Guilty Pleasures(15)

He looked down at her and chuckled, petting her head like a dog that had pleased him with a good trick. “Don’t worry, flower, we’re not finished. But I missed lunch again, and I don’t have time to get into what I want to get into with you before my five o’clock. You don’t have a set time to be home now. We don’t have to rush.”

Her stomach did a little aroused flip. Then she felt a twinge over the idea of his five o’clock. It wasn’t jealousy but worry for the other women he saw and touched. When he left Vivian alone to get their dinner, she knew what she had to do.

Coercion wasn’t consent. She may not have come undone from this; the net result may have been what she needed to move her life forward. Morality aside. But she couldn’t selfishly spend the next week with Anton, while he victimized others if she could stop it. How would she live with herself if she did? This wasn’t just about her.

She’d better enjoy whatever he did today, because tomorrow she had to go to the police. If not for her own sake, for the sake of the others he touched.

He was back fifteen minutes later with fruit and large salads filled with meat, veggies, and cheese. It was practically an entree.

He sat the tray down. Lines formed between his eyes as he regarded her. She tried to wipe any tell tale emotion from her face that might give away her plans to end this and him.

After a few moments he seemed to decide everything was okay.

“Come.”

She started to get up to follow him, but he shook his head. “On your knees.”

Vivian crawled across the floor behind him. He put his food and glass of water on the desk and hers on the floor.

“Eat.”

She opened her mouth to make a smart ass remark, but seeing the stern look in his eyes made her drop her gaze back to the floor and her food. They ate quietly, and when they were both finished, he led her to the bathroom and gestured to the tub.

“Please don’t chain me up. You know I’m not going anywhere.” She hated that trapped feeling she’d gotten when he’d chained her and left her the last time. It was too helpless, too dependent. As much as some things he did turned her on, other things . . .

“That’s not what I’m concerned about. I don’t want you touching yourself while I’m gone.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Get. In.”

She reluctantly climbed into the tub and offered her wrists so he could cuff them to the bar. He left and returned moments later with a vibrator. “The lube is in the other room, but I’m quite sure it won’t be necessary,” he said.

Her face flamed as he easily slid the toy inside her. He turned it to the lowest setting, flicked off the light, and shut the door.

In the dark, windowless room, her entire universe centered now on her pussy and the pathetic vibrations that couldn’t get a porn star off. All the toy could do was torture her.

It could have been two minutes, two hours, or two weeks when she heard the door open and the light switch flip. It was jolting to have the bathroom bathed in so much light all at once. She’d spent the past however long feeling like she was floating someplace between dreams and consciousness, that steady, dull vibration pushing at the edges of her sanity, making her so desperate to come, she’d do anything.

Which she was sure was exactly where Anton wanted her.

He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed while he watched her writhe around in the tub. “I can’t imagine how sloppy wet that vibrator is now. I’m surprised it didn’t fall out.”

Her only reply was a whimper, too afraid to say the wrong thing.

“If it had, you would have been in for a lot of pain this evening.” He observed her for another couple of minutes. “Did you lose your ability to speak?”

“No, Sir.”

He closed the distance between them and removed the toy, then held it to her lips. “Clean it.”

She obediently licked it clean, her arousal peaking further when she thought it could go no higher. She wriggled her wrists, causing the cuffs to clang against the metal bar. “Please, Sir.”

He uncuffed her, then handed her a washcloth. “Clean yourself, and do not even think about trying to masturbate. Then I want you to get dressed.”#p#分页标题#e#

A panicked tear slid down her cheek that he wasn’t going to let her come. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“I like you best this way, flower. So desperate and horny you’d do anything. Everyone’s gone for the day. We’re going to my house where I have more toys. You can stay the night.”

Vivian had been rubbing the wet cloth over her folds, trying not to linger, trying not to masturbate or buck her hips, when his words stopped her.

“Stay the night?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” The idea of seeing his house, sleeping in his bed, and waking up with him the next morning, felt exciting. But at the same time, it would do nothing to help her actually end this when she’d intended. Was that why he was trying to draw her closer? To keep her?

He’d already said they didn’t and wouldn’t have a relationship. It wouldn’t work. He wasn’t a man she could ever love. Whatever happened tonight, tomorrow she had to go to the police.

“Let’s go then.”

He held her hand and guided her to his car. She was silent during the drive, unsure what to say that wouldn’t somehow piss him off.

What the fuck are you doing, Vivian? It’s one thing at Dome, but going to his house? This guy is clearly short on sanity. Getting into a car with him? Have you lost your mind?

No, she’d lost her impulse control right about the time her libido had spun out of its natural orbit. Her panties were soaked again. She wasn’t in the best position to make a rational decision. Most people weren’t when they were that horny, or they wouldn’t make half the stupid sexual choices they made.

He must have seen fear on her face because he let one hand leave the steering wheel to stroke her thigh. “Everything will be okay, flower. You’ll see.”

She smiled weakly, irrationally comforted by his touch.

The drive was long, and the lights of the city soon faded to reveal countryside. As the minutes marched on, fewer cars passed. It started to feel as if only she and Anton existed.

He took her hand from where she’d been clenching it in her lap and squeezed it. “Someday you’ll be glad we met and that I made you face yourself.”

She looked out the window at passing pastures and cows sleeping under the moonlight. Her cell phone rang, jolting her out of the surreal head space she was in. She looked at Anton, questioning.

He released her hand. “Answer your phone.”

She sucked in a breath. “Hello?”

“Hey, Baby.”

“Michael!” They hadn’t spoken since the night in the hallway when she’d been pressed against the basement door, hoping he would just throw her down on the ground and take her. Suddenly his voice was the best sound in the world.

“I was just calling to check in. Someone’s going to come by and bring groceries tomorrow. He’ll leave you about a hundred dollars in case you need anything before I get back.”

She couldn’t stop the tears that had started to stream down her face. Guilt for cheating? Guilt for leaving? Shame over not trusting him to believe her if she’d gone to him from the start? She didn’t know.

“What’s wrong, Vivi?”

“Nothing. I’m fine. I just miss you.”

“I miss you, too. I’ll be home soon. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After she disconnected the call, she slid the phone back into her purse and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Are you all right?”

She sniffled a little. “What do you care?” She caught herself only after the words had left her mouth and looked over, afraid that might have earned her a punishment. But he didn’t seem to care about her outburst.

Anton lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Just making conversation. I thought you said you were leaving him.”

“I am.”

“Why? You just told him you loved him. Were you lying?”

“Why do you care about my personal life all of a sudden?”

“Just answer the question.”

“We don’t make each other happy. I’m an obligation to him, and he’s not what I need.”

“I don’t believe you have the slightest notion what you need.”

A few minutes later the car rolled up to a house big enough to qualify as a mansion. Could Dome earn him that much money?

Anton must have read something off her expression because he said, “The spa is only a small portion of my income. My real money is in something else.”#p#分页标题#e#

Before she had time to process his response, an iron gate opened to let them in.

She and Michael lived in a very large house, but this was . . . well, it was ridiculous. No one needed this level of luxury, especially if they lived alone. Which Anton must, if he was inviting her over to have kinky sex.

Vivian imagined he must have a fully-equipped dungeon in a house that big. Maybe more than one. She shivered at the possibilities.

He helped her out of the car and led her up the front steps while her anxiety mounted higher. She didn’t expect the door to open from the inside, or for a large, tall man who looked like a cross between a butler and a bouncer to be standing on the other side.