“I'm not going to hurt you,” Damian said, as they walked together.
She knew that. She did. Somehow she believed him when he said it but she couldn't help her instinctive reactions to things. Brian had altered her ability to trust the kinky things she wanted. Once she knew first hand just how real and dangerous that power could be when it was wielded over her, she'd become afraid of all the things she wanted and the people who might give those things to her.
And it didn't escape her notice that this wasn't exactly a date. Lindsay had loaned her to Damian. For his pleasure. She just didn't know what his pleasure was. Did he like giving out pain?
She quietly whimpered as he led her back to the dungeon. But it wasn't quiet enough. He noticed. At the door at the top of the stairs, Damian pulled her into his arms and petted her hair again.
“Shhhh,” he whispered. “Your master is still in control of everything. He knows where I live. What do you think he'd do to me if I hurt you?”
Shannon didn't know exactly what Lindsay would do if Damian hurt her, but the realization that he would do something, relaxed her enough to let him pull her down the stairs into the dungeon.
“Go sit on the bed.”
Shannon went and sat tentatively on the edge of the bed wondering if he was about to fuck her now, wondering if she wanted him to. Was she supposed to want him to? Would she be betraying Lindsay if she wanted Damian to fuck her? What about if she liked it? Lindsay hadn't set any guidelines or parameters except that she should obey Damian in his absence.
She watched as he took a remote from a drawer and opened a panel in the wall to reveal a large flat screen. He pulled out a keyboard and pressed a few buttons until what looked like a giant computer desktop screen was visible.
“I'm going to show you something. I want you to watch it without freaking out, and then we'll talk about some things, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, worried now about what she was about to see.
“Lindsay sent this to me a few weeks before I met you the first time at his office.” Damian clicked on a little box and a video came up, filling the screen. He turned up the volume.
Damian came and sat on the bed behind her, pulling her back against his chest as it played. It was the film she and Lindsay had made in the playroom. The punishment that had been waived because she'd agreed to the video. Or maybe the video was the punishment.
She couldn't be sure. She'd turned it over and over in her mind and still she wasn't sure what that day had been about. All she'd known was that she felt scared and exposed with the camera on her back but also strangely aroused by the fact that he was taking something so upsetting and turning it into a kink. A fetish. Eroticizing the aftermath of a terrible thing that had happened to her. And she still couldn't decide if this was good or bad. If she liked it or hated it. If it was a punishment or mercy.
But even as she'd feared he might share it, deep down she'd thought he would keep the video private.
“D-do you like to hurt women?” Shannon asked, barely able to keep the tears out of her voice. Those scars in the video were so clear, so well lit. There was no hiding anything.
“I can be a little sadistic,” he admitted, which only caused her to cry harder. But then he began to stroke her back, “but I'm not a monster. I would never give you more than you could take, and there are lines I won't cross.”
“Is that why you came to the office to meet me even after you saw my scars in the video? Because you like pain?”
“No, baby,” he said, “That's not why. I know they bother you, but I don't have strong feelings about the scars. I'm more interested in the person that emerged out of them.”
Maybe it was the vulnerability, the exposure and openness that he craved. He did have a glass house, after all. Damian's hand moved between her legs to find the evidence of her arousal as they watched the video together.
She couldn't help it. The things Lindsay said to her. The things he did to her. The fact that Damian had watched this and still wanted to come meet her and fuck her over Lindsay's desk. It did things to her.
“I came so many times from watching this,” he whispered in her ear. “I could barely stand waiting to meet you.”
When the video ended, Damian clicked the remote once to turn it off and a second time to shut the panel in the wall. He turned her toward him and stroked the side of her cheek.
Then he got out of the bed and pulled her to her feet and began to undress her.
“A-are you going to fuck me now?” she asked. But he swallowed her question with a kiss.
When he pulled back he said... “You'll know when I fuck you, there won't be a need to ask me about it. Just relax.”
She raised her arms as he pulled the soft gray shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and quietly slid them down, his lips grazing over her hips on each side as he did so. Then he removed her bra and panties until she stood before him, naked.
He took her hands and raised them over her head, guiding her to face away from him and grip the tall post at one corner of the bed.
“Don't let go of this post until I tell you.”
He began to stroke her back. But he didn't linger there. He lingered on her ass. He leaned in close, his erection pressing through his jeans, resting in the cleft. Then his fingers stroked her there. Her breath hitched.
His mouth was next to her ear when he said, “Tell me baby, has Lindsay ever fucked you here? In your ass?”
“No! Please...” She started to struggle but she didn't remove her hands from the post. Not yet.
“Shhhh,” he soothed, stroking her back again. “I'm not going to hurt you. I'm on an information gathering mission.”
When she'd settled, he asked his next question. “Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
“N-no, Sir,” she whimpered, the title slipping out easily now.
“What about toys or fingers there?”
“No, Sir.”
Damian chuckled, like he'd won the lottery. “So, what you're telling me is you're a kinky freak who somehow has a virgin ass?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Excellent,” he said, still caressing her there. “This is going to be my private entrance. No one else gets this. Only me. I'm going to turn you into the biggest anal slut.”
She started crying. “Please... no.”
“Tell me why,” he said, still speaking softly, gently next to her ear.
“I-it will hurt.”
“Not the way I do it, it won't. Look, I'm not going to just fuck your ass like a porn star. There is so much to do before we get there. And when we do, you will beg me to fuck your ass. You will whimper and plead and beg me sweetly for it. I promise I won't hurt you. But I do want to teach you and train you.”
He took her hands off the bedpost, holding them both in his own for a moment. “Come with me. We'll start with a bath, so you're clean and comfortable. This isn't meant to shame you, and it isn't meant to hurt you. Trust me. Lindsay trusts me. Do you trust Lindsay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Then trust me.”
She followed him naked up the stairs to the main floor, and then through the house with all the glass walls. Her gaze darted to each wall in turn, looking outside, searching for anyone who could see her, but they were far from the prying eyes of others.