64
Lindsay strode into the mansion just after nine o'clock. He'd again had dinner in the city. This time when he reached his suite on the second floor, Shannon was waiting where he told her to be. She was naked except for the chastity belt, kneeling in the middle of the room, facing the door with her legs spread wide, her gaze cast down at the ground, palms up on her thighs.
He wasn't sure how long she'd waited like this, but when she realized the door had opened, she quickly glanced up to see it was him. She slowly crawled over and pressed her lips against the soft Italian leather of his shoes. Then she resumed her former kneeling position beside him.
“Master,” she said quietly.
Lindsay let out a harsh breath. Somehow training the other girls to do this hadn't had the same effect as when it was directed at him from someone who was completely and truly his.
“I see you've read the manual. Did you read all of it?”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
She looked flushed and turned on. Her sweet little cunt had been filled all day long waiting for him to ease her need.
“Did Gabe put more of the cream on throughout the day?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Lindsay hadn't bothered to tell her that had been part of his evil plan. Any time the belt came off, before it went back on, he'd told Gabe to put a generous amount of the arousal cream on her.
“And when was the last time he rubbed the cream into your pussy?”
“H-half an hour ago. He said I should be ready for your use when you got here.”
Her face turned a lovely dark pink at that admission.
Lindsay felt the dark smile curve his lips. Gabe was a very good friend. He hadn't been that specific about the arousal cream schedule, but knowing the cream was currently driving her to madness was a bonus. And the fact that despite what it must be doing to her, she was following protocol? Well, Lindsay was a stupid son of a bitch for not claiming her sooner.
“And during one of these intimate moments with Gabe, did you try to entice him to get you off?” he asked.
She looked up, a guilty expression painted across her face. Well, no one was perfect.
“I see. So then a punishment is also in order.”
“Master, please. I'm sorry.”
“I know, kitten. But I still have to punish you. Tell me what you did. I want details. And look at me when you tell me.”
Her gaze rose to his. “I-I rubbed against him. I begged him to fuck me. I begged him to let me touch myself.”
“And did he let you come?”
She shook her head. “No, Master.”
“Good.” He took her hands in his and helped her stand.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
Lindsay leaned in close to her ear, “It will hurt, but I will never harm you.” He pressed his lips to the curve where her delicate neck met her shoulder—the neck a collar would be locked around very soon. “You need a strict master. You feel safest inside tighter bonds. I remember all our sessions in my office in the city. Everything you told me. I know what you need, kitten, and I am all in.”
He heard the breath hitch in her throat and pulled back to see the desperate need shining out from her eyes. Part of it was the cream and the arousal he'd tormented her with all day in his absence. Part of it was her unconscious admission that what he'd just said was the absolute truth. She did need the bars to be secure.
He knew her perhaps better than any other man could ever know her because inside the warm bubble of doctor/patient confidentiality all those years ago, she'd told him deeply personal things he knew she wouldn't have allowed herself to tell anyone else. Even someone who owned her. And he knew this because within the safety of his office she'd admitted she hadn't told her last master everything inside her soul. She'd held things back. Lindsay was the only man who knew it all.
He took the key from his pocket, unlocked the chastity belt, and helped her out of it. She just whimpered as the dildo slid out of her pussy. He knew she regretted the loss of being filled with it even as she hadn't been able to get herself off all day with it inside her.
Lindsay didn't touch her, not yet. He wanted to drag out her torment some more. He went to the closet and took out a long red silk robe and helped her into it. He wouldn't parade her around the house naked when he knew how it upset her for others to see her scars. He tied the sash securely around her waist and led her down to the main level.
They passed a small group of girls whispering curiously. Everyone in the house knew Shannon was his now, and apparently it was becoming the subject of gossip and endless speculation. He shot them a dark look, and they immediately went still and quiet. He turned his attention back to Shannon and guided her to one of the playrooms.
These rooms weren't set up for punishment, though there were a few whipping implements hanging on the wall of the room he took her to.
She'd been brave when he'd taken her to Brian's dungeons that first night, but Lindsay didn't want to risk traumatizing her by taking her there all the time—especially not now, when it was still early enough that Brian would be awake and might be using one of those rooms himself. If they were to pass each other in the hall, Lindsay wasn't sure how she would react.
He led her into the playroom and turned the deadbolt on the door, locking them in together. She spun at that, watching him warily, waiting for whatever was coming next, no doubt reminding herself over and over inside her mind that he wasn't Brian.
Tonight he'd brought her to the room they used to stage dirty photos and video for prospective buyers. Lindsay's pants tightened uncomfortably as he remembered making the videos of Shannon the day before Brian had nearly killed her. He'd been the one behind the camera that day, giving her direction as she seduced the men who would put in bids to put a collar around her throat.
He'd found himself almost unbearably jealous of whoever would buy her. He'd wanted to keep the videos for himself and never let another soul see them, never let anyone else buy her. But after Brian had hurt her, Lindsay couldn't bring himself to watch them again. There was too much footage of her unmarred back. It was too harsh a reminder of how she'd been destroyed.
He shook the memories away and turned his focus back to Shannon, but the look on her face said she remembered the last time they were in this room together, too.
“I wanted to be yours that day,” Shannon said almost wistfully as if she weren't his now. But he understood where the wistfulness came from. Things could have been so much different between them. If he hadn't been such a fool. He should have taken her for himself that day. He'd been so close to doing it, so close to saying to hell with the rules and protocols of the house. To hell with the profit. He'd wanted her more than the money. He'd thought perhaps in a few days he'd be able to bring himself to just take what he wanted. He'd just needed a day or two to sort out his feelings, to make a definite decision. But then everything had changed, and it was too late.
“Have you been in this room since the day we filmed?”
She shook her head. “I've been in the other playrooms, but not this one.”
He watched her carefully, studying her every movement, waiting to see if she'd fall apart, if she'd cry her pretty tears and beg him. Suddenly the last thing he wanted to do was punish her for anything. It wasn't as though he was genuinely pissed off about her begging Gabe for release. Of course she would beg. Lindsay had tormented her all day by proxy. He would have been concerned if she hadn't pushed the limits.