by Kitty Thomas
“No, you fucking asshole, everything is not okay,” Damian said, not expecting the anger that came out of his mouth until it was out.
Shannon's head whipped around, a look of fear on her face.
Damian lowered his voice. “She can't stay in that house.”
“What are you talking about?”
Damian recounted what had just happened in the basement and concluded with, “I don't want her in that house with Brian. She can't possibly feel safe there.”
“She's not yours yet,” Lindsay said.
“She's partly mine. We agreed. You offered her to me; don't act like this wasn't your idea. I'm not going to share her with you if you keep pretending she's not also mine when it gets inconvenient.”
There was a long sigh on the other end of the phone. “You can have her on the weekends for now and the foreseeable future.”
Damian wasn't sure why he felt so attached to her already. No, that wasn't true. He knew exactly why. As much as he hated her fear of him, he'd loved that she couldn't just walk out the door. She would never be a brat or run out on him. She would just sweetly obey. It disturbed him just how appealing he found that idea.
In fact, the thought sent all the blood in his brain rushing to his pants.
“I'll pay you. Name your price. I can wire the money this afternoon.”
“No,” Lindsay said. “She is ours. I never thought you'd be the one who had trouble sharing.”
“It's not about that. I just don't want her near that monster.”
“Why don't you ask Shannon what she wants? Then get back with me.”
Before Damian could reply, Lindsay had disconnected the call. That smug son of a bitch. He put the phone back in his pocket.
The good doctor hadn't even told Shannon his plan yet. Maybe she'd be feeling less abandoned and uncertain if he had. She had no idea she was to belong to both of them and then... someday... in some nebulous future Lindsay had planned out in his head, she would belong only to Damian.
Damian had his doubts Lindsay would ever let her go fully. He'd have to leave this world before he'd let go of her. Damian knew this because it's what he would do. He didn't mind sharing with the doctor. He had a busy life that included a lot of traveling during the week. He liked to make appearances at functions and visit the organizations he donated to. It was polite and felt more personable.
While he could fit Shannon into that life without neglecting her, he didn't need her to fill up lonely empty spaces for him.
When she looked up again, Damian motioned her back. There was the slightest hesitation—the lingering fear and uncertainty—but then she made a decision and walked up the sandy slope to him.
He was at such a loss of what to do with her. The Shannon he'd thought he'd known from their previous sexually charged interactions seemed absent now. In that sexually free woman's place was a shy, scared girl. He'd fucked her over Lindsay's desk while the doctor had held her in place for him while she'd whimpered and moaned and come like a rocket. And yet right now she seemed like a tentative virgin who hadn't even seen her first dick.
He held out a hand to her. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”
Chapter Thirteen
Shannon took his hand and let him lead her back up to the house. Who had he been yelling at on the phone? It occurred to her that she didn't know anything about Damian. She didn't know what he did for work or if he even worked. He was at the art show so maybe he was involved somehow in the art world? He seemed to know Hunter well enough to host him for a party at his house.
“I'm not going to hurt you,” Damian said, as they walked together.
She knew that. She did. Somehow she believed him when he said it but she couldn't help her instinctive reactions to things. Brian had altered her ability to trust the kinky things she wanted. Once she knew first hand just how real and dangerous that power could be when it was wielded over her, she'd become afraid of all the things she wanted and the people who might give those things to her.
And it didn't escape her notice that this wasn't exactly a date. Lindsay had loaned her to Damian. For his pleasure. She just didn't know what his pleasure was. Did he like giving out pain?
She quietly whimpered as he led her back to the dungeon. But it wasn't quiet enough. He noticed. At the door at the top of the stairs, Damian pulled her into his arms and petted her hair again.
“Shhhh,” he whispered. “Your master is still in control of everything. He knows where I live. What do you think he'd do to me if I hurt you?”
Shannon didn't know exactly what Lindsay would do if Damian hurt her, but the realization that he would do something, relaxed her enough to let him pull her down the stairs into the dungeon.
“Go sit on the bed.”
Shannon went and sat tentatively on the edge of the bed wondering if he was about to fuck her now, wondering if she wanted him to. Was she supposed to want him to? Would she be betraying Lindsay if she wanted Damian to fuck her? What about if she liked it? Lindsay hadn't set any guidelines or parameters except that she should obey Damian in his absence.
She watched as he took a remote from a drawer and opened a panel in the wall to reveal a large flat screen. He pulled out a keyboard and pressed a few buttons until what looked like a giant computer desktop screen was visible.
“I'm going to show you something. I want you to watch it without freaking out, and then we'll talk about some things, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, worried now about what she was about to see.
“Lindsay sent this to me a few weeks before I met you the first time at his office.” Damian clicked on a little box and a video came up, filling the screen. He turned up the volume.
Damian came and sat on the bed behind her, pulling her back against his chest as it played. It was the film she and Lindsay had made in the playroom. The punishment that had been waived because she'd agreed to the video. Or maybe the video was the punishment.
She couldn't be sure. She'd turned it over and over in her mind and still she wasn't sure what that day had been about. All she'd known was that she felt scared and exposed with the camera on her back but also strangely aroused by the fact that he was taking something so upsetting and turning it into a kink. A fetish. Eroticizing the aftermath of a terrible thing that had happened to her. And she still couldn't decide if this was good or bad. If she liked it or hated it. If it was a punishment or mercy.
But even as she'd feared he might share it, deep down she'd thought he would keep the video private.
“D-do you like to hurt women?” Shannon asked, barely able to keep the tears out of her voice. Those scars in the video were so clear, so well lit. There was no hiding anything.
“I can be a little sadistic,” he admitted, which only caused her to cry harder. But then he began to stroke her back, “but I'm not a monster. I would never give you more than you could take, and there are lines I won't cross.”
“Is that why you came to the office to meet me even after you saw my scars in the video? Because you like pain?”
“No, baby,” he said, “That's not why. I know they bother you, but I don't have strong feelings about the scars. I'm more interested in the person that emerged out of them.”
Maybe it was the vulnerability, the exposure and openness that he craved. He did have a glass house, after all. Damian's hand moved between her legs to find the evidence of her arousal as they watched the video together.
She couldn't help it. The things Lindsay said to her. The things he did to her. The fact that Damian had watched this and still wanted to come meet her and fuck her over Lindsay's desk. It did things to her.
“I came so many times from watching this,” he whispered in her ear. “I could barely stand waiting to meet you.”
When the video ended, Damian clicked the remote once to turn it off and a second time to shut the panel in the wall. He turned her toward him and stroked the side of her cheek.
Then he got out of the bed and pulled her
to her feet and began to undress her.
“A-are you going to fuck me now?” she asked. But he swallowed her question with a kiss.
When he pulled back he said... “You'll know when I fuck you, there won't be a need to ask me about it. Just relax.”
She raised her arms as he pulled the soft gray shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and quietly slid them down, his lips grazing over her hips on each side as he did so. Then he removed her bra and panties until she stood before him, naked.
He took her hands and raised them over her head, guiding her to face away from him and grip the tall post at one corner of the bed.
“Don't let go of this post until I tell you.”
He began to stroke her back. But he didn't linger there. He lingered on her ass. He leaned in close, his erection pressing through his jeans, resting in the cleft. Then his fingers stroked her there. Her breath hitched.
His mouth was next to her ear when he said, “Tell me baby, has Lindsay ever fucked you here? In your ass?”
“No! Please...” She started to struggle but she didn't remove her hands from the post. Not yet.
“Shhhh,” he soothed, stroking her back again. “I'm not going to hurt you. I'm on an information gathering mission.”
When she'd settled, he asked his next question. “Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
“N-no, Sir,” she whimpered, the title slipping out easily now.
“What about toys or fingers there?”
“No, Sir.”
Damian chuckled, like he'd won the lottery. “So, what you're telling me is you're a kinky freak who somehow has a virgin ass?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Excellent,” he said, still caressing her there. “This is going to be my private entrance. No one else gets this. Only me. I'm going to turn you into the biggest anal slut.”
She started crying. “Please... no.”
“Tell me why,” he said, still speaking softly, gently next to her ear.
“I-it will hurt.”
“Not the way I do it, it won't. Look, I'm not going to just fuck your ass like a porn star. There is so much to do before we get there. And when we do, you will beg me to fuck your ass. You will whimper and plead and beg me sweetly for it. I promise I won't hurt you. But I do want to teach you and train you.”
He took her hands off the bedpost, holding them both in his own for a moment. “Come with me. We'll start with a bath, so you're clean and comfortable. This isn't meant to shame you, and it isn't meant to hurt you. Trust me. Lindsay trusts me. Do you trust Lindsay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Then trust me.”
She followed him naked up the stairs to the main floor, and then through the house with all the glass walls. Her gaze darted to each wall in turn, looking outside, searching for anyone who could see her, but they were far from the prying eyes of others.
She followed him up the stairs to the second floor, through his room, and into an enormous attached master bathroom. The master bathroom also had the gray granite floors and the mottled glass walls to afford privacy from the rest of the house.
“Sit,” he said, indicating the wide edge of the tub. It was practically a bench.
Shannon sat while he filled the tub with water.
“Don't move. I'll be right back.”
While he was gone, She watched the tub fill up and wrapped her arms around herself. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious about the things he offered. She knew the other girls at the house had done it with some of the trainers and some of the buyers insisted on it. Shannon's training just hadn't gotten that far.
And when she'd first agreed to go to the house she hadn't realized anal was part of the training package. Not only had she not gotten that far in the training, but Lindsay didn't seem especially into it. He had never asked for it or drifted in that direction.
He may have done it with someone before, but he'd never brought it up with her.
Damian returned then with a jug of milk and a jar of honey. He poured a generous amount of each into the tub, then left again to take the food back downstairs to the kitchen. When he returned again, he tested the water temperature and turned the water off. Shannon knew what the temperature was just from looking at it. Steam rose off the water.
“Get in.”
The tub was huge, and the water was deep when she got in.
Damian didn't bother with a wash cloth; he just lathered his hands up with the soap and massaged it into her skin. He washed every inch of her, the most innocent parts first. Shannon couldn't help the moan as his hands ran carefully over her.
She hadn't realized before this moment just how strong his hands and arms were. He wasn't hurting her, but the firmness of his touch, the way he kneaded her muscles, the way the muscles in his hands and arms flexed as he did it, she couldn't help but notice his overpowering maleness. The strength that could easily break her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
There was a flutter of excitement in her stomach as she obeyed that order. He lathered up again, and ran his hands between her legs, stroking her pussy for several moments until she started moving with him, her breathing going deeper with each stroke.
Damian chuckled. “We're just getting you clean. We aren't even to the fun and games yet. Pace yourself.”
He lathered up again and then his hands were on her ass, first massaging over her cheeks, then dipping between until he was touching her in the most intimate way she'd ever been touched. Once he'd lathered her, he rinsed her, and rubbed between her cheeks. He repeated this pattern several times. He pressed a finger slowly inside her ass under the water and she gasped at the not entirely unwelcome intrusion.
“Still just getting you clean,” he said, chuckling again.
He drained the water out and ordered her out of the tub. Then he brought over a fluffy white towel and started to carefully dry her. When she was dry, he led her back downstairs to the dungeon.
“Get in the bed and try to relax,” he said.
She was relaxed. Surprisingly relaxed. Between the warmth of the water and the way he'd touched her, she was feeling a lot less scared about this and a lot more sure he would take good care of her. And she was very very clean right now so she wasn't self-conscious or afraid this would be gross or embarrassing.
“Sir?”
“Hmmm?” he was at the other end of the room, taking things out of a large black box.
“What if it does hurt? Will you stop?”
“It won't hurt because I know what I'm doing,” he said. “But hypothetically if you are in pain, I will stop.”
She let out a long breath. “Okay.”
Damian returned laden down with objects from the box. “Close your eyes, baby.”
Shannon closed her eyes and he tied a blindfold around them.
“I don't want you to look at me or anything in this room or anticipate or make judgments about anything. I just want you to feel. Just focus on the sensory experience, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,”
“Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
Shannon did as he asked. She yelped when a tongue was unexpectedly between her legs, laving the tight bundle of nerves, sucking lightly on her clit. Then a finger was inside her, then two, moving in slow circles within her, then pumping, dragging out her wetness until his finger fucking made sounds. His mouth went back to licking and sucking as she arched off the bed, pressing herself hard against his face.
“Please,” she whimpered.
She heard a buzzing sound, then he slid a vibrating toy, not inside her pussy and not to rest against her clit, but against the tight bud of her asshole. She moaned and squirmed barely able to process this new set of sensations.
“Holy fuck,” she said, pressing herself harder against the vibrations, wanting him to put it inside her ass, and shocked by her own reaction and desire. Why had nobody ever shown her this?
“
Oh, this is nothing,” Damian said. “I'm just getting started with you.”
When he'd driven her to near madness he took the toy away and it occurred to her that Damian used anal play in the same way Lindsay used the arousal cream. Then she nearly lost her mind thinking of how she might cope with both of these torments at once.
A whimper escaped her throat at the thought, and Damian stroked her hip. “You're okay,” he said, misreading the whimper. He flipped her onto her stomach so she was lying on the pillow; then he arranged her so that her ass was in the air. A few moments later, his finger, wet with lube pressed at her back entrance.
“Relax, let me inside you,” he murmured.
She took slow deep breaths and relaxed as he pressed inside her past the tight band of muscles and slowly stroked her from the inside. “Good girl,” he said.
He did this for several minutes, then withdrew. And then something else, hard and metal and wet with lube pressed at her opening. It was a little larger than his finger, but it's smoothness allowed the toy to push inside her with less resistance.
She gasped at this new exquisite intrusion. Fuck why had she not done this before? After a while he removed the toy as well.
“No, please... more, more,” she moaned, surprised at her own panic that he might stop this.
“I'm not done with you yet, don't worry.”
Her ears perked up at another buzzing sound. It wasn't the same toy as the first. It sounded different. This one was cold and slippery from lube as it slipped inside her ass, and yet again, just a tiny bit larger than the last object he'd used. This realization of how he was working her up, slowly expanding her to eventually accept his cock sent a gush of pulsing wetness between her legs.
He held the new intruder there, letting it vibrate gently inside her, then there was another buzzing. She turned her head to the sound as if trying to look for the source of it even though the blindfold made that impossible.
He pressed the second vibrator inside her dripping pussy. Both of the toys were at the lowest possible setting, just a bare hint of a rumble inside her. With achingly slow movements, Damian slid the two toys in and out of her in tandem.
