, bitch.

Caleb pressed her hand to him and then moved
it back into her lap. “Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. J, but I
think your attentions would be best spent on someone else.” Caleb’s
voice carried down to me, even though it was a whisper next to Mrs.
J’s ear.

“You’re not available?” She sounded
disappointed.

Seething with jealousy and with the memory
of Caleb and Celia in my thoughts, I inclined myself toward Caleb
and rubbed my head against his thigh. To my surprise, Caleb’s hand
landed on my head in a soft and reassuring caress, before he urged
me away.

Caleb chuckled low and I watched his hand
squeeze the top of Mrs. J’s thigh through her satin gown. Her legs
parted and she pulled his hand toward her center.

“You’re hungry. We’ll make sure you get your
fill.” Caleb caressed her deeply with his fingers then slipped from
her grasp and moved his hands above the table. He grabbed a plate
of the appetizers and piled a few on her plate as well as his own.
“That should get you started.” His voice held a promise and I had
to wonder what he planned for later.

Tears stung the backs of my eyes. Not that
he noticed. My heart hammered in my chest and I swear the ringing
in my ears blasted out for everyone to hear. My breath came in
pants, and Felipe’s hand brushed my upper arm.

“Relax,” he whispered.

Caleb reached down with a succulent shelled
shrimp in his hand. “Open, Kitten.”

My eyes automatically rose to his level.
Before I settled an appropriate glare at him, my nipples received a
burning tug that stole my breath. My mouth dropped open, quite by
accident, but Caleb used the opportune moment to plop the morsel
into my mouth. Mortified, I could do nothing but chew. My stomach
appreciated the attention.

All of the chained ones ate from their
Master’s hand. It appalled me, but I remained submissive. I
promised obedience. It made Caleb happy and my survival ultimately
depended on his happiness. I still hadn’t seen Rafiq, but I had
come to expect surprises.

When the last course was finished, Caleb
pulled away from the table. “You need to relieve yourself and
freshen up.”

Felipe interjected, “Celia can take her to
the slave quarters, if it’s all right with you, Caleb.”

“I’ll take her over with Celia. Then Celia
can show Kitten what’s expected.”

Caleb helped me to my feet. The plug
shifted, creating another tremble through my body. Felipe gave
Celia’s chain over to Caleb, and he led us away.

He handed Celia my chain at the door. The
room was shiny and sterile white. A row of tubs lined the floor to
the right of me, some large, some small. To the left, were private
rooms. Farther down, I saw a large mosaic featuring a young Mexican
girl bathing outdoors and touching her nipples while a man watched
in the distance. It provided the backdrop for the shower room,
which featured a row of shower heads, drains in the floor, and a
few toilet stalls.

“What is this place, Celia?” I whispered. My
voice held both wonderment and trepidation. Unconsciously, I
reached for her hand and she held it.

“It’s just a room, Kitten.”

She leaned in close to my ear and whispered,
“Everything we say is recorded. Motion sensors – microphones.” I
nodded.

“Go on and use the ladies. I need to grab
some towels.”

After I relieved myself, Celia took me to a
small, private and curtained room. There was a sink and a set of
towels. A cabinet set next to the sink laden with toiletries.

“I’m going to freshen between your legs.”
She slid my silk panties down, along with my silk stockings, and I
let her. She’d cleaned me up so many times before I held no
embarrassment. “Once I’ve done it for you, you’ll understand what
you need to do the next time you are told to freshen up.” She
lathered up a cloth with some special soap smelling of almonds and
honey. “Stand on this towel and open your legs for me.” I did as
she asked. She was amazingly gentle, as always. I could almost
understand how women swayed over to women. Celia didn’t touch me
inappropriately, but her demeanor was so gentle, it lulled me into
relaxing.

It wasn’t long before we were back out to
Caleb and he walked Celia over to Felipe, who then handed her off
to one of the first couples I saw sitting at the dining table.
Celia went without rebelling, even when both the man and the woman
touched her breasts.

Caleb tugged on my chain, creating another
shot from my nipples to my pussy. I closed my eyes and held back a
plea. “Let’s not keep people waiting,” he said.

Caleb tied my wrists to the loops at the
front of my corset. We moved close to another area in the same
large room. Couches and low tables with candles and wineglasses
were strategically placed in an area close to a stone fireplace
wall. Flames licked the piled wood within the hearth.

We stopped beside the couple we’d met
earlier. Their names for the evening seemed to be Mr. and Mrs. B. A
cursory glance and I realized Kid sat on his knees next to them
with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. I would have
felt sorry for him, but I was too concerned with my own
situation.

I wondered what Caleb had planned for the
evening. So far, it had a very
Eyes Wide Shut
atmosphere. I
wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to explain how much he truly
meant to me. I wanted him to understand my feelings for him had
nothing to do with manipulating him, or trying to gain my
freedom.

I didn’t want to be Caleb’s whore, that
much, I wouldn’t take back. I also didn’t care for revenge. I
wanted Caleb. I knew it was stupid. I knew he was a terrible
person, who’d done terrible things. I knew he didn’t deserve me or
my love. I didn’t care. During the course of our time together, I’d
fallen in love with my captor. I’d fallen in love with his smell
and his taste; his smile, kindness, and yes, even his cruelty
because I knew it was a part of him.

I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know
everything and I wanted it to mean something to him. I wanted him
to choose me and accept me. I wanted him to leave everything behind
and love me.

“
Kitten…” his forehead pressed hard
against the nape of my neck, “you ask for impossible
things.”

I didn’t care.

I was lost in thought when Caleb’s hand,
warm and reassuring, landed on my shoulder. I looked up at him and
I let my longing for him show. He smiled, but it struck me as sad.
Caleb’s sad smiles never boded well for me.

“Down,” Caleb said, gesturing toward the
spot next to Kid.

I let myself sink into the command. I wanted
to comply. I wanted to make Caleb happy in any way I was able, in
the hopes he would never be able to let me go.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, dessert is about to
be served,” Felipe’s low accented timbre silenced the small group.
Chairs slid across the carpeted area near where I lay, the sound of
people getting comfortable. I wondered why Caleb didn’t pull me up
in preparation to eat.

Abruptly, Caleb’s hand was in my hair and
pulled me close. He whispered in my ear, “I know how difficult this
is going to be for you. It’s going to be difficult for me, too.
That said, I expect perfection, Kitten. Do you understand?”

My pulse quickened, my vision blurred.
“Caleb….”

“Shh, Kitten,” he reprimanded, “Obey.”

I pulled back when he let me go and our eyes
met. He gave me another sad smile and then, for reasons I couldn’t
possibly know, Caleb pushed my face down into Kid’s lap. My butt
rose off the floor and Caleb pushed against the plug in my ass with
his knee. Again, to my mortification, the plug shifted. Beneath
Kid’s loin cloth, something else stirred.

Caleb, sounding strained, added, “I wondered
how these two would respond to each other.” He removed his knee
from my derrière, and I sprang backward, falling on my ass. My bent
knees splayed open as I lie on my back unable to push myself up
with my wrists tethered.

“Well, by the looks of the kid’s cloth
there, I’d say he’s pretty pumped up.” Mr. B laughed out loud,
carrying out over the quiet murmurs of the other guests.

I closed my eyes, embarrassed, and waited
for the nipple pain. Guests shuffled around us, and I squeezed my
eyes tighter, afraid of where to look in this position. Suddenly, a
warm, trembling hand slid up my nylon stocking just on the inside
of my calf, slowly over my knee, and up the inside of my thigh. It
stopped, but then hesitantly burned a path back down the inside of
my leg to the arch of my foot. The hand gently massaged my foot
before moving to the inside of my other leg and sliding its way
toward my thigh. Fingertips, ever so lightly, brushed the small
patch of silk between my legs.

The persistent hand rubbing my leg became
two hands, both brushed between my legs at once. Muscled thighs
pushed my legs farther apart. I could no longer fight the urge to
open my eyes. I dared to peek through the fringe of my lashes and
saw Kid’s shoulder-length, blond hair. It was combed away from his
boyish beauty. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, mirroring my
own, as he positioned himself close to my center and continued
rubbing my thighs.

His eyes remained closed as he assailed my
body with his touch. I imagined Kid getting a tug on his nipples as
reprimand for opening his eyes. The tip of his tongue slid across
his full bottom lip and for some reason, a sensation rippled along
my center.

I wanted so badly to see Caleb, my eyes
opened wider. A searing pressure on my nipples told me he remained
close. My eyes closed and the pressure subsided. It was proof he
was watching me intently as another man touched me.

So, this is what will make Caleb
happy.
My heart pinched at the betrayal.
Fine, he wants to
pretend there’s nothing between us. I’ll give him a show to
remember.

Kid definitely knew what he was doing. His
hands created a burning desire not just where he touched me, but
throughout my whole being. In fact, it was tough to keep control.
Part of me strove to hold on to my pride, or what was left of it,
and another part of me wanted to let go with reckless abandon.

Kid’s gentle and warm caresses stoked
something deep inside me. I was breathless, tingly, and so wet
between my legs the silk settled into my folds. His hands laid
trails over my thighs, hips, and belly…
damn corset
.
Suddenly, a different set of hands pulled me back and stood me
upright.

There was another rumble of laughter from
Mr. B. who took control of Kid. With a great deal of effort, I kept
my eyes down. Caleb pressed me back into his erection. I was unable
to stop a soft moan. To my shock and surprise, Caleb unbound my
wrists and began unlacing my corset. My entire body tensed in a
silent plea for him to stop. He pressed his lips softly to the
shell of my ear, “Obey,” he whispered with enough intensity to
almost stop my heart.

I remained still as he completely unlaced my
corset. My breath caught with its removal, and I heard the heavy
intake of breath from the others around me through the ringing in
my ears. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes. Both clamps were
released from my breasts and my nipples burned as blood rushed into
the starved areas. Caleb released me and I stood feeling alone and
exposed.

Where is Caleb?

My pride dropped away and my heart filled
with sadness while my head filled with embarrassment. The stillness
in the room was palpable, punctuated keenly by the lone sound of my
anxious breath. There was a soft rustle, then the feel of smooth
fingers rolling one of my silk stockings down my thigh. I
desperately fought my urge to resist.

This is what he wants. Be brave.

My sex pulsed as my left stocking was rolled
down my leg. I reached my hands out to feel and gasped when they
were quickly gathered up between my breasts. My body was hoisted
into the air. I kicked out with my legs, but someone grabbed them
firmly. They placed me on a hard surface, which I knew
instinctually to be one of the linen covered dining tables.

I panicked and at once Caleb’s voice was in
my ear telling me to obey. “Steady, Kitten. I won’t let him inside
you. I won’t let
anyone
inside you.” Through my panic, I
almost missed the possessive nature of his words, but the part of
me that thought of him as mine wanted to recognize it as an
admission. I relaxed by the barest of degrees.

My wrists were tied together and held over
my head. Within moments, soft feathery touches along the top of my
silk panties assailed my senses. Despite my apprehension, a shudder
ran through me. Those hands, those warm, trembling, and wonderful
hands, activated something. A charge ignited within me as my
panties slipped down and away. My head swam in the smell of lust,
the taste of it. I suddenly wanted satisfaction. I needed it.