Guilty Pleasures(19)

Then the woman buried her head between Vivian’s legs. She jerked at the first experimental flick of tongue against flesh and found her hands reaching down to pet Annette’s golden hair, urging her on. The blonde whimpered at the stroking and lapped at the bundle of nerves, occasionally plunging her tongue inside, probing and fucking her with it.

Vivian clenched at the sheets, the chain on her wrist making a light tinkling sound each time she jerked against the other woman’s mouth. She felt herself coming undone and screamed her release, uncaring of who might come through the door at the sound.

Annette lapped even more diligently, wringing every ripple of orgasmic pleasure she could from her, and at the same time, thoroughly cleaning the wet mess Vivian’s body had created in response to such a talented tongue.

“Stop, I can’t take anymore. Stop.”

The blonde laughed and got off her. “The men will make you come until they’re tired of manipulating your body. Fair warning.”

Vivian felt a faint tremor at that, unsure if the shudder was from fear or excitement. And unsure she wanted to know.

Annette stretched out on the bed beside her, a question in her eyes. She didn’t have to hear the words to know the blonde wondered if Vivian––now sexually sated––was still interested in further exploration.

In response, Vivian straddled her, starkly aware of how her ass was on display for the camera. Not sure what got into her, she spread her legs a bit more to give the men a better view of what was between her thighs.

Annette’s pussy glistened wet, already slick and ready. Vivian slid a finger inside and withdrew it to experimentally lick the digit, moaning softly at the taste of her. Annette bucked against the air, impatient for her to continue.

“More?” Vivian said, teasing and gaining more confidence.

“Yes, please.”

Vivian moved lower, inhaling the musky aroma of arousal. Then she went down on another woman for the first time.





Vivian woke the next morning to moaning and heavy breathing. She thought at first other people were there, but when she sat up and rubbed her eyes, she found the room empty. The sounds were coming from the TV.

On the screen with a perfect color picture, was an image of her and Annette. Watching herself with the other woman, shamelessly thrusting her ass at the camera, performing, made her wet again.

The idea that Anton was going to show this video to prospective buyers only served to make her hotter. She spread her legs and slid her hand under the covers. The door slammed open, making her jump guiltily.

Gabe stepped into the room, six feet of tanned blond Adonis, and looked at her with a knowing smirk. His green eyes sparkled with more than a hint of amusement. “You dirty little slut. Are we going to have to make you sleep in a chastity belt? It’ll mean you have to wait for one of us to take you to the bathroom. A chore we all find tedious, I assure you.”#p#分页标题#e#

“No, Sir.”

“Get up.”

She was naked under the covers and though he’d seen it all, and probably her first foray into lesbian porn the night before, she found herself still shy and unable to obey him.

“I will flog you if necessary. You can start the morning with pain or pleasure. Your call. Your only choices in this house are to obey the first time, every time, or to be punished and then obey.”

Her hand shook a little as she pulled back the duvet and climbed out of bed. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the ground.

He’d closed the door, but hadn’t moved closer to her yet. She was reminded of when Anton had asked her to strip, how uncomfortable she was being exposed in such vulnerability without the other person’s physical closeness. Without the intimacy.

She remained silent, unable to look at him as he continued.

“From this point on, when I or any other male walks into this room, you will immediately leave the bed or stop whatever you’re doing, crawl to him, and kiss his boots. Then you will kneel at his feet and wait for further instruction.”

The bottom dropped out of her stomach, and she wanted to find a hole to bury herself in, some small space to shield her from the scrutiny she knew was on her. Something that would tamp down the desire welling from within. Was this really happening? Perhaps she was only having a long and vivid erotic dream.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a long beat of silence. A silence so loud, it hummed and almost turned into its own sound.

“Well?” he demanded, as if she really were the stupidest female he’d ever encountered.

She looked up to see the impatience behind his eyes.

“Now,” he said, his tone turning harsher.

She dropped to the floor feeling as graceful as a T-Rex and crawled awkwardly over to him. The smell of freshly cleaned leather reached her nostrils as she arrived at his feet. She bent and brushed her lips over the supple leather of each boot, then waited as commanded for further instruction.

“I’m going to ask you a question and the only thing I care about is honesty. There is no correct or incorrect answer.” He paused for a moment as if letting her prepare herself for his next words. “Are you wet right now?”

Dripping. “Yes, Sir,” she said so softly she wasn’t sure he could hear her.

“Are you ashamed of that?”

Slow tears slid down her cheeks at the soft words. “Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t be. That’s just how you react to this kind of stimuli. Stop worrying about what it says about you or how weird you are, or anything else. Just be. Not a single person here is going to judge you for it. We are molding you into what we want you to be. Obeying us pleases us. Forget everything from before. It won’t serve you here.”

She’d had her hands in her lap, staring at his boots, listening as the words fell over her. One half of her wanted to rebel, scream, fight, because she hadn’t said any of this was okay. The other half felt peace for maybe the first time ever, no longer drifting in some listless sea unsure of her purpose and unable to find one.

Vivian wanted to grab the peace and never let go, but she was afraid if she did, she would lose herself completely. She was scared to look in the mirror and see a shell instead of a person, a set of conditioned responses instead of a personality. She wanted to pour all of this out on Gabe, in hopes that he would understand or comfort her, but she couldn’t.

Not only because she might be punished for speaking out of turn, but because entrusting him with her deepest feelings and fears only moved her in the direction of that fear. The only self-protection left was keeping her feelings and thoughts to herself, even as she knew they would be changed by these powerful men holding her prisoner.

She flinched when she felt his hand unexpectedly petting her hair.

“There’s a lot going on in there, isn’t there?” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Everybody feels these things in the beginning. You’ll be just fine. I promise.”

Promises from a criminal––from one of a gang of criminals––weren’t as reassuring as promises from someone sane and upstanding would have been. But criminals and victims were all she was surrounded with anymore.

She felt him tugging gently at her and pulling her to her feet. He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuff. She stared at his big hands as they encircled her wrists. To an untrained eye, her gaze averted from his might have been seen as submission, but it was embarrassment, shame. She knew Gabe must know it. He’d seen this too many times. But he didn’t taunt her; he just inspected her wrist.#p#分页标题#e#

“You’re a little chafed. You must toss and turn like a madwoman in your sleep.”

She didn’t say anything.

“I’ll have someone come by to switch this out for a cuff made out of something softer with a lining, so it won’t hurt you.”

She looked up, shocked. “Thank you.” She hadn’t expected the small kindness or the concern.

He held her gaze trapped in his. “I told you, we aren’t complete monsters here. We are selling healthy, well-trained slaves to men who can afford the very best. We are not selling broken dolls no one wants to play with.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

She felt herself once again falling under this bizarre seduction. The way she’d let herself go with Anton on the massage table until forced orgasms seemed like an idea she’d thought up.

And now, she felt herself being seduced once again, first by the gentle lovemaking of Annette the night before, and now by Gabe. The house must be run like a well-oiled machine. Everything so calculated. How many different trainers would she have? And would each of them possess this much self-control?

Even when Anton was angry, he’d used enough restraint to keep himself from harming her. He’d seemed upset to be causing her distress, which felt at odds with the situation. If one didn’t want to cause women distress, a great first step would be not running a training camp for sex slaves out of your mansion.

Vivian wondered if Anton could truly care for Annette. Had they forged a bond stronger than the kind of puppies and kittens love she’d had beaten into her brain by fairy tales and Disney movies? Could she have the same? Did she want the same?

She watched as Gabe stripped off his clothes and started the water in the shower. His tan highlighted muscles he’d obviously worked hard for. She wanted so badly to ask why he, Lindsay, Anton . . . why any of them would take a job like this or start a business like this. They could have anyone they wanted.