Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

  “When will Kadir get to view the tape?” Zoe asked. The idea of having to wait for results of her mission didn’t sit well.

  “As soon as we get back. We won’t be gone long, and it takes a day or two to edit the video.”

  Zoe nodded and glanced at Jason. He had his usual stone-faced expression. Impossible to read. This was a job, a role. Even though there were sexual undertones, he’d understand. “I guess I should get dressed.”

  ***

  Zoe sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, eyes downcast in a submissive pose. The pep talk Melissa and Julia had given her had done little to stop her hands from shaking. She squeezed them tighter into fists and pressed them into her thighs. The outfit Melissa had picked out was exquisite. Zoe had tried on several at the leather and lace sex shop in Georgetown, and they’d bought five outfits and three pairs of shoes and boots. The red corset outfit was part of Melissa’s stash.

  Jason’s phone buzzed, and he checked it. “They’re on their way.”

  Zoe’s stomach did a flip, and she swallowed, consciously willing the wave of nausea to pass. Her heart was pounding so hard, she couldn’t take in a full breath. Or maybe it was the restriction of the corset. She could do this.

  Jason sent a couple of texts, probably acknowledging the message and then alerting the video crew. He stood by the door, his arms behind his back, wearing a simple Mardi Gras mask. There was no way to tell what he was thinking. “You okay, Zoe?”

  She nodded. “I’m fine.”

  Melissa rubbed her hands. “You look a little nervous, but that’ll work in our favor. Kadir will like the vulnerable look. Remember, he thinks you’re a lawyer. Don’t let him know otherwise.”

  She nodded. At the sound of the outside door opening, Zoe sat straight up.

  “Relax,” Melissa soothed. “Eyes down. Don’t challenge him. You’re a submissive, let him lead.”

  Julia, Tyler, Kadir and one of his bodyguards walked in. The man was casually dressed in black slacks and a tan button-down shirt. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me be alone with her,” Kadir said.

  CHAPTER 24

  Zoe’s confidence drained when she heard Kadir’s request to be alone with her. They wouldn’t consider it, even as important as this target was.

  “Now, Mr. President,” Faith said with a polite smile. “We went over the rules. Mistress D will remain and assist or stop the encounter as she feels necessary.”

  Melissa introduced herself as Mistress D. “We protect the safety of our guests,” Melissa said. “Your slave knows her limits and safe words. Your encounter is limited to the items on the bed. Two guards remain inside the room and two outside this door for your protection and hers. Your assistant may stay in the room or outside. Once the room is sealed, no one can enter or leave until Mistress D gives the okay. Do you understand?”

  Zoe wondered who the guards were outside—Frank and Blake, or other FLC members? Kadir had his own bodyguard as well.

  Melissa and Faith put on their masks. Kadir frowned. “To help our submissive feel less self-conscious,” Faith explained. “And to add a little mystery and ambience.”

  He nodded, seeming to accept her explanation. “Yes, Mistress, I will respect your rules,” Kadir said with a firm and arrogant tone. He turned his back on Melissa and Faith and strode to Zoe. Taking her hands, he pulled them apart. “Stand, my dear, I want to look at you.”

  She did as she was told, keeping her eyes down. Submissive, she must stay in a submissive role.

  “No,” he stated. “Any order or question from me, I expect a response from you. Yes, sir or no, sir will do. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Better, slave Jennifer.” He chuckled. Was he mocking her name? “You are very beautiful. I like what you’ve chosen to wear, but I want you to take it off.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her stomach grumbled, and a cold wave passed through her. Shaking fingers began to unhook the front of the corset. It was designed to be easy to put on and take off. Without thinking, she glanced at Jason, and he shook his head in warning. Too late.

  A cane swatted her on the backs of her thighs, and her knees buckled. “Don’t look at them,” Kadir scolded. “I am the only man in your life. You will do my bidding without question, without hesitation. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” The words were forced through clenched teeth, but she couldn’t help it. Her thighs still stung from the cane, and she had the urge to punch him in the nose. If she didn’t get herself under control, she’d blow the operation. When she finished unhooking the corset, she opened it and let it drop to the floor. Cool air caressed her breasts and tightened her nipples.

  His gaze studied her. The red thong barely covered her pubic area, and she didn’t know if he wanted her to remove that, too.

  “Beautiful,” he said, staring at her breasts. His hand cupped her breast then slid down to her abdomen, his fingers sliding beneath the edge of her thong but going no farther. She held her breath, hoping he didn’t make this too sexual because she didn’t know how good she could fake it. “I know you’re here to please me, but it will please me even more if I could get you horny.” His hand moved to her ass.

  “Yes, sir.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tyler take a step toward Jason. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. Now she wished he didn’t have to watch this.

  “Your skin is soft.” He took the items off the bed and placed them on a side table. “And this.” He touched her choker.

  “Don’t slaves wear collars, sir?”

  “Only when I give you one as a gift. Take it off and don’t question me.”

  Eyes down, she slowly took it off and dropped it on the floor. He lifted her chin and narrowed his eyes. “I see.” His voice softened. “How did you get this injury?”

  “Car accident, sir.” He’d asked her that at the reception party. Had he forgotten or was he testing her?

  He laughed. “I punish my slaves for lying.” Reaching inside his pants pocket, he pulled out a black scarf. Her pulse kicked up a bit. What did he have in mind with that? He wouldn’t dare strangle her with Jason and Tyler in the room. “I think you’re distracted. I’m going to blindfold you.”

  “Yes, sir.” She was relieved, although she didn’t like giving up any one of her senses. As he removed her mask, Zoe felt naked knowing the video was recording her face now, but she also knew the AV guys would edit that part out. As Kadir tied the blindfold, she became aware of his scent. Spicy, expensive aftershave or cologne, mingled with sweat, filled her nostrils. She breathed through her mouth to shut out as much of him as she could. Rough fingers brushed her hair from her face and lifted her chin.

  “Now, on the bed, facedown to start.”

  She did, then felt a crack across her thighs. “Ouch.”

  “What did you forget, slave?”

  She had to think for a second. “Did I not say, ‘Yes, sir’?”

  He cracked her again. “No, you did not. Maybe next time you’ll remember. You’re not very submissive. I can tell by your tone and your body language.”

  “I’ll try, sir.” He was an experienced Dom. Melissa and Jason had warned her about him. Experienced Doms knew how to look for subtle changes in their submissives to understand their pleasure and their pain, to know when they were compliant or defiant, in subspace or in danger.

  “She’s new,” Melissa offered in a whispered note.

  “I don’t care,” he said. “She’ll bend to my will or she’ll be punished.” Footsteps left the bedside, and Kadir’s voice sounded from across the room. “She agreed to be my slave. Do not interrupt again unless you feel her life is in danger.”

  “Yes, sir,” Melissa said.

  Faith remained in the background, not saying a word.

  The rustling by the bed told Zoe that he had returned. “I want to heat up your skin. Don’t make any attempt to cover yourself or stop what I’m doing. Spread your arms and legs.”

  “Yes, sir.” She did a
s ordered and waited for what would come next. He gripped her panties and ripped them off.

  “You won’t be needing these.” She was naked now except for the thigh-high stockings and spike heels. The lashes of the flogger smacked across her ass without warning, and she yelped. He didn’t question whether she liked it or not, but hit her again along her shoulders then down the backs of her thighs. The sting bore deep, and she tried to ride out the pain like she had when she was beaten in Turkey. After a time, the pain would become numbing, and her mind would drift. “I can see you’re relaxing, slave. Good.”

  He struck harder, and she arched her back, her chest lifting off the bed, but she would not call the safe word. The video had to be good. “I bet you’re getting wet now. If I stuck my fingers in your pussy, I bet you’d be wet. You want to be my slave, my whore. You want me to fuck you.”

  Who was in control and who was losing control? Zoe moaned and cried out, but in truth the pain didn’t reach her anymore. She tried to believe Jason was commanding her. If he had been, this would have been a completely different scene. She’d gladly surrender to him.

  Kadir’s hand rubbed over her back and ass. “Yes, your skin has nicely warmed up. Turn over.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her words slurred in her head.

  He laughed. “Yes, you’re my pain slut, a true submissive. I’m pleased.” His voice was gruff. “Arms over your head and legs spread.”

  “Yes, sir. Ahh.” The moment she had her arms and legs in place, he struck her across her breasts. Her arms came down, and he yelled at her.

  “No. Do not move your arms.”

  She bit her lip to keep from spitting out a string of words that would have made her sound like a truck driver with road rage. It was a good thing her eyes were covered because he might have seen her defiance. She whimpered and moaned and hoped Jason realized she was faking most of it.

  “Enough, now stand,” he commanded. “And hands behind your back.”

  “Yes, sir.” She wished she could see him. Standing naked in front of Jason, Tyler, Melissa and who knew how many video guys behind the walls made her feel vulnerable and awkward.

  Handcuffs were snapped around her wrists. “They aren’t too tight, are they?” He ran a finger around to make sure her skin wasn’t pinched.

  “No, sir. They’re fine, thank you.”

  “I appreciate your politeness.” He rubbed her back where the flogger had warmed her skin. “Is the pain too intense?”

  “I’m okay, sir.” One minute he was brutal, the next he showed concern. Was his brutality all a show to heighten the tension?

  He grasped her arm and tugged her. “This way. I want you to stand here with your legs parted.”

  He stepped away for a minute, then returned. “Open your mouth.”

  She did, and he slid something large into her mouth until she started to gag. It took a moment before she realized it was the dildo. What the fuck?

  “Hold this in your mouth,” he ordered. “Do not drop it, no matter what, or you will be punished severely. Nod your head if you understand.”

  Zoe nodded.

  “Sir, I need to interrupt,” Melissa interjected.

  “What is it?”

  “She can’t use her safe word.”

  He huffed as if impatient. “If she was my true slave, she would not get a safe word. She won’t need one. However, I will abide by your rules. If she needs to stop, she can raise the pinkie finger of her left hand like you mentioned in your rules.”

  “But she—” Jason started to argue.

  “Is that acceptable to you, my slave?”

  Zoe nodded. She didn’t know if she could raise that finger high enough. That was the one that had been broken during her torture. But she didn’t want to risk arguing the point.

  “See?” He was annoyed, and Zoe didn’t want Jason to interfere in case Kadir got frustrated and stopped the scene. They might have enough on tape, but she wanted to be sure. The cane smacked her thighs, and she cried out, almost losing the dildo. Now she got what he was doing. She couldn’t scream without dropping the dildo, and if she did, he’d punish her. “Spread your legs wider.”

  She did, and the flogger swung between her legs, the tips of the thongs cracking on her raw clit.

  “Mmmm,” she mumbled. This time, the dildo slipped to the end, and she grabbed it with her teeth just before she lost it.

  “Don’t drop it.” He laughed. “My punishments are severe.”

  Fine. Yeah, she wanted to kick him in the balls right now. She didn’t want to be humiliated by this bastard anymore. The pain she could handle. She had a high tolerance for it. What if she dropped the damn dildo? What would he do?

  At any time she could raise her pinkie, or try to, and stop the scene. The video guys had more than they needed to nail this guy. Kadir wouldn’t question her stopping the scene. He knew she was a new submissive, and the FLC wouldn’t question her, but she didn’t want to stop. Not yet. She wasn’t done with him.

  She took a breath and tried to relax. She hung her head. Wasn’t this attitude what had gotten her in trouble in Turkey?

  “Good,” he soothed. “I think you’re finally surrendering to me. I can see it in your shoulders. You’re finally relaxing. Don’t drop the dildo yet. Not until I give you permission.” He smacked her one more time between her legs, and she gripped the dildo. Wait for it. The time isn’t right. “Good girl.”

  He stopped flogging her, he stopped caning her, he wasn’t even touching her. As she heard his footsteps circling her, a crack from the flogger made her jump. The tassels didn’t connect. He was screwing with her. A breeze from the leather thongs stirred the air around her face. His cologne mingled with his sweat as he walked around her, smacking the flogger. Each time, she flinched, knowing by his laughter that he enjoyed tormenting her. The man was boring her, but she did her best to appear subservient.

  “Kneel,” he ordered.

  She hesitated, uncertain of what he was asking.

  “Do you not understand a simple order? Kneel.” He pressed her shoulder down until she was kneeling. “Hands and knees, crawl to the sound of my whip.”

  Oh, for God’s sake. From the other side of the room, she heard the crack, turned toward the sound and crawled. She would rather have felt the pain than endure this humiliation, especially knowing this was being recorded.

  “Don’t drop the cock,” he warned, laughing. Another crack several feet away. “Hurry, slave, crawl to me.”

  She’d had about enough of this bastard.

  “I bet you’d like my cock in your mouth instead of that dildo.”

  She stopped crawling. Sex was not supposed to be part of this. He cracked the whip again, and she crawled quickly in the direction of the sound.

  “Stop. I didn’t tell you to come to me yet. Don’t anticipate my instructions.”

  She bowed her head, but inside she was seething.

  “Our time is almost up. I would need many more sessions to train you.” He sighed. She wasn’t sure if he was pleased or not, and frankly she didn’t care. “Stand up,” he said. She complied. He smacked her once on the butt. “A minor punishment for your error.”

  When she knew he was standing in front of her, she opened her mouth and spit the dildo out.

  “What the?” he exclaimed.

  She’d had enough. Behind her, Melissa and Faith gasped. “I’m sorry, sir. My jaw cramped, and it slipped.”

  Apparently, he didn’t believe her. Kadir picked her up and sat down in a chair, tossing her over his knee, and began spanking her hard. It was more painful than the flogger or cane. Then he laughed. “You are a pain slut. You did that on purpose because you wanted to feel more pain.” He sounded pleased not angry.

  “Yes, sir.” Gritting her teeth, she withstood the pain as much as she could. Finally, she called, “Red.”

  He struck her one more time, then stopped. “Had enough?”

  “Yes, sir.” A moment longer, and she would punch the guy. The
AV guys had better have gotten this down, because she wasn’t going another round with him. He helped her to her feet and removed the blindfold. Melissa strode over and draped a robe over her shoulders.

  Kadir hooked a finger under her chin. “Look at me.” He studied her for several moments and frowned. “Did you enjoy our encounter?”

  She didn’t break eye contact and nodded. Inside she instructed her mind to go calm and complacent. Her eyes couldn’t show how she loathed him. The skill to control what her eyes revealed was not easy to learn. “Yes, I did. Did you, sir?”

  “Very much. A shame our time is over. Too bad you don’t speak Arabic. I would offer you a position on my staff. I could use an assistant educated on international law.”

  Zoe glanced at Faith, who gave her a puzzled look. Zoe had forgotten to tell her she had told Kadir she didn’t speak Arabic. “A thoughtful offer.”

  Melissa sent a quick text. “I let Julia know our meeting is almost concluded. Would you care for something to drink while you wait for her, Mr. President?”

  “No, but Zoe will have some.” He smiled, then kissed her cheek. “You’re shaking, my dear. Is the robe not warm enough? Sit.” He led her over to the bed and pulled a blanket off a side table and covered her shoulders. Melissa approached, and Kadir held up his hand. “She’s my responsibility. If I need assistance, I will ask.”

  Melissa nodded and backed off. “I’m fine, sir,” Zoe said.

  “An intense scene can leave you off balance for a few hours. Will you be going home alone?”

  “No,” Jason said. “She won’t be alone.”

  Kadir’s mouth tightened, and Melissa glared at Jason. Tyler took a step closer to Jason. Probably a warning and a reminder that he shouldn’t be saying anything.

  Kadir picked up a bottle of antiseptic lotion. “There are a few areas that need attending. Permit me.” He pulled the blanket and robe off her shoulders and rubbed some of the salve into her skin. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “After we’re done, I want you to get me the recording and delete all the copies, Zoe Summers.”