He laughed and shook his head, no doubt reading the defeat and desperation in her eyes. “If I could do it without getting in trouble, I’d ride you so hard in bed and in the dungeon, you’d beg to come back to the gym for more of this abuse. There is no reprieve with me. Eventually they’ll let me play with you, and you’ll find out.”
She was too weak to hold herself up, but he didn’t help her. He just let her crumple to the ground.
Brian walked away but came back a few moments later and shoved another glass of something in her face. “Drink this. Proteins. Nutrients. It’ll replenish the stuff you just lost. Don’t drink it too fast or you might get sick.”
She sipped the chocolate-flavored shake.
“You may leave when you’re able to leave. Or you can sit on the floor all day. I don’t care which. I’ll see you again the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow you have to rest to rebuild the muscles we tore down.”
She managed a weak “Yes, Sir” before he walked away in search of his next victim.
FIFTEEN
It was an hour before Vivian felt recovered enough to stand under her own steam and leave the gym. If she’d had the strength she would have run far from her sadistic personal trainer from hell, but all she could manage was a slow, painful walk.
She told herself every day couldn’t be this bad. She’d get used to his special brand of torture. She’d build stronger endurance. But she knew he’d only push her farther, harder, faster.
The rest of the afternoon was spent poolside. Men she’d never met, but had seen in passing, came by one at a time to lie on the lounger next to her. None of them felt compelled to strike up conversation, and none of them physically touched her.
The impersonal nature of the visits were, in her mind, worse than if they’d fondled her or taken her back to their room for some kinky slap and tickle. They merely laid next to her and pressed the little button until she came while trying not to look like she was coming. That part may have amused them the most. The fact that she was still so ridiculously shy.
Many of the other girls didn’t seem to suffer from that problem, if the situation could be judged by the woman being openly fingered by the side of the pool. Vivian shuddered, hoping that wasn’t her future. Gabe
had said it wouldn’t be, and it seemed the woman got off on being on display.
As if she’d read Vivian’s mind, the woman glanced over and winked, then tossed her head back and came with a moan.
Vivian closed her eyes and went back to trying not to look like she was aroused. Each of the men had paid her a visit by now and they were starting the rotation again. Some began fast and hard, some began slow and let it go on at that low vibration forever, waiting for a pleading look or whimper before escalating the intensity.
The dark-haired stranger lounging next to her, was one of the latter.
“You have no idea how much I want to touch you and find out just how wet you are after all the times we’ve made you come today.”
She was startled and uncomfortable by the sudden conversation. Apparently they could talk to her; they just hadn’t wanted to. That somehow made it worse. They’d wanted to use her like a toy, manipulate her like a rag doll, watch her come undone for their own personal amusement.
Vivian chose her words carefully. “Why can’t you touch me, Sir?” She hoped that didn’t sound like an invitation. As attractive and sun-kissed as he was, it was yet another person to make her feel like a whore in the ever-growing list.
“I think I could if you said I could. They don’t want to introduce you to anything too fast. They don’t want to spook you.”#p#分页标题#e#
His eyes were intense, drinking her in, and suddenly she wanted to let him touch her. If he touched her, it could only be with her consent. It felt like power. A type of power she hadn’t had since coming to the house.
She wanted to consent, to explore and experiment with this new reality. To see if she could want this on her own terms, without threat or coercion.
“Okay,” she finally said.
“Okay? Give me more than that, little one. I want to hear you beg for it.”
She glanced toward several girls splashing in the pool, and then the trainer with the wanton slut who had stripped down to nothing and was happily giving him a blow job right there in front of God and everybody.
Vivian turned back to the stranger, growing increasingly aroused. “Please Sir, I want you to find out how wet I am.”
He slid his sunglasses over his eyes and leaned back, feigning disinterest. “Hmmm. I need a more specific invitation than that or I can’t do it.”
This was the devil. This was what temptation was. Gorgeous evil wrapped in a mask of innocence and consent. And she found herself falling to his seduction. She didn’t know where the words came from, or where her sudden bravery or shamelessness had been hiding out all this time.
“Please Sir, I need your fingers inside me so you can feel for yourself what a filthy slut I am.”
He grinned, and a little dimple appeared in his cheek. He turned toward her and slid the sunglasses up to perch on the top of his head. “Much better.”
He scooted his lounger closer and shoved aside her gym shorts, panties, and the toy. One finger dipped inside her, and she moaned as it started to wriggle around.
“I’m very pleased,” he said.
Vivian couldn’t stop the rush of pleasure at those words. Even coming from a random stranger she didn’t know from Adam. She pushed her hips against him, begging for more contact. “Please . . . ”
“But people could see you,” he said in a low, teasing voice. “Whatever will they think?”
“Fuck it, I don’t care. Use me.” While the vibrator had teased and pleasured her clit to the point she’d lost count, his finger moving inside her was what she wanted right now. Penetration. Invasive, violating penetration.
He chuckled and slipped another finger in, pounding faster and harder. Vivian’s head lolled to the side as tiny tugs of pleasure pulled at her with each thrust.
“Come for me, little one. I want to watch you come from my fingers using you, not some battery-operated toy.”
She needed no more than those words of encouragement. She came undone, writhing, moaning, whimpering. When it was over, he prodded at her lips to let her suck his fingers clean, and she enthusiastically complied, sated and grateful.
Then she looked up, embarrassed to find she had attracted an audience. Gabe and Lindsay stood directly over the lounger, and a few others had been drawn to the fringes to catch a glimpse of the show.
“Jake, leave,” Lindsay said.
It was clear by now that Gabe, Lindsay, and Anton were the power players here. Everyone else appeared to answer to the three of them. She wasn’t sure what the exact hierarchy was, but it was obvious they were at the top.
Jake, the man whose name she’d just learned after she’d come, shrugged and got up. He winked at her, then slid the sunglasses over his eyes and walked away.
Gabe turned to go back inside and Lindsay held out a hand to help Vivian up. She was still sore from the gym, but allowed the doctor to lead her to his room.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked when he’d closed the door.
He didn’t answer. Instead he asked, “Did Jake force you?”
She looked at the ground. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable standing next to him, she dropped to her knees and kissed his shoes. “No, Sir.”
His fingers threaded through her hair. “No, you aren’t in trouble. You were told none of them were allowed to play with you, not that you weren’t allowed to play with them. I think no one imagined you’d initiate something, especially this early. Tell me why you did it.”
“He gave me a choice. I wanted to know what it would be like to freely submit.”
“You made a choice every time you went back to Dome.”
“That’s not the same.”
He nodded. “From now on, you are only to be with me, Gabe, or Anton unless we say otherwise.”
The unless we say otherwise hung on the air, threatening Vivian with the potential of Brian. She wanted to ask if they’d ever let him touch her, but was afraid to hear the answer.#p#分页标题#e#
Instead she simply said, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. Are you disappointed in me?”
“No, Vivian. You weren’t disobeying anyone. And I told you you’d lose all your inhibitions. This is progress.”
Lindsay spent the rest of the day fucking her and fulfilling his promise of tiring her out on orgasms. It was as if he was training her body so it didn’t know how to resist or close to pleasure. He wanted to wring every drop of it from her, and then when she thought she was wrung dry, he would start again, pushing her farther each time, until she began to internalize her own surrender and the power these men held over her body.
He ordered food for them, and it was served in the room. After she’d eaten, he went to work on her again, using her for his own pleasure, then demanding she give him hers as she orgasmed for him on demand. When they were both sated, he allowed her to sleep in the circle of his arms.
SIXTEEN
Days turned into weeks, and the banshee finally died. With each day of pleasure and rigid rules and obedience, Vivian allowed another piece of herself to drift free. Gabe commented one day on the fact that she was the least punished girl they’d ever trained and how much it pleased him. The idea of their displeasure drove her even more strongly than the threat of punishment.