Aside from Pansy’s mistake, dinner had gone off very well. Eagan had to applaud the women for their bravery and willingness to step out of the house to try something new.
All toys were returned to Eagan. He would have them cleaned and sterilized back at the house.
The waiters served dessert, a decadent piece of chocolate-and-white cake with a drizzling of red sauce.
“The dessert looks so wonderful, Master Eagan,” Sunny said.
She beamed from ear-to-ear, but she had the right. She spent the entire night wearing nipple clamps that must have felt good to her from her reaction. And the way the woman moaned when Eagan tugged on them caused a slight twitch in Eagan’s pants. It wasn’t until he watched Begonia licking and touching Sunny’s breasts that he wanted to come out of his chair.
Eagan wanted to push Begonia’s buttons, knowing the woman was new to the Lifestyle and, from her application, had never been with another woman before. The way Begonia touched and caressed Sunny’s breasts showed she was willing to try new things. Most importantly, she wanted to please Eagan.
“Please, everyone, have some dessert.” Eagan pointed to the huge piece of cake on a white plate.
Sunny picked up the plate and cut off a small piece then handed it to Begonia, who did the same thing. Begonia passed the plate across the table to Pansy, who immediately gave it to Lily.
“You don’t want any cake, Pansy? You don’t like my choices?” Eagan stared at the woman who had already made a huge error this evening.
“No, sir. I mean, I don’t want any cake, Master Eagan. I appreciate all of your choices tonight. Dinner was wonderful.” Pansy bowed her head.
“Then why are you turning down the cake? Please don’t say it’s a vanity thing. I don’t think a small piece will put twenty pounds on you.” Besides, Eagan liked his women with a little meat on her bones. For him, the strong women like Begonia, Daisy, and Meadow could take a hard session with him in his dungeon.
“Sorry, sir. I’ll try it.” Pansy dragged the plate back in front of her and cut off a small piece. She stared at it on her fork for a while, before cutting her gaze to Eagan, plastering a fake smile, and finally popping the sweet treat into her mouth.
“How is it?” Eagan asked.
Pansy nodded at first then stopped. Her eyes got wide before she spit the food onto her plate.
“Strawberry sauce,” she said in between gasps. “Allergic to strawberries. I’m going to be sick.”
Chapter Twelve
Before Eagan could react, Begonia sprang from her chair and grabbed Pansy’s hand. She pulled the woman through the restaurant to the bathroom.
Eagan bolted to his feet and called a waiter. “Get Sergio and my driver.”
A camera crew had followed Begonia and Pansy, while the other one stayed with Eagan. As soon as Richard showed up, he had his driver take Sunny and Lily back home. He would figure out a way to get home after making sure Pansy would be fine.
Sergio, who had been in the upstairs portion of the restaurant eating dinner, rushed down to attend to Pansy.
“If you have to take her to the hospital, do it. I don’t want her hurt.” Eagan slapped his friend on the back and pointed to the direction of where the two ladies had gone.
As Eagan paced outside of the bathroom, he flipped his phone open. The first person he called was Phil, who he’d allowed to be home tonight to take care of his sick son.
“Why the hell don’t I have a list of these women’s allergies?” Eagan screamed into his small phone.
“What happened?”
Eagan imagined his friend raking his fingers through his hair. “We’re eating dinner and one of the contestants had a violent reaction to eating strawberry sauce.”
“Holy shit! Is she going to be okay?”
“Sergio is in there now with her. I need to know everything about these women. Their allergies, their medical histories, their—”
“Talking to them might do the trick,” Phil said, cutting off Eagan.
“Just do your job, Phil.”
“That’s not my job, Eagan. Call your co-producer, Nina. Maybe this will get her to concentrate on her job more.”
Eagan hung up on Phil. He didn’t understand Phil’s last statement, but he did need to talk to Nina. She was always the calm in his storm.
“Nina, I need to have all of the contestants tested for allergies of every kind, especially food, latex and rubber.”
“Um, okay. Everything all right?” Nina’s soft voice sounded even more faint, as though Eagan had woken her out of a deep sleep.
Hell, it was only midnight. She couldn’t be asleep this early.
“No, but it will be.” Eagan disconnected the call.
At that point, Sergio walked out of the bathroom.
“She’s looking a little green around the gills, but I think she’ll be okay. I called for a private medical transport and I’ll take her to my office. I just woke up my nurse. Good thing you’re paying her double-time to come in on a Saturday night.”
“I’ll pay her that and then some to make sure Pansy is okay.”
“Don’t worry, man. She’ll be fine. Thank that other woman in there. She helped her out a lot.”
Begonia had sprung very quickly into action, something that didn’t escape his notice. When all of this was over, he had to thank her properly.
Medical transport arrived within ten minutes and carted Pansy by Eagan on a stretcher.
“I’m sorry, Master Eagan.” Tears welled in Pansy’s eyes as she wheeled by him.
“We’ll talk when you come back to the house.” He saw her loaded in the back of the truck with Sergio riding with her.
Sergio gave Eagan a thumbs-up sign before the truck pulled off. The second camera crew that had been with Begonia and Pansy strolled to the door.
“We’re following Sergio to see if we can get some good shots.” The boom operator adjusted the long-neck mike in his hand. “You coming with?”
Eagan heard a door close and saw Begonia standing by the bathroom door. “No, I’ll catch up later. I’ll have to get Begonia back home. Call me with any updates, you got it?”
“Not a problem, boss.” The cameraman gave him a salute before walking out of the restaurant.
“Mr. Morton, let me assure you that this has never happened to any of our patrons before.” The maitre d’ stumbled over himself apologizing, while Eagan stalked toward Begonia.
“It was a freak accident. Let it go.” Eagan reached in his pocket to get a one-hundred dollar bill folded so it fit in his palm. He shook the man’s hand with the bill in his hand. “Thanks for the great service and food. I’ll be back again, hopefully under calmer circumstances.”
The man’s smile widened and he bowed his head as he stuffed the money into his pocket. “Call us whenever you like.”
“I want to make sure my friend here is okay. Could you and your staff give us a minute?”
“Certainly. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Actually, I’ll need a limo service to come pick me up.” Eagan gave him the name and number to a service he used often for clients coming into town.
“Yes, sir.”
When the maitre d’ walked away, Eagan moved in closer to Begonia. Standing in front of her, he stared into her eyes. Begonia returned his stare, matching intensity. He walked forward making her take steps back until her back was to the bathroom door again.
Eagan looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching, not that he cared. He pushed the door open behind Begonia and she took a backward step inside.
From the ceiling to the tiled walls to the marble tiled floor, everything in the bathroom was in a dark slate gray. The only object not in that color was a deep crimson circular couch.
Eagan took Begonia’s hand. Wordlessly, he motioned to have her stand on the couch. She understood where he was going and obliged. Then he stood in front of her, her pussy directly in front of his face.
His hand slipped betw
een her legs, making her open them wider. She moved her feet apart, then bent her knees. She wanted it as much as he did. Eagan smoothed her hands against her outer thighs. She understood that message as well, taking the hem of her skirt and hoisting it up to show off her naked pussy.
Eagan preferred his submissive be completely shaven and smooth. The appearance helped in other aspects of the Lifestyle, like wax play. That would be another thing on his agenda, getting the women appointments with his personal waxer.
Eagan lightly touched Begonia’s light brown curly pubic hair, which caused her to flinch. He peered up at her. His fingers parted her nether lips.
“Don’t come,” was the only thing he said to her.
He lightly touched her protruding clit with the tip of his tongue. She leaned back against the ridiculous red cone that trumpeted from the center of the circular couch. Eagan took another lick and another.
She tasted so sweet, like nectar from an exotic fruit with no name, only found deep in the rain forests, and bearing on one tree. The more Eagan tasted her, the more he knew she was the sustenance he needed.
He spread her lips wider and covered her hard nub with his entire mouth. Her moans echoed in the expansive bathroom. She combed her fingers through his hair, eventually fisting it when he gently sucked her clit.
His tongue dipped down to her pussy opening. She panted, eventually gyrating her hips so that she was now fucking his mouth. God, Begonia was a wild woman. She would be so much fun to play with after a hard day of work, or even on a good day at work. He just had to have her.
Eagan slipped his middle finger inside of her tight channel and that’s when things changed.
“No!” Begonia scrambled away from Eagan and crawled down from the couch as though not trusting her legs to support her had she jumped.
Eagan, not accustomed to being told no, especially from a submissive, grabbed her wrist. “What do you mean, no?”
Her eyes behind the mask looked wild. Eagan wanted so much to tame her.
“If you use your finger with what you were doing, I’m going to come. No question, sir.” Her body trembled as she responded.
Eagan could tell she wanted to do the right thing for him, but she had to go about it the proper way. Pulling back from him wasn’t the answer. She had to find the strength inside to do what he demanded of her.
As he approached her, a knock sounded on the door. Eagan split his attention between Begonia and the door. When his cell phone chirped, he had no choice but to stop his previous activities.
He pulled Begonia behind himself as he retrieved his phone from his front jacket pocket. When he opened the door, a nervous waiter stood on the outside.
“Um, your car is like here.” The waiter pointed to the front door.
Eagan waved to him as he walked by, and answered the phone at the same time. “Yeah.”
“Just me.” Sergio cleared his throat. “Pansy will be fine. We gave her a couple of shots and it cleared her up right away.”
“Can she walk? Is she still awake?” Eagan stormed outside to the car.
“Uh, yeah. Why?”
Eagan glanced at Begonia behind him. “I still have eliminations to do. I’m doing that tonight.” He helped Begonia into the car and sidled in behind her. “People might be surprised at who I get rid of tonight.” He disconnected the call then gave his address to the driver.
Eagan would have much rather been taken home in a stretch limousine, but he guessed this would have to do.
“Costume party tonight?” the driver asked as he split his attention between the road and the rearview mirror.
“No.” Eagan turned his attention to Begonia. “I wasn’t finished with you back there.”
Even in the darkened car, he noticed her blinking.
“I told you why I wanted you to stop.” Begonia spoke low and turned to the driver.
“Because you didn’t want to risk having an orgasm?”
The driver cleared his throat and stepped up his observation in the mirror. Now Eagan really wished he’d had a limo so that he could activate the privacy glass.
“Yes. I didn’t want to get in trouble.”
“But you are in trouble. You openly disobeyed me and now you’re arguing with me.” He shook his head. “Why can’t you fight for me? Is it that hard to fight an impulse, to do what I demand? You gave up so easily.”
Begonia looked out of the window. She crossed her arms over her chest and crossed her legs. The shop had officially closed.
“Sorry to have disappointed you, Master Eagan.” The car remained silent until about five minutes before the driver got to Eagan’s house. Then Begonia said, “Thank you for letting me have at least one orgasm.” She turned back to him.
The car pulled in front of Eagan’s house and stopped. When the driver got out, Eagan turned to Begonia. “You could have come a second time tonight, had you complied with my demands.”
The driver opened the door and Eagan got out first. Then he held his hand out to Begonia. After waiting a beat, she finally accepted it.
In the house, Begonia parted ways with Eagan, going down the hall to her room. Seeing Apple standing at her room, he asked her to gather all of the contestants together tonight. Eagan would take care of getting the crews together. He still had a show to run…even if his life seemed out of control.
* * * *
“Where have you been?” Iona asked as she sat on her bed.
“Is Pansy back yet?” Ananda slumped down on her bed and removed her shoes. She wanted so much for this day to be over.
“Pansy? What does she have to do with anything?” Iona sat up straighter.
“She had a bad allergic reaction at dinner. They rushed her away to get medical treatment. I was the one who got her to the bathroom and stayed with her until they transported her out of the restaurant.”
Meadow and Iona’s eyes got so huge, they looked like they would fall out of their heads at any moment.
“Where’s Sunny?” Ananda would have thought she would have relayed this news to the group.
“Taking a shower. So what happened at dinner? What did Pansy eat that made her so sick?” Meadow sat at the edge of her bed.
Just as Sunny emerged from the bathroom with her mask in place, and before Ananda could recount the night’s events, Apple appeared in the doorway.
“Be ready in five minutes, ladies. Master Eagan would like to see you all in the foyer.” Apple backed out of the room.
“For what?” Iona got up on her knees on top of the bed.
“Eliminations.”
The word hung in the air like a bad virus.
“I can’t believe after a night like we had that Master Eagan is still going on with eliminations.” Sunny dropped her towel when she got to her bed and slipped on a simple slip dress.
“Believe it.” Ananda slipped her shoes back on. “And I think I am going to be going home tonight.”
Although Ananda hadn’t made a mistake through dinner, she figured he would get her on the nipple clamp duties and what she had done, or rather not done, in the bathroom. His words still haunted her. Why can’t you fight for me?
The thought boiled her blood. How dare he. She never gave up on him. She was protecting herself. Why couldn’t he see that?
“Master Eagan is ready for you all now.” Apple smiled while dispensing the news.
Dead woman walking. Ananda made the torturous walk down the hall along with the other women until she got to the foyer. Then she made her way to her usual spot. Knowing Eagan, it would be the last time she would be in this spot.
Tony made his way from behind the cameras. Everyone was tired, but everyone had to work on Eagan’s schedule. Tony made his usual introductions, not as snappy as he normally would when he was fully awake. The intros were passable enough for this late taping.
Eagan stepped into the spotlight. He scanned the women.
“Good evening, Master Eagan,” they all said in unison.
Eagan looked a
t his watch. “According to my watch it’s morning time. Care to try that again, ladies?”
Damn him. Damn him for dragging out this elimination and damn him for his fucking ego. Ananda now hoped to be the one going home.
“Good morning, Master Eagan,” the women said with a little more pep this time.
“Nice. Sunny, Lily, Pansy and Begonia, step forward.”
Ananda moved forward and waited for the other women to move in next to her. Pansy moved a bit slower than the rest. Ananda thought Tony had a lot of bags under his eyes. Pansy looked like she had the whole American Tourister collection under hers. She looked exhausted and beaten. Why the hell was Eagan doing this tonight? Why couldn’t he have waited until morning?
“As you all know, the rest of you ladies are all safe. You are not up for elimination.” Eagan turned to Sunny. “Because you have immunity, Sunny, you’re safe. Go back into the line.”
“Thank you, Master Eagan.” She bowed and fell back into the line.
“Lily, you’re safe. Return to the line.” Eagan pointed behind her.
“Thank you so much, Master Eagan. And thank you for the special dinner. I loved it.” Lily nearly skipped when she went back to the line.
In the bottom two again. Ananda threw her shoulders back and held up her chin. If she was the one to leave, then she would do it in style.
“Tonight, I gave you all surprises. Two of you got to wear some toys. Sunny had on nipple clamps during dinner. Lily had a vibrating egg inserted inside of her. You two ladies were responsible for their pleasure.” He turned to Ananda. “You forgot to remove Sunny’s nipple clamps on a couple of occasions.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” And Ananda did mean that. No matter what Ananda felt about Eagan, she would never purposely hurt anyone.
“Pansy, you started eating without permission.”
She bowed her head but Ananda wasn’t sure if it was out of shame or exhaustion. Could have been a combination of both.
Eagan stepped closer to the duo. He stared at Ananda first then over to Pansy. “Decisions like this are never easy, but they have to be made. Begonia?”
Her heart pounded. As much as Ananda had convinced herself that she wouldn’t care if she went home, her heart told her something different. She took a deep breath, inhaling Eagan’s scent. No, she couldn’t leave that or leave this man. Not yet. She still had a point to prove.
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