He kept her hand in his, leading her off like a lover instead of a slave. And she wondered if he really was more kind and merciful than Gabe, if she could trust him not to hurt her. They traveled down a hallway until they reached a door at the end. Instantly her mind flashed to the dream, and all at once the door to Lindsay’s room created an irrational feeling of safety.
The anxiety that had swirled through her system since seeing the doctor during dinner, settled, leaving nothing in its wake but arousal. He pushed the door open and gestured for her to go inside.
The room was like nothing she’d ever seen.
“Horticulture is a hobby of mine. I like to watch and help things grow,” he said, in response to the question she knew must have burned behind her eyes.
She tried to ignore the double entendre.
“You may look around if you wish.”
So many plants. It reminded her of the restaurant in the middle of a jungle feeling she’d gotten at Dome. Orchids of every variety and size flourished in pots all over the room. There were exotic tropical flowers she wasn’t as familiar with, with lush, full blooms. The floor had a dark green carpet, thick and plush, that made her feel as if her feet were sinking in soft grass.
An imposing king-sized canopy bed stood against one wall with a duvet in the same rich shade of green. Mosquito netting hung around the outside, enclosing the bed, as if they were outdoors and subject to a flying insect threat.
Three large bird cages stood spaced evenly about the room. One held a parrot, and the other two, several parakeets. The birds stared at her, chirping away, further heightening the room’s strange and exotic feel.
Where the carpet ended, green plants and small trees in pots lined the walls in bunches. The floor beneath the plants was concrete with small drains. Vivian’s brows drew together in confusion over this design choice.
“Look at the ceiling,” he said.
Vivian looked up. Hundreds of tiny tubes protruded from the ceiling. Lindsay pressed a button on the wall, and she could hear the indoor rain as it pelted over the plants and swirled down the drains.
“This is incredible.”
He moved behind her and peeled the clothes from her body. She melted against him as his hands moved to cup her breasts and stroke over her belly. One hand dipped to press possessively against her sex over the belt.
“Tell me who this belongs to right now,” he growled.
“You, Sir.”
His mouth was still close to her ear when he said, “Tomorrow I’m going to fuck your ass against that wall while the rain comes down on us. It’ll be nice and warm. Would you like that?”
The idea of anal sex still scared the hell out of her, but he made it sound so soothing and decadent that the only thing she could do was nod and whimper, “Yes, Sir.”
He turned off the water and guided her to a large, bathroom. Candles and plants lined the wide rim of a Jacuzzi tub. An impressive Georgia O’Keefe print hung on the wall opposite from the toilet. Ordinarily a print would seem odd in a mansion. But with the dampness of the air, Vivian understood Lindsay had to make the choice between his plants and original art. It was clear where his priorities lay.
He unlocked and removed the chastity belt. “Go to the bathroom, and then we’ll sleep.” He pointed at the ceiling. “I’ll be watching to make sure you don’t touch yourself, but I won’t stand here in the room with you. Fair?”
A camera with a red, blinking light stared down at her.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stroked her cheek then left her alone.
When she finished, he returned with yet another chastity belt and something else. When she saw the tube of arousal cream in his hand, she shook her head.
“Please, Sir, don’t torture me anymore. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear.” The cream Gabe had put on had just started to wear off.
“Don’t fight me on this, Vivian. This is the last time. Tomorrow morning your punishment ends. I’ll let you come when I fuck your ass.”
He closed the toilet seat and motioned for her to sit.
“Be a good girl and spread yourself open for me.”
Vivian sat and spread her legs apart, then pulled the flesh away from her clit. She could feel the heat and redness as the blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. She felt open and exposed. Perhaps more exposed than she’d been with anyone else.
He sat on the ground in front of her to apply the cream, his eyes meeting hers. A soft expression came over his face. “You’re so very sweet.”
That only made her blush harder.
He rubbed the cream on and applied lube to the toys attached to the new chastity belt. She realized immediately why he’d gone to get another one. The attached toys were larger than what she’d been wearing the past several hours.
“That’s too big. It won’t fit.”
“You better hope it does because it’ll be my cock tomorrow.”
He helped her step into the belt and eased the toys inside her.
“Stop holding your breath. Relax,” he said.
She didn’t know if she could relax, but she did manage to start breathing again, slowly in and out, letting out a sharp hiss at the pain. She whimpered plaintively as the lock clicked into place, feeling somehow claustrophobic from the double penetration she couldn’t escape.
He kissed her on the mouth, his hand holding the back of her neck. “Such a sweet little whore. Tomorrow I’ll make you come over and over for me. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for a chastity belt to get a break.”
She just stared at him, sure her mouth hung open like a fish. But then he winked at her. The birds kicked up a racket when they reentered the bedroom. Lindsay covered their cages, causing them to fall quiet.
He gave her a cup of water and her pill. She took it without complaint.
“Get in.” He pointed to the side of the bed he wanted her on. Vivian pulled back the mosquito netting and slipped underneath the covers. When he curled behind her, she looked over her shoulder to find his cock pressed against the belt. She squirmed, unable to forget the sensations below her waist. Afraid she’d never fall asleep like this.
“Be still,” Lindsay said.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Lie on your stomach.”
She obeyed, and he began to lightly rub her back, giving her something else to focus on. The soothing feeling went on forever, and just before she fell asleep she thought she might have already fallen a little bit in love with the doctor.
Vivian woke to an insistent mouth latched around her nipple and a hand pressed hard against the chastity belt. Lindsay’s fingertips were stroking the insides of her thighs, sending flames of desire licking at her covered clit.
Her dreams had been peaceful. Sunshine, waterfalls, birds, and rolling meadows. Pretty puffy clouds floating overhead forming naughty little shapes in the sky. She moaned, as she came more fully awake under his ministrations.
“I’m going to let you use the bathroom, and we’re going to shower first.”
“I thought Gabe . . . ”
His hand came down in a hard smack on her thigh. “I made arrangements with Gabe. When you are with me, I own your ass. Do you understand? There is no one else but me and my cock in this room.”
Her eyes widened and she started to cry. “Yes, Sir.”