“That’s too big. It won’t fit.”
“You better hope it does because it’ll be my cock tomorrow.”
He helped her step into the belt and eased the toys inside her.
“Stop holding your breath. Relax,” he said.
She didn’t know if she could relax, but she did manage to start breathing again, slowly in and out, letting out a sharp hiss at the pain. She whimpered plaintively as the lock clicked into place, feeling somehow claustrophobic from the double penetration she couldn’t escape.
He kissed her on the mouth, his hand holding the back of her neck. “Such a sweet little whore. Tomorrow I’ll make you come over and over for me. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for a chastity belt to get a break.”
She just stared at him, sure her mouth hung open like a fish. But then he winked at her. The birds kicked up a racket when they reentered the bedroom. Lindsay covered their cages, causing them to fall quiet.
He gave her a cup of water and her pill. She took it without complaint.
“Get in.” He pointed to the side of the bed he wanted her on. Vivian pulled back the mosquito netting and slipped underneath the covers. When he curled behind her, she looked over her shoulder to find his cock pressed against the belt. She squirmed, unable to forget the sensations below her waist. Afraid she’d never fall asleep like this.
“Be still,” Lindsay said.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Lie on your stomach.”
She obeyed, and he began to lightly rub her back, giving her something else to focus on. The soothing feeling went on forever, and just before she fell asleep she thought she might have already fallen a little bit in love with the doctor.
Vivian woke to an insistent mouth latched around her nipple and a hand pressed hard against the chastity belt. Lindsay’s fingertips were stroking the insides of her thighs, sending flames of desire licking at her covered clit.
Her dreams had been peaceful. Sunshine, waterfalls, birds, and rolling meadows. Pretty puffy clouds floating overhead forming naughty little shapes in the sky. She moaned, as she came more fully awake under his ministrations.
“I’m going to let you use the bathroom, and we’re going to shower first.”
“I thought Gabe . . . ”
His hand came down in a hard smack on her thigh. “I made arrangements with Gabe. When you are with me, I own your ass. Do you understand? There is no one else but me and my cock in this room.”
Her eyes widened and she started to cry. “Yes, Sir.”
Lindsay’s lip pulled back in a snarl. “Don’t give me tears. I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” It wasn’t the pain. It was the fact that one punishment was about to be over, and she’d already pissed off another one of them. She couldn’t explain why, but she cared deeply when they were displeased with her.
He didn’t bathe her like Gabe. It wasn’t a seduction. Showering was a perfunctory experience, one that took time away from the other activities he’d rather be engaged in.
She felt almost violated from the way he washed her. Like a thing. When his soapy fingers moved into her asshole, the place he intended to use very soon, she cringed at the intrusion. It suddenly became clear this wasn’t just about rushing through a shower so he could fuck her. He was still angry.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He grunted in response.
“Please . . . I want to make it up to you.”
A beat of silence and then a sharp laugh that sent a chill skittering down her spine. “Oh. You will. Believe me.”
That made her more afraid of him. Afraid enough that she felt compelled to diffuse the situation. “I wasn’t expressing disappointment that Gabe wasn’t going to shower with me this morning. I just thought that was the arrangement.” Then her voice came out a little softer because she wasn’t brave enough to say it anymore loudly. “I want you.”
He turned her to face him and stared into her eyes for a few moments. “It doesn’t matter if you want me or not. You’re my fuck toy for the day, and you’ll do as I say.”#p#分页标题#e#
She might have started crying again if she hadn’t seen his face. It betrayed him. His words were to maintain control of the situation. Perhaps it didn’t matter if she wanted it or not, he’d have her anyway. But judging from the look in his eyes, he wanted her to want everything he did.
Lindsay shut off the water, passed her a towel, then dried himself with another. Without a word, he ushered her into the bedroom and pressed the button on the wall, making the rain come down. He removed the covers from the birdcages, and they started chirping and ruffling their feathers.
The African Gray started squawking, “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Oh, God yes, harder.”
Vivian didn’t know whether to laugh or be mortified. Probably the only thing the parrot knew was dirty talk from the things he’d heard in this room.
“Shut up, Ralph. I’m not in the mood,” Lindsay said.
“In the mood,” Ralph repeated.
Lindsay snorted and covered the parrot’s cage. The bird squawked and bitched and ruffled his feathers some more, then finally settled.
Vivian silently vowed she wouldn’t call out anything during sex, no matter what the doctor did to her, for fear she or someone else would hear Ralph, the pervy African Gray, mimic it back.
“Are you scared, my lovely little whore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I like that. I want you to go stand under the rain, and step back from the wall enough so you can bend all the way forward. Use the wall for support.”
She took a deep breath and did what he asked. The water was warm as he’d promised, like standing in the middle of a rainstorm during the hottest cloudy day of the summer.
She clenched involuntarily when his cock prodded at her ass. He smacked her, the sting sharper with her skin wet.
“Open.”
He sighed when she remained frozen. Two lubed fingers massaged her opening. Her nerve endings flared to life, and she pressed against him. He took it as a cue to slide fingers inside.
She whimpered and relaxed as he slowly finger-fucked her.
“Listen to me, Vivian. My cock isn’t much bigger than the toy you slept in. You took the toy just fine, and you’ll take me just fine. I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not the point of the exercise. I’m training you to like this, not be terrified of it for the rest of your life.”
She nodded, relaxing a little more. A few moments later, he removed his fingers and eased himself into her. The pain was short-lived as she accommodated his size.
“Are you all right?”
That was all it took to release the flood gates. “Yes, Sir,” she said through tears.
He didn’t comment. Maybe he’d come to accept that nearly everything made her cry for one reason or another. He caressed her back as he used her, and she found herself moving, fucking herself on him.
“Such a dirty little anal slut.”
She panted, pressing her hands harder against the wall as he rode her.
“Touch yourself. I want you to make yourself come. I want to feel you spasm and grip my cock like a good whore.”
He could have fucked her with just his words and had her coming if he spoke like that for much longer. She moved her fingers between her legs and started rubbing.
A couple of minutes later he said, “Now. Vivian. Come now.”
She wasn’t sure if it was her fingers or his words, but she spiraled out of control at his command, sinking into an orgasm so strong she would have fallen if not for his hand wrapped around her waist, holding her steady.
“Keep going,” he growled when she was about to stop. “Ride it out, as long as you can.”
Her fingers obeyed him, dragging the orgasm past the point she thought she could stand it as he released inside her. Then he pulled her away from the wall and brought her to the floor with him. They laid together for awhile, neither speaking as their breathing came back to normal.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said finally, still stupid-happy from her orgasm.
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Oh, you will be having many of those today.”
He got up, leaving her sprawled on the carpet. Vivian couldn’t bring herself to move, and he didn’t ask her to. She watched as he got dressed in the designer clothes he always wore.
The distinguished gray at his temples and the little lines in the corners of his eyes only made him more attractive. He stared pointedly at her ass as he picked up his belt and looped it through the buckles. She knew he must be thinking about whipping her with it, and the thought sent a flutter of anticipation through her. He sat on the edge of the bed and put on socks and a pair of shiny dress shoes.#p#分页标题#e#
“Come here,” he said.
She rolled over, her strength still not back, and forced herself to crawl the few feet to him.
He pointed at his shoes. “Thank me properly.”
She bent and kissed the leather while he petted her hair. Then he wedged his foot in between her legs. Without thinking, she started to grind against him.
“Such a greedy little slut.”
She stopped and looked up at him, unsure if she was in trouble for being so brazen.
He chuckled. “Go ahead, finish what you started, but know that I’m going to make you clean it up when you’re done.”