When she did, he put her wrists and ankles in new cuffs attached to the furniture. What could he possibly be about to do with her now?
She jerked in her bonds when his hand moved between her legs.
“So, so wet,” he said. “Your sweet little cunt needs to be fucked now, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes, Master.” Oh. That was what he could do with her now.
Somehow it had slipped her awareness that in the days he’d been looking at her and touching her and ordering her to touch him, that he hadn’t fucked her yet. For the briefest glimmer of a moment she worried it would somehow remind her of Dmitri’s house. And what if it did? Wouldn’t it still be Gabe inside her and not some other man?
He leaned over her, so that his chest pressed against her back. His lips brushed her ear. “Do not come. If you think you’re about to come, you tell me immediately. If you come, I will punish you.”
“How will I know?”
“You’ll know.”
He rose off her and she heard the zipper again. Then in another moment he’d pushed himself inside her. She’d been afraid of his size, but he filled her in ways she hadn’t been aware were possible until this moment. And then he moved. It was an achingly slow tease as he drove in and out of her. His fingers interlaced with hers and then their breath began to move in concert.
His thrusts became harder and faster. The sounds emitting from his mouth became more guttural, as if he were in the process of a transformation from man to beast. Julie felt the seed of something growing inside her, a pressure that wanted to explode out of her. But she willed herself not to chase it. She wanted real release with him, but she didn’t want it as much as she wanted to please him.
Gabe gripped the back of her neck, pressing her down against the spanking horse as he came inside her.
Afterward, he uncuffed her and helped her to sit up. Something had shifted in the past few moments. Julie felt somehow more vulnerable than she’d ever felt with him before. She needed some reassurance from him, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. He’d said that he loved her, but what could that possibly mean to a man like Gabe? And wouldn’t he get bored with her?
Now that he’d had his conquest would things change? Would he grow cold? Would he move on to someone else, leaving her shattered forever?
He went around the cell, gathering up the bits of clothing and the boots that had been abandoned at various points. He brought them back to her and quietly helped her get dressed. He didn’t say anything, so she didn’t say anything, though she wanted to.
When she was dressed again, he went to the chair he’d been sitting in earlier and brought back a black box that had been sitting on the floor beside him. Inside the box was a long, thick gold chain. He attached it to her collar and started to lead her from the room.
“Where are we going?”
“Back upstairs to our room.”
She became suddenly self-conscious of the welts on her thighs that she knew could be seen with the super short mini skirt. Not that being paraded around on a gold leash wasn’t bad enough.
“But you said you wouldn’t humiliate me in public.”
“Trust me, being led on my leash is not humiliation. Every girl in this house wants to be you.”
Julie tried to avoid looking at the other girls as he led her through the foyer to the stairs that led up to the second floor, but she managed to catch one girl’s gaze. Gabe was right. That girl wanted to be her.
The moment of exposure passed quickly, and soon they were on the second level away from prying eyes. Gabe led her to their bedroom and took the leash off.
“I’ll be right back. You can take the boots off and change into something comfortable.”
She didn’t know where he was going or how long he would be gone. She felt a little abandoned. He’d just fucked her and now what? He was leaving? She took off the boots and changed into some bright blue shorts and a white T-shirt and sprawled on the bed.
A few minutes later, Gabe returned with a tray of food. It was well past dinnertime. So much had gone on that she’d forgotten to be hungry, but now she found she was ravenous. He put the tray between them on the bed and they ate. It was turkey and dressing, potatoes and gravy, green beans, and rolls tonight. And pumpkin pie.
It was nowhere close to November, but sometimes Phyllis got in a mood, and when she did, they all had an impromptu Thanksgiving. After they ate, he took the tray down. When he came back, he rubbed salve onto the welts on her thighs. They watched a movie together, and he held her.
When bedtime came, Gabe undressed her and helped her into bed, then he took out the tube of arousal cream. She inched away from his hand as he moved in to apply it.
Gabe’s expression was stern. “Open your legs and submit to me.”
Her legs fell open and he applied the cream. It seemed to start working faster this time, but that might have been because she knew what was coming. For one rebellious moment she thought perhaps she could find a way to covertly touch herself while Gabe was sleeping, but he had already anticipated her plan.
He went to the room next door for a moment and returned with a chastity belt. Attached on the inside was a large metal dildo. She lay utterly still as he put it on her, seating the metal protrusion deep inside her. By the time he’d locked it on, the arousal cream had fully activated.
Gabe turned out the light, got undressed, and got into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. She squirmed and whimpered as her pussy throbbed and pulsed against the dildo that did nothing but fill her and increase her desperation for pleasure.
He held her firm against him. “Settle down. Accept this.”
She remained still, but the cream and the dildo drove her mad for nearly an hour. By the time the torment had finally subsided, she’d drifted into a strange sleep with vivid hypersexual dreams that seemed like a mere extension of the day.
42
Three weeks of this torture went by. Every day Brian worked her hard in the gym, and then Gabe would come for her. They would shower together and then he’d take her to the dungeon or a play room. Though she dreaded the arousal cream each day, she began to crave Gabe’s cock filling her mouth and throat because she knew by the time he came, the effects of the cream would wear off.
As the days had bled into weeks, she’d become increasingly enthusiastic about sucking him off, the feelings produced by the cream drove her on until she could no longer separate out in her head whether she was genuinely turned on by servicing him, or if it was the cream. She had a feeling her response by now would be Pavlovian.
Soon her technique improved and the need for tutoring diminished. Eventually she was taking him all the way, relaxing her throat as he’d trained her. With repeated exposure, she grew to feel deliriously happy pleasuring him, each time trying to make him come just a little harder.
Each day he used various whipping implements on her and slowly trained her to accept nipple clamps and an array of bondage setups. Each day he fucked her in a rotating variety of positions, and each time she felt that if she let go a tiny bit more she could come, but he’d ordered her not to, and she didn’t want to displease him. Each night, he tortured her once more with the arousal cream and the chastity belt with the metal attachment that filled her almost as fully as he did, but which couldn’t offer her anything but frustration. And each night she finally managed to find sleep in a porn-slathered fever dream.