Brian spoke up from the bed. “She’ll be useless to me, gagged.” He pulled a little remote from his pocket and pressed a button.
Vivian jerked and spasmed in Lindsay’s arms, her eyes widening as she looked at the dark-haired man on the bed. He nodded at the metal cuff around her wrist. The one that prevented her from leaving the grounds.
“That was a low-level shock. Call for help again, and you’ll get more.”
Vivian nodded quickly. She dropped to the floor and crawled to him, a knot forming in her stomach. When she reached his feet, she waited, her eyes downcast.
“I was just with a very dirty slut who humped my boot until she came shouting my name. I’ll whip her for not using proper address later. I need you to clean them for me.”
Her eyes jerked up to meet his. A slow smile spread across his face as he nodded. “Yes, exactly in the way you think.”
When she hesitated, he ran a finger over the remote control. “Vivian, darling, I can give you much harder shocks. What you got was mild.”
The threat snapped her out of indecision. She bent and trailed her tongue over the leather, tasting the other woman’s juices. She felt Lindsay move behind her and pull down her shorts. A moment later a thin, lubed dildo was being worked slowly inside her ass.
“Relax,” he said as he guided the toy gently in and out of her. She did, and was shocked to find the sensation somewhat pleasurable. If it had just been her and Lindsay in the room, despite her general distaste for him, she could have coped. But Brian was in front of her calling her a dirty boot-licking slut, asking her to tell him how much she enjoyed shining his boots for him.
He’d started moving, and she could tell by the angle of his body and the rhythmic sound of the mattress, that he was jerking off over her. He came a few moments later as the door slammed against the wall.
She turned to see Gabe standing in the doorway, looking so livid she wanted to crawl under the bed for fear it might be directed at her. But his gaze was leveled on Brian.
“I thought I made it clear you were not to touch her,” he said, his voice so enraged it shook.
Lindsay had removed the toy from her ass, and she crawled away from both of them to Gabe, until she was leaning against his leg. His hand moved to pet the top of her head.
“Fuck, Gabe. What’s so special about this one?” Brian groused.
“She was brought here too soon. If you dumb asses push her too hard before she’s ready, she won’t be fit to sell, and Anton will have all of our heads. Now get out.”
Vivian cringed as Brian stood and zipped himself back up.
“What the fuck ever.”
Lindsay followed, but Gabe stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “You knew Brian wasn’t allowed near her.”
“I thought it would be okay if I was here. He wasn’t as extreme as he normally is.”
“That’s not the point, and you know it.”
Lindsay shrugged and left the two of them alone.
Strong arms reached under Vivian’s elbows and pulled her up. She was too numb to think as Gabe carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the closed seat, then shucked his clothes and turned on the shower.
“Get undressed and we’ll get you cleaned up.” His voice was a gentle purr that Vivian wanted to wrap around herself.
She peeled the T-shirt and shorts from her body, along with her panties, still wet from her orgasm during breakfast. She took his offered hand and climbed into the shower. He was silent as he washed Brian’s spendings from her hair. Then he soaped the rest of her, as if instinctively knowing she’d want to wipe the whole experience off her. After she was clean, he turned off the shower and plugged the tub to run hot water.
When the it was deep enough, he sat and pulled her down into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She cried softly as he stroked her hair.
“You’ll be okay,” he said.
But his reassurance only made her cry harder. “Please take me out of here. I’ll be yours. I’ll do whatever you want. Please.”
“I have nowhere to take you. I live here. I promise he won’t be allowed near you again.”
Brian had been as physically appealing as the rest of them, but he’d made her feel so dirty just by looking at her. She wasn’t sure why she would so readily submit to Gabe when Brian turned her stomach. But she felt something human in those kind, green eyes that made it feel okay.
What if Anton sold her to someone soulless like Brian? She could see herself belonging to a man like Gabe or Anton. Hell, even Lindsay’s type, she could in time grow to feel submissive feelings toward.
Gabe kissed her forehead. “Tell me what’s going on in there.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke. “What if Anton sells me to someone like Brian?”
“He won’t. He screens very carefully.”
“Well, he hired him. Does he not screen carefully for that?”
She felt Gabe’s body tense under hers and knew she’d pushed too far.
“Careful, Vivian. You already have a punishment coming from earlier this morning.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
The tension left his muscles, and he went back to petting her hair and back.
“Brian has his uses. Anton knows what he’s doing. Don’t worry.”
Even the idea in abstract form of someone owning her, paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for the privilege, should have sent her into screaming fits. But instead it settled her somehow and took away the restless feeling she’d had for so many years it had sat as a background hum.
Since things had started with Anton, the hum had grown softer. Then when she came to the mansion, it disappeared altogether, leaving a blissful silence in its place.
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” she said, her cheek resting against his pec.
“I know you don’t.”
“I don’t feel like my reactions are normal. The most normal I’ve reacted was with Brian.” Maybe Brian wasn’t all bad if he could make her feel like a normal person having the normal response to what was happening.
“I don’t want you to talk about yourself like you’re abnormal. You have certain needs, and you aren’t the only one. If you were, you’d be the only slave being trained in this house. Others have certain needs to own just like you need to be owned. We’re in the business of matching those needs up. We’re not just training you. We’re watching you, seeing how you react to various stimuli so we can match you with the right master.”
He made it sound like an online dating service. In her head she could see a list of sexual proclivities . . . likes kneeling, doesn’t like kneeling, likes being called a slut, doesn’t like being called a slut . . . She wondered if someone sat in a sterile office with a clipboard noting all this stuff down, and if she’d end up with a master like Gabe.
“Let’s get you out of here before you turn into a prune. Pruny slaves are harder to sell.”
She shouldn’t have laughed; she shouldn’t have wanted to. But in a weird way, Gabe made everything feel safe, and she wished again that he had someplace he could take her and that he wanted to.
He helped her out of the tub and dressed her in another pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
“Am I going to the gym?”