SevenDeadlySinsSeries

by Unknown

  Benton had been the logical choice; it wouldn’t be quite as effective if she used anyone else. I had to give Kinsley credit, she’d done her homework. And she was right about one other thing: I’m a whore. I’m a submissive whore and there’s no way I can deny it. I spied on Carlton and created my own personal mystery to get into his ‘secret room.’ Hell I practically begged him to dominate me. However, if Benton came after me with a whip or as my dominant I’m not sure I could deny him. I just don’t think I have it in me. Yet all these months without the touches I’ve needed have made some small part of me desperate for it. I’m used to Benton’s touch and I’m not sure that if ordered I wouldn’t comply. That would make for some devastating television watching for Carlton, especially if it were time stamped with today’s date. I’m screwed.

  “Well personally,” Benton said sternly, “I think you’ve been going about this all wrong.” I could feel his presence, smell his cologne and worse, I understand his need to cause me pain. In his eyes his submissive had run away. The concept that I am an actual human being and have the right to go wherever I please would not occur to him. His voice got louder as he approached me. “What she needs is a firm hand, isn’t that right Miss Martin?” His hand grabbed my right breast, and gently squeezed harder and harder as he spoke. “Or shall we address you as what you really are? A cock hungry slut!”

  Benton released my breast when I groaned deeply and turned his back to me. I could see him silhouetted against the bright lights as he took his famous ‘power stance.’ “You girls have the equipment, but I doubt the experience,” he said with a cynical laugh. The wickedness in his tone frightened me.

  I studied him as he crossed the room and my eyes began to adjust to the lighting. He was taking off his shirt. “You think you know how to dominate, but I’m here to give y’all a lesson.”

  “That’s not why you’re here, Mr. Frazier,” Kinsley said.

  “I disagree. That’s exactly why I’m here.” He removed his socks, paying close attention to place his clothes in a neat pile on the arm of a chair against the opposite wall. The slow pre-meditated actions only served to deepen my terror. He reached into a small leather bag sitting next to the chair and pulled out his signature leather collar, a riding crop, and a leash. He flung the collar in the air towards Kinsley and said, “Strip your sub and put this on her.”

  “What the fuck? I will NOT!” Kinsley squealed, not grasping that it wasn’t an invitation. She didn’t realize that when Benton Frazier decides someone needs a lesson, it’s never an invitation.

  With that he wrapped the metal chain leash around his right hand, carefully placing the riding crop inside the wrappings and securing it. Beads of perspiration began to form atop his broad tanned shoulders as he stepped next to me. With his left hand he grabbed my neck and forced his lips to mine, pushing his tongue past my defenses in a display of his power.

  Still holding my neck, he stood above me, surveying my body strapped to the wooden cross. I feared the worse; I haven’t seen that look of determination in his eye in quite a while. It didn’t shock me when I felt the twinge of my clit; I knew my body would betray me. He moved the end of the riding crop up my thigh to my hip and across my stomach, the sudden sharp flick of its frayed ends across my nipple shot a flash of pain throughout my body. “Don’t,” I pleaded through the tape over my lips. “I beg you, Benton. Don’t!” but my words were lost in the mumbled attempt.

  He leaned his face next to mine and took a deep breath. “Shhh, Liz. Trust me. I think you’re going to like this.” He stepped back and flicked the end across my other nipple before turning his attention back to Kinsley and Missy, leaving me to decipher his whispered message.

  Kinsley stood next to Missy like a peacock; so valuable and beautiful that it couldn’t be touched. She had another thing coming if that’s truly what she expected. Vanity had caused her to follow Benton’s orders in an attempt to show off her prized bull. Her sub was now naked and collared, and poor Missy’s schoolgirl excitement was hard to conceal. She was practically drooling and staring at Benton as though he was some kind of Greek God. “What the fuck is this?” Benton asked with annoyance. “Get the fuck on your knees you little whore, and quit staring at me.” He crossed the room quickly as Missy dropped to her knees and stared at the floor. He grabbed Kinsley by the hair and screamed in her face, “What kind of fuckin’ Domme are you to allow your sub to gaze at me? She hasn’t earned the right!” He unwrapped the leash from his hand and shoved it at Kinsley. “Put this on her!”

  As Kinsley bent over to hook the leash on Missy’s collar, Benton walked back to his bag. His mumbling was loud enough for all to hear. “God Damned Brits…” he said, shaking his head. “Might have to start at square one!” He reached into his bag and pulled out another collar and flung it at Kinsley. “Strip and put it on!”

  “I… uhh…”

  In his best British accent, he mocked her, “I… uhh… nothing! Put it on. Now, bitch!” Benton continued to pull items out of his bag and displayed them: cuffs, rope, and two dildos. He looked over at me and I swear I thought I saw him wink. But he stood up straight and assumed his best power position between us, the riding crop back in his right hand and ready for use.

  “So this is Carlton’s little sister… the dyke,” Benton said slowly. “And from what I understand, quite the little submissive. Interesting.” Benton slapped his open hand lightly with the riding crop. Pointing it at Kinsley, he said, “And you’re the dominatrix that apparently has this entire family under her thumb. Hmmm, I think the picture is becoming clear.”

  Benton moved back to my side and ran the end of the riding crop up my inner thigh sending shivers up to my stomach. “Let me get this straight. You two,” he said pointing at Kinsley and Missy, “are here to teach the sweet Southern belle a lesson?” His laugh was downright evil as he hovered over me.

  “It’s not like…” Kinsley began to speak before Benton cut her off.

  “Shut up you piece of shit!” Benton said sharply. Benton moved over to one of the lights and turned it onto Kinsley. “Hmmm, what to do, what to do?” His voice had a kind of musical quality in it, as if he were enjoying this way too much. I could almost hear the gears grinding in his head as he walked toward the other light, focusing it on Missy. Benton crossed the floor to Missy, reached down and pulled the leash attached to the collar up sharply, forcing her face towards the ceiling. “And you, slut, you’re just doing as you’re told, I assume.”

  “Yes.”

  Smack! Benton’s hand stung sharply against her cheek. “You will address me appropriately at all times. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He released the leash and Missy’s head lowered towards the floor, but not before her eyes fell upon me. She was getting what she deserved. I can’t only imagine what Benton had in mind, but I can already see his excitement trying to push its way out of the front of his pants. When he gets excited like this, things can get out of hand quickly.

  Benton reached into his bag and pulled out a set of hand cuffs. Before anyone knew it, he was behind Kinsley, cuffing her hands. Her weak protests were completely ignored; once his determination took control, his single focused attack would be near impossible to stop.

  Attaching the leash to Kinsley’s collar was merely a step, and for Benton it was essentially useless. Nevertheless he hooked it securely and pushed her to her knees. “Get down, bitch!” he yelled. “You’re the worst fucking excuse I’ve ever seen for a dominatrix. You’re about to get lesson one.” For added effect he kicked Kinsley in the ass. To her credit, she didn’t make a sound.

  He stood next to Missy, and pointed his riding crop at Kinsley. “Lie on your back, slut, and open those fuckin’ legs.” Kinsley did as he instructed, and it was becoming increasingly clear that she also had a strong submissive core. I’m certainly not going to criticize her for that because I live in that same glass house, but I didn’t see it coming. No, I expected her to be a heartless b
itch who only threw out orders; it didn’t occur to me that she might want to take them. Benton stood next to Missy so that her head was eye level with his cock. He pulled her hair and forced her face into the prominent bulge protruding from his waist. “Rub those bright cherry lips against my cock, bitch. Feel the outline, and imagine it plunging into you. You want that, bitch?”

  “Ye… yes, Master.” Missy’s voice sounded very timid, as if she had no idea what to do.

  “That’s right, bitch. You know you want it. But you have to fucking earn it!” He pushed her away brusquely and boomed, “Get over there and kiss the kitty. Come on, I don’t have all day! Do it!”

  Pointing the riding crop at Kinsley he screamed, “Open those legs you fuckin’ cunt. It’s not like you don’t know what to do!”

  Kinsley’s legs opened wider, allowing Missy to access to her sex. Missy settled on her heels, her back straight up as she nudged even closer. Benton’s impatience was evident as he grabbed Missy’s hair and put his face to hers. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” he asked, releasing her head and pointing at Kinsley. “Eat!”

  Missy leaned over, placing her hands on either side of Kinsley, her upper arms forcing Kinsley’s legs apart. Her tongue snaked out, as if testing the waters, and she lightly licked the fleshy inner thigh.

  “Come on, bitch. Eat it. Show me how you like that pussy!” Benton sliced the riding crop through the air, and with full force impacted Missy’s ass. “That’s it, slut. Good, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Master,” Missy said through narrowed eyes.

  Benton took this opportunity to pepper her ass a few more times with the crop, turning her pasty white skin to red with the assault. I must admit I was enjoying it at this point. Although somewhat worried about what he had in store for me, I relished in the fact that both Kinsley and Missy would get a small taste of what the devilish Benton Frazier could do as a Dom.

  Benton crossed the room and turned the camera towards Kinsley and Missy before assuming a position next to me. His chest glistened with beads of perspiration; a sight I’d seen so many times, and one that always turned me on beyond belief. Unfortunately, I was not in a position to control my body. My nipples stood erect, and the damp feeling between my legs felt as if I were soaked in desire and lust; a position Benton knew all too well. Running the crop across my mound and under my right breast, he leaned into me and whispered. “Like what you see, Liz?”

  I closed my eyes in silent defeat. He knew the answer, but I knew he wouldn’t give up until I confirmed it for him. “Yes, Benton, I do.”

  He could hear the resignation in my voice, but the real question was whether he would take it too far. Kinsley’s moans of ecstasy across the room grabbed his attention, and he whispered to me, “How far shall I take it, Liz?” I mumbled and instantly he ripped the tape from my lips. Thanks to lip gloss it didn’t do more than sting.

  “What?”

  “How far? I mean, we’re approaching a point of no return.”

  “Carlton’s gonna be pissed, Benton. He’s not going to understand; honestly I’m not totally sure that I do.”

  Benton pulled his face back, put on a fake frown and shook his head. “No Liz, I’m sure he won’t be happy to see video of his sister and his step-mother fucking.”

  “What about me?” I asked confused now.

  Surprisingly he unshackled my hands and feet, helping me to a couch along the side wall. Confused, I really was beginning to doubt exactly what he was up to. “You sit here,” he said, making me comfortable. He retrieved his shirt and handed it to me.

  “What are you doing, Benton?” I asked in complete shock.

  “Liz, you’ve got three choices. One, you can join in. Two, you can watch. Three, you can get dressed and wait for Carlton in another room.”

  “Carlton knows I’m here?” I asked. A sinking feeling rushed from the bottom of my stomach to my throat.

  “Oh yeah, he knows. I took the liberty of calling him from your cell. Should be here shortly.”

  “Why, Benton. Why are you here at all?”

  He looked down, that gorgeous smirk of his spread across his face. “You told me to handle the Daniel Webster thing, and he’s here in England. That’s what brought me here. However, now that I am here, perhaps it’s time I replaced my sub,” he added with an evil grin.

  “Kinsley?”

  “Maybe. And maybe I’ll add a second,” he said, pointing over his shoulder at Missy. In the meantime, perhaps you should get dressed. You can watch if you like… and I know you like to watch.”

  Damn it, I thought. That’s the problem with this man; he knows me too well. I sat there long enough to watch him spring into action. “You two don’t see your mistake, do you? Liz there, she’s my property. She belongs to me. And as her Dom, I don’t take lightly to my property being drugged and stolen.”

  I scrambled to my feet and left the room, searching frantically for my clothes. It was the bathroom in the master suite where I found them piled on a bench. I hurriedly dressed to wait for Carlton but my entire body was shaking uncontrollably and buttoning my shirt took concentration.

  As I stepped out into the hallway I could hear Benton going at them. His methodical approach was well practiced, and I imagined he planned to dominate them both to exhaustion. I stepped to the doorway and confirmed my suspicion. He stood, holding the leash attached to Kinsley’s neck taught as she strained to swallow his cock. Her legs now hovered over Missy’s shoulders as she enthusiastically lapped away at her Domme. On her back, Missy’s legs were spread at the knees, and her hand clutched a large dildo with which she was furiously fucking herself. Through tear stained eyes, Kinsley’s whimpers were ignored as Benton thrust his thick cock past her lips. I was both furious and excited, and if it weren’t for the fact that I couldn’t find my phone I would not have reentered the room at all, preferring my spot of anonymity by the door way. I spied Benton’s bag, and walked as silently as I could to it. It’s there! Thank God! I looked up at Benton, and his perfect white teeth were gritted in a victorious smile as he nodded at me. I retrieved my phone silently and headed into the other room.

  I sat on the couch overlooking the balcony and waited for Carlton. He couldn’t get there fast enough for me. I never thought I could really count on Benton Frazier, but his appearance here probably saved my life. My heart was still racing, but now for a different reason. I had no idea how Carlton would take in all of this, and I seriously doubted it would go well. I could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall over the muffled voices coming from the back room. Hurry, Carlton. Hurry!

  The soft beep of someone pushing a code into the door lock was immediately followed by the expected click as the door opened. Carlton rushed into the room and grabbed me. “Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine, Carlton.”

  His face was filled with the frantic look of fear as he pulled me to my feet. But there was much more going on in his head. “Where are they?” he asked sternly.

  “Just take me home,” I pleaded.

  “Where?!” he asked again emphatically.

  I reluctantly pointed down the hall. He flew out of my arms in a fit of rage. Once out of my line of sight I saw her: Mary. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed. This was not a woman who seemed to hold much compassion for anyone, and normally I would have found her presence unnerving, but I was running thin on nerves and I just stared blankly into her emotionless face.

  Looking over at Carlton I could see his frustration and anxiety. He didn’t say much, other than to apologize for leaving me alone for the past few days. But there was much more churning in that beautiful head of his, and I wished he would just tell me everything. The heat radiating from his palm on my thigh was reassuring, but it didn’t quite make me feel as comfortable as it had in the past. Maybe what’d happened hadn’t soaked in quite yet. Surely he would be more comforting and reassuring than this? Wait? Was he blaming this all on me? As though I am some silly naive girl who got herself
raped by the football team after willingly going under the bleachers with them?

  My headache flared up, and even pressing my fingers into the spot just above my eyes did little to combat the after affects of whatever they put in my drink. My mind raced to my hero, the unlikeliest hero of all: Benton. What the hell was he doing here? And why did he call Carlton? Confusing… very confusing.

  I wished Carlton would just say something, anything. Just break the damn silence that was crushing my entire body. That is, until he opened his mouth, and through those perfect lips came the last words I expected to hear from him. “What the hell were you doing at Kinsley’s apartment?”

  “What?” I asked, not bothering to hide my anger and confusion from him. Did he really just ask me that? Not I’m sorry they did this to you. Not I should have taken you with me. No, he immediately jumped to the conclusion that I went along with Kinsley for the ride. What kind of slut does he think I am?

  “I said…”

  “Oh I heard what you said. I just can’t believe you said it!” I pushed his hand off my thigh and crossed my arms. I was not about to be lectured by a man with so many screwed up relationships. “I didn’t know what was happening, Carlton. Your sister put something in my food.”

  “Something in your food? Really? My sister?”

  I know it sounded cliché and farfetched; I had no other explanation for it myself. I’d never done anything to Missy to make her want to seek revenge. In fact, I’d gone out of my way to partner with her on the side of the entire family. Her betrayal stung, but not nearly as much as her brother’s. I shouldn’t have to convince him that I would not have gone willingly. Okay, maybe I would have gone to face Kinsley, but certainly not to be stripped and tied down for sex. No, I had much more self respect than that.

  “Missy tells me that you are hiding some sort of secret from me: Something about watching her and Patricia. Is this true?”