“Yes, Master.”
“And vinegar.” He’d asked that last part more to let Phyllis know it wasn’t for him in case she got some wild idea to spit in it or poison it.
Anton tugged the leash and led Annette down the hallway to the game room. Gabe sat in one of the chairs watching Brian, who sat on the couch playing a video game.
Brian wasn’t exactly playing according to the rules. He’d left normal game play and was just running people over with his car and then getting out and shooting them if they got up. Every cop in the game seemed to already be on his ass. By this point, there were three police helicopters and several tanks of military-garbed police shooting at Brian’s character.
“I’m in god mode,” Brian said to explain why he wasn’t dead yet. “Hang on. I’m gonna steal this guy’s tank and run him over with it. That’s right. Cry like a little bitch!”
Anton sat next to Brian on the sofa. “Kneel like I taught you, kiska,” he said.
He turned his attention back to Brian. “Do you want to race?”
“Same stakes?”
“Same stakes.”
They’d finished the first race when Phyllis walked in with Annette’s food. Brian slammed the one hundred dollar bill Anton had lost the last time back into his hand.
“Put it on the ground next to her,” Anton said.
Phyllis sat the plate and glass of water down on the ground. “You are a disgusting piece of shit for treating her this way. Do you know that?”
“Maybe we should strip you down and punish you?” Brian said.
Her bravery evaporated at the threat, and she rushed out of the room.
When Phyllis had gone, Annette picked up one half of the submarine sandwich and took a bite, grateful to have a distraction. She knew they weren’t really paying attention to her, but she still felt watched.
“How is it?” Anton asked.
“I’ve never had black olives on a sandwich before.”
“You’ve led a sheltered life. Do you like it?”
“Yes, Master.”
He stroked her hair.
“Another game?” Brian asked.
“No, I want to hang on to my money for a while.”
“We could play for something else.”
“Such as?”
“Her.”
Annette tensed. After the previous night, she realized that not only would Anton play with other women, but he seemed inclined to pass her around, at least in a limited capacity. Brian was certainly attractive, but there was something about him that just made her skin crawl. He was the kind of man she was sure nobody was safe with.
“You’re out of your mind,” Anton said. “No way in hell.”
“I mean just to fuck, not permanently. Trust me, I don’t want to have to deal with a slave permanently. Sounds like hell.”
“And if I win, what do I get?”
“Two hundred?”
“Not today. Maybe some other time.”
Brian shrugged and switched back to his previous game.
Anton reached down and took the other sandwich half off her plate and took a bite. “Not bad,” he said, returning the rest of it to her.
As Annette ate, she thought about her time upstairs with Anton. She was starting to wonder how much of this was about her sister and how much of it was about her. Oh, she wanted Janette safe and knew she had to keep Anton satisfied to do it, but why wasn’t this more of a trauma?
Because she was a fucking human. And he was rich and hot and was paying for all her sister’s expenses and sparing both their lives when he could have just killed them both to keep things neat and tidy. And that accent. How many women could realistically resist this? Why did she want to be such a fucking martyr all the time? What was the harm in just… falling? Especially when it wasn’t like there was any realistic way out anyway.
And besides, when she saw her sister—if she saw her sister—it would be so much easier if Janette could see she was really okay. If she’d already convinced herself, it would be that much easier to convince her sister.
She felt so ashamed. But it wasn’t shame over what Anton was doing to her as much as it was shame that she was going along with it so easily. Could she picture a reality where Janette hadn’t been a pawn and she’d do this? No. She could never have just abandoned her sister without any financial support to run off with some guy for kinky sex games.
And besides, she hadn’t thought she liked kinky sex games. She’d been sure this wasn’t her thing. It had all been a lie that night at the club… hadn’t it? But the more he touched her, and the more he commanded her, the more she just kind of … fell into it.
It seemed impossible to her that only a few nights ago Anton had asked what she would do when she started to crave this enslavement. No matter how beautiful he was, she was never going to crave being his property or toy. And yet, already… here she was… craving.
The door opened, and Lindsay walked in. He glanced briefly at Annette. “This much success already?”
“She’s a good girl,” Anton said. “Very little of it is my doing. You know my history with subs. I would have committed a felony a long time ago if I thought I’d get these results. So what about the girl?”
“I’m sending her to you at the spa. She’s passed my test. Let’s see if she passes yours.”
“What does she know?” Brian asked sounding much more tense than he had just moments ago.
“Almost nothing. I said I was sending her to a kinky friend of mine who would give her a massage she’d never forget if she was game. Anton can feel her out from there.”
Anton chuckled. “Yes, I can feel her out.”
When Annette had finished the sandwich, Anton took her plate and glass and got up. “Stay,” he said. “Gabe, I’ll be back in a few; you’re in charge.”
Almost the second the door had closed, Brian reached for her.
“Brian!” Gabe snapped.
“What? What will you do if I touch her?”
“Annette, come to me,” the blond said, ignoring the bait.
Annette crawled the few feet over to Gabe and knelt next to his chair.
“No, sit here with me,” he patted his lap.
When she sat, he pulled her closer and cuddled her against him, stroking her hair.
“You’ll spoil her,” Brian said. “Anton won’t like it.”
“He said I was in charge. I’m sure he’d rather I spoil her than you destroy her.”
Brian shrugged and went back to his game.
Gabe unhooked the leash from her collar and put it on the floor beside his chair.
“Yes. Well, I’m going to do some work in my office,” Lindsay said, excusing himself. Annette wasn’t sure what to make of the older man. He’d kept a polite distance from her since she’d been at the house.
At first she’d thought the blond would just hold her, but soon Gabe began to stroke first her breasts, then her belly. Annette’s breath caught as he nudged her legs apart and slipped fingers inside her. She moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers.
There was no arousal cream involved, but it didn’t matter.
“Please,” she whimpered, wishing he’d increase his pace and let her come.