by A. L Long
Swiping his hand away, I cursed, “What did you do to her?”
“Let’s just say, her new owner will find her very pleasing.”
“You are nothing but a monster,” I choked, trying to keep my tears at bay.
Suddenly, I felt like dying. Without Aiko to help me, I was on my own. I knew there was no way I would be able to escape from this place. Doing the one thing I thought I would never bring myself to do, I fell to my knees and asked hesitantly, feeling defeated, “How may I please you, Mr. Sakai?”
“That’s my girl,” he exclaimed, stroking the top of my head like I was some sort of animal.
Lifting me to my feet by placing his hands under my arms, he led me over to the cross and instructed me to remove my robe. Removing my robe as he commanded, I knew that soon he would request that the nightgown be taken off as well.
Standing in front of the cross, he began lowering the straps to my nightgown, kissing the top of my shoulder. As the gown fell away, he explained, “This is a St. Andrew’s cross. It is one of my favorite pieces. It gives me great pleasure seeing a woman’s body bound to it.”
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he spun my body around and pushed it back against the cold surface of the wood. Lifting my hand, he restrained it to the cross. I watched in silence as he fastened the cuff. When he finished, he moved to my other hand and then did the same with my feet. Closing my eyes, I only wanted to escape this room.
When his hand came to my face, my eyes sprung open as the sting melted down my cheek. This was his way of telling me that my eyes were to remain open. Watching his every move, he soothed my cheek by placing the back of his hand against it, gliding it downward towards my neck, along my collarbone and down the valley between my breasts.
The grin that took over his face was a tell-tale of what he had in store for me. Cupping my breast with his hand, he kneaded it like bread dough before taking the nipple between his index finger and thumb, pinching it aggressively to a hard peak. Arousal pulsated in my veins, sending a surge of pleasure between my legs. Nuzzling my breasts, he pushed them together as he savagely kissed and licked the tips, alternating between the hard buds. There was nothing that I could do to will him to stop. I was surprised that my body was reacting the way it did, knowing how I felt about this man.
While his mouth was enjoying the taste of my breasts, his hands wandered lower to the apex of my thighs. I knew that once his fingers parted my folds, he would find me wet, enticing him even further to continue with his play. Sliding between my legs, he slipped his finger inside me freely as my juices coated the entrance. I wanted to push against him, but the minute I tried, he bit down on my nipple just hard enough to cause a sharp pain on the tip.
My body was on fire and he was in control of my pleasure. The stimulation on my body was almost more than I could take. Gathering my control, I took in long, deep breath hoping my body would fight off the pleasure he was giving me and stop the release that was begging to break free. Unable to gain the control that I needed, my body spilled every ounce of my womanly fluid.
Feeling fully sated, he lowered the cross to a horizontal position and once again began stimulating my body. Stroking the flogger against my mound, the soft leather straps were beginning to heat my body. The last release was so intense, I wasn’t sure if my body could take any more. I was completely helpless. I began to plead, “Please, Mr. Sakai. No more.”
“Only I can tell you when you’ve had enough.”
As the pleasure ripped through me, the torture to take me only to the peak of orgasm was having a toll on my body and pleading with him to stop was useless. While I was coming once again, harder than the last time, he walked over to the standing chest and removed a set of clamps from the drawer. My nipples were beyond sore from all the stimulation so when he placed the clamps on the swollen peaks, I had no more power to hold back my release.
~Sixteen~
Every muscle in my body hurt. My arms felt like they were about ready to fall off and my legs felt like I ran ten miles. Trying the best I could to get out of bed, I tried to remember how I got to my room. When I was finally able to make it to the bathroom, the woman staring back at me in the mirror was someone that I didn’t recognize. My make-up was completely off, and my hair looked like a rat had decided to make his home in it.
Lifting my arms as best I could, I pulled my nightgown over my head exposing a body that looked as bad as it felt. My nipples were the darkest shade of red and the marks along my stomach and along my hips were a reminder of my disobedient behavior. Mr. Sakai had warned me that he didn’t accept insolent girls. I should have known that telling him to fuck off wouldn’t be the brightest thing to say.
Splashing cold water on my face, I was happy to find that at least that part of my body didn’t hurt. My aches and pains were beyond anything that I had ever experienced, and it took everything I had to step over the rim of the tub in order to soak in the mixture of salt and bathing oils that Aiko had prepared for me.
Lying back against the tub, I soaked up the heat of the water as it was beginning to work on my body. Looking at the bottle containing the soothing oils, I couldn’t help but think about Aiko and where she was. I felt so bad for getting her involved in my plan. I had no idea that Mr. Sakai would ever find out about what we planned to do. Thinking back over what we discussed, I began to wonder how it was that he found out. It was only Aiko and I in the room and we kept our voices low in case one of Mr. Sakai’s men was on the other side of the door.
I was going crazy trying to figure out how he could have known. There were only two possibilities. One, Aiko must have ratted me out, but that wouldn’t explain why she would have been taken away. Surely, I would have been the one punished before her and taken away instead. The second option was that my room was bugged. It made more sense since I couldn’t imagine Aiko giving me away when she was all for getting out of here.
Looking around the bathroom, I became paranoid and began searching for anything that resembled a microphone. I had watched a lot of crime shows when I was in my teens, enough to know that they were typically hidden in inconspicuous places. Looking up at the lights above the large mirror, there wasn’t anything that indicated that a bug had been placed there.
After scanning the room, I felt pretty safe when I didn’t spot any microphones or bugs, at least none that I could see. Aiko and I never talked about escaping in the bathroom, so it made sense that there weren’t any here. The only other place to check would be the bedroom. It would seem like the most logical place, since that was where I spent most of my time.
Pulling the plug to the drain. I got out of the tub, moving better with little to no pain. I grabbed the towel that I had placed on the vanity and wrapped it around my waist. When I walked out of the bathroom, I was surprised to find that a tray of food was sitting on my bed along with some coffee. It was strange that I didn’t hear anyone come in. Maybe I was too far gone in Thoughtsville to hear anyone enter.
Grabbing a piece of toast from the tray, I began wandering around the room in search of bugs. I began looking in the most obvious places, which included the lamps on the bedside tables as well as the lamp on the desk. Having no luck, I moved to the sconces that were on either side of the door only to find nothing there.
By the time I finished searching the room, I had eaten the entire contents of the tray including the strawberries that were used as garnish on the plate of pancakes. It didn’t make sense that there wouldn’t be at least one bug in the room. More and more, I was beginning to think that maybe Aiko told Mr. Sakai about our plan, but not willingly. The way she was taken away, she had to have been persuaded to tell him and not in a warm fuzzy way.
Moving the tray from the bed to the desk, I walked over to the closet to find something comfortable to wear. Standing inside, I contemplated on wearing a cute sheath dress or a flare dress that also looked to be comfortable. Pulling the sheath dress from the rod, I left the closet only to be spooked by his sudden presence.
“Good choice, Tessa,” Mr. Sakai announced.
“You scared me,” I admitted, placing my hand on my heart, holding the towel I was wearing from falling to the floor.
Without so much as an apology, he walked up to me and said, “Hurry and get dressed. We need to leave in twenty minutes.”
I didn’t dare ask where. I was beginning to learn the way Mr. Sakai wanted his property to act, and one thing I learned long ago was to never to ask questions.
~*~*~*~
By the time I had finished getting ready, I had five minutes to spare and so I sat on the bed and waited for Mr. Sakai to come for me. When one of his men opened the door, I became concerned that it wasn’t Mr. Sakai standing before me. Standing to my feet, I kept my distance from him as I asked, “Where is Mr. Sakai?”
“Mr. Sakai is working on making the final arrangements for next week. He requested that I come to get you,” he said in his almighty voice like it was supposed to scare me.
Walking past him. I waited for him to lead the way since I had no idea where I was going. He gave me a grin as though to show me that he was in charge, and I followed him down a hallway away from where the elevators were. I hadn’t been to this part of the mansion, which gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. It felt like a ‘something bad was going to happen’ kind of feeling and it was telling me that I shouldn’t follow him. Stopping, I refused to walk any further without knowing where he was taking me.
Waiting until he turned around, I asked him curiously, “Where are we going?”
He began to approach me, but instead of answering my question, he took hold of my arm and began dragging me down the hallway. There was no way in hell that I was going to go with him anywhere. Yanking my arm from his grasp, I managed to get away from him and take off in the other direction. He was much faster than me and soon I was slung over his shoulder being hauled back in the direction I tried to avoid.
Smacking my fists against his back, I yelled and clawed, “Let me go, asshole.”
“If you are going to fight me, my only option is to take you to Mr. Sakai myself,” he said arrogantly.
“Then you should have answered me when I asked you where we were going. Now put me down.”
When he lowered my body from his shoulder, I was ready to take off again, but decided against it since he would have me slung over his shoulder in a second. Staring at him with an annoyed expression, I asked again, “Where are we going?”
Crossing his hands at his chest, he gave off a loud chuckle and said, “No wonder Mr. Sakai likes you. You are quite the spitfire. Now come on or we are going to be late.”
“Ugh…” I grunted, angry and annoyed that he still hadn’t answered my question.
When we reached a set of stairs, I was thankful that at least he wasn’t going to take me to some room where I would be left to stew. As we walked down the stairs, to the main floor, I knew that we were probably headed to the main part of the house where I was first introduced to Mr. Sakai. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, two more men were waiting by the only door to go through. One of the men grabbed hold of the door knob and pushed the door open. I was surprised to find that on the other side of the door was the garage.
As I looked around, the same young man that I had seen before was working on one of the cars at the far end of the garage. One of the men standing by the door yelled, “Gin, pull Mr. Sakai’s Land Rover out.”
The young man stopped what he was doing and walked over to where the keys were. Heading over to a white SUV parked in the middle stall, he turned for a moment and his eyes landed on me. He didn’t share the smile that he had done a few days ago. It could have been because of the company we had, or he may not have wanted to give away that we had seen each other before.
Walking out of the large garage door, we got in the SUV; me sitting in the back with Mr. Sakai’s man taking a seat behind the steering wheel. The other two men stayed behind and resumed their place on the other side of the door.
Driving to the front of the house, I hoped that Mr. Sakai’s man would get out of the car and check on Mr. Sakai to see what was keeping him. It would have been an opportune time to escape if he had. Leaning back in my seat, I sat quietly as we waited for Mr. Sakai to come out of the house.
When he finally showed, the expression on his face was one of a man who wasn’t having a very good day. By the way he got into the SUV and ordered his man to drive, something more than not having a good day was eating at him and he was taking it out on everyone, including me. I received his asperity when he cursed, “Tessa, remove the lipstick. You look like a two-bit whore.”
When he handed me his handkerchief, I wiped the cloth across my lips until there was no more of the red lipstick on them. I didn’t know what his problem was since the lipstick was among the things that were in my room. I certainly didn’t bring it along with me. I was ready to make that fact known until he took it from my hand and began removing the blush from my cheeks as well.
Slapping his hand away from my face, I was soon greeted with a slap across my face, which was enough to allow him to remove all my makeup if he wanted to. Never had I been treated like this. It was not only embarrassing, I felt like a child being reprimanded for doing something inappropriate.
Saying nothing, I humbly sat on the leather seat with my hands folded in my lap. I was afraid to move, fearing that he would criticize that as well. Heading down the long driveway, Mr. Sakai received a call. He spoke in Japanese and I had no idea what he was saying. My eyes veered over to him the minute I heard my name, which told me that the conversation that he was having had to do with me.
When he hung up the phone, several minutes had passed and I knew that he wasn’t about to share with me who he was talking to and why my name was included in the conversation. Dying of curiosity, I had no other choice but to ask, “Why did you mention my name?”
Placing his hand over mine, I was surprised by his act of compassion. I was almost ready to pull it out of his reach when he answered, “I have something special planned for you and my assistant has chosen some things for you that she thought I would be very pleased with.”
“Your assistant?” I questioned.
“Yes, she is the personal shopper for all of my girls, at least the special ones,” he confessed, squeezing my hand a little tighter.
I knew exactly what this special thing was that he had planned, and I didn’t want to have any part of it. Pulling my hand away from him, I placed it on my lap and said with a lowered head, “I know about the auction. Aiko told me about it before you took her away. I know what you are, Mr. Sakai, and I don’t want any part of your so called ‘special plan.’”
“It would be in your best interest to not undermine my authority, Tessa. I have been more than patient with you and unless you do as I say, you will end up just like Aiko.”
I would have loved to have opened the car door and jumped out. If it hadn’t been for the fact that his man was driving much too fast and it could really do some damage, I would have done just that. Saying nothing more, I faced forward and concentrated on one thing, and that was to find a way out of this hell.
~Seventeen~
Although the clothes that Mr. Sakai’s assistant had chosen for me were very beautiful, he was going to be surprised when I showed up to his auction wearing anything but the fancy gown that he picked out for me. With only a few days left until the big event, I was becoming more anxious than I had ever been. My time was running out and I still hadn’t found a way out of this place.
I had even gone so far as to pretend that I was sick in order to be taken to the hospital. Little did I know that he had a doctor on staff to see to my care. In a way it didn’t surprise me when he showed up in my room. With the amount of abuse the girls got during the exhibitions, it made sense to have a doctor close by. Thankfully, he attributed my illness to dehydration and prescribed plenty of fluids. He never suspected that I was faking it.
As I sat in the room alone, I was b
eginning to go crazy with the silence. I hadn’t had a real conversation with anyone except Aiko and that was over a week ago. My friend from the window was also gone. I hadn’t seen him since the day we went to LA to meet with Mr. Sakai’s personal shopper. No matter how I looked at it, this place was a prison, even if the cell I was in was made for a queen.
Afraid that I was on the verge of losing it, I picked up the house phone and waited for someone to answer. I thought that maybe I could convince someone to free me from this room by allowing me to go outside and walk the grounds. Thumping my fingers against the table, a man’s voice finally came over on the other end. Taking a deep breath, I asked hesitantly, “Is there any way I can get out of my room and possibly walk the grounds to get some fresh air?”
At first there was silence, but then the masculine voice responded, “I will see what I can do.”
