by Zoe Blake
Chastised, I realized the chances of me finding the open bar and being allowed to order a Cosmo martini were probably dramatically reduced.
As yet another overweight man in a tuxedo with its cummerbund stretched to the absolute limit started his approach, Richard casually cut him off by turning to me.
Running the back of his knuckles down my cheek, he leaned in to huskily murmur, “Do you have any idea how badly I want to push you up against that wall and fuck you senseless in front of all these people right now?”
Oh, god.
I gripped the stem of the champagne flute so hard I feared it would shatter as I failed to stifle a moan. The sexual threat of his words made all the more potent by the fact I knew he was capable of doing just that, and not giving one hot damn what any of these people thought about it.
Richard liked his games.
And one of his favorites was putting me on display while making me come in public. He liked the illicit thrill of watching me struggle between embarrassment and desire.
The fucked-up thing was, I was fast learning I liked that game too. There was something so deliciously erotic about putting your kink out there for the world to see. It was strangely empowering.
Of course, it helped when you were one of the world’s richest men. Society had a way of looking the other way when you were rich enough. What would be considered a crime for an ordinary man was simply an eccentricity if you were wealthy enough.
It was one of the things that made him so sexy… and terrifying.
Nothing was off limits for Richard. Nothing.
“I’m sorry this party is a bore. We’ll leave soon.”
“It’s fine. I’m having fun.”
“So, tell me, how was your first day back at class?”
Playing with the feathers on my hip, I answered casually, “Uneventful.”
“Did any of the professors give you any trouble?”
“No. Not at all. Thank you for arranging that.” My attention was now fully on the empty champagne flute in my hands as I avoided looking straight at him.
I’m not sure how it all worked out, all I knew was that Richard had made some calls to smooth over my sudden absence and then return to class. Richard was very good at arranging things to his satisfaction.
Although he made it very clear, it was only a temporary solution till he could arrange for private tutors. His attitude toward my attending university had not changed.
I wasn’t exactly lying. I did go to my morning classes and all the professors were perfectly normal, not one said a word to me about missed classes or schoolwork.
“Huh.”
Unable to resist, I stole a glance at Richard from under my lashes. He took a slow sip from his champagne flute before seemingly innocently asking, “Not even your final period teacher?”
My heart began to pound so loudly in my ears, it drowned out the sounds of the party. “Wh-what?”
“Your last class. I believe it was Textiles. That was the one professor I was unable to reach before you returned.”
Regretting drinking those two glasses of champagne so quickly as they soured in my stomach, I could barely form the words to respond. “Nope. They were completely cool.”
Okay, now I was totally lying. Of course, the one teacher he couldn’t get ahold of was the one class I’d skipped today.
Silence.
Looking up, I was unnerved to find Richard staring down at me. His dark eyes shuttered. The very real possibility he would call me out for lying to him and suddenly whip off his belt and punish my bare ass in front of all these people crossed my mind. My cheeks flamed crimson at the thought.
Trying to escape, I motioned with my head. “Richard, I think that man standing behind you wants to talk.”
Without even turning around, he said, “He can wait.”
A server passed and held an empty tray out to me. Reluctantly, I gave up my empty champagne flute. Now having nothing to do with my nervous hands, I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to disappear.
“I guess you got lucky today.”
I turned wide eyes on him. “What?” What did he mean by that?
“With your professor not saying anything about your absence.”
“Oh! Oh, yeah. That. Yes, lucky,” I stammered. My heart hammering in my chest.
Richard drained the last of his champagne and placed it on another passing tray. Placing a warm hand on my upper arm, he said, “Let’s dance.”
His strong fingers wrapped securely around my arm, I was half dragged as I struggled to keep up with his long stride as he made his way to the makeshift dance floor. Sweeping me around, my front was crushed against his chest as he wrapped his strong arm around my middle. His large hand enveloped mine as he began to sway to the music.
The opening guitar strains of Chris Isaak’s ‘Wicked Game’ began to play.
His hips pressed against my own. His hard cock pressed into my middle. Afraid to meet his gaze, I focused on his shirt front. There was a small crimson smudge staining the perfect white. My lipstick. My mark.
With my limbs stiff from fear, his strong arms supported my weight as he moved me around the dance floor as the mournful tones of Chris Isaak’s lyrics added a tense element to the cat and mouse game we were playing out on the dance floor.
What a wicked game you played…
“You know, Elizabeth. Trust is very important to a man like me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and didn’t respond. He didn’t expect me to.
“Without trust, I become suspicious.”
His hand moved to press between my shoulder blades, a soft threat.
“You wouldn’t like it if I became suspicious.”
“Richard, I’m—”
His hand tightened over mine, crushing my fingers.
“Richard, you’re hurting me.” I raised pleading eyes to him, but was only met with cold sapphire.
“Bad things happen when I think I can’t trust someone I love, Elizabeth.”
“I can explain…”
“You know that, don’t you? That I love you?”
My heart bled. Tears streamed down my cheeks. For him to be confessing his feelings for me all the while knowing I had deliberately deceived him was too much. My lips trembled. I could only nod.
A server approached us on the dance floor with a tray bearing two filled champagne flutes. Unlike the other servers who were attired in black shirts and slacks, this man was in a tuxedo.
Richard picked up the two flutes and handed me one.
A chill went up my spine as I looked into the light amber liquid, watching the frenetic rise of bubbles.
“Drink, my love,” he said deliberately. His dark gaze burned into mine.
What a wicked game you played….
I had no choice. I loved him. Yes, I feared the man I also loved.
My life had become… complicated.
With a shaking hand, I raised the glass to my lips and drank.
That was the last thing I remembered…
Chapter 24
Richard
“Is my sweet little bird awake?”
Taking a seat on a wrought-iron bench nearby, I sipped my coffee, while I watched her stir. Her beautiful emerald eyes fluttered. With a soft moan, she rolled onto her back and placed a hand over her eyes to block out the light streaming down from the glass ceiling. Shifting onto her hip, the chain around her neck rattled as she moved to a sitting position.
Inhaling the dark aroma of my unsweetened coffee before taking another sip, I waited.
Elizabeth’s small hands grabbed the gold-link chain and followed it to the jewel-encrusted collar around her neck.
Any moment now…
Rising onto her knees, her head swiveled back and forth taking in her surroundings before her gaze found mine.
Staring at me through the gold bars, her eyes widened in horror.
Setting my coffee cup aside, I rose and approached her cage.
“Richard, wha
t have you done?” she whispered hoarsely. Her throat probably dry from the drug I had slipped into her drink.
Undoing the belt of my robe, I let it fall to the floor, standing before her in only a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. Crouching to her eye level, I reached through the bars and stroked her cheek with the back of my knuckles. A familiar gesture I knew she liked.
“Since you couldn’t be trusted to play by the rules of our old game, I’ve started a new one, my love.”
Grasping the bars, she screeched, “Let me out of here!”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Little birdies who squawk instead of sing get punished. You’d be smart to remember that,” I warned her darkly.
“Richard… this is insane. You can’t keep me in here.”
“That is where you’re wrong. I’d think if you’ve learned anything these last few weeks, it’s that I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
Once more I reached through the bars to stroke her cheek. Elizabeth fell back, crawling on her hands to the far end of the domed cage. I shrugged and went back to my coffee. It was not as if a tug on the chain wouldn’t force her to come to me.
“Aren’t you going to look in the mirror to see the necklace I’ve bought you?”
Pushing her tousled hair out of her eyes, Elizabeth looked around the cage till she spied the large oval mirror fixed to one side. Slowly rising, she hobbled over to it.
Taking another sip of coffee, I realized it had become lukewarm. Fortunately, before I became annoyed at this inconvenience, a servant appeared to refresh my cup.
Elizabeth ran to the edge of the cage and rattled the bars. “Help! Help me! You have to call the police!”
Because he was paid extremely well to do so, the servant ignored her pleas and returned to the kitchen through a hidden door at the end of the conservatory. It really was astounding what enough money could buy you these days.
“Elizabeth, I’m growing impatient.”
At her wild look, I gestured with my head in the direction of the mirror.
Her shoulders sagged as she once more made her way to that end of the cage. Her fingers traced the outline of the emerald-cut diamond collar around her throat, then ran down the long gold chain. It was then she noticed the custom-designed outfit.
“Turn around so I can see you,” I commanded.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she hesitated a moment before silently obeying.
Out of the new wardrobe I had purchased for her, I believe this was definitely one of my favorites. The form-fitting leotard shimmered in the early morning light, appearing cobalt blue one moment and a vivid amethyst purple the next with an overlaid feather pattern in gold. Over her breasts, pussy, and ass, there was only a fine spun-gold netting. The outfit was missing just one detail but that would come later.
“Aren’t you going to thank me for your new outfit and jewels?”
Licking her lips, she replied, “I’d like to. Will you let me out of this cage so I can thank you properly?”
I rose, enjoying the feel of the warm silk fabric as it brushed against my cock.
“You really are adorable, you know that… my pet.”
Elizabeth screeched and tried to grab at me through the bars.
The bars were spaced precisely nine inches apart. The measurement between her nipples so that if I reached for her chain, as I was doing now, and pulled…
Elizabeth’s screams were cut off by a pained gasp as her body was forced against the cold metal with each bar cutting into the areolas of her breasts.
“Ow! Ow! Let go!”
“Will you behave?”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll behave!”
I released the chain and she fell back.
Rubbing her now sore breasts, she whispered, “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. That’s what makes this so much more fun.”
Running my gaze over the massive birdcage I had constructed just for her, I said, “It wouldn’t be much of a game if you actually hated me. The fact that you love me is the real challenge.”
Walking back to the bench, I picked up a small table with a tray with several vials on it and placed it just out of reach of her cage.
Wrapping her arms protectively over her breasts, she whimpered, “God, how I wish I could forget you. Forget loving you. Forget having ever met you.”
My jaw tightened at her words. “Careful, my love. I have ways of granting that wish for you.”
I was reserving that surprise for another later game. One way more elaborate than this. This was just a taste of what I had planned for my little bird’s future.
“As much as I hate to start our new game with some unpleasantness, we do have the matter of your betrayal to address.”
“Please, Richard. I’m sorry I lied. I was going to tell you about the play. Please! I was going to tell you, I swear,” she cried as she raced up to the bars in her eagerness to have me understand.
Her pretty pink lips trembled as they glistened with her tears. Leaning down, I whispered against her mouth, “I know, my love. I know,” before needing to taste her salty tears.
My tongue swept in to claim her mouth as my own. Moaning as I reached a hand around to hold her head close to mine. Our tongues swirled and dueled with each other, teeth nipping at bottom lips as we strained to kiss through the bars.
When it was over, we were both breathless… and one of her hands was clasped in handcuffs.
Before she could pull away, my arm snaked through the bars and spun her shoulder till her back hit the cage wall. Pulling her second arm through, I secured the handcuffs on both of her small wrists.
Reaching through the bars, I seized her around the neck and pulled her back against my chest. Running my teeth along the edge of her ear, I breathed, “You’re going to like this new game, I promise.”
Looking down her body, I could see her hard nipples poke through the gold mesh. My lips twitched in a knowing smile. I knew her better than she knew herself.
“Now slide down onto your knees like a good girl.”
She awkwardly obeyed as she lowered to her knees with her arms stretched behind her.
“Bend forward as far as you can,” I ordered, already catching a glimpse of her blushing pussy lips.
Her neck chain rattled as it slid along the bars with each movement.
“Spread your knees.”
“Richard…”
“Do as I say.”
Her knees slid along the smooth clear glass floor of the cage.
Placing my hand between her legs, I pushed two fingers deep inside her, knowing she would already be wet and ready for me.
Elizabeth groaned and pushed her ass against the bars.
Pulsing my fingers in and out, I asked huskily, “Who knows what his baby needs?”
“Oh, god. You do, Richard.”
Rubbing my free hand over her ass in caressing circles, I pulled my fingers free. “That’s right. And I also know my baby likes pain.” With that I slapped my hand against her exposed pussy.
Elizabeth screamed from both the shock and pain and jerked forward only to be stopped by the handcuffs. I spanked her pussy again.
“Stop!”
Keeping one hand on her inner thigh so she couldn’t close her legs, I continued to punish her pussy till the delicate skin glowed a beautiful cherry red.
Using both hands, I tore the gold netting free, ripping the fabric of her costume up her back. It was a shame, but I didn’t purchase them to not ruin them.
Reaching over to the table, I selected one of the glass vials and pulled the cork stopper off with my teeth. Spitting the cork to the side, I tilted the amber liquid over her ass, watching as it pooled on her lower back then slipped between her ass crack.
The already warmly sweet air of the conservatory became spiced with the musky scent of argan oil. Using both my hands I spread the oil over the beautiful curves of her ass, slipping my fingers between her cheeks to tease her dark hole.
Elizabeth’s hands clenched into
fists as she groaned and pulled on the handcuffs all while pushing back against the bars, begging for more. She hissed when my fingers smoothed over her now swollen pussy lips.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
A guttural moan was her only response.
My middle finger traced the crease between her curves before circling her small puckered hole. It clenched at my caress. Tracing the ridges, I pressed the tip till it slipped inside. I kept pushing till it was buried to the knuckle.
“Ow! Richard, I…”
Sliding one oiled finger out, I then pushed two in.
Elizabeth lurched upright as far as her arms would allow. “Ow! It hurts! Take them out! Please.”
With my free hand, I methodically wound her gold leash around my fist, prepared for her to begin fighting as I twisted my two fingers deep inside her ass, opening her… preparing her.
“You haven’t guessed your punishment yet.”
Elizabeth began to beg. “No! Richard, no! Please. I don’t want you to.”
“Don’t want me to what?” Turning my fingers, I scissored them open, pushing against the tight muscled ring of her entrance.
Elizabeth yelped as she tried to shimmy her hips as far forward as her bound arms would allow, her ass cheeks clenched.
Ready for her, I jerked on her leash, watching as her collar tightened around her neck. She stilled.
“Put your head down and your ass up. Accept your punishment.”
“I’m sorry! Please, don’t do this.”
“You’re not sorry enough… but you will be,” I warned as I ruthlessly forced a third finger into her asshole.
“Oh, my god, it hurts!”
Kneeling behind her, I pulled the waist of my pajama bottoms down. The elastic pressed against the underside of my balls as I fisted my cock and guided the head to her dark entrance. Gently slapping my cock against her exposed hole, I ran a hand over her lower back, covering it with oil before coating my cock. I pressed the head against her entrance.
Her body tensed. Sensing she was getting ready to pitch forward again, I tightened my grip on her leash.
Pushing my hips forward, I watched as the bulbous head disappeared inside her ass.
