Guilty Pleasures(27)

The door shut quietly behind him.

He returned several minutes later to untie her so she could wipe and flush. “Don’t linger,” he said, as if she was going to try to masturbate her clit while she wiped. She fought back an eye roll. Vivian was so not in the mood for sex, it was almost amusing how he thought she would be.

She expected him to put the chastity belt back on, but he ordered her into the shower instead. He stripped off his clothes and joined her. As his hands roved over her body, the soap working into a strong, fragrant lather, the libido she thought had died with the nightmare, came roaring to life again.

He didn’t try to fuck her, and she suspected it was because he’d either fucked someone else while she was sleeping, or intended to once the chastity belt was locked in place again. She felt irrationally jealous even though he wasn’t hers to possess. And even though their association would end once she’d been sold.

She shuddered at how casually she thought of herself as sold off to be some man’s slave. Some man she didn’t know. She wondered if she’d grow attached to him, if she’d love him, if he’d have any kind of feelings for her.

Gabe shut off the shower and wrapped her in a towel, guiding her out onto the tiled floor. He lingered over her clit, teasing. Vivian’s eyes widened when he produced the tube of arousal cream. He couldn’t be serious. But he was. He put a healthy amount on her and slipped the chastity belt over her thighs.

“Stay,” he said.

Every time he said stay, she felt like a dog. She wondered if roll over or fetch would be next. But she stayed, standing in the warm, steam-filled room until he returned.

When he came back, Vivian’s eyes widened.

“I decided to make your last bit of punishment more interesting.”

He’d returned with another chastity belt. Only this one had smooth metal protrusions, one larger, meant to go inside her pussy, and one smaller, meant for her ass. She clenched involuntarily as she stared at it.

Gabe lubed both pieces of metal, then unlocked the belt she wore to trade it for the other. He carefully worked each of the phallic-shaped objects into their appropriate holes. She gripped the wall for support when he flicked his thumb over her clit, swollen and engorged from the arousal cream. He locked her up, then playfully swatted her thigh.

“Put some clothes on, and go eat your dinner. The day’s almost over. Tomorrow will be better for you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She walked out of the room, close to passing out from the arousal and sense of fullness without completion.





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Vivian could barely taste her food as she chewed and swallowed. Her entire world was focused on the parts of her locked away behind the chastity belt. She couldn’t stop squirming in her seat, but the belt was so fitted to her size that such movement didn’t allow satisfaction.

She glanced surreptitiously around the cafeteria at the other girls, wondering if any of them suspected the punishment that had been visited on her. As she watched this woman or that shift in her seat, she wondered if they’d been given a similar punishment for some reason. Was the discomfort because they had cane welts across their ass, or was it because they had something shoved inside them and trapped there like Vivian did?

Everything under the belt strained and begged for release. She would have done anything, debased herself in any way, even in front of everyone, if it would mean she’d be permitted to come.

Gabe stood to one side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed smug and pleased with himself, and yet she couldn’t work up any hatred for him. She was already beginning to feel owned by these men, by the house.

Moments later, Lindsay approached Gabe. She watched, frozen, as the doctor whispered. He looked over at her a few times while delivering a long and private monologue, leaving no doubt she was the subject of his visit.

Gabe nodded once and handed the other man a key. Lindsay stared at her and smiled. She shuddered and went back to her food. The heated look the doctor had just given her was terrifying. And yet, her body responded. She tried to focus on her food, on the flavors exploding over her tongue, but it was even more useless than before she’d spotted the two men plotting.

As soon as she’d finished, Lindsay was in front of her, his hand outstretched. “Leave your plate, and come with me.”

If he had the key did that mean her punishment was over? Or was it transmuting into something else? She expected to be led back to her room, or the dungeon, but instead they ascended a large, winding staircase. The one she’d seen in the entryway upon first arriving.#p#分页标题#e#

He kept her hand in his, leading her off like a lover instead of a slave. And she wondered if he really was more kind and merciful than Gabe, if she could trust him not to hurt her. They traveled down a hallway until they reached a door at the end. Instantly her mind flashed to the dream, and all at once the door to Lindsay’s room created an irrational feeling of safety.

The anxiety that had swirled through her system since seeing the doctor during dinner, settled, leaving nothing in its wake but arousal. He pushed the door open and gestured for her to go inside.

The room was like nothing she’d ever seen.

“Horticulture is a hobby of mine. I like to watch and help things grow,” he said, in response to the question she knew must have burned behind her eyes.

She tried to ignore the double entendre.

“You may look around if you wish.”

So many plants. It reminded her of the restaurant in the middle of a jungle feeling she’d gotten at Dome. Orchids of every variety and size flourished in pots all over the room. There were exotic tropical flowers she wasn’t as familiar with, with lush, full blooms. The floor had a dark green carpet, thick and plush, that made her feel as if her feet were sinking in soft grass.

An imposing king-sized canopy bed stood against one wall with a duvet in the same rich shade of green. Mosquito netting hung around the outside, enclosing the bed, as if they were outdoors and subject to a flying insect threat.

Three large bird cages stood spaced evenly about the room. One held a parrot, and the other two, several parakeets. The birds stared at her, chirping away, further heightening the room’s strange and exotic feel.

Where the carpet ended, green plants and small trees in pots lined the walls in bunches. The floor beneath the plants was concrete with small drains. Vivian’s brows drew together in confusion over this design choice.

“Look at the ceiling,” he said.

Vivian looked up. Hundreds of tiny tubes protruded from the ceiling. Lindsay pressed a button on the wall, and she could hear the indoor rain as it pelted over the plants and swirled down the drains.

“This is incredible.”

He moved behind her and peeled the clothes from her body. She melted against him as his hands moved to cup her breasts and stroke over her belly. One hand dipped to press possessively against her sex over the belt.

“Tell me who this belongs to right now,” he growled.

“You, Sir.”

His mouth was still close to her ear when he said, “Tomorrow I’m going to fuck your ass against that wall while the rain comes down on us. It’ll be nice and warm. Would you like that?”

The idea of anal sex still scared the hell out of her, but he made it sound so soothing and decadent that the only thing she could do was nod and whimper, “Yes, Sir.”

He turned off the water and guided her to a large, bathroom. Candles and plants lined the wide rim of a Jacuzzi tub. An impressive Georgia O’Keefe print hung on the wall opposite from the toilet. Ordinarily a print would seem odd in a mansion. But with the dampness of the air, Vivian understood Lindsay had to make the choice between his plants and original art. It was clear where his priorities lay.

He unlocked and removed the chastity belt. “Go to the bathroom, and then we’ll sleep.” He pointed at the ceiling. “I’ll be watching to make sure you don’t touch yourself, but I won’t stand here in the room with you. Fair?”

A camera with a red, blinking light stared down at her.

“Yes, Sir.”

He stroked her cheek then left her alone.

When she finished, he returned with yet another chastity belt and something else. When she saw the tube of arousal cream in his hand, she shook her head.

“Please, Sir, don’t torture me anymore. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear.” The cream Gabe had put on had just started to wear off.

“Don’t fight me on this, Vivian. This is the last time. Tomorrow morning your punishment ends. I’ll let you come when I fuck your ass.”

He closed the toilet seat and motioned for her to sit.

“Be a good girl and spread yourself open for me.”

Vivian sat and spread her legs apart, then pulled the flesh away from her clit. She could feel the heat and redness as the blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. She felt open and exposed. Perhaps more exposed than she’d been with anyone else.

He sat on the ground in front of her to apply the cream, his eyes meeting hers. A soft expression came over his face. “You’re so very sweet.”#p#分页标题#e#

That only made her blush harder.

He rubbed the cream on and applied lube to the toys attached to the new chastity belt. She realized immediately why he’d gone to get another one. The attached toys were larger than what she’d been wearing the past several hours.