Seduced in the Dark

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by C. J. Roberts


  to behave. Do exactly as I say, keep your eyes lowered, and it should be an enjoyable evening for the both of us. Understood?”

  I swallowed thickly and managed to whisper, “Yes, Master.”

  “Turn around,” he said. “I have a little something to ensure your obedience.” As I turned, I couldn’t help but meet his eyes. He pulled me close, holding me in place by way of his hand at the small of my back. His other hand cupped my breast just inside my corset. He put his mouth on my nipple and sucked.

  I couldn’t hold in a powerful sigh. I was wet, but his affection was to be short lived. Just as soon as his mouth released me, firm pressure took hold of my nipple. While I swooned, he repeated the perfunctory process on my other breast and then stood back to admire his work.

  I looked down at my breasts through a haze of tears to notice the delicate clamps adorning my nipples. A thin gold chain joined them and led directly into Caleb’s hand. As I took stock of my predicament I couldn’t help looking up at Caleb with a pleading expression. He tugged gently, as if to say my pleading was meaningless. My body stiffened and a jolt of pain and sensation drilled down through my belly ending between my legs. The plug in my ass moved, exaggerating the sensation. In midstream, the pain changed to something pulsating, something near pleasure. Like a puppet, my body relaxed as Caleb released the tension.

  “Are we clear on the rules of obedience?” Caleb asked, and then not waiting for my answer he continued, “This is a test of sorts, Kitten. Don’t disappoint me.” He turned his back to me. “Follow behind on my left, keep your eyes lowered and there should be no need to test the sensitivity of your nipples.”

  “Yes, Master,” I replied, not able to keep the tremor from my voice. Tears clung to my lashes and my body quaked, but I followed Caleb as directed.

  We walked the pace of a parade. A slight murmur of low voices reached the top of the stairway. Candlelight from the room below glimmered across the marble stairs, lighting our descent in living color. The warm glow eased some of my quaking, along with Caleb’s care of the chain joining us together.

  At the bottom of the stairway, Felipe greeted Caleb, “Good to have you join us my friend. I see you have your lovely Kitten in tow. Everyone is looking forward to seeing her.”

  “Felipe,” Caleb acknowledged. I couldn’t help but notice Caleb didn’t sound too pleased.

  Our eyes met over Caleb’s shoulder, but he did not let on about my disobedience. In fact, he winked at me. We were sharing yet another moment, unbeknownst to my master. I flushed deeply.

  “I thought you should know the boy is here with Mr. B tonight and will be part of the evening’s entertainment,” Felipe added in a whisper loud enough for me to hear. The statement had a mocking edge, as if he were poking fun at Caleb. I didn’t like it.

  “Interesting,” Caleb replied, simple and abrupt. Caleb lifted his head and scanned the small gathering of people. Instinctually, I scanned the room as well, and promptly received a continuous tug of shooting pain through my nipples for the effort.

  “Eyes down,” Caleb said over his shoulder to me, his voice riddled with undisguised anger.

  “Yes, Master,” I said in a jagged whisper. I wanted to scream from the pain torturing my nipples, but the tension on the chain lessened, and my breath spun out in a heavy sigh of relief.

  Caleb moved past Felipe. I followed, fearful of the damn chain he held. We stepped off the marble stairway onto carpet and crossed the room. The soft touch of the plush carpeting massaged the bottom of my stocking feet.

  “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” came a man’s Southern drawl, followed by a low whistle. “She’s a beauty. I’d love to test-drive her, especially if she handles anything like this one Felipe gave my wife to try.” The man moved back for Caleb to look.

  I dared raise my eyes only a bit, my head still bent toward the floor. From the corner of my eye I saw a boy near my age standing on his knees. He was perhaps the most beautifully handsome boy I’d ever seen. Still, I could not shake the notion I knew him somehow. He raised his dark blue eyes, just enough to connect with mine. My breath caught and my eyes opened wide.

  “Kid!” I exclaimed before I could stop myself. Pain quickly overturned surprise as my nipples burned from incessant pressure.

  “Eyes down, Kitten,” Caleb snapped.

  I was slow in my obedience. I’d known Kid had been captured, but I hadn’t seen him since the night Caleb and I had arrived at the mansion. I wondered where he had been all this time. His hair was longer, his body leaner, and his demeanor signaled just how deeply he’d been broken down. Despite everything, he looked healthy, perhaps even happy. I didn’t know how to feel about seeing him. Kid reminded me too much of what had happened to me with the bikers. I tried hard to remember he had been the one to stop his friends from beating me to death.

  Caleb tugged again, this time with only as much force as was necessary to demand my attention.

  “Yes, Master,” I finally whispered and Caleb held me still to untie my wrists.

  “Keep your hands behind your back unless you need them for balance.”

  Forced into close proximity, I couldn’t help but take in the sight of Kid dressed only in a loin cloth. His wrists were tethered and he had clamps on his nipples. Around his neck there was a collar with a leather leash attached. His body radiated heat against my legs. I wanted to cry out from the injustice of it all. I began to pant with anxiety, maybe even panic.

  “Oh, she’s a feisty one. I think I’d like to play with her for a while,” Mr. B added, and a chuckle rumbled out sounding like it came from the bottom of his belly.

  “That won’t be possible,” Caleb said. His tone was somewhat harsh and I couldn’t help but notice the way those near him stared at him. “Kitten is meant for other things.”

  I raised my eyes slightly, looking through the fringe of my lashes as he led me toward a table dressed in white linen. Candelabras bathed a warm glow over the two couples at the table enjoying cocktails and conversation. They wore suits and gowns, aristocrats dressed up for an expensive night out.

  A woman, dressed similar to me, sat on her knees near the table. Her body was poised, yet relaxed. Her eyes were cast down and her hands were folded over her thighs. Caleb stopped near her, dropping the chain into her hands. He pressed my shoulders down. I bent down to rest on my knees and the plug in my ass shifted. Sensations pulsed through my body, making me shake.

  “I’ll be right back, Celia. Make sure Kitten remains here for a few minutes.”

  I gasped, not recognizing Celia, but kept my eyes down. As soon as Caleb walked away, I raised my eyes slightly to get a better look. Celia looked exotic and beautiful. I knew, of course, she belonged to Felipe, but I had no idea she was subject to participating in anything like this. Last time, she had wielded the crop, but tonight, she was a prisoner, like me - and apparently, Kid.

  Another couple, a tall woman and a short man, dressed in white, approached pulling a red corseted woman behind them. The woman wore nipple chains, red silk stockings, and a red lace thong, with a red ribbon weaved through her long dark hair. The couple settled at the table, and the woman in red sat on her knees next to the man.

  The classic formalwear and respectful murmur of voices intertwined with a gentle tinkle of laughter. Theirs was a different world from the one I was used to. Men with smiling faces, women dripping with sparkling jewelry and long polished nails, tugging behind them corseted half-naked women. I noticed Kid was the only male prisoner.

  “Everyone, please find a seat. We are ready to serve your first course,” Felipe announced from the end of the table. Gentle music began playing in the background and more candles were lit around the room. Caleb came to get me at the same time Felipe came for Celia.

  “Come on Kitten, let’s have some dinner. I’m sure you’re hungry.” Caleb moved slowly so I could keep up crawling along on my knees the few feet to the table. He sat down at the table, positioning me next to him on the floor.
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  Servers dressed in scant uniforms, barely covering their breasts or backsides, placed platters of appetizers down the center of the table, some refreshed water glasses, and others refilled wine glasses.

  On the other side of me sat Felipe, Celia close to his side on the floor. The woman in white sat next to Caleb.

  “Kitten, you’re behaving exemplary tonight,” Felipe whispered, and gently touched my shoulder. I remained in position, though his touch sent a shiver of mistrust down my arm. I turned my head slightly to see if Caleb noticed.

  “She’s had her moments,” Caleb added as if I weren’t there. His attention was drawn to the woman in white sitting next to him. From my position on the floor, I watched her polished fingers slide up the middle of his thigh and stop short of the bulge between his legs.

  “So good to see you again, Caleb,” her silky voice purred loud enough for me to hear.

  “Have we met?” Caleb asked and placed his hand over hers, preventing it from going any farther up his leg.

  “Regrettably, no. I was here when you and your lovely girl first arrived. I admired you and I was sure to find out who you were,” she all but purred.

  “I see,” said Caleb. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

  “J,” she said, “Mrs. J, but don’t worry, Mr. J, is well aware of my extra-curricular activities.” She gave a short flirtatious laugh. Her fingers moved up to cup Caleb’s bulge.

  I fought the urge to swat her hand away. Mine! You fucking, bitch.

  Caleb pressed her hand to him and then moved it back into her lap. “Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. J, but I think your attentions would be best spent on someone else.” Caleb’s voice carried down to me, even though it was a whisper next to Mrs. J’s ear.

  “You’re not available?” She sounded disappointed.

  Seething with jealousy and with the memory of Caleb and Celia in my thoughts, I inclined myself toward Caleb and rubbed my head against his thigh. To my surprise, Caleb’s hand landed on my head in a soft and reassuring caress, before he urged me away.

  Caleb chuckled low and I watched his hand squeeze the top of Mrs. J’s thigh through her satin gown. Her legs parted and she pulled his hand toward her center.

  “You’re hungry. We’ll make sure you get your fill.” Caleb caressed her deeply with his fingers then slipped from her grasp and moved his hands above the table. He grabbed a plate of the appetizers and piled a few on her plate as well as his own. “That should get you started.” His voice held a promise and I had to wonder what he planned for later.

  Tears stung the backs of my eyes. Not that he noticed. My heart hammered in my chest and I swear the ringing in my ears blasted out for everyone to hear. My breath came in pants, and Felipe’s hand brushed my upper arm.

  “Relax,” he whispered.

  Caleb reached down with a succulent shelled shrimp in his hand. “Open, Kitten.”

  My eyes automatically rose to his level. Before I settled an appropriate glare at him, my nipples received a burning tug that stole my breath. My mouth dropped open, quite by accident, but Caleb used the opportune moment to plop the morsel into my mouth. Mortified, I could do nothing but chew. My stomach appreciated the attention.

  All of the chained ones ate from their Master’s hand. It appalled me, but I remained submissive. I promised obedience. It made Caleb happy and my survival ultimately depended on his happiness. I still hadn’t seen Rafiq, but I had come to expect surprises.

  When the last course was finished, Caleb pulled away from the table. “You need to relieve yourself and freshen up.”

  Felipe interjected, “Celia can take her to the slave quarters, if it’s all right with you, Caleb.”

  “I’ll take her over with Celia. Then Celia can show Kitten what’s expected.”

  Caleb helped me to my feet. The plug shifted, creating another tremble through my body. Felipe gave Celia’s chain over to Caleb, and he led us away.

  He handed Celia my chain at the door. The room was shiny and sterile white. A row of tubs lined the floor to the right of me, some large, some small. To the left, were private rooms. Farther down, I saw a large mosaic featuring a young Mexican girl bathing outdoors and touching her nipples while a man watched in the distance. It provided the backdrop for the shower room, which featured a row of shower heads, drains in the floor, and a few toilet stalls.

  “What is this place, Celia?” I whispered. My voice held both wonderment and trepidation. Unconsciously, I reached for her hand and she held it.

  “It’s just a room, Kitten.”

  She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Everything we say is recorded. Motion sensors – microphones.” I nodded.

  “Go on and use the ladies. I need to grab some towels.”

  After I relieved myself, Celia took me to a small, private and curtained room. There was a sink and a set of towels. A cabinet set next to the sink laden with toiletries.

  “I’m going to freshen between your legs.” She slid my silk panties down, along with my silk stockings, and I let her. She’d cleaned me up so many times before I held no embarrassment. “Once I’ve done it for you, you’ll understand what you need to do the next time you are told to freshen up.” She lathered up a cloth with some special soap smelling of almonds and honey. “Stand on this towel and open your legs for me.” I did as she asked. She was amazingly gentle, as always. I could almost understand how women swayed over to women. Celia didn’t touch me inappropriately, but her demeanor was so gentle, it lulled me into relaxing.

  It wasn’t long before we were back out to Caleb and he walked Celia over to Felipe, who then handed her off to one of the first couples I saw sitting at the dining table. Celia went without rebelling, even when both the man and the woman touched her breasts.

  Caleb tugged on my chain, creating another shot from my nipples to my pussy. I closed my eyes and held back a plea. “Let’s not keep people waiting,” he said.

  Caleb tied my wrists to the loops at the front of my corset. We moved close to another area in the same large room. Couches and low tables with candles and wineglasses were strategically placed in an area close to a stone fireplace wall. Flames licked the piled wood within the hearth.

  We stopped beside the couple we’d met earlier. Their names for the evening seemed to be Mr. and Mrs. B. A cursory glance and I realized Kid sat on his knees next to them with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. I would have felt sorry for him, but I was too concerned with my own situation.

  I wondered what Caleb had planned for the evening. So far, it had a very Eyes Wide Shut atmosphere. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to explain how much he truly meant to me. I wanted him to understand my feelings for him had nothing to do with manipulating him, or trying to gain my freedom.

  I didn’t want to be Caleb’s whore, that much, I wouldn’t take back. I also didn’t care for revenge. I wanted Caleb. I knew it was stupid. I knew he was a terrible person, who’d done terrible things. I knew he didn’t deserve me or my love. I didn’t care. During the course of our time together, I’d fallen in love with my captor. I’d fallen in love with his smell and his taste; his smile, kindness, and yes, even his cruelty because I knew it was a part of him.

  I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know everything and I wanted it to mean something to him. I wanted him to choose me and accept me. I wanted him to leave everything behind and love me.

  “Kitten…” his forehead pressed hard against the nape of my neck, “you ask for impossible things.”

  I didn’t care.

  I was lost in thought when Caleb’s hand, warm and reassuring, landed on my shoulder. I looked up at him and I let my longing for him show. He smiled, but it struck me as sad. Caleb’s sad smiles never boded well for me.

  “Down,” Caleb said, gesturing toward the spot next to Kid.

  I let myself sink into the command. I wanted to comply. I wanted to make Caleb happy in any way I was able, in the hopes he would never be able to
let me go.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, dessert is about to be served,” Felipe’s low accented timbre silenced the small group. Chairs slid across the carpeted area near where I lay, the sound of people getting comfortable. I wondered why Caleb didn’t pull me up in preparation to eat.

  Abruptly, Caleb’s hand was in my hair and pulled me close. He whispered in my ear, “I know how difficult this is going to be for you. It’s going to be difficult for me, too. That said, I expect perfection, Kitten. Do you understand?”

  My pulse quickened, my vision blurred. “Caleb….”

  “Shh, Kitten,” he reprimanded, “Obey.”

  I pulled back when he let me go and our eyes met. He gave me another sad smile and then, for reasons I couldn’t possibly know, Caleb pushed my face down into Kid’s lap. My butt rose off the floor and Caleb pushed against the plug in my ass with his knee. Again, to my mortification, the plug shifted. Beneath Kid’s loin cloth, something else stirred.

  Caleb, sounding strained, added, “I wondered how these two would respond to each other.” He removed his knee from my derrière, and I sprang backward, falling on my ass. My bent knees splayed open as I lie on my back unable to push myself up with my wrists tethered.

  “Well, by the looks of the kid’s cloth there, I’d say he’s pretty pumped up.” Mr. B laughed out loud, carrying out over the quiet murmurs of the other guests.

  I closed my eyes, embarrassed, and waited for the nipple pain. Guests shuffled around us, and I squeezed my eyes tighter, afraid of where to look in this position. Suddenly, a warm, trembling hand slid up my nylon stocking just on the inside of my calf, slowly over my knee, and up the inside of my thigh. It stopped, but then hesitantly burned a path back down the inside of my leg to the arch of my foot. The hand gently massaged my foot before moving to the inside of my other leg and sliding its way toward my thigh. Fingertips, ever so lightly, brushed the small patch of silk between my legs.

  The persistent hand rubbing my leg became two hands, both brushed between my legs at once. Muscled thighs pushed my legs farther apart. I could no longer fight the urge to open my eyes. I dared to peek through the fringe of my lashes and saw Kid’s shoulder-length, blond hair. It was combed away from his boyish beauty. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, mirroring my own, as he positioned himself close to my center and continued rubbing my thighs.

  His eyes remained closed as he assailed my body with his touch. I imagined Kid getting a tug on his nipples as reprimand for opening his eyes. The tip of his tongue slid across his full bottom lip and for some reason, a sensation rippled along my center.

  I wanted so badly to see Caleb, my eyes opened wider. A searing pressure on my nipples told me he remained close. My eyes closed and the pressure subsided. It was proof he was watching me intently as another man touched me.

  So, this is what will make Caleb happy. My heart pinched at the betrayal. Fine, he wants to pretend there’s nothing between us. I’ll give him a show to remember.

  Kid definitely knew what he was doing. His hands created a burning desire not just where he touched me, but throughout my whole being. In fact, it was tough to keep control. Part of me strove to hold on to my pride, or what was left of it, and another part of me wanted to let go with reckless abandon.

  Kid’s gentle and warm caresses stoked something deep inside me. I was breathless, tingly, and so wet between my legs the silk settled into my folds. His hands laid trails over my thighs, hips, and belly…damn corset. Suddenly, a different set of hands pulled me back and stood me upright.

  There was another rumble of laughter from Mr. B. who took control of Kid. With a great deal of effort, I kept my eyes down. Caleb pressed me back into his erection. I was unable to stop a soft moan. To my shock and surprise, Caleb unbound my wrists and began unlacing my corset. My entire body tensed in a silent plea for him to stop. He pressed his lips softly to the shell of my ear, “Obey,” he whispered with enough intensity to almost stop my heart.

  I remained still as he completely unlaced my corset. My breath caught with its removal, and I heard the heavy intake of breath from the others around me through the ringing in my ears. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes. Both clamps were released from my breasts and my nipples burned as blood rushed into the starved areas. Caleb released me and I stood feeling alone and exposed.

  Where is Caleb?

  My pride dropped away and my heart filled with sadness while my head filled with embarrassment. The stillness in the room was palpable, punctuated keenly by the lone sound of my anxious breath. There was a soft rustle, then the feel of smooth fingers rolling one of my silk stockings down my thigh. I desperately fought my urge to resist.

  This is what he wants. Be brave.

  My sex pulsed as my left stocking was rolled down my leg. I reached my hands out to feel and gasped when they were quickly gathered up between my breasts. My body was hoisted into the air. I kicked out with my legs, but someone grabbed them firmly. They placed me on a hard surface, which I knew instinctually to be one of the linen covered dining tables.

  I panicked and at once Caleb’s voice was in my ear telling me to obey. “Steady, Kitten. I won’t let him inside you. I won’t let anyone inside you.” Through my panic, I almost missed the possessive nature of his words, but the part of me that thought of him as mine wanted to recognize it as an admission. I relaxed by the barest of degrees.

  My wrists were tied together and held over my head. Within moments, soft feathery touches along the top of my silk panties assailed my senses. Despite my apprehension, a shudder ran through me. Those hands, those warm, trembling, and wonderful hands, activated something. A charge ignited within me as my panties slipped down and away. My head swam in the smell of lust, the taste of it. I suddenly wanted satisfaction. I needed it.

  Muscular thighs, pressed between my legs. Palms pushed against both of my inner thighs, splaying my legs wide and opening my pussy. My hips rose off the table and a finger slid down and back up my crevice. My hips rose higher, begging. A moan and a sob fell from my lips. My hands were pushed harder into the table.

  Hands cupped my buttocks from between my legs and lifted my hips higher, pushing the plug in my ass right against my throbbing sex muscle. Another moan left my lips. I was panting.

  Without warning, a tongue, so masterful, thick, wet, and slightly rough, licked and lapped my nether lips. The mouth on my pussy, pulled me in, sucking until another moan left me breathless. The tongue spread me apart, laying me open. A gentle nip on my clit ignited a thousand flames within my body.

  Other hands massaged my breasts, rolling my sensitive buds between fingers. Please be Caleb. Waves of fire begged to be released inside me, my body trembled with need. The concentrated sucking and licking on my swollen clit swept me over the edge. Panting turned into screams and a flood of sensation carried me away.

  My butt was placed back on the table and I lie there spent, tears wetting the blindfold, my legs still trembling and splayed open. The room filled with applause.

  “If this enthusiasm is any indication, I see no reason why we shouldn’t have a second course of dessert,” Felipe said, breaking through the applause in the

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