Jack seemed indignant at being ordered around. What did he think the word job meant? These young men had no work ethic. It seemed to Lindsay that this new batch of trainers had come in with the mistaken notion that they were to get paid to receive blow jobs all day. Certainly they would receive frequent blow jobs from the girls at the house, but that wasn't the point. And it wasn't the only thing they were here to do.
“Well?” Lindsay asked. “That wasn't a rhetorical question. Did I tell you you could stop?”
“No,” Jack grated out.
“No, Sir,” Lindsay corrected. The owners weren't about to put up with this sort of disrespect from the trainers. They were being paid well for a job that was every young man's wet dream. And they would do it without a fucking attitude or the consequences would make them regret ever crossing paths with Anton.
“No, Sir,” Jack ground out before turning his attention back to Shannon's pussy.
Lindsay's pet had spent the last two hours being thoroughly pleasured by all five of the new trainers, Jack being the last to have his turn at her. Lindsay decided this much pleasure made up for the nasty business of the cane. He had set her up after all. It was the entire point of the lesson plan. Set her up to displease him, punishment, then pleasure training, as much for Shannon as for the men.
While she might be amazing at giving head, she sometimes held herself back when receiving. And that just didn't work for him. A couple of hours of the constant attention of warm eager tongues between her legs had caused her to loosen up to his satisfaction.
“Finger-fuck her,” Lindsay said, almost a growl, his own erection straining again against his jeans.
Jack pushed two fingers inside her and she pushed back, fucking herself on his fingers, unable to wait for his speed to catch up to how deep she liked it.
“Withdraw and make her beg you to go deeper.”
Jack pulled back.
Lindsay turned to Shannon. “Kitten, we are not going to develop bad habits in here. If you want someone to go deeper, you beg sweetly, you do not try to do it yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered. Then she turned to Jack, “Please, Sir, deeper.”
Jack thrust his fingers inside her to the hilt and moved them deep inside her. She moaned and gripped the sheets, bucking and squirming against him once more.
“Mouth on her clit, now,” Lindsay demanded.
Jack suckled her clit while she continued to thrash and whimper beneath his ministrations.
As soon as this guy was finished making her come, Lindsay was going to fuck her again. He needed to bury himself inside the wetness created by so many different tongues and fuck his wanton little slut into oblivion. She'd better come for him when he fucked her this time to make up for the insult of faking her orgasm the first time. It didn't matter that he'd set her up. And it didn't matter that he'd needed her to fall into that set-up for his lesson plan to work. She should have known better. She did know better.
He wondered where on earth Anton had found these new trainers and if they fully understood what they'd signed on for. If they breathed a word about the house, the house would know, and then Brian and Mina would go out on a clean-up mission and erase them and anyone they'd spoken to from the face of the earth. The gleam Lindsay had caught in Brian's eyes earlier at the fresh meat trainers made it clear that he was dying for some carnage.
The new trainers had been instructed to leave their cell phones in a box at the front door on arrival. There was no recording or photography allowed inside the house and they would be escorted well beyond the gates each day before their phones were returned to them.
But that wasn't the main reason the phones had been taken today. While the trainers were down here pleasuring his pet, Brian was installing listening and tracking spyware onto their phones. If any of them said anything to anyone about the house while that phone was anywhere with them—and what man in his early twenties went anywhere without his phone anymore?—Brian would know about it, and that man would be a dead man.
So these guys better take everything at this house seriously. Otherwise, they'd just payed a very high price to play with some well-trained sluts.
Shannon screamed out her release, but Jack wouldn't let her go. He kept going until she begged him to stop.
“Are you going for extra credit?” Lindsay asked, amused.
“No, Sir, just doing the job properly,” Jack said, getting up and giving Shannon a smirk. “I'll see you, later, kitten.”
Lindsay grabbed the cane off the bed and slammed it down on Jack's bare arm. The man howled and held his arm like a wounded animal.
“What the fuck?” he shouted.
“What the fuck is right,” Lindsay said. “You will see her if I want you to see her and at no other time. She's mine. And nobody calls her kitten but me. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” he said, angrily rubbing at the mark. A red welt had already formed along the length of his forearm.
“Yes, what?” Lindsay said, raising the cane again, happy to deliver more.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Lindsay said with a patronizing smile. “Now go upstairs with your friends.”
Jack stomped off out of the dungeon room and slammed the door behind him. Lindsay turned to find Shannon staring after him, eyes wide.
Then she busted out laughing.
“Never thought you'd see me cane a man, I'll bet,” Lindsay said, smiling down at her.
“Never in a million years,” she agreed.
Lindsay untied her wrists and ankles, rubbing them gently. “Kitten we're going to need to put something on these. You chafed yourself struggling.”
“I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't help it.”
He pressed a kiss to each of her wrists. “I know.” He flipped her to her hands and knees and smacked her ass. “Don't move.”
“Master, please, I'm exhausted. I can't take anymore.”
“You'll take what I give you. Besides, you owe me an honest orgasm while I'm inside you for the one you lied about.”
He stripped off his jeans. Shannon gasped when his hard erection thrust inside her. He felt her tight little cunt grip him immediately as if it were happy to see an old friend. He waited for her to adjust to him and then he slowly began to fuck her, his body rocking with hers until she moaned and cried out, bucking her hips against him, begging him for more even though she'd begged for it all to stop only moments before.
After so much stimulation, it only took a minute for the pulsing flutters to start inside her, and then the moans. Lindsay snaked one hand underneath her and smiled when he felt her erect nipples as she came for him again, appeasing him for her earlier indiscretion.
67
Shannon had started to appreciate Lindsay's pet name for her. It was appropriate. No longer did it feel like a mockery. She was beginning to truly feel like his pampered pet. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. And he gave her everything. Luxuries, comforts, pleasure, dominance, control, boundaries. Safety. She might be starting to fall in love with him.
It had been several weeks since the encounter with Damian Brand at the office, and although Shannon was very happy with Lindsay, she found herself strangely missing him. At the time, it had seemed like she'd be seeing him again, and soon. But weeks had passed and the subject hadn't been brought up again. Had Lindsay decided he wasn't into sharing her after all? He seemed to have no problem passing her between the trainers.