by Loki Renard
The cage still stood in the corner, but she turned her back to it as she walked into Mason’s closet. She had no idea what he’d meant by ‘find something and make it work’; did he have some spare outfits for visitors? Discarded clothing from dates he’d sent home naked? She couldn’t really imagine a scenario in which anything could be ‘made to work,’ and as she went through his clothing, she soon discovered there was very little. In the end, she settled on a shirt that fell just past her mid-thigh, belted at her waist to cinch it in. She looked like she’d been playing dress-ups in his closet, but she was clothed for the first time in a while, and it felt good. She was starting to feel like herself again. She walked a little taller, turning around in front of the mirror. It wasn’t an ideal look, but it was kind of cute. It would do, anyway.
Now dressed, she left the room, intending on going to see Aiden. As she reached the top of the stairs, she looked down and saw Mason standing in the hall talking to two men. She recognized them instantly as the ones who had been looking after Aiden when Mason had taken her to see him. They were the ones who must have let him escape, and not before mutilating himself. This entire situation had been caused by their incompetence, and she was not going to let that go lightly.
In her experience, staff needed to be brought up short when they disappointed. It had always been her father’s policy to reprimand anyone who failed him very sternly, and in that moment, his instinct became hers. She rushed downstairs, her ire flaring, pushed past Mason and stopped amid the men, drawn up to her full height as she launched into a lecture of epic proportions.
“What do you think you’re doing! My brother is missing pieces! Is this how you look after someone? He doesn’t need criminals finding him when he’s got you two to…”
“Ellie, enough,” Mason said. “Steven and Robert are very well aware that what happened isn’t acceptable.”
“We’re sorry, Miss Taylor-Chapman,” the taller and beardier of the two men agreed. “He slipped away from us, took the keys to our vehicle, and escaped into the city. That shouldn’t have happened.”
“No, it shouldn’t have,” she said. “Aiden’s not in his right mind at the moment. He needs someone to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself or worse. You had one job to do and you utterly failed in it. I don’t know how much you’re being paid, but it’s far too much, I can tell you that…”
“Enough!” Mason snapped at her. “Elliot, it’s not easy watching a junkie. They’re slippery. They lie. They’ll do literally anything to get away to get their fix. It’s hard enough to protect someone who wants to be protected, let alone someone who wants out at any cost.”
“Maybe there should be more than two people then, maybe…”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be blaming the people trying to help,” Mason said, turning toward her, his green glower hitting her from a great height. “Maybe you should be grateful that these men managed to keep him safe this long. Maybe you should take a minute to realize that these are people who have risked taking a bullet for Aiden, and still might. Maybe you should get back upstairs, go sit in your cage, and think about what an ungrateful little wretch you are.”
She blushed as he mentioned her cage in front of the bodyguards, her facade falling in an instant. He’d just reminded her in no uncertain terms what her position was almost as effectively as if he’d made her crawl naked on her hands and knees.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes going to the floor. “I’m just worried about him. He’s bleeding. He needs more help than this. He needs to be in a medical facility or something…”
“Robert is a medic,” Mason said. “He can provide everything that’s needed, medically speaking. And yes, Aiden probably is experiencing some level of psychosis. It happens. Drugs can be just as dangerous coming off them as being on them. But that’s not Steven’s or Robert’s fault. Aiden’s smart and he’s determined, and whether he’s entirely in his right mind or not, he’s not easy to contain. Now apologize properly and make me believe it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, keeping her eyes on the carpet. “I overreacted.”
“You did,” Mason growled. “But that’s still not a decent apology. Not after you came down here breathing fire.”
“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands in the air. “Alright! God! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I care! I’m sorry I’m not just fine with my brother crashing around in the dark bleeding! I am so sorry, Mason!”
Mason’s lips thinned into a hard line. “Go upstairs,” he ground out. “I’ll deal with you later.”
She turned away, glad for the chance to escape. She practically ran up the stairs, her body bathed in guilt as three pairs of male eyes bored into the back of her. Even as she had been yelling at Mason, she’d known she was in the wrong. She just couldn’t help it. She knew it wasn’t really the bodyguards’ fault that Aiden had escaped. Aiden had been doing whatever Aiden wanted to do for decades. Nobody had ever stopped him before, and she didn’t see how anyone was going to stop him now. Her frustration was really at him, not them. But, instead of expressing any of that, she’d acted out like the spoiled brat Mason always said she was, and then doubled down on it too.
Now she thought about it, she was probably just as bad as Aiden, just without the drugs. She really didn’t know why Mason was putting up with her. He could have found thousands of compliant women who would never dared question him. Feeling very sorry for herself, she went back to her cage and covered herself with the blankets. This was all so far gone that she may as well stay there forever, she figured. When Mason got to her, her life wasn’t going to be worth living.
Sometime later, she heard him coming up the stairs and into the room. She stayed quiet and still, hoping that he’d think she was sleeping and leave her alone. She didn’t want to see Mason. She didn’t want to see that look in his eyes again. He’d looked at her with so much disappointment, even scorn. Leather biting against her rear hurt less than that.
“Elliot, wake up.”
His tone was hard, biting. She hunkered down even more, unwilling to face him. He was going to spank her, she was sure of it.
“Elliot, I know very well you’re not sleeping. Get up now and come and see me.”
His feet moved away and went near the bed. He sat down and a shiver went through her. That was how it started. It was only a matter of time now before her butt was burning and she was crying tears of shame.
“I won’t tell you a third time…”
She sat up, very reluctantly, her blanket wrapped around her. “Am I in trouble?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m not coming out if I’m in trouble.”
A slight smile quirked his lips, but his overall expression stayed stern. “Come here. Now.”
He pointed between his feet with his long forefinger, and with a small whimper, she pushed back the blanket and began the long crawl over to him. She knew better than to even try to stand up and walk. Now was the time to make as much of a display of obedience as possible. Maybe if she seemed to be very, very sorry, he wouldn’t punish her quite so severely.
Mason reached out as she came closer, his fingers caressing her cheek, then finding her hair, grasping it tightly to guide her up between his thighs. He maneuvered her into an upright kneeling position, looking down into her eyes, his lips less than an inch from hers as he began to lecture her.
“That wasn’t acceptable behavior,” he said. “I won’t have you chewing out the people who work for me.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I just saw them and I’d just seen Aiden… and… it just came out.”
“Oh, I know,” he said. “I also know where you learned that, but that won’t work anymore, Elliot. We don’t treat people like that. Everyone who works for me works incredibly hard and is very, very good at what they do. They’re not here to be talked down to.”
“No, that’s just me,” she said, pouting in his firm grasp. “In my cage, like an animal. I can’t yell at some bodyguards for letting
my brother get hurt, but it’s fine for me to sleep on the floor in a cage. That’s a real double standard, Mav.”
“It isn’t,” he said. “Because you desperately need to learn something most people already know.”
“And what is that?”
“That you’re not in charge,” he said. “You walk around with the weight of the world on your shoulders because you think you have some birthright to run it. You don’t. And it’s not a job you’d want even if you could have it. You take far too much responsibility for things you can’t control, and it drives you crazy. You need to learn to give in, Elliot. You need to learn that sometimes, someone else is in control, and that’s a very good thing.”
“So I can’t be in charge, but you are… okay… sure…”
“I’m in charge of what I choose to be in charge of. I’m not trying to control the world. Right now, all I’m worried about is you.”
“Me, and Aiden, and your people, and the mob…”
“In this moment, just you,” he repeated, his tone as intense as his voice. “Nobody but you.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She whispered the question.
“You’re going to bend over, facing away from me, reach back, and spread your cheeks.”
He released her hair so she could do his bidding as he had told her.
“Please…”
“Do it. Now.”
She turned around, her face burning as she obeyed his orders. The position was not a dignified one. To kneel and put her hands back at the same time meant she had to rest her forehead on the carpet.
He stood up and she heard him walking around, gathering his dark materials. She could feel cool air on places that usually never felt any kind of breeze, the inner parts of her bottom cheeks and the tight little bud of her bottom exposed more than ever. He was going to take advantage of that soon, she was sure.
Walking around behind her, he sat back down, no doubt much more comfortable than her as he dabbed lubricant against her bottom and began to rub it in. It couldn’t be another enema, could it? No. He wouldn’t do that over his rug. He’d gotten very agitated last time she made a watery mess on it, so surely he wouldn’t risk that again.
His finger soon made an entrance, slipping inside her with a firm thrust. She let out a whine of complaint, which was ignored as he worked his thick digit inside her, making her anus submit. He plunged his finger in and out for a minute or so before pulling it free. Brief relief was followed by the realization that Mason was not going to let her off easily. A second later she felt what was beginning to become a semi-familiar sensation, that of firm rubber pressing inside her tight bottom. It was larger than anything he had put inside her bottom before, stretching her anus so wide she couldn’t help but gasp a complaint.
“Ow,” she whimpered. “It’s too big!”
“A big plug for a girl who made a big ass of herself,” he growled down at her, pushing it deeper. The thick plug slid in with a little extra application of lubricant, holding her ass so desperately wide she was sure it would never be the same.
When it finally slipped in she popped up, squirming her hips. Before she got more than a couple of inches off the floor, she felt the underside of his shoe on the back of her shoulders, pressing her back toward the floor.
“Down, girl,” he growled. “We’re not done yet.”
“There’s more?” She squeaked the question from the rug.
“Last time you got in trouble, I told you there could be worse, didn’t I?”
The reminder of his last dose of discipline made her squirm. “Please, Mav, no,” she begged. “I wasn’t that bad. I didn’t bite anyone.”
“True,” he said, walking around her in a slow circle. “But you did make an embarrassing scene, and you did verbally attack two men who have put their lives on the line in your brother’s interest.”
“And that’s why I have a huge plug in my butt…”
“No, you have a plug in your bottom because you’re my girl and you need to be reminded of it. That’s not a punishment. Your punishment is yet to come.”
Squirming and whimpering, she stammered a series of apologies that turned to squeaks when he tapped her bottom with the leather end of the belt.
“I think leather’s getting a little tired with you,” he mused. “I think it’s time I tried something else.”
He picked something up from the bed. She couldn’t see what it was, but she felt the thin line of something hard and long against her cheek, and when she sneaked a glance she saw that it was a cane, long and yellow, old-fashioned looking, and frightening as all hell.
“Mason!”
The cane swept from above, the end of it landing vertically against the middle of her left cheek, and then swiftly again on the right; two quick cuts that made her gasp and jump forward, the plug bobbing between her cheeks as she tried to escape.
“Sir,” he reminded her, his tone hard.
“Sir,” she whined. “I’m sorry, please… please don’t cane me.”
The cane landed again, another two taps to each of her cheeks. He was not using it harshly, but they left hot marks running across the crown of both cheeks and made her writhe on the floor. It was utterly impossible to stay still with that infernal thing landing on her sensitive skin, the thin lines of heat joining forces to create a lattice of pain.
“Stay still,” he growled. “Spread your legs and lift your rear. I want to see that ass nice and high.”
“Ma… sir…” She tried to take the position, but lifting her bottom made her skin stretch and made the cane lines sting all the more. He was being unspeakably stern, and utterly ruthless. She knew she had behaved badly, but to have a plug stuck in her bottom and caned on top of it did not seem like a proportionate punishment. Then again, when had Mason ever been proportionate? He was a force of nature, a ruthless wild thing contained in the form of a man, and he was treating her as if she were a wild thing in female guise. The cane landed four more times, getting closer and closer to the sides of the plug, finding the very sensitive skin of her inner cheeks that were spread by merit of her thighs being so wide.
Her pussy was exposed, preciously close to the swift strokes of the cane peppering her bottom. He had not used any real force in any of the strokes, but he hadn’t had to. Even a casual little flick of his wrist made her gasp as it landed with a sting. Keeping position was almost impossible, her rock-hard nipples brushing against the rug as she writhed her upper body in a helpless attempt to try to rid herself of the desire to move her ass.
“You will be respectful,” Mason lectured. “Not just to me, but to everyone in my employ. You are not above anyone here. You are my toy. Soon to be my wife. You are my property, Ellie. I own you. Don’t forget that.”
He kept the cane playing across her bottom as he lectured her, the very tip of it finding fresh spots of untouched skin to punish. The words were almost more stinging than the effects of the cane, as he made it clear in no uncertain terms that she had been forever stripped of the rank essentially assigned to her at birth. Her privilege had been revoked, and if she tried to reclaim it or act out her old ways of being, she would find herself humiliated in return, just as she had tried to humiliate the men who were watching over Aiden.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes! I do! Oh, sir, Mav… sir, I’m sorry, I get it! I know!”
“What do you know?”
He walked around to stand in front of her and indicated that she should kneel up with a swift motion of the cane. Changing position made her ass sting like she’d sat in a beehive, as she ended up kneeling in spread-legged position, her pussy now very much on display for the harsh disciplinarian standing over her, looking at her with those intense green eyes.
Mason slid the cane down her inner thigh and found the wet swollen lips of her pussy. She let out a little moan as the cane found her softness, the hard line of it drifting back and forth across her lips. Pleading sounds escaped her as she hoped he was not in
tending on using it against her pussy.
“I know I shouldn’t be rude,” she stammered, her voice slipping into a moan as the tip of the cane ever so lightly found the bud of her clit. “I know I’m not better than anyone else. I’ll be polite from now on, I promise. I won’t yell at anyone. I won’t do anything I’m not supposed to do.”
“You’re making a lot of promises,” he observed coolly. “But I wonder if you’re capable of following through on them when you’re not at risk of having your pussy caned.”
“I’m always at risk when I’m with you,” she said softly.
The cane made a soft circle around her little bud. “True,” he agreed. “But you forget. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes because you forget yourself.”
“I won’t forget, I won’t… I promise…” she stammered. He let the cane slip away from her pussy. It returned with a very light tap against her clit. She let a little hiss escape between her lips as a bolt of sensation ripped through her body. She didn’t want her pussy to be caned, but she could feel the wetness welling evermore at the apex of her lips as he tormented and teased her naughty pussy, angling the cane so it tapped along the length of her lips, either side of her slit, stimulating her just shy of real pain.
Just when she didn’t think she could stand the torment anymore, he pulled his cock from his pants. It was brutally erect, already gleaming with pre-cum. He enjoyed punishing her almost as much as her body seemed to enjoy being punished. Their shared physical reactions were inescapable and demanded satisfaction.
Mason reached out, took hold of her hair, and pulled her toward his cock. “Suck me,” he commanded. “Show me how serious and sorry you are.”
Elliot did not need to be told twice. She parted her lips and welcomed his hard rod into her mouth. Soon she was sucking his cock eagerly, grinding her cunt against the cane as her arousal took control of her. Her caned bottom was stinging with every movement, the hot tight skin sending little shoots of complaint through her body, but her body wasn’t listening. It was focused entirely on his cock and on the wet little hole between her legs, the place she so desperately wanted to be filled.
