by Stella Hart
I blew out a deep breath and sat on the ground, giving myself a well-deserved break as I gazed around at my handiwork. I’d been coming out here three or four hours a day, every day, and my muscles ached with exhaustion. Alex had everything set up in this greenhouse, but he’d never bothered actually growing anything in here. He told me he’d considered it, bought all the equipment, and then never got around to actually doing it. Lucky for me, I guess. I’d always wanted to be able to grow my own things, but I’d never had the time or money to afford the stuff before now. Doing it also gave me a way to pass the seemingly endless time while I was here.
I’d been out of the cell ever since Dan’s death, and surprisingly, I wasn’t confined to my room. Alex was generous enough to let me wander anywhere around the house or property, as long as I didn’t go into off-limits places such as his home office or bedroom.
He still didn’t entirely trust me, though. I had been fitted with a permanent waterproof correctional collar, one which would emit sharp electrical zaps to my body if I moved out of the containment zone, which included the house and everything surrounding it by up to fifty feet. If I tried to go any farther outside that zone, I would find myself writhing on the ground seconds later, screaming as pins and needles engulfed every inch of my skin while the electrical pulses shot through me.
I’d tried it on the second day, curious to see if the collar was real, or if Alex simply told me it was, hoping I wouldn’t test it. Of course, he hadn’t lied, and I’d found myself painfully shocked as soon as I went too far on the property.
I guess it wasn’t surprising, though. He wouldn’t just hand me my freedom now that I’d gained some of his trust. He intended on keeping me here, and while I knew he wasn’t going to kill me, he still wasn’t going to let me go.
That meant keeping me close, ensuring I was never able to run too far, in case I ever tried to escape again. As long as I was here, I knew I would probably never be fully trusted. I wasn’t allowed to touch any knives or other sharp implements in the kitchen unless Alex was there watching me, so when he was out, all the drawers were locked. Also, the bathtub in my room was still blocked off, as well as every other bath in the house, so I couldn’t try to drown myself.
Still, I had far more freedom now than I did for the first five weeks he had me in his possession. I had access to good food and drinks in the kitchen fridge and cupboards, and I had all the books, movies, TV shows, music and magazines I could dream of, stacked in my room along the shelves. The huge smart TV also had Hulu and Netflix subscriptions attached to it. Though it had to be connected to the internet for that to work, I hadn’t found any possible way to access the net myself. Believe me, it was the first thing I checked.
I mostly filled my days with reading, watching TV, and pottering around in the greenhouse whenever Alex was out working. Or dumping bodies… I’d seen an article in a newspaper left on the counter the other day which said the police had found Dan’s body floating in the river two days after Alex killed him.
“Hi, angel.”
I looked up, my cheeks flushing. Alex had come into the greenhouse without me noticing. “Hello, sir.”
There was a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m home for the day. I think we should have a repeat of last night, if it’s okay with you.”
When Alex was here, we did either one of two things: trying to make me regain more of my childhood memories, or sex. Filthy, fiery, fucked-up sex.
Last night had been more of the latter, because after trying all sorts of techniques that’d proved effective for my memory in the past—the float tank, the riding crop on my behind, the flogger on my back—I hadn’t remembered a single useful thing about my father’s friends over the last week, or the place he used to take me for parties every so often.
Alex had finally given up and said I probably needed more time, and for at least a week or so, we could stop trying. He was afraid I’d stress my mind and overload myself otherwise, which could have the opposite effect of what we were trying to do.
And so that left only one thing for us to do together. Sex.
Sex, sex, and more sex.
It was like our language now, our only real form of communication. We didn’t talk much in other ways anymore; not since the day he brought me inside after killing Dan and allowed me to speak freely and ask any questions I wanted.
I hadn’t been allowed any other questions since then, and I got the impression there was still a lot more to the story that he wasn’t telling me yet. For example, when I asked him how he knew the Circle existed in the first place, he told me that someone else had told him. It made sense in a shallow way at the time, but when I thought about it later, I realized it wasn’t an answer. Not really.
Who told him? Why? How did they find out? Where were they now?
For now, Alex wasn’t volunteering any more information, and I was starting to feel like I was being given the cold shoulder. Probably because I hadn’t been helpful again. Hadn’t recognized any more faces for him to hunt down.
When he came for me in that raw, carnal way, it was the only time I felt close with him. Even though my mind was still muddled and confused in terms of my feelings toward him and the situation he’d put me in, I still craved him endlessly. Ached for him. I wanted to be closer to him, needed so much more than he was currently giving me. I wanted him to hurt me, then make it all feel better afterwards. I wanted that heady rush of adrenaline, that heat in my core.
I only got that once a day, and after he was done, he would turn away and leave me alone again. The chill of his absence in my bed made it difficult to sleep, and I wanted nothing more than for him to stay and talk for once. Just talk. Share some tidbits of his day, or tell me some other intimate detail about his family or his childhood. Anything. If he could just do that, then I might be able to find some more peace in my situation. I needed that, seeing as I was stuck here for the foreseeable future. Or forever.
It was so unfair. Alex knew everything about me, and he could have all of me whenever he wanted. But he didn’t allow me the same privilege. I couldn’t ask him whatever I wanted. I couldn’t even say whatever I wanted.
A small part of me was regretting my decision to stay and help him instead of leaving when I had the chance, wondering if I’d made a grave mistake. But the rest of me knew that leaving that day was never really even an option. I couldn’t stand the thought of Alex dead, as much as his cold aloofness bothered me now, and I couldn’t stand the thought of men like Dan and all my father’s old associates out there, still wreaking havoc on children in their secret hive of nefarious villainy.
“Yes, sir,” I finally murmured, wiping my hands on my jeans. “I loved last night.”
It was true. My skin prickled at the memory. The previous evening, he’d tied me to the X-frame in the playroom again, only this time I’d been facing him. He’d used the riding crop on my breasts before he fucked me, hard enough to sting, but not so hard that it hurt terribly. It only ever hurt in a good way, unless I was bad. But I hadn’t been bad for a long time.
“Or maybe I should bathe you instead,” Alex said, eyes glimmering. “I see you’ve gotten nice and dirty.”
I lowered my eyes as I stood. “The bath taps are all blocked off.”
“I could fix the one in your bathroom, just for this evening.” He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “If you’d like that.”
“Yes. Thank you, sir.”
I followed him inside and down the hall which led to my room. He fiddled with the tap in my bath for a moment, then smiled as he filled the tub with hot water. After pouring in a capful of sweet-smelling purple liquid from a nearby bottle, he increased the water pressure and waited for bubbles to begin churning in the tub.
“Get in.”
I did as he said, stripping and sliding myself into the big white tub. The water was the perfect temperature, and I closed my eyes and let out a blissful sigh, sagging farther into the bubbles. When I opened my eyes a
gain, Alex was naked, his thick cock jutting out. He was holding something in his hand, something black.
It didn’t look like a dildo; at least it wasn’t penis shaped. Still, I knew it was some sort of sex toy. It looked a bit like a bendy silicone vibrator Samara once bought at an adult shop, giggling and whispering to me the whole time, only hers was pink and girly. This one just looked mean and dark, and it had more than one part. There was the main, thicker bit, and there was a slightly smaller part sticking out of that.
“What is that, sir?” I asked tentatively.
He put it down on the edge of the tub and smiled. “You’ll see. But I need to wash you first.”
He climbed in the tub, picked up a sponge and began massaging me with it, swirling it all over my body. My nipples stiffened into hard peaks at his touch, and I slid lower in the tub and moaned, begging him for more with my body. My lips parted as my breath quickened. I was already coming apart with desire for this man.
When he slid the sponge between my legs, he smiled, and I knew I was soaked. Even though the bathwater washed away a lot of my natural fluids, I knew my pussy was so wet that it was still noticeable despite that.
Alex pulled away slowly and picked up the black toy. He flicked a switch on the side, then slid underwater, forcing me to open my legs wider. The toy was vibrating, and I shuddered, displacing some of the bathwater as Alex held it on my clit, eyes dark with fascination. Sparks of heat flew to my pussy, and I groaned, letting the pleasure gather in my belly, thrumming deep within.
Alex moved the toy lower and thrust it forward. I cried out at the intrusion, my eyes squeezing shut. There was some resistance from the water washing away my slick juices, but I was so horny that it was still wet enough for the toy to slowly enter my pussy. I clenched my walls around it as it vibrated, whimpering and shuddering. It wasn’t as good as Alex’s cock, or as big and thick, but it still felt incredible.
“Fuck yourself on it,” Alex commanded.
I did as he said, bucking my hips and moaning each time the toy pushed deeper, stretching me to my limits.
“That’s enough.” Alex withdrew the toy.
My eyes flew open. “No, sir,” I panted. “I’m not ready to st—”
He cut me off by flipping me over so I was on my hands and knees in the tub. I squealed at the sudden movement and turned my head over my shoulder. Alex was pouring some clear liquid out of another bottle now, spreading it on two of his fingers.
Lubricant. Now I knew what the other part of the toy was for.
“Sir, no, please don’t….”
He slapped me on the ass. “You know the rules.”
I nodded, trembling. I wasn’t supposed to deny him anything. Obey.
“You can do it, angel,” he went on, his voice caring, sweet. He began to rub his thumb all over my ass, wetting it with the lube. Then he slid a finger inside me. I didn’t resist him, but I was tense, and it hurt. “Relax, baby girl. Come on.”
I moaned loudly, and he squirted some more lube on his fingers. “Spread your cheeks apart. Hold them there,” he commanded.
I reached behind me and did as he said, my face flushing hot. I’d been naked around him and fucked by him so many times that I didn’t think I could possibly feel any more exposed, but he was proving me wrong, making me spread myself wide and display my most private parts for his viewing pleasure.
He poured some of the lube into my ass crack, then returned the finger to my tight puckered hole, probing deeper. I choked out a gasp. Finally, my body was getting used to the new sensation, and the stinging pain was ebbing away.
Just as that occurred to me, he added a second finger, and I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned again as I waited for my ass to adjust.
A moment later, Alex withdrew his fingers and picked up the toy again. I felt him rubbing it on me, and then he thrust it forward. I felt the main shaft pushing into my pussy, and then he turned it so the other attachment was on top, pressing right against my asshole.
“You want this in there, don’t you?” His voice was deep, dangerous.
“Yes, sir,” I choked out.
He pressed the toy farther forward, and then the top attachment slipped inside my ass, stretching me impossibly wide. I cried out, feeling fuller than ever before. I felt so dirty, so fucking filthy, and I held my cheeks wider and began to rock myself back and forth on it. Embarrassingly loud moans were spilling from my lips, and my face flushed even warmer. Agonizingly-wonderful heat spread to every inch of my body as the toy continued to vibrate inside me.
“I knew you’d love it,” Alex muttered against my left ear as he pumped the toy in and out of both holes. “Dirty little slut. You love having your tight little asshole filled, don’t you?”
I couldn’t even reply. I was too focused on the incredibly dirty feeling of fullness, moaning and whimpering as it went deeper, spreading me wider. As much as I’d tried to deny it, my body wanted this. My body loved this, needed even more. I kept rocking back and forth, letting Alex fuck my holes with the toy harder and harder.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Make yourself come on the toy.”
I followed his orders, dropping one hand to my clit and rubbing furiously. My nerves were on fire. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, and I shivered so hard I worried I’d slip over.
“Such a good girl,” Alex grunted, relentlessly pounding me with the vibrator. “Next time I open your ass, it’ll be with my cock.”
At his words, I moaned embarrassingly loudly and came so hard I almost fainted.
“Open your mouth and turn around,” Alex said, pulling the toy out and standing up.
I did as he said, shakily maneuvering my body around to face him, and then I parted my lips, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. His cock was jutting above my face, and one hand was jerking over it in hard, fast strokes.
I saw his thighs stiffen, and then he was coming in hot spurts all over my tongue. I did what he wanted and swallowed every salty drop before sitting back on my knees.
Alex got out and pulled the plug, draining the tub. I stayed in it as the water circled the drain, every inch of me shaking. “Please, sir,” I choked out. “I want more.”
“More?” He held up the toy again.
“Not that. More of you. Please stay,” I said, my voice a broken whisper. “I… I want to talk for a while. About the Circle.”
“Did you remember something new?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then we’ve done enough talking lately, angel,” he said, his eyes dark. He reached down and tweaked one of my nipples, and I moaned at the hard pinch. “Don’t pretend as if you don’t love this. I know you look forward to me touching you every day.”
I lowered my eyes. “Yes, sir. I do love it.”
“Dry yourself and get ready for bed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said, fiddling with the tap again to re-block the bath. After that, he grabbed a towel for himself, wrapped it around his waist and strode out.
I did as he said, still buzzing from the powerful orgasm. I would probably finish a book tonight, or watch a movie, and then wake up tomorrow and go and check on the greenhouse. Here, I had all the time in the world to do such mindless, frivolous things, because I wasn’t allowed to do much of anything else. I guess it wasn’t so bad. It was even kinda nice, if you didn’t think about it for too long. Like an extended vacation from reality, complete with complimentary orgasms.
But that’s all it was. A vacation. Soon it would come to an end, as all breaks did, and I would become desperate for my old life. I’d crave freedom again. Maybe freedom came with the price of always having to worry about work, bills, essays, and student loans, and not always having the time or the means to do everything I wanted. But it was a price I was willing to pay for freedom.
So for now, the vacation could go on, and I didn’t have to worry about anything… as long as I followed Alex’s rules. For now, that could be enough.
But not forever.
/> 6
Alex
I sat in my home office, behind the electronically-locked door, watching my little angel on the security monitor. She was curled up on the couch in the larger sitting room, reading a book and sipping at a cup of coffee.
I didn’t have cameras anywhere that could be construed as private, like her bedroom or any of the bathrooms. Even the fallout shelter outside was bug-free, aside from the tiny fly on the wall recording device I’d put there for two days while Dan was here. The only rooms with cameras in them were the kitchen, both sitting rooms, the dining room, and the foyer. The exterior of the house was also lined with cameras.
I wanted to trust Celeste, and I wanted her to trust me. Recording literally every single intimate movement was no way to do that. As such, I’d made her aware of the security cameras in the common rooms, and I’d made it clear they were there for her and my own safety. I liked to be able to keep an eye on things when I wasn’t on the property, and even when I was, I liked checking up on her every so often to make sure she wasn’t getting into anything that could hurt her.
I also liked knowing if anyone else ever got onto the property, because if they did, I could almost guarantee it was to find her and take her from me.
I looked back at the screen, watching Celeste yawn and stretch before flipping the page of her book. She’d done so well since the day she chose me over Dan and freedom, but something had shifted in the air around us in recent days. She was still acting like submissive sweetness and light, but I wasn’t blind or stupid. There was something in her eyes, something she was holding back from me.
For a while after Dan’s death, I made it clear the question and answer game was over, and I didn’t want to talk about my vendetta against the Circle anymore—not until she’d had more time to process it all and let it sink in. That was the healthy way to do things; simply let her be for a while after so many secrets were dragged into the light, forcing her to make a very difficult decision.
