Red Handed(15)

She shuffled across the room to the window and rested her forehead against the cold glass. Her room faced the back of the mansion, where Cole’s property seemed to stretch for miles. As far as she could see, white snow blanketed everything. Still, she made out the pattern of a kidney-shaped swimming pool and a basketball court off to its left. In the distance, she spotted a gazebo.

The yard’s brightness surprised her. Before today, she’d never experienced snow, having spent most of her days in the desert, except for trips to the ocean or Europe, which were always taken during summer vacation. She’d thought the sky would remain gray like when she’d arrived, but it was as blue and clear as the Mediterranean Sea in Nice, France.

She shivered. The beauty outside her window was all an illusion. She didn’t dare forget the frigid temperature or the biting winds. It would prove as dangerous as the middle of the Arizona desert in August.

Sighing, she turned away and got to work unpacking. Other than her toiletries, the kidnappers had permitted only a pair of black pants and a light sweater, so it didn’t take more than a minute before she’d emptied her suitcase.

Then she settled on the bed with her trainee application and books. The bed was as soft as it had looked, and she couldn’t help but lay her head on the pillow. Her eyes fluttered shut and she blinked, making herself stay awake. Maybe reading about sex would help. She opened up the first book and started to read.

The room grew dim as the sun set, the light turning gray and snow falling from the sky. She attacked the application, checking off boxes and answering questions she’d never thought she’d ever have to answer. In fact, before today she hadn’t known some of these kinks existed. A couple she had to look up on her cell phone’s web browser.

She didn’t get off on pain and doubted she could handle anything more intense than the spanking she’d received earlier. Still, she marked light beatings as a soft limit, figuring she may be able to tolerate items that didn’t create too much pain.

Age play and humiliation were definitely hard limits for her, as well as anything to do with bodily fluids.

Then there were the other questions. The ones that made her heart beat a little faster and her breathing quicken. Bondage. Sensation play. Some of the role play. Multiple partners.

And most confusing, public sex.

It was difficult enough to wear lingerie and corsets in public, but nudity? Although she’d been fighting the urges to expose herself since as long as she could remember, she didn’t even undress in a locker room. Too self-conscious about her weight, she preferred the privacy of the bathroom stall.

But she couldn’t deny her pussy grew wet at the idea of others watching her have sex. Her entire body tightened, and, now lying on her stomach, she realized she was grinding her pelvis into the mattress. With a bit of apprehension, she checked “yes” to several of the items on the list, including multiple partners and public sex.

Chewing on the pencil’s eraser, she continued answering the questions until there was a knock on her door. She quickly sat up and swallowed hard. “Come in.”

Gracie sauntered into the room, this time wearing a white plastic-looking tube top and matching skirt that barely covered her ass. In fact, if she bent over, Danielle would see more than she wanted. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her long ponytail swishing back and forth. “Master Cole has asked me to bring you to the dungeon tonight.”

“I thought I had to wait for my first safety class.”

“Yes, that’s generally the rule, but it’s not my role to question Master Cole’s orders. If you’re hungry, we can join the other slaves in the dining room for dinner; otherwise, I brought a sandwich, candy bar, and bottled water for you.” She held out a little brown lunch bag. “I’ll help you get dressed, and we can go downstairs to the basement before it gets too crowded. The first time in a sex club can be a tad overwhelming.”

Honestly, she’d hoped to have a quiet dinner and get a night’s sleep before her first experience in the dungeon of Benediction, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious. She snatched the bag from Gracie’s outstretched hand. “What do I wear?”

Gracie squealed and jumped up and down, clapping. “What you’re wearing now is perfect. I’ll do your hair and makeup while you eat.”

She sat on the edge of the bed. A strange feeling came over her, like she had a lump in her throat. Without her mom or close girlfriends, she hadn’t had anyone to share these kinds of activities.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” Gracie hopped on the bed, settling behind Danielle. “I’m not sure where to take you first.”