by Kitty Thomas
“Yes you are. You think you're the only one who's tried that move? You can't fuck yourself on it. It's already inside you.”
Despite all the sexual things she'd done with Annette, she felt herself blush at her words all the same.
“You could sneak the key from Gabe, and then we could...” Shannon said.
Annette laughed. “As much as I would like to play with you today, if I helped you escape your master's torments, Anton would have my ass. I know better than to interfere.”
Shannon didn't know how the hell she was going to focus on reading the training manual or how she would remember anything it said.
She glanced over at Julie studiously buttering a croissant. They were all sure she was doing kinky stuff with Gabe. He was her master after all. But she was very shy and never talked about it.
Shannon suddenly felt watched. She looked up to see Brian standing at the other end of the room, staring at her, his expression inscrutable. She hadn't had this much of his undivided attention since that day. She'd hoped he'd somehow forgotten about her, but the look he gave her suggested a new interest. She shuddered and broke his gaze.
Chapter Seven
Lindsay strode into the mansion just after nine o'clock. He'd again had dinner in the city. This time when he reached his suite on the second floor, Shannon was waiting where he told her to be. She was naked except for the chastity belt, kneeling in the middle of the room, facing the door with her legs spread wide, her gaze cast down at the ground, palms up on her thighs.
He wasn't sure how long she'd waited like this, but when she realized the door had opened, she quickly glanced up to see it was him. She slowly crawled over and pressed her lips against the soft Italian leather of his shoes. Then she resumed her former kneeling position beside him.
“Master,” she said quietly.
Lindsay let out a harsh breath. Somehow training the other girls to do this hadn't had the same effect as when it was directed at him from someone who was completely and truly his.
“I see you've read the manual. Did you read all of it?”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
She looked flushed and turned on. Her sweet little cunt had been filled all day long waiting for him to ease her need.
“Did Gabe put more of the cream on throughout the day?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Lindsay hadn't bothered to tell her that had been part of his evil plan. Any time the belt came off, before it went back on, he'd told Gabe to put a generous amount of the arousal cream on her.
“And when was the last time he rubbed the cream into your pussy?”
“H-half an hour ago. He said I should be ready for your use when you got here.”
Her face turned a lovely dark pink at that admission.
Lindsay felt the dark smile curve his lips. Gabe was a very good friend. He hadn't been that specific about the arousal cream schedule, but knowing the cream was currently driving her to madness was a bonus. And the fact that despite what it must be doing to her, she was following protocol? Well, Lindsay was a stupid son of a bitch for not claiming her sooner.
“And during one of these intimate moments with Gabe, did you try to entice him to get you off?” he asked.
She looked up, a guilty expression painted across her face. Well, no one was perfect.
“I see. So then a punishment is also in order.”
“Master, please. I'm sorry.”
“I know, kitten. But I still have to punish you. Tell me what you did. I want details. And look at me when you tell me.”
Her gaze rose to his. “I-I rubbed against him. I begged him to fuck me. I begged him to let me touch myself.”
“And did he let you come?”
She shook her head. “No, Master.”
“Good.” He took her hands in his and helped her stand.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
Lindsay leaned in close to her ear, “It will hurt, but I will never harm you.” He pressed his lips to the curve where her delicate neck met her shoulder—the neck a collar would be locked around very soon. “You need a strict master. You feel safest inside tighter bonds. I remember all our sessions in my office in the city. Everything you told me. I know what you need, kitten, and I am all in.”
He heard the breath hitch in her throat and pulled back to see the desperate need shining out from her eyes. Part of it was the cream and the arousal he'd tormented her with all day in his absence. Part of it was her unconscious admission that what he'd just said was the absolute truth. She did need the bars to be secure.
He knew her perhaps better than any other man could ever know her because inside the warm bubble of doctor/patient confidentiality all those years ago, she'd told him deeply personal things he knew she wouldn't have allowed herself to tell anyone else. Even someone who owned her. And he knew this because within the safety of his office she'd admitted she hadn't told her last master everything inside her soul. She'd held things back. Lindsay was the only man who knew it all.
He took the key from his pocket, unlocked the chastity belt, and helped her out of it. She just whimpered as the dildo slid out of her pussy. He knew she regretted the loss of being filled with it even as she hadn't been able to get herself off all day with it inside her.
Lindsay didn't touch her, not yet. He wanted to drag out her torment some more. He went to the closet and took out a long red silk robe and helped her into it. He wouldn't parade her around the house naked when he knew how it upset her for others to see her scars. He tied the sash securely around her waist and led her down to the main level.
They passed a small group of girls whispering curiously. Everyone in the house knew Shannon was his now, and apparently it was becoming the subject of gossip and endless speculation. He shot them a dark look, and they immediately went still and quiet. He turned his attention back to Shannon and guided her to one of the playrooms.
These rooms weren't set up for punishment, though there were a few whipping implements hanging on the wall of the room he took her to.
She'd been brave when he'd taken her to Brian's dungeons that first night, but Lindsay didn't want to risk traumatizing her by taking her there all the time—especially not now, when it was still early enough that Brian would be awake and might be using one of those rooms himself. If they were to pass each other in the hall, Lindsay wasn't sure how she would react.
He led her into the playroom and turned the deadbolt on the door, locking them in together. She spun at that, watching him warily, waiting for whatever was coming next, no doubt reminding herself over and over inside her mind that he wasn't Brian.
Tonight he'd brought her to the room they used to stage dirty photos and video for prospective buyers. Lindsay's pants tightened uncomfortably as he remembered making the videos of Shannon the day before Brian had nearly killed her. He'd been the one behind the camera that day, giving her direction as she seduced the men who would put in bids to put a collar around her throat.
He'd found himself almost unbearably jealous of whoever would buy her. He'd wanted to keep the videos for himself and never let another soul see them, never let anyone else buy her. But after Brian had hurt her, Lindsay couldn't bring himself to watch them again. There was too much footage of her unmarred back. It was too harsh a reminder of how she'd been destroyed.
He shook the memories away and turned his focus back to Shannon, but the look on her face said she remembered the last time they were in this room together, too.
“I wanted to be yours that day,” Shannon said almost wistfully as if she weren't his now. But he understood where the wistfulness came from. Things could have been so much different between them. If he hadn't been such a fool. He should have taken her for himself that day. He'd been so close to doing it, so close to saying to hell with the rules and protocols of the house. To hell with the profit. He'd wanted her more than the money. He'd thought perhaps in a few days he'd be able to bring himself to just take what he wanted. He'd
just needed a day or two to sort out his feelings, to make a definite decision. But then everything had changed, and it was too late.
“Have you been in this room since the day we filmed?”
She shook her head. “I've been in the other playrooms, but not this one.”
He watched her carefully, studying her every movement, waiting to see if she'd fall apart, if she'd cry her pretty tears and beg him. Suddenly the last thing he wanted to do was punish her for anything. It wasn't as though he was genuinely pissed off about her begging Gabe for release. Of course she would beg. Lindsay had tormented her all day by proxy. He would have been concerned if she hadn't pushed the limits.
“Kitten, how would you like to earn a little mercy?”
She turned toward him, appearing nervous and shy. It was easy to forget this was all still so new for her, that though she was absolutely filthy in the most wonderful ways, she was long out of practice to the point that everything she'd once taken for granted must feel so foreign now.
“What would I have to do to earn a little mercy?” she asked, absently twisting a thick strand of dark hair around her fingers and biting her bottom lip.
Lindsay felt the evil smile edge up his face. “I want to make a dirty video with you.”
“Will anyone else see it?” she asked, still playing nervously with her hair.
He wanted to tell her it would only be for him, but he didn't want to make a promise he might later decide he didn't want to keep. “It doesn't matter who I show it to. You can have pain or a little exhibitionism for the camera. Your choice.”
Maybe he was punishing her after all because surely the threat that others might see compromising videos of her with those scars across her back was its own form of punishment. He waited for her to choose pain over the threat of exposure, but she didn't.
“Okay,” she finally said. “I'll make a video.”
“Good girl.”
Lindsay turned on the studio lighting. It would take a few minutes for them to be at full brightness. Then he turned the camera on and positioned it where he wanted it so that there was a clear shot of the round bed in the middle of the room. He stood behind the camera, watching the image on a fold out screen, revealing the view the lens saw.
“Take off the robe and crawl onto the bed,” he said.
She hesitated only a moment before she untied the sash and let the robe slide off her body onto the floor and got onto the bed.
“On your hands and knees,” he said.
When she'd gone to the middle of the bed on her hands and knees, Lindsay took the camera off the tripod and moved in closer, walking in a circle around the bed. She cried quietly as he circled her.
“Why are you crying, kitten?”
She shrugged, but they both knew why. He pulled her long hair away from her back and walked around her, capturing everything on film. No matter what she might believe, he wasn't punishing her. He was punishing himself. Because he was going to watch this footage later, just to take a good long hard look at what his weakness had done to her.
He held the camera with one hand while his fingers dipped inside her with the other. She was so fucking wet. She bucked against him, fucking herself on his fingers, gasping at the contact she'd been denied all day.
“You're a dirty little whore, you know that, Shannon?”
“Yes, Master,” she said unable to stop fucking herself on his fingers.
He pulled his hand away and slapped her ass hard, causing her to gulp in air, surprised.
“Y-you said I could earn mercy,” she said.
Lindsay chuckled. “That wasn't punishment.” But a red swollen hand print glared back at him and the camera lens making a liar of him. He took the camera back to its place on the tripod, then he zoomed the lens on her.
“Arch your back and put your ass in the air so we get a good close-up shot of your pussy.” He'd just said we. Who did he intend to share this video with? Her answering whimper said she'd heard that we as well. “Good girl. Now stroke between your legs, let us see you press your fingers inside, but don't come. I don't want you to come yet.”
She did as he asked, moving with her fingers. “Good, now roll over and spread your legs for the camera. Stretch your arms out over your head. No touching. And look into the lens. Make eye contact with the person on the other side.”
When she'd done what he asked, he repositioned the camera and zoomed in to a particularly well-lit spot on the bed. She was still clearly visible in the shot, but now there was room for what he planned next.
He crossed to the large toy box in the far corner of the room and took out something that was a cross between a sex toy and a small piece of sex furniture. It was a black piece meant to be straddled, with an attachment that fit right up against a girl's pussy. They used a new one for each girl and sterilized the furniture after. Never let it be said that they ran an unclean operation.
It also came with a small remote that allowed him to control the intensity of the pulses and control the strength and depth of her orgasm.
He put the furniture/toy on the ground next to the bed in clear view of the camera then sat on the edge of the bed in front of it, unbuttoning his pants.
“Get off the bed and crawl to me,” he said.
Shannon got off the bed and obeyed him. When she reached him she looked at the toy and then at him, a question in her eyes.
“Straddle it,” he said. “Straddle it so it's pressed against your opening and your clit, so I can reach everything.”
There was another whimper from her as she lowered herself onto the toy. Her back was to the camera.
“Now,” Lindsay said, getting to the highlight of his own evening. “Please me, and I will let you come.”
He didn't have to be more explicit than that. She was a smart girl. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her hot wet mouth wrapped around his cock taking him all the way down her throat, letting him fuck her mouth until he came.
Shannon did not disappoint. She finished unbuttoning his pants and pulled his cock free. She stroked his hard length for a few seconds then leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip. She moaned as she tasted him.
He knew how desperately horny she was from such a long day without release. She took him into her mouth and gently sucked. He was patient for a while and let her take her time. Whenever she licked or suckled him in just the right way, he turned the toy on, allowing it to pulse against her dripping pussy.
The more she pleased him, the more he gave her, until he grew tired of her teasing. He turned the toy to the lowest setting.
“Please, Master. Please. I have to come.”
“Then stop fucking around and take me down your throat like you mean it.”
She swallowed his cock then, taking him deep. His free hand wrapped around her hair, holding her in place as he thrust into her. When he neared his own release, he turned the toy to the highest setting.
Shannon bucked against it, screaming out her release as he came down her throat.
He stroked her hair and pulled out of her. But he held her down by her shoulders, pressing her harder against the toy, not letting her go until she had a second and then a third orgasm. He didn't allow her to stop until she begged him.
***
The blade scratched against the stone wall. “You were a very bad girl,” Brian growled. Shannon cringed, and found herself begging him not to hurt her, but the excited malice in his eyes told her it was pointless.
“You embarrassed me.”
She struggled in the ropes trying to free herself. Annette shrieked outside the door for him to stop and let Shannon go. But they were locked in. They were always locked in. And he held the only key.
“Please, please please...” she chanted. “Please don't. I'm sorry, please.”
“Too late for sorry,” he growled against her ear. His voice reverberated against the side of her face.
And then there was blood. And burning pain. The bullwhip cracked the air and sliced thro
ugh her skin as easily as the knife. He made tiny, shallow cuts so he could go longer before it killed her. Because she somehow knew he was going to kill her.
“Please!” she screamed again, as if there was any part of him that was actually human.
He only laughed at her suffering.
Shannon kicked out and suddenly her foot landed against something. She jolted awake, wild-eyed, scrambling to get out of the bed away from the arms that held her down. But he was too strong.
“Shhhh, kitten. Shhhh.”
She let out a breath when she realized who she was with. She collapsed against him and sobbed.
Lindsay petted her hair. “It's over now,” he whispered.
But would it ever be over? She hadn't told Lindsay about the look Brian had given her in the cafeteria the previous morning. She could carefully avoid him, stay out of his path. She never ever did anything to disrespect him, and for so long her quiet unobtrusive deference had kept him from turning the monster inside him on her again.
But Brian had noticed her.
She was sure that was what triggered the dream. She'd been so certain she would be safe now that she belonged to Lindsay. After all Annette and Julie were safe from Brian. But Brian and Lindsay had history. She remembered them fighting a lot when Mina had first come to the house. Did he want payback?
Lindsay still petted her hair. “The same dream?” he asked unnecessarily.
“Yes, Master.”
“Did I do something last night to...”
“No. I-I liked everything we did in the playroom last night.” Well except the camera, but that was about the scars. She was sure she'd never feel comfortable being exposed like that.
“Are you sure?” he asked, real concern in his eyes.
She wasn't entirely sure what all that in the playroom with the filming had been about. She wasn't sure Lindsay knew either. Some experimental therapy? But however fucked up it had been, she'd gotten off on it, and for whatever reason he'd felt the need to film her like that, she hadn't felt malice in the act.
“Shannon? How can you be sure last night didn't trigger the nightmare?” He was genuinely concerned, and for a moment she worried he'd hold back with her, start treating her like broken glass... like he had after that day. Please don't treat me like I'm broken, she silently begged.
