Guilty Pleasures (19 page)

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.

She was still naked on her knees, leaning her cheek against his leg as he absently petted her hair. Then he sighed and rose to his feet, jostling her in the process. She stayed next to the bed, waiting for an order.

A drawer opened and he shuffled through the contents. “I’m definitely not done with you today, but I have a nice toy to distract you while I’m off the property.”

Vivian wondered if he was going to the other smaller office, the one where he’d entrapped her that first day. She wondered if he would fish today for more women to send to Anton and why she couldn’t work up hatred for him even if that was true.

He returned with something that looked like panties, but she recognized it for what it was. It was a vibrator meant to be worn, pressed against the clit and surrounding flesh. Lindsay ordered her to put it on, and she quickly complied. He adjusted the straps so it fit snugly around her, then handed her clothes to put on.

“There is a remote. Actually there are multiple remotes. Ten of them, in fact, for this particular toy. I’ll give one to Gabe and Anton, as well as the other men.

She wondered if Brian would get one. Her face must have telegraphed her fear because he nodded.

“Everyone. But Gabe, myself, and Anton are still the only ones allowed to play with you . . . really play. This is different. It’s just someone pressing a button. Brian isn’t allowed in your room. Don’t worry.”

She couldn’t help worrying.

Lindsay sent her to breakfast with a swat on her ass and told her he’d see her later that afternoon after a warning that she wasn’t to remove the toy at all, and if she did, one of the house cameras would catch her. He wanted her open and receptive to the vibrations whenever, wherever, and from whomever they were delivered.

At breakfast, she was self-conscious, trying to avoid the eyes of the trainers she didn’t know, as well as Gabe’s. She wasn’t sure where Anton was, but she knew he’d been avoiding her to keep her from attaching to him too strongly. But it didn’t matter. She’d attached to all three of her trainers already. Extra variety didn’t matter.

If she’d been whored out to every man in the house, she still would have attached. It was who she was. She was standing in line with her tray to get food, when the vibrations started pounding against her clit. They began small, teasing, coaxing the little bud to swell with need.

Thankfully the toy was silent. She’d seen toys like it online, but this wasn’t the more common brand. This was something expensive, probably custom designed for the house. As she put food on her tray, her eyes flitted about the room, trying to discover who was engineering her pleasure.

She was surprised to discover Anton standing in a corner nearby with a cup of coffee in one hand and his remote in the other. Aimed at her. She blushed bright red and looked to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to.

Trying to ignore the increasing arousal, she went to sit at a table away from the few other girls.

A moment later she felt the vibrations increase, throbbing against her as she clutched at the table, working not to give her reaction away. She almost jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Come for me, flower. I’ve missed you.”

She sat facing a window that went out onto a breezeway covered in climbing yellow roses. Anton’s wide frame at her back shielded her from view. Even so, she felt as if she were on display. The vibrator ratcheted up another notch, even though the last setting had been intense.

“Come. Now.”

She wasn’t sure if it was what he said, the fact that she’d missed that delicious accent, or the intensity of the stimulation going on below her waist, but the moment his words drifted to her ears, she gripped the table and came as quietly as she could.

When she was finished, he turned it off. “Good girl. Soon we’ll find you a master. Would you like that?”

She nodded, a little moan escaping her throat as he ran his fingertips along the nape of her neck. He leaned next to her ear. “Before you go, I intend on one last fuck. I intend on using each of those lovely welcoming holes properly.”

Then he placed his empty mug on the table and walked away.

The moment he’d left, Gabe approached. “Good morning, lover.”

She flushed and looked at her plate, wondering if he’d found a position from which to observe her secret orgasm with Anton. “Good morning, Sir.”

Vivian waited for the vibrations to start, assuming there would be a constant parade of men coming by to revel in the power they had to manipulate her body with the touch of a button. But the vibrations didn’t come. Instead, he told her to go to the gym after breakfast, and gave her directions on how to find it. Then he left her to finish her meal.

She was disappointed he hadn’t pressed the button. Gabe of all people. Was he still angry with her for coming without permission? Was he unwilling to give her any orgasm she didn’t beg for or ask permission to have?

Those thoughts tumbled through her mind as she took her tray to the dishwasher and then made her way with trepidation to the gym. Would she be left to work out on her own? Would someone train her? Would it be Gabe, or someone else?

When she reached the gym, there were girls on treadmills and a few using weight equipment with trainers standing over them. Vivian stood awkwardly in the doorway not knowing what she was supposed to do now.

Then he was walking toward her. She had to stop the physical reaction to cringe or kneel, perhaps both, as Brian approached with a sadistic smile on his face.

“You’re not supposed . . . ”

The words hadn’t gotten fully out of her mouth when he pulled a remote from his pocket––not the one to the vibrator. A sharp, electric zap hit her from the bracelet. Brian was the only one who used that particular power over her. Even though she knew they all must have it here.

In many ways it made her feel more helpless than being chained and whipped because there was no ritual or protocol that had to happen to set things up. No defined moment where the punishment would start and stop. With the remote for the band around her wrist, it could happen anywhere, at any time without warning. And Brian showed no hesitation in using it.

Even in the gym with other trainers and girls, she didn’t feel safe with this man.

“I’m not supposed to come on you or fuck you. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to train you or punish you in the gym.” His voice came out a low snarl. He retrieved the other remote, the one that went with the toy and then his voice calmed to something approaching civilized human speech. “We’re going to have an interesting session today.”