by Cecilia Tan
It would have been kind of hot if I’d been attracted to him, but I wasn’t even sure which man this was merely from his voice. If James, or even Damon, had been doing it, I would have enjoyed it more. As it was, it was mostly a test of endurance, trying to keep my grip on my boobs and waiting for him to get all the way to orgasm.
When he finally did, we were both out of breath. Although he bellowed loudly when he came, his come was a mere trickle on my chest and throat.
Again there were various hands cleaning me up, and then helping me to my feet. Several of the men were chuckling at one of their number who I gathered had been jerking himself off and had accidentally gone too far.
“’Ts all right, ’ts all right,” he said. “I can still perform m’ duty to the fellowship and the lady. Settle her over here.”
They moved me again, this time bending me over another horse, crosswise, this one lower than the one they had put Stuart on. They attached the wrist cuffs to the feet of the horse so my head was bent way over, and secured my thighs to it somehow so that my toes no longer touched the ground.
The next thing I felt was a mouth on my clit. His tongue pushed under the edge of the chastity belt, teasing at my vagina, and then concentrating cat-washing licks across my clit. When he tired of that, he sucked my clit into his mouth and jabbed relentlessly at it with the tip of his tongue. I cried out, aroused but tortured by the sensation at the same time.
“Shhh. Hush, darling. See if you can keep quiet,” he said, which gave me a moment of relief since he had to stop in order to say it, but began a whole new form of torture when he went right back to it.
Not screaming or crying out was difficult, but I managed it somehow. The endless sensation right on the button of my clit was pain as much as pleasure, and just when I was convinced the torment was too much and would never go over into orgasm, he slipped one finger under the edge of the belt into me and I began to come instantly.
I couldn’t move, bound as I was, and I couldn’t scream, so all the energy of the orgasm came out in shuddering. Behind the blindfold I saw colors and heard fireworks. It was only when I calmed down at last that I realized an argument was going on in the room between the last two men left.
James was one of them. “Honestly, George, is this necessary?”
“House rules, old son. Either she comes or you do.”
I felt a hand on my thigh and trembled under it. James!
Damon coaxed him further. “It won’t take you long. If she comes once, the second one is easy to bring out.”
Careful fingers felt along my seam where the chastity belt exposed me, and massaged gently my ravaged clit. Oh, oh James, please! I didn’t want him to stop. I needed that touch, that gentleness, so I tried to keep quiet, thinking that the moment he realized it was me, he might stop.
“How long has she been here?”
“A few weeks,” Damon said. “As I was explaining, the total lack of sexual use of her is what brought this on.”
“The society has some odd rules,” James said.
“We never claimed otherwise,” Damon agreed. “The British have made an art of creating convoluted excuses to elaborately fuck each other.”
“And I appreciate that art,” James said, “even if I am perhaps less enthused about this than my fellows. The poor girl at least deserves some consideration.” His long, slick finger slid slowly along my clit, then back the other way, like a violin bow making a string vibrate.
And then the whole charade came down, as he asked me a question. “Do you like that?”
I nodded my head, trying desperately not to give myself away yet.
“Tell me how much you like it,” he purred.
One sob escaped me before I could begin to speak. “I…I like it exactly like that!”
He froze, his finger against my clit but no longer moving. “What—?”
“I told you her name was Ashley,” Damon said.
I cried out as his hands went away. “What is the meaning of this?” James sounded so British at that moment, like he often did at times of stress.
I shook my head trying to get the blindfold off. “It’s me! It’s me!” I shouted.
“You’re despicable,” James said, though whether it was to me or to Damon I couldn’t tell.
Damon answered. “On the contrary, I keep my promises.”
“I’ll have no part in whatever sick game you’re playing.” It sounded like James was leaving the room.
“I just want to talk to you!” I shouted, but he was already down the hall. I could hear two sets of footsteps going down the stairs, James fleeing and Damon following.
I pulled at the wrist cuffs, but I was well and truly restrained. I screamed in frustration.
A moment later Vanette was there, letting me loose. “What happened?”
“Damon—” I tried to start. “He—” I blinked as she took the blindfold off me and helped me to a chair.
But Damon was back. “Alas, he’s gone.”
“You left her unsupervised in bondage?”
“Only for a moment,” Damon said. “The door was open and Charles and Daniel are both about.”
Vanette looked around the empty room with an accusatory tilt to her head. “She’s had enough. And you’ve more than proved your point.”
“The rules state five. If you count that last, aborted one as number four, she still needs one more. I’ll do the honors and then she can go.”
Vanette crossed her arms, but said, “Fine. You’re last. And then she’s done. Send her to my room for debriefing.”
“Unlock the belt,” Damon said with a grin.
“Need I remind you of those rules? So long as she is under this roof—?”
“I am all too aware of her prohibition,” Damon said. “I promise I won’t penetrate her. Not even with my pinky finger. Not even if she begs me to.”
Vanette huffed, but she undid the locks and slid the belt free. She took it with her when she left. Damon closed the door behind her.
“What the hell, Damon?” I said, jumping to my feet the moment we were alone. “Was that your big plan to get him and me together? It sure as hell looks now like a plan to get me alone with you.”
“Language,” he said, snapping his fingers, “and form of address. Two infractions in one sentence. Turn around.”
“I’m not kidding. This isn’t a game.”
“No, it isn’t, which is why you had better do as I say.”
“Fine.” I turned around and he pressed himself against me from behind. I felt his trousers drop to the floor, his erection hard against my spine.
“Down,” he said, and we went down on all fours like a pair of wrestlers, onto the mat on the carpet. He pushed me until I was facedown on the padded surface and his cock was between my legs. “Keep your knees together.”
He fucked me then, in the crack between my thighs, his cock rubbing against all my sensitive parts but not, as he’d promised, penetrating me. Yet.
“I’d say your friend’s sudden departure today was a fairly unequivocal rejection of you, wouldn’t you say?” Damon’s cock was long and slender as he drew it back and forth.
“Bullshit. We didn’t even get to talk,” I countered.
“If he wanted to talk, he would have stayed,” Damon countered back. “The moment he knew it was you, he bolted.”
“That’s because he’s ashamed of how he dumped me and he’s afraid of dealing with the consequences.” I gritted my teeth. Do I believe that? I have to.
Damon wanted me to think otherwise. “You’re clinging to a pipe dream. He’s a loser. He’s in your past. Can’t you see I’m the man who can give you everything you want?”
“All you’ve given me is an excuse for even more people to touch me.”
“I’ll take you away from here, Karina. I’ll never let another man touch you again if that’s what you want.”
“We are not having this conversation!” I tried to struggle out from under him then, but he held me f
ast. “I’m not yours!”
“Not yet, you’re not. But you promised me one night, one night to do whatever I like, no restrictions.”
“Only if he rejected me!”
“What else do you call fleeing at the sight of you?”
“Shut up! You don’t know him the way I do!” I struggled more, which only seemed to spur him to thrust harder.
“And I thought you were a woman of honor!”
“I am! I’ll prove it to you!”
“How?” His breath was coming in short gasps now.
I clenched my legs tighter. “Give me two more weeks! Two more weeks, and if I haven’t made up with him by then, you can have your one night with me!”
His answer was to shout in my ear as he came, shooting torrents of come between my legs and then collapsing, panting, on top of me.
He climbed off after a few moments. Something hit the ground near my head. I looked up to see the box of wet wipes. By the time I sat up to start cleaning myself up, he was gone.
I told Vanette everything that night. I used half a box of tissues I cried so much, but she never lost patience with me, never urged me to hurry up and get to the point. Maybe getting it all off my chest was the point. I don’t know.
“I take it that the man we know as Jules is the man you told me you were saving yourself for,” she said, as she settled me with a cup of tea at the small, round table in her room. She sat at an angle from me instead of directly across. She had her notepad but hadn’t written anything on it yet.
“Yes,” I said, choking back a sob. “Damon said he would help me talk to him.”
“Maybe you better start at the very beginning again with how you met Damon.”
“I think I better go back further than that,” I said, “because he’s not actually my first contact with the society.”
“Ahhh. Do tell.”
So I gave her the abridged version of both how my advisor, Theo Renault, had inappropriately propositioned me, and how James and I had met, leading up to going to the society party together. “One of the reasons I finally got up the gumption to turn Renault in was that I was told his application for membership in the society would be rejected if I did. When he was, he showed up drunk and ranting at my doorstep about how I’d ruined his chances with what sounded at the time like ‘the Crimson Glove Society.’”
She nodded. “Sexual predators try to hide in our midst. It is very much in our best interest to rid ourselves of them. But how did you and Jules come to be separated?”
Now I had to decide how much to tell her. But I realized I could describe the situation, keeping what James told me secret. “Up until then I only knew aliases for him. Meanwhile, though, he knew everything about me, where I live, where I went to school, everything. It was starting to feel to me very lopsided. If he loved me, really loved me, when was he going to tell me?” I had to pause to cry a bit, saying out loud the fears that had gnawed at me then. “I felt we’d already gone far beyond just being a kinky fling. We’d used the word love, even if there hadn’t been a…a big exchange of I love yous, you know?”
“I know,” she said, giving me another moment to gather myself.
“Up until then we…we hadn’t had full-on sex, either.”
She was so earnest and calm, I didn’t even feel embarrassed telling her.
“We had been working up to it. So here we are at this huge party, which he’d been winding me up for all week, and he ties me up and does all these things, and we finally get in bed, and I t-tell him…” God, where had I gotten the chutzpah? If I’d known he was going to react the way he did, of course I never would have done it. At the time, I’d felt it was my only reasonable action. “I told him no, you can’t put it in until you tell me your real name.”
“Ahhh.” She nodded.
“I felt like if I didn’t demand it then, he was never going to tell me. No one was watching us at that point. It was just us, so it wasn’t like I made him say it to the whole room.”
“And he refused?”
“No! He went through with it. Told me and then we made love.” Okay, maybe it was harder to tell her this than I thought. I tried to calm myself with a deep breath. “Or, I thought we did. I thought it was the most amazing sex I’d ever had in my life. But apparently, all through it he was freaking out. At the end, he ran off and gave orders to Stefan, his limo driver, to take me back to the city.”
She let me cry for a few minutes after that, waiting until I had slowed down again before she asked, “Did he speak to you after that?”
“Not a word. Not even to tell me to get lost or to stop calling.”
“I can see why that might leave a girl with a burning desire to track a man down.” She tapped her pen against the paper but wrote nothing. “Did he change his phone number?”
“Far as I can tell, he hasn’t. But he did go into hiding. And came here, to England, I mean. I heard some members talking to him. They seem to know he’s an artist of some kind.”
“Yes, the society has funded some installations of his in the past,” she said.
The private showing of the glass houses piece, the riding crops, it made more sense to me now. “He has a reputation as a recluse. So him going into hiding is something he’s done before. I followed a rumor he was in England.”
“Very well, but where does Damon come into the picture?”
I sighed. “Jules introduced me at one point to the curator for the Tate I’m working for now. Damon showed up at the gallery for a private tour with Nadia and Juney in tow. When he got an inkling that I wasn’t as freaked out by it as your average art history student, he showed me the glove in his pocket and everything clicked.”
“Ah, so you knew there was a possible connection between him and your missing paramour.”
“Yes. Next thing I know, Damon’s offering me a position here and help searching for Jules. I jumped at the chance. At the time, it was my first real lead.”
“And, indeed, Damon put the two of you in a room together.” She clucked her tongue though, shaking her head. “Tell me more about your relationship with Damon.”
“What relationship? He’s been trying to get into my pants since that very first day. That’s not a relationship.”
“True.” She gave an emphatic nod. “So would you say it’s all one-sided on his part? He’s mad for you and you don’t particularly care for him at all?”
“I don’t think he cares about me,” I said. “I think he sees a challenge, and that’s why he’s so keen on me. It doesn’t have anything to do with me at all. I think once he lands me, he’ll lose interest and move on to the next conquest.”
Vanette stood and stretched at that point before refreshing the tea in her cup, adding a dash more to mine though I hadn’t touched it yet. It was lukewarm when I took a sip.
“I can only speculate on Damon’s motives,” she said. “I’ve known him a long time. I gather you promised him something if Jules turned you down?”
“I promised him I’d let him have me for one night if Ja—” Oops. “Jules rejected me. He makes out like he’ll use that night to make me forget Jules ever existed. That he’ll be such a superior lover and master that I’ll forget my hopeless crush on the guy who dumped me.”
“Do you believe him?”
“That’s the thing. If he could really do that, and Jules really did convince me we had nothing, then I’d let Damon give it a try. But I don’t believe he really could do that, even if he intends to. Like I said, I think once the challenge is beaten, I’ll be just another trophy like Nadia and Juney to him. In a few months he’ll be chasing someone else, and I’ll be stuck, again.”
Vanette nodded. “So when you said you wanted to learn how the minds of dominant men work, you were thinking of Jules?”
“Yes. Because I clearly miscalculated terribly with him.”
“I am not sure you did,” she said. “It sounds to me like you knew him so well and that is what scared him the most. He is, as you say, a reclus
e, a man who lives on secrets.”
“That’s what I told Stefan! That he was afraid. I think he realized how much power I had over him. I’m sure he didn’t hand over his identity to just anyone. But how will I ever know if we have no contact?”
“And now that you have made contact, nothing he said or did tonight contradicts that feeling you have. That he runs from you because he’s scared.”
“Yeah. Until he can sit down in front of me and look me in the eye and truthfully say ‘I don’t love you,’ I won’t believe that he doesn’t. I won’t believe it’s over.” My eyes were dry as I said it. That’s how strongly I believed he would never be able to tell me that.
Vanette sipped her tea and I did the same, waiting to hear what she would say next. When she did, she brought the subject back to the society. “Well, I cannot claim you were here under false pretenses, since I knew right from that first interview you were stuck on some dom. Damon is in hot water for not telling us everything and for being a general instigator of trouble, but you’re not. The question now is whether you continue in training or not. How did you feel during tonight’s exercise?”
I couldn’t hold in a shiver. “I really have no interest in having sex, even pseudo-sex, with anyone here,” I admitted. “I couldn’t wait for it to be over. The…the men have all been perfectly nice. I enjoyed being flogged. But I’m really not interested in having kinky fun for the sake of kinky fun. I want Jules back. If training here was the way to do that, I don’t regret anything I’ve done. But I’m really not into it.”
“Alas, that was the sense I got from you,” she said. “And you’re the only one who actually displayed any aptitude for service among the trainees. Well, you and Stuart.”
“Is he going to be all right?” I asked, before I really thought about what I was asking.
“Oh, he’ll be fine. The membership gangs up on him about once a month. For the next week or so he’ll be walking on air, completely chipper and well adjusted. Stu’s got no capacity to ask for what he needs, though, and is far too obedient to act out to get it. Burns and his cronies take good care of him.”
