Guilty Pleasures(17)

“It didn’t go that far. He stopped immediately. Janette came to me and told me what happened. Even though he hadn’t taken it far, she needed to talk, but she didn’t want to go to the police. I began dreaming about him. He starred in every sexual fantasy from that point until I sought him out. In the end I became his because I’m the only one who came to him without coercion.”

“What he’s doing is still wrong.” Vivian wasn’t about to accept a sugar-coated retelling of this freak show.

Annette shrugged. “From this point on you’ll have several trainers. My master doesn’t want girls to get too emotionally attached to him, or to bond with him or anyone else like they will with the man who buys them. You’ll address all men here as Sir. When you’re sold, you will address that man as Master unless he wants a different title or for you to address others that way.”

Even as the other woman’s words repulsed Vivian, they still tripped her wires, still made her wet and aroused. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself how wrong it was, she couldn’t make her body respond like a normal person.

“I want to go home,” Vivian said.

Annette laughed. “No you don’t.”

“You said Anton would let me go.”

“He gave you every chance to go. You chose not to. The choice is now out of your hands.”

Vivian wiped her face with the back of her hand, angry at herself for all the tears. “I miss Michael.” Michael was safe. Predictable.

“That feeling won’t last. What would your husband say if he knew you’d slept with Anton? You know you’ve been too complicit for too long. Mourn the relationship like a death if you must, but accept that it’s over.”

“Why can’t I just stay here? Why do I have to be sold?” The truth that she wouldn’t be released was finally sinking in, but she was still bargaining, hoping for a lighter sentence.

“You need a master who can properly care for you and bond with you, perhaps even love you if you please him.”

“Does your master love you?”

“Yes. I think he does.”

“And do you love him?”

The smile on the blonde’s face spoke of her honesty. “I do.”

“What right do you, or Anton or anyone else have to dictate what I need? Surely there are plenty of women out there who might sign up for something like this voluntarily.” Vivian had seen her fair share of websites where people did more than just play at being kinky.

“And those women will find what they need without our help.”

“Help. Right. You’re all a bunch of sick fucks. Especially Anton. Your master is a psycho.” It was like she’d fallen into a cult where the order of the day was bizarre rationalizations.

Annette got off the bed then, clearly fed up. Anger and hurt warred behind her eyes as she crossed to the door and pushed a red button.

A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal Anton. Annette dropped to her knees.

“Leave us, pet,” he said as his cold gaze met Vivian’s.

“Yes, Master.”

Annette left and Anton came in, the door shutting behind him with a heavy thud.

“I understand you haven’t had the same amount of time as others to acclimate before being brought here. However, it’s hurtful for her to hear you talk about me like that. If I ever hear you speak to my slave in that manner again, you might have permanent scars by the time I’m finished with you. Do you understand?”

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He blazed across the floor and took her chin in one hand, forcing her gaze to his. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied tightly.

“So help me, Vivian. Do not try my patience. Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Undress.”

The metal cuff and chain on one wrist stopped her from getting too far with her shirt and bra. Anton took a key from his pocket and released her wrist so she could finish disrobing. When the blouse and bra were on the floor, he relocked the cuff.

Vivian stood by the bed, wrapping her arms around herself and watching him with an increasingly heightened wariness.

“Lie on your stomach, and stretch your arms over your head.”

“Please, Sir. I’m sorry.” Pride was a distant memory anyway. She may as well attempt begging for leniency.

“You are right now, yes. And you will be even more sorry in a few moments. You’ll only make it worse if you don’t submit to me.”

She bit her lip and then, since there was nothing else she could do, she laid on the bed. A shuffling sound came from the trunk as he sifted through to find the implement he’d use.

The paddle had holes in it, and the sting was so intense she screamed after the first blow. He was seriously pissed. She cried and begged and squirmed, but she didn’t try to get away. The only thing she knew she could do to lessen his anger was just obey and take it.

He didn’t say a word and didn’t command her to say anything back. He merely left her alone with her misery as he brought the paddle down, over and over. She lost count after twenty. Finally, he flung it across the room.

She jumped when the piece of wood hit the stone wall.

“Goddammit, Vivian.”

She waited, more scared of him now that he seemed to have lost control of himself.

“Why did you have to come into Dome and make that little speech? Can you never keep one thought in your head to yourself? I brought you here too soon, and now it’s all fucked up.”

Vivian watched him from the bed, afraid to set him off again. Anton finally stopped pacing and sat beside her, running his hand over her paddle-warmed ass. His fingers slipped between her thighs.

“Soaked,” he said unnecessarily.

She turned from him, too embarrassed by her physical reaction to what he’d just done. No matter how hard or how much it hurt, her body turned into a well-lubed fuck toy, ready for his, or anyone else’s use.

He started to rub her back, and she allowed herself to melt into the touch.

“Tell me what you are, Vivian,” he said so softly she had to strain to make out his words.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want the truth.”

She could feel the panic bubbling at her inability to grasp what he wanted, afraid he’d be angry that she just didn’t understand what he expected her to say.

He sighed, his fingers slowly sinking into her wetness and slipping out again, drawing a shudder out of her.

“I wish I’d had more time to ease you into this. Despite what you may think of me, it wasn’t and isn’t my intention to traumatize you. But I’m running a business. I get paid, and you get a need met that you can’t properly express yet. You know what you are, but you won’t say it so I’ll say it for you. You’re the perfect slave, Vivian.”

She knew he felt the new rush of wetness that coated his fingers, knew that she couldn’t deny it to him when her traitorous body kept betraying her. But she denied it anyway.

“I don’t know why I react this way, but whatever you think you know about me, you’re wrong.”

“Careful, Vivian. I almost broke the paddle over your ass, and there is very little stopping me from finishing the act.”

She whimpered, and he went back to stroking her back. The long, careful touches soothed her in spite of everything.

“You’ll probably be sold for half a million dollars,” he said.

Vivian sucked in a breath. She couldn’t imagine anyone spending that kind of money to own another human being. She couldn’t imagine the type of screwed-up mess who would do such a thing to begin with. Her body shivered under his hand.

“That excites you, doesn’t it?”

“No,” she whispered, arching into his touch and fighting back a moan.

“What did I say about lying? Tell me the truth.”

“I can’t.”
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“I know it and you know it, so just do us both a favor and admit it. I’m not here to judge you. It excites you, doesn’t it?”

She took a deep breath, blinking away stinging tears. “Yes, Sir.”

His hand gripped her waist in a proprietary way. “Because you were meant to be owned, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and your other trainers, so we can match you with an appropriate master?”

“Yes, Sir.” The phrase somehow got easier to say every time she choked it out.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said.

Vivian struggled to cover herself, but Anton stilled her with his hand. It was the man who’d answered the front door. He stared openly, the look in his eyes as heated as her flesh from the paddling.

Anton chuckled. “You’ll get to play with her, but not tonight. She needs to rest. This has been an upsetting day for her.”

The other man nodded. He handed a glass of water and a tiny paper cup with a pill in it to Vivian, forcing her to have to sit up and expose more of herself to his view. She averted her gaze, unable to stand seeing the look in his eyes as he drank her in, no doubt imagining what he’d do to her body when he was alone with it.