He chuckled and slipped another finger in, pounding faster and harder. Vivian’s head lolled to the side as tiny tugs of pleasure pulled at her with each thrust.
“Come for me, little one. I want to watch you come from my fingers using you, not some battery-operated toy.”
She needed no more than those words of encouragement. She came undone, writhing, moaning, whimpering. When it was over, he prodded at her lips to let her suck his fingers clean, and she enthusiastically complied, sated and grateful.
Then she looked up, embarrassed to find she had attracted an audience. Gabe and Lindsay stood directly over the lounger, and a few others had been drawn to the fringes to catch a glimpse of the show.
“Jake, leave,” Lindsay said.
It was clear by now that Gabe, Lindsay, and Anton were the power players here. Everyone else appeared to answer to the three of them. She wasn’t sure what the exact hierarchy was, but it was obvious they were at the top.
Jake, the man whose name she’d just learned after she’d come, shrugged and got up. He winked at her, then slid the sunglasses over his eyes and walked away.
Gabe turned to go back inside and Lindsay held out a hand to help Vivian up. She was still sore from the gym, but allowed the doctor to lead her to his room.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked when he’d closed the door.
He didn’t answer. Instead he asked, “Did Jake force you?”
She looked at the ground. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable standing next to him, she dropped to her knees and kissed his shoes. “No, Sir.”
His fingers threaded through her hair. “No, you aren’t in trouble. You were told none of them were allowed to play with you, not that you weren’t allowed to play with them. I think no one imagined you’d initiate something, especially this early. Tell me why you did it.”
“He gave me a choice. I wanted to know what it would be like to freely submit.”
“You made a choice every time you went back to Dome.”
“That’s not the same.”
He nodded. “From now on, you are only to be with me, Gabe, or Anton unless we say otherwise.”
The unless we say otherwise hung on the air, threatening Vivian with the potential of Brian. She wanted to ask if they’d ever let him touch her, but was afraid to hear the answer.
Instead she simply said, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. Are you disappointed in me?”
“No, Vivian. You weren’t disobeying anyone. And I told you you’d lose all your inhibitions. This is progress.”
Lindsay spent the rest of the day fucking her and fulfilling his promise of tiring her out on orgasms. It was as if he was training her body so it didn’t know how to resist or close to pleasure. He wanted to wring every drop of it from her, and then when she thought she was wrung dry, he would start again, pushing her farther each time, until she began to internalize her own surrender and the power these men held over her body.
He ordered food for them, and it was served in the room. After she’d eaten, he went to work on her again, using her for his own pleasure, then demanding she give him hers as she orgasmed for him on demand. When they were both sated, he allowed her to sleep in the circle of his arms.
16
Days turned into weeks, and the banshee finally died. With each day of pleasure and rigid rules and obedience, Vivian allowed another piece of herself to drift free. Gabe commented one day on the fact that she was the least punished girl they’d ever trained and how much it pleased him. The idea of their displeasure drove her even more strongly than the threat of punishment.
They molded and trained her body so well she could barely remember a time when she couldn’t come or a time when she would have felt shame over it. Shame became an abstract concept, cloistered as she was in this place where the only shameful thing was being modest or disobedient.
She transformed into something she didn’t recognize, but liked, even if someone from her old life would have told her she shouldn’t. When she looked in the mirror on the rare occasions she had a free moment in her room, she saw a new confidence and peace had slipped over her features. The lines that had begun to form on her face softened as everything inside her relaxed.
At first she’d feared they would start sharing her with others, especially Brian. But the fear never came to fruition, despite his complaints that she’d been there long enough. She wasn’t sure why, but Anton was
possessive of her in a way he wasn’t with the others. After awhile, the excuse that she’d been brought to the house too soon, wore thin. That couldn’t be the real reason. Not anymore.
She’d come to think of herself as perhaps special to him because he seemed to go easier on her and protect her more than others. Vivian had convinced herself this favor she’d garnered was because of how deeply and completely she’d submitted to them.
Her training was split evenly among the three men, Anton deciding that she was becoming too attached to Gabe and Lindsay. As if adding himself back into the mix would solve anything. She was attached to all of them and hated waking every morning because she knew each day took her closer to the day she’d be sold.
She’d developed a fantasy that the three leaders of this house had become so charmed with her they’d never sell her. She’d remain in the house forever with them dominating and possessing her. One morning Anton stepped into the room and burst that fantasy bubble.
Vivian knew something important was about to happen because Gabe was nowhere in sight, and he always came in for their morning shower. She wiped the sleep from her eyes as the grogginess lifted. Everything felt surreal as she left the bed and crawled over to kiss his boots.
He stroked her hair. “Did you sleep well, flower?”
She kept her head down. “Yes, Sir.”
“I have excellent news. Tomorrow morning you’re going to have a master.”
Everything in her seized up, then she started to cry. “Please, don’t sell me. I don’t want to go. I thought . . . ” She shut her mouth to stop herself from spilling out her absurd fantasies.
“You thought we’d keep you? That you’d be the house pet?”
She shrugged, still not able to meet his eyes.
“You’ve been sold for half a million just as I said you would be. What could you possibly do to be worth that price if I let you stay?”
“Nothing, Sir.” Whatever they wanted of her, they could get, free of charge.
All at once the room began to grow smaller. Her throat tightened; her breath came out in short bursts. Anton was crouched beside her an instant later, raising her chin. “Stop it.”
“I can’t help it.”
“What is wrong with you? You’ve been lovely. Better than lovely. You’ve been a dream to train, much better than I ever expected. And now you’re having a breakdown?”
She felt as if she were regressing back to the night she’d been brought to the house, suddenly needing to latch onto anything that would rescue her from this world and put her back someplace safe. “I want Michael. Please, if you don’t want me, send me back to him. He’ll pay you. Please.”
Anton laughed. “He’d pay half a million dollars to get you back? After everything you’ve done in this house? After everything you’ve enjoyed? I have hours and hours of footage of you writhing around like a bitch in heat, taking cocks and toys in every available orifice. You want to go back to your husband after that? To your safe life where you play the little woman and get your nails done? Is that what you want?” His voice came out clipped, his accent causing words to blur together.