But she couldn’t help it. He pulled his hand away, leaving her whimpering. The glass toy he thrust inside her next was long and wide, with large ridges. He fucked her without mercy, knowing exactly how to angle the toy to torment her the most. His mouth was next to her ear when he growled, “Don’t come. Warn me first.”
She nodded, biting her lip against the onslaught. He used his other hand to manipulate her clit. She was tempted to try to have a little orgasm. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. But he would notice. And then she’d be punished in front of everyone, including the bitch who’d busted her lip.
That thought killed her libido enough so she could think straight again. “I’m close,” she said.
He stopped.
“Tell me little slut, does your cunt belong to you?”
“No, Sir.”
The flogger cracked over her back, and she cried out.
“Who does it belong to, then?”
“The house,” she gasped.
He stopped completely for a moment. No words. No flogging. Just an agonizing suspension of nothing and blackness. For one insane moment she thought she’d died, and the oblivion had taken her, but she still felt the fabric covering her eyes. Then a sharp laugh rang out, bouncing against the walls.
“I think you’re a lot smarter than you let on, Vivian. I expected you to say it belonged to me. I thought we’d have to go through about five successive questions before you got the right answer.” He caressed her back as he spoke. “Who does your body belong to, slut?”
“The house, Sir.”
She flinched as the flogger came down on her again.
“And what are you?”
She thought back to the words Anton had said to her at Dome, the words that had gone straight to her pussy and had made her ache with the need to be stroked to soothe away the feeling they’d caused. She paraphrased them now.
“I’m a series of warm holes meant for the house’s pleasure.”
He kissed the shell of her ear, then whispered, “Very good girl. I envy the man who buys you, you know.”
She flushed with pleasure at the praise, and no longer gave a shit what that said about her.
He alternated between pleasure and pain, taking her to the brink, where she had to fight and claw to keep from falling over the edge of the cliff, then into a deeper pain each time he went to work on her with the flogger. She wasn’t sure if he was increasing the force he put behind the blows or if her skin had become so tender that everything hurt more. She felt as if she’d left her body, like she was floating in a different orbit than the one she normally existed in. The sensation both scared and excited her.
Vivian wasn’t sure how much time had passed like this. It seemed like hours, days even. He stopped all at once, and suddenly, without every sensation being focused on her back or pussy, she could feel the pain in her arms again as she hung from the chains. And truly she was hanging. Without the strong chains holding her up, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
In testament to this, when Gabe unlocked her wrists, she dropped to her knees, her cheek resting on the floor. Every part of her was exhausted, limp, achy. A part of her was more satisfied than she’d ever felt before, but another part was so consumed with the need for orgasm that she couldn’t stop the wracking sobs as they tore out of her.
Gabe didn’t comment. He unlocked the cuffs around her ankles, and checked them and her wrists for damage.
“Wiggle your fingers and toes for me.”
She did.
“Good girl. Now roll onto your back. I know you can’t hold yourself up right now.”
She rolled over, praying he would finally let her come. The cool concrete was a balm to her heated skin.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. Please please please let me come.
Though she couldn’t see him, she felt his strong presence as he stood over her. She imagined he must be looking down, his arms crossed over his chest as he admired the results of his work.
“I’m not sure. I want to be sure. Stay,” he said.
As if she had the power to go anywhere. She had no idea how she’d manage to get out of the dungeon as it was. His boots thudded across the floor back to the big box of torture devices. She held her body rigid as he rifled through the contents of the chest, fearing what awful thing he might bring back with him.
Moments later he was rubbing a cream on her clit, the same one Anton had used at Dome. Her need climbed to an even higher peak than before. It took every ounce of willpower not to move her hands between her legs, even though she knew he was watching, and she’d just be punished again.
Then he was pulling something hard over her legs and locking it in place. Her pussy was covered now with something so unyielding, she couldn’t have gotten off no matter what she did. She let out a little sob, half anguish that he wasn’t finished torturing her and half relief it wouldn’t require her to use self-control she was no longer physically capable of.
“I told you I didn’t want to have to put a chastity belt on you, Vivian. But we do what we must. Your punishment will be over in the morning. If you have to go to the bathroom, let one of us know and we’ll take you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Even after everything he’d done to her, and maybe because of it, she wanted to snuggle up next to him. She wanted to kneel at his feet and lay her head on his lap as he pet her hair. The only thing she could feel, beyond the relentless awareness of her arousal, was her need to please him. To submit.
She felt a brief sense of dizziness as Gabe unexpectedly scooped her up and carried her to her room. He laid her on the bed, took off the blindfold, and brushed her hair back from her face. “Rest, lover. I’ll wake you for dinner.”
She nodded as her eyelids drooped, and despite the incessant, throbbing need, sleep claimed her.
In her dream she was running down a long hallway with many doors. A dragon chased fast on her heels. If she could just get through one of the doors, she’d be safe. They were too small for the dragon. Even if he could tear down the wall to continue the chase, it would give her a head start. She could hide.
But every possible escape was locked to her. She finally ran out of hallway, with one final exit ahead. The basement door of her house. But Michael kept that door locked. She reached out anyway, desperate.
The doorknob clicked open in her hand. As she pushed it, she could see a light at the bottom of the stairs and a shadow moving below. Michael?
She gripped the rail of the stairway, but before she could get to safety, the dragon’s claw wrapped around her ankle, dragging her back down the hall. She screamed for help, but the basement door slammed, shutting out her cries. Everything tilted and suddenly the door was above her. Her hands scrabbled for purchase as she struggled against the monster. But there was nothing to stop her descent. The floor was too perfect, too polished.
The dragon picked her up and tossed her down a hole, and she was in a free fall.
Vivian jerked awake from the falling sensation, still screaming. She cowered away when she spotted Gabe, Anton, and Lindsay standing over her bed. Her conscious mind may have accepted her situation, even craved parts of it, but the banshee still struggled in her sleep, trying to shake Vivian up and make her fight harder, or at all.