Guilty Pleasures(29)

She felt her face grow hot, but rode him anyway until she came. Then she cleaned him as he’d asked, lapping up every drop of what had dripped from her body.

“I wish I could spend all day fucking you, but I have other work to attend to today.”

Vivian was surprised to find that she wished he could spend all day fucking her, too. Her mind had given up on the What is wrong with me? mantra. What was the point? She was clearly fucked in the head. But she was tired of analyzing it, picking it apart, acting like she’d come up with a different answer if she just kept asking the question enough times. The answer was always going to be the same.

She got off on the things these men did to her. She missed Anton’s hands on her body. Right now she missed Gabe, too. When Lindsay went off to busy himself with whatever he was doing for the day, she’d miss him as well. She’d miss his cock in her ass, the intense way he looked her, and his beautiful room that felt like an oasis from the scary new world she’d entered. Even though he had been the one to initiate her into it.

She was still naked on her knees, leaning her cheek against his leg as he absently petted her hair. Then he sighed and rose to his feet, jostling her in the process. She stayed next to the bed, waiting for an order.

A drawer opened and he shuffled through the contents. “I’m definitely not done with you today, but I have a nice toy to distract you while I’m off the property.”

Vivian wondered if he was going to the other smaller office, the one where he’d entrapped her that first day. She wondered if he would fish today for more women to send to Anton and why she couldn’t work up hatred for him even if that was true.

He returned with something that looked like panties, but she recognized it for what it was. It was a vibrator meant to be worn, pressed against the clit and surrounding flesh. Lindsay ordered her to put it on, and she quickly complied. He adjusted the straps so it fit snugly around her, then handed her clothes to put on.

“There is a remote. Actually there are multiple remotes. Ten of them, in fact, for this particular toy. I’ll give one to Gabe and Anton, as well as the other men.

She wondered if Brian would get one. Her face must have telegraphed her fear because he nodded.

“Everyone. But Gabe, myself, and Anton are still the only ones allowed to play with you . . . really play. This is different. It’s just someone pressing a button. Brian isn’t allowed in your room. Don’t worry.”

She couldn’t help worrying.

Lindsay sent her to breakfast with a swat on her ass and told her he’d see her later that afternoon after a warning that she wasn’t to remove the toy at all, and if she did, one of the house cameras would catch her. He wanted her open and receptive to the vibrations whenever, wherever, and from whomever they were delivered.

At breakfast, she was self-conscious, trying to avoid the eyes of the trainers she didn’t know, as well as Gabe’s. She wasn’t sure where Anton was, but she knew he’d been avoiding her to keep her from attaching to him too strongly. But it didn’t matter. She’d attached to all three of her trainers already. Extra variety didn’t matter.

If she’d been whored out to every man in the house, she still would have attached. It was who she was. She was standing in line with her tray to get food, when the vibrations started pounding against her clit. They began small, teasing, coaxing the little bud to swell with need.

Thankfully the toy was silent. She’d seen toys like it online, but this wasn’t the more common brand. This was something expensive, probably custom designed for the house. As she put food on her tray, her eyes flitted about the room, trying to discover who was engineering her pleasure.

She was surprised to discover Anton standing in a corner nearby with a cup of coffee in one hand and his remote in the other. Aimed at her. She blushed bright red and looked to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to.#p#分页标题#e#

Trying to ignore the increasing arousal, she went to sit at a table away from the few other girls.

A moment later she felt the vibrations increase, throbbing against her as she clutched at the table, working not to give her reaction away. She almost jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Come for me, flower. I’ve missed you.”

She sat facing a window that went out onto a breezeway covered in climbing yellow roses. Anton’s wide frame at her back shielded her from view. Even so, she felt as if she were on display. The vibrator ratcheted up another notch, even though the last setting had been intense.

“Come. Now.”

She wasn’t sure if it was what he said, the fact that she’d missed that delicious accent, or the intensity of the stimulation going on below her waist, but the moment his words drifted to her ears, she gripped the table and came as quietly as she could.

When she was finished, he turned it off. “Good girl. Soon we’ll find you a master. Would you like that?”

She nodded, a little moan escaping her throat as he ran his fingertips along the nape of her neck. He leaned next to her ear. “Before you go, I intend on one last fuck. I intend on using each of those lovely welcoming holes properly.”

Then he placed his empty mug on the table and walked away.

The moment he’d left, Gabe approached. “Good morning, lover.”

She flushed and looked at her plate, wondering if he’d found a position from which to observe her secret orgasm with Anton. “Good morning, Sir.”

Vivian waited for the vibrations to start, assuming there would be a constant parade of men coming by to revel in the power they had to manipulate her body with the touch of a button. But the vibrations didn’t come. Instead, he told her to go to the gym after breakfast, and gave her directions on how to find it. Then he left her to finish her meal.

She was disappointed he hadn’t pressed the button. Gabe of all people. Was he still angry with her for coming without permission? Was he unwilling to give her any orgasm she didn’t beg for or ask permission to have?

Those thoughts tumbled through her mind as she took her tray to the dishwasher and then made her way with trepidation to the gym. Would she be left to work out on her own? Would someone train her? Would it be Gabe, or someone else?

When she reached the gym, there were girls on treadmills and a few using weight equipment with trainers standing over them. Vivian stood awkwardly in the doorway not knowing what she was supposed to do now.

Then he was walking toward her. She had to stop the physical reaction to cringe or kneel, perhaps both, as Brian approached with a sadistic smile on his face.

“You’re not supposed . . . ”

The words hadn’t gotten fully out of her mouth when he pulled a remote from his pocket––not the one to the vibrator. A sharp, electric zap hit her from the bracelet. Brian was the only one who used that particular power over her. Even though she knew they all must have it here.

In many ways it made her feel more helpless than being chained and whipped because there was no ritual or protocol that had to happen to set things up. No defined moment where the punishment would start and stop. With the remote for the band around her wrist, it could happen anywhere, at any time without warning. And Brian showed no hesitation in using it.

Even in the gym with other trainers and girls, she didn’t feel safe with this man.

“I’m not supposed to come on you or fuck you. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to train you or punish you in the gym.” His voice came out a low snarl. He retrieved the other remote, the one that went with the toy and then his voice calmed to something approaching civilized human speech. “We’re going to have an interesting session today.”

Interesting was a word only a true sadist would use to describe their session. He pushed her harder than she’d ever been pushed. When she pleased him, he let her have the vibrations. When she didn’t, it was an electric zap. Not enough to harm her, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. Every time he did it, he reminded her he was going easy on her and using one of the lower settings.

They must have been in the gym for two hours. She’d lost count of both the number of zaps and the number of orgasms she’d been subjected to. Lindsay’s words from earlier about how she’d beg not to come anymore were ringing in her ears, and the day wasn’t half over.

The session ended on the treadmill, as Brian ran her to the point of exhaustion. Somehow him using her body in the gym was even more degrading than if he’d thrown her down on the ground and systematically violated each hole.#p#分页标题#e#

He’d taken to torturing her with orgasms instead of electricity by the end, leaving the toy on the strongest setting even after she came. As she ran on the treadmill, she wasn’t sure anymore if she was running toward or away from the constant stimulus.

Finally, moments before she thought she’d pass out, he told her to stop and handed her a bottle of water. She didn’t say the words, but her eyes begged him to be done with her. She would have gladly consented to a rerun of the episode of her cleaning another woman’s pleasure from his boots while he jerked off, just to stop the pain he’d heaped on her here.

Vivian was almost to the point where she’d beg him to. Almost to the point where she’d let him use her here in the gym in front of anyone who cared to watch, just to distract him from the one type of sadism he’d been allowed to visit upon her without restraint or a babysitter.