Odalisque (16 page)

“I thought you didn’t want one.”

“Yeah, I don’t. I still would have loved to check the place out.”

“I don’t think they allow tag-alongs. Serious buyers only.” Kai twirled the ice in his drink. “Jesus, Mace, it was really something though. Girls everywhere, all horny, submissive females. The agent, this guy Bastien, he leads you around like you’re in a furniture showroom, pointing out the various models. And they definitely have a try-and-buy policy.”

Mason let out his breath in a long gasp. “You lucky fuck. You lucky bastard. How long ago did you go? How long have you had her?”

“I went in January, and I’ve had her about three months.”

“You fucking bastard. Well, what’s she like? And more importantly, when can I meet her?”

Kai laughed at his friend’s salacious stare. “You can definitely meet her. But listen, I don’t want any of this getting out. I don’t want to share her with any strangers or anything, or throw any orgies. I’ll probably only share her with you. At least for now.”

“Possessive, are we? Yeah, that’s fine.”

“If I decide to throw any sheik-style sex parties I’ll let you know, but she’s kind of the quiet type.”

“They’re all quiet. They’re sex slaves.”

“No, she’s...especially quiet. She’s deaf. So if you’re going to share her with me and everything...”

“She’s deaf, really? How do you talk to her? How do you tell her what you want?”

“She reads lips, and I’ve learned to sign a little.”

“You know sign language?”

“I do now. A little. I’m getting better. And she doesn’t like to talk, so she either writes things down or uses ASL.”

“ASL?”

“American Sign Language.”

Mason stared at him a moment. “So not only do you have a sex slave you can drill in any hole whenever you like, you don’t have to deal with any chit-chat either. You’re living the dream.”

Kai chuckled softly, but something unnerved him about Mason’s crass, objectifying language. He was past the point of thinking about Constance as some slave with holes to fill. It annoyed him to hear Mason talk about her that way.

“Anyway,” Kai said, “she’s really cool. She’s pretty and laid back and just...always in the mood.”

“Does she like your kinky stuff?”

Kai snorted. “What do you think? Would I have chosen her otherwise?”

“Ah,” Mason sighed.

Kai studied his friend. “I don’t get it. If you’re so into BDSM, why don’t you do scenes with Jess? I can get you guys into LoveSlave. Jeremy can too. All you’d have to do is drop your name at the front desk--”

“Jess isn’t into it. She’s into everything but that. And even if she was into it--”

“She’d be a domme.”

Mason’s shoulders slumped. “Exactly.”

“Sucks to be you. I’ll let you dom my odalisque. How about that?”

“More than I’m getting from Jess. Can I spank her? Mark her?”

“Within reason.” Kai got the distinct, uneasy feeling all was not well between his friend and his wife. He’d always considered them the strongest, most solid couple in town. “So, if Jess won’t do the kink stuff with you, why don’t you get it on your own? You have an open marriage, don’t you?”

“It’s not that simple. Jess can be very, very jealous. Insanely jealous.”

“And controlling,” Kai added quietly.

Mason met his gaze, then looked away. He clearly preferred not to talk about it. Kai would give him space, for now.

“Hey, Kai. If it comes up in conversation, don’t tell Jessamine you have an odalisque.”

Kai laughed. “Don’t want her to start nagging for her own again?”

But Mason didn’t laugh.

“Jesus, man,” said Kai. “You look awful. When do you want to come over? When are you free?”

Mason propped his head on his hand and blinked a couple times. “Meh. How about tonight?”

*** *** ***

“Lucy, I’m home!”

He always said it in his best Ricky Ricardo voice, even though he knew she couldn’t appreciate his cleverness. He left his briefcase in the foyer, dropped the takeout in the kitchen, and then loosened his tie, taking the stairs to her odella two at a time. She was lying on the bed with her usual notebook in her hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing,” she signed, sliding the notebook under her pillow. As usual. He wondered what was in there, why she was so secretive. Poetry, she’d said. Maybe she was planning some terrorist attack, or plotting to take over the world. Drawing diagrams of a build-at-home nuclear weapon. She was giving him that lustful, wide-eyed look, and he burst out laughing at the idea of her hatching world-domination plans from her odella.

“What?” she signed in the face of his mirth.

“Nothing,” he answered, waving his hands. “How was your day?”

She stretched and signed that she’d gone swimming. “It felt so warm, like swimming in a Jacuzzi.”

“It will get hotter before the end of summer. It’s almost July.”

Constance tilted her head at that, and he knew she was thinking the same thing he was. The months were going by too fast. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” she signed with a smile.

“Don’t I know it,” said Kai, already unzipping. After his daily “welcome home” blowjob, he lay down beside his nude odalisque, still fully dressed, his fly done up again. He knew it excited her when he was in his work clothes and she was naked. Sick little perv. He tugged lightly on one of her curls.

“Constance, do you know who Mason Cooke is?”

She gave him an exasperated look. “Of course I do,” she signed. “Who doesn’t?”

“I know Mason pretty well. He’s a good friend of mine. He wants to meet you.”

Constance did a decent job of disguising her shock. She laughed and signed, “Wow. I thought you were going to ask me to the movies.”

“No. It’s more like asking you to have sex with Mason Cooke. Is it okay?”

She made a quick sign. “Of course.”

“He’s coming tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t give you more notice.”

“I don’t need notice. I’m always ready to please you in whatever way I can.”

In the last couple weeks, she’d been using an awful lot of what Kai thought of as “odalisque talk.” Pat phrases and rehearsed-sounding replies that he knew were meant to distance them, and remind him of her place in his life. It annoyed him, although he knew that was what she’d been trained to do.

“Speaking of advance notice,” he added, “we’re taking a two-week trip to New York in September. I’ll tell you more about it when it’s all ironed out, but you might need to buy some formal clothes, gowns and accessories. We’ll have parties to attend. Banquets and charity events, that kind of thing. I’ll have my driver take you downtown, and I’ll give you my credit card. You can buy whatever you like.”

Constance lounged across from him, looking skeptical.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked. “You’ll do anything I like sexually, but you balk when I ask you to buy clothes?”

“I don’t know how to buy clothes,” she signed. “And when they ask what I need, they won’t be able to understand me. And I won’t know what to buy anyway.” She dropped her hands, looking frustrated. Kai rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay. I can send someone out to shop for you. They’ll have to take your measurements. Does that work?”

She nodded and signed, “Thank you.”

It was really no big deal. He should have just done that in the first place. Somehow he’d imagined she might like going out with his credit card and buying whatever her heart desired. He’d pictured her sashaying down Rodeo Drive with fistfuls of boxes and bags with a big grin on her face, like in the movies, but instead she’d acted like he was asking her to do something distasteful.

But when he actually asked her to do something distasteful, like perform sexually for his friend, she was one hundred percent fine with the idea.

Duh. Because she’s an odalisque.

“When is he coming?” she signed.

Kai looked at his watch and rolled off the bed. “In an hour. There’s takeout for dinner. I’m going to go change.”

*** *** ***

Constance breathed in and out, slow deep breaths, drawing on her training.
He’s just a mega-movie star, girl. No biggie. Even if he has a massive dick.

Constance lounged against some pillows in the saray while Kai gave his friend Mason Cooke a tour of the facilities. Kai didn’t bother to sign any of what he was saying for her benefit, and she couldn’t read their lips since they kept turning their heads. She could easily read their expressions though, and their relaxed body language.

And their erect cocks--they were hard to misunderstand.

It was clear to her from their manner--and the fact that they were unfazed by one another’s huge erections--that they were good friends. Constance would be happy to serve any friend of her Master’s. There was actually something exciting about handling more than one man at once. It was more strength, more brawn, more cock to deal with. More passion and more lust. She wasn’t nervous. Kai used all her holes regularly, to the point where she wasn’t uptight at all about penetration.

Kai was showing Mason his cabinet of toys now, and Mason’s cock stood up even stiffer. So it was to be one of
those
types of nights. Constance let her legs fall open and fingered her pussy as she watched the men. It was about to get painful--and erotic. Her favorite combination. She was ready to go.

Kai turned to her and smiled while Mason pulled out an armful of implements from the cabinet. Strap, crop, paddle, tawse, whip, another strap, another paddle. Balancing them in one arm, he also grabbed a pair of nipple clamps and some lubricant. Thankfully, it appeared to be the non-stinging kind.

She raised her eyebrows at Kai as Mason jogged across the room to dump all the stuff on the bed. Kai laughed and signed, “Mason is a BDSM noob.” He fingerspelled
noob
with a hilarious look of forbearance on his face. “He wants to try just about everything. He’s maybe a little overeager right now.”

Constance made one lone sign. “Ouch.”

Kai shook his head and threw some condoms on the bed beside the toys. “It’ll be okay. On your feet, beautiful.”

Constance stood and presented herself to the two gentlemen. She waited with one hip cocked slightly, her breasts thrust out and displayed to full effect. She wanted to touch herself again, just from the hungry way they looked at her. Kai had brought Mason straight to the saray, rather than having them all meet somewhere else in the house and have a drink first. She hadn’t even really been introduced yet to Mason. She preferred it that way. She liked that she was here to be their toy, their pleasure vessel. She didn’t want to be their friend, not at moments like these.

Kai looked at Mason, who, having just pulled every toy out of the cabinet, seemed unsure of his next move. “You want to make some marks on her?”

Mason nodded. Kai led Constance over to the lattice side of the iron bed. He turned back to his friend. “Do you want her restrained or unrestrained?”

Mason only took a second to answer. “Restrained. Yes!”

“Go get some cuffs.”

Kai turned her then and pressed her forward against the cool metal structure. Without hearing, she habitually wanted to turn her head to see, to watch. To know what was coming. She was trying to train herself out of it, to just trust in Kai to manage things. It was harder now, though, with another man in the room. She leaned her forehead against the lattice and took more deep breaths.

She jumped a little when she felt warm, rough hands stroking and parting her ass cheeks. With great effort, she didn’t spin around to see who was touching her. She just let the feelings of subservience and submission sink into her mind. The hands left her and her arms were pulled behind her. Cuffs were attached to each wrist. Her wrists were then pushed forward and fixed to either side of the lattice. She was caught now. Powerless. Well, she could still kick...

No, maybe not. She felt a tug at her ankles and looked down to see Kai with a spreader bar. Her pussy gave a little throb as he nudged her legs apart. It was harder to dodge blows in the leg spreader, and damn impossible to kick, although she would never really do any of those things during a scene. But knowing she had the power to do them if she chose was somehow soothing. Kai liked to take her power--and choices--away.

She moaned weakly at that provocative thought. Kai placed a hand under her hips, forcing her ass out. She scooted her tethered feet back and arched her spine, and watched Mason come around the bed and pick up the crop. The noobs always loved the riding crops. She braced for impact as Mason disappeared behind her, but all she felt was the soft, dull thud of the handle across her ass. She looked back over her shoulder. Kai shrugged as if to say, “What can you do?”

He took the crop from Mason, demonstrating in the air how to flick the whippy end of it. He gave it back and Constance turned away, wrapping her fingers around the metal bars. Mason landed a blow correctly this time, right on the sweet spot of her left ass cheek. Before she even had time to react, he whapped the other cheek--way too hard. Constance pulled at the cuffs, wanting to cover herself. She looked pleadingly back at Kai. He came toward her and took her chin in his hand.

“I know it’s scary playing with someone new. Some of it’s going to hurt, and he wants to leave marks, but this is nothing I haven’t done to you before. I won’t let him really hurt you, okay?”

Constance let out a breath and turned away. She wanted this.
She wanted it.
She was just a little scared. She was used to Kai hurting her, but Mason was something new, an unknown quantity. She closed her eyes and steeled herself to take the pain. She thought Kai must have taken over the crop for a moment. She was given a series of stinging, rapid slaps that had her dancing on her toes. Each time she tensed and drew her ass forward, she’d feel that patient tap on her hip. He liked for her to keep her ass thrust out at all times, as if she craved the punishment of the various implements. It was sexy, yeah. But it was hard to do.

After Kai got her ass and inner and outer thighs all warm and tingling, Mason took over for a while. His shots were more random--some light, and some a fierce, stinging shock. His rhythm was slower than Kai’s. Constance imagined them consulting between blows. Finally, Mason put down the crop and picked up one of the paddles. He seemed to have no great difficulty using that. The first one Mason used was a long, principal’s-office-style slab of wood that gave more thud than sting. He soon abandoned that--probably at Kai’s urging--for a smaller, sleeker red paddle with what Kai liked to refer to as “pain holes.” The little holes drilled in the wood increased the sting and heat fifty-fold from the large, thuddy instrument.