He came with a guttural sound, his hand catching some of his spendings. He raised the hand to her mouth, and she languidly licked it clean.
He smiled. “Good girl.”
She felt on fire from that look. She so desperately needed to come, but she knew he didn't have time right now.
When they got out of the shower, Lindsay wrapped a towel around his waist and then took a second one and carefully dried her. He led her back into the bedroom where for the first time she noticed he'd put something on the dresser while she'd been fake sleeping earlier.
A chastity belt. The kind they used for training at the house with a thick metal phallus attached to the inside of it.
“I told you, you would not be handling your own orgasms from here on out. Gabe already has the key. You will let him know when you need to use the facilities, but if you try to touch yourself while taking care of that business, there will be a punishment waiting for you.”
She eyed the contraption warily. “Master, I-I can't. You can't put that inside me. I'm too sore from last night.”
A raised eyebrow.
“Master, please. It will hurt.”
He bent to whisper in her ear. “Good. You ran from me. You made me chase you.”
“You liked it.”
He chuckled. “I like you.”
She flushed with pleasure at that. “Please...” she tried again.
“I'll make it easy on you. Sit on the dresser and spread your legs.”
She did so, afraid she knew where this was going. And she was right. A few moments later he was rubbing the arousal cream between her legs to make her wet so she could take what he planned to keep shoved inside her all day.
He lubed the metal phallus while he waited for the cream to take effect.
Minutes later, she whimpered.
“Oh good. You're ready.” He helped her into the chastity belt, firmly seating the phallus inside her. Pain was soon dwarfed by arousal.
She gripped his arms and gasped at the feeling of fullness and absolute need that swamped her. She straddled his thigh and tried to rub herself to no avail. He locked the belt in place.
Then he got dressed as if he hadn't just locked her into a chastity belt. Or as if she hadn't just bucked against his leg like some wild animal in heat.
“Be glad I'm not using the one with the vibrator,” he said, slipping his tie around his neck with practiced ease. He opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a black binder and tossed it on the bed.
“I expect you to have read that cover to cover when I get home tonight. I want everything from you. The full protocol. I'll be home by nine. I want you waiting for me this time. Exactly like you know I'll want you.”
Shit. She'd read bits of the training manual before. The standards that they trained all the girls with. Somehow when he'd bought her, it hadn't occurred to her that she was getting the full and complete treatment... that he would demand the protocol. She wasn't even sure that Annette and Mina did all that. And she was certain Julie didn't.
Something clenched low inside her gut.
“Oh come on, kitten. We've both waited far too long for this to phone it in. You want the full protocol. I know you. Tell me I'm wrong.”
But she couldn't. Because he wasn't wrong. She wanted everything in the same deeply twisted way that he did. She just couldn't believe she was getting it.
She'd never seen this side of Lindsay. She was pretty sure no one in the house had seen this side of Lindsay.
“How have you not taken someone for yourself before now?” she asked. If his needs went this deep how could he just casually play with people?
“You were too broken, and you were the one I wanted.”
What did one even say to that? Some part of her still wanted to hate him. It was far too soon to start falling, or forgiving him, but she didn't have it in her just now. And what she did have in her was far too distracting for deep angst-filled thoughts.
“Come here, kitten.”
When she went to him, he pulled her into an embrace and kissed the side of her throat. “Be good. I'll see you tonight.”
And then he was gone.
Shannon gripped the edge of the dresser and leaned against it. The cream was driving her crazy, and there was nothing that would ease it.
Bastard.
She got dressed in some of the casual workout clothes the girls all wore around the house and tried to get herself together enough to go down for breakfast. She felt disheveled but there was no amount of primping that was going to fix it.
She raised her shirt and looked again in the mirror at the scars she'd spent so much time trying not to look at. How could she want Lindsay with... this? He was right, though. He hadn't created the marks, and as impossible as it was for her to believe, he wanted her. He'd made that pretty explicit when he'd ravaged her like a rutting beast the previous night against the wall.
She pulled the shirt back in place and went downstairs, suppressing a smile.
The cafeteria was already full when she got there. She carefully avoided looking at the space under the giant wall clock where she'd been fucked raw only a few hours ago.
Shannon got a tray and her normal sausage and eggs and coffee and went to join Mina, Annette, and Julie at their table.
They called it the Lifer Table—the table for the ones who belonged to one of the men of the house. The permanent residents.
“So,” Mina said conversationally when she sat down, “I'm told he bought you. I would say I told you so, but...”
Shannon could barely focus on her food and she surely couldn't be bothered with Mina's gentle teasing because the combined effects of the cream and the thick metal shaft inside her was about to drive her over the edge. She tried to subtly rock forward in her chair. If she could just...
“Yeah, that won't work,” Annette said.
“What won't work?” Shannon asked, pretending innocence.
“The chastity belt, you can't get yourself off that way. You're just going to have to wait until he gets home and then hope he has mercy on you.”
“I'm not wearing a...” she protested.
“Yes you are. You think you're the only one who's tried that move? You can't fuck yourself on it. It's already inside you.”
Despite all the sexual things she'd done with Annette, she felt herself blush at her words all the same.
“You could sneak the key from Gabe, and then we could...” Shannon said.
Annette laughed. “As much as I would like to play with you today, if I helped you escape your master's torments, Anton would have my ass. I know better than to interfere.”
Shannon didn't know how the hell she was going to focus on reading the training manual or how she would remember anything it said.
She glanced over at Julie studiously buttering a croissant. They were all sure she was doing kinky stuff with Gabe. He was her master after all. But she was very shy and never talked about it.
Shannon suddenly felt watched. She looked up to see Brian standing at the other end of the room, staring at her, his expression inscrutable. She hadn't had this much of his undivided attention since that day. She'd hoped he'd somehow forgotten about her, but the look he gave her suggested a new interest. She shuddered and broke his gaze.