When the time came to perform, it was easier than I'd thought it would be. Now that I'd met Dumortier and identified my target, half of my objective had been completed, and that was usually time to celebrate. Unfortunately, I'd had a rough day, but if I could just get through this and put some water inside me, perhaps I'd manage a fist pump after all. At least it was Adie who was watching me. I was so damn aroused, I'd probably edge myself to orgasm ten times in less than five minutes. It might be fun to find out.
“Nice start, slave. Now you need to take it slower and deeper. Raise your hips a little and push that delightfully sexy ass out. It will give you easier access.” As per usual, Adie was right, but I after several futile attempts, I had still only managed to take slightly more than half the plug. I felt bruised and sore from this morning, and this was going to be more of a challenge than I’d thought.
"I'm waiting, Thirty-Eight, and I'm not a patient man. If you need some added encouragement, I could always get out the tawse or cane." Lovely. My Crazy Monster was back, and he wasn't taking prisoners. Still, he was right. I was messing about, and it wasn't going to get the job done. Gritting my teeth, I decided it was time for a bit of mind over matter. The sooner I got this over and done with, the better. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to do battle.
In the end, it took an almost inhuman effort to force the plug back inside me, but I completed it with little more than a grunt, although the scream was bubbling up noisily inside me.
"Sit up. I want to see your face." Adie's voice was rough and laced with desire. He wanted to see my face riddled with pain because that kind of shit turned him on. I couldn't help but wonder what sort of childhood you had to have to end up that kind of sick and twisted, but I suspected it was probably more than I could handle.
Pulling myself up, I stifled another grunt and sucked in a breath of air. My head was on fire, I felt like I was burning up, and my work here had only just begun. The look I gave him was an interesting concoction filled with lust and fuelled by pain. I expected it was right up his street.
When Adie laid eyes on me, he sucked in a breath and swore. “You look so beautiful like that. If I could kill you and frame you with that fucking expression, I would.” I blinked, absorbing those words carefully. Memo to me, the beast was ocean-going crazy, and he seemed to have designs on my dead body. This should have been ringing alarm bells through every available brain cell, but Adie’s view had settled between my legs and thinking wasn’t high on my list of priorities right now.
Bringing his fingers down to the inverted ‘V' of my thighs, he tugged at the ridiculous tuft of hair that was left there. "That heart-shaped piece of fluff has got to go. When you've finished your task, I'll get a razor." He nodded to himself. He then clicked his fingers, and my attention snapped back to his face. "Come on, Thirty-Eight, get busy. I find I'm quite anxious for you to begin." Funny, but now that he'd said the words, so was I.
Dipping inside my hot, wet pussy, I soon coated my fingers in plenty of liquid desire. There was plenty to go around. Smearing it all around my clit, I began to circle my bud furiously, but Adie wasn’t quite as anxious for me to reach the point of no return as I was.
"Slow it down, Thirty-Eight. I want to enjoy myself." Adie's voice, with that sweet, sultry purr, was now inside my head, and I was already imagining him fucking me, with that raw kind of animalistic passion that he seemed to ooze. Bed covers were flying, sheets were being ripped, lamps were broken, and… it was all in my head. It didn't matter. For some reason, my body desperately wanted to be Adie's plaything, and my head didn't get a say in the matter.
“Slow. It. Down. If you don’t, I’ll find a way to make you, slave, and you won’t like it.” Holy hell. I even liked the demands and alpha male bossiness, which probably made me clinically insane. In any case, for some unknown reason, I obeyed him, although it took a great deal of concentration. My fingers slowed themselves down, I calmed my breathing as much as possible, and I tried not to think about Adie, sitting ten paces away from me. It wasn’t easy.
“That’s better. Slow and steady. Let me see those little petals flowering prettily for me. You are thinking about me, aren’t you, Thirty-Eight?” His voice was now forcibly stroking all of my nerve endings, raising my blood pressure, and making my heart pump double time.
"Absolutely not," I lied. He laughed and then sighed theatrically. "You and I are going to have so much fun. Well, I know I am, and that's all that matters really." Seriously, how did I find this guy so attractive? He had such a way with words.
"Are you nearly there, slave? Are you imagining my cock sinking into that sweet snatch as my mouth tugs on a nipple? Or are you thinking of darker things, like me?"
"I don't think your thoughts run as dark as mine," I panted. My idea of fun was usually watching the lights fading from a person's eyes as their lips slowly turned blue. I had a feeling Adie's thoughts were running along a different vein.
He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe we’ll test the theory out one day,” he said, rising to his feet and scrutinising the expression on my face. “Shit. You look edible. So edible in fact, that I want to break my cardinal rule and fuck you right here and now on the table, but I won’t.” He made a whistling sound through his lips as he watched my hips buck up and down, under the insistent torment of my fingers.
“Rules were made to be broken,” I whispered. What craziness had got into me now? Adie was the last man I needed to get close to. Focus on your objective and get ready to kill Dumortier. This was just a distraction.
He sucked in a breath as I whimpered, my fingers bringing me a hair-breadth away from orgasm. My body had sprung into life and revved itself up in record time. Everything felt hard, swollen, and on fire. All I could think about was Adie thrusting inside me, fucking me senseless.
"That they are, but I can't break the rules in this place. My reputation would suffer, and down here, reputation is everything." He pulled my hands away from my clit, enclosing both wrists in one curled fist. "I think that's adequate for attempt number one, slave."
Mewling in misery, I let the waves of frustration wash over me as Adie held my hands tight, his dark stare boring into me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was just as aroused as me, but there were no tell-tale signs of arousal upon his body.
“That’s it. Fight your way through it. Breathe in, breathe out, and prepare to do battle again. Remember you’re a slave now. You have no purpose in life except to please me and all the people around me. Be a good girl, and maybe one day, you’ll get my cock inside you. If you’re lucky.”
Adie was the biggest asshole I had ever encountered. He was arrogant, conceited, egotistical, and basically everything I would typically despise in a man. Usually, when these kinds of traits were displayed, I'd run so far in the other direction, the poor bastard would never have a chance to keep up, but something else was at play now. For some reason, my sixth sense was telling me I was not getting the whole picture, and I needed to pay close attention to what was happening. Normally, I would, but it was rather difficult when you were so badly aroused that the slightest movement felt like torture. The electrical current running through my body was almost audibly humming.
"Time for round number two. Let's see what you've got." He released my hands suddenly as if stung, and stood back. At first, I thought that maybe he'd felt a similar connection to me, but I immediately discounted the idea. This man was so attractive he had women falling all over him, and he knew it. Right now, he was probably just hoping I'd hurry on up and get the hell on with things so he could go back to his room and have his model-like girlfriend suck him off.
Placing my fingers back upon my swollen clit, I soon got back into the rhythm of things, but I was afraid of where this was going.
"Tell me what you're thinking?" Uh oh, this was awkward. Adie was looking straight at me, and for a moment, I was completely tongue-tied, my fingers faltering. "Oh dear. Must be bad, then. You're such a naughty thing, Thirty-Eight. Unfortunate
ly, you've also intrigued me, so I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me." He then sat down on the edge of the table and ran three fingertips up the inside of my right thigh. I burst into flames on contact.
“I’m thinking…” when I didn’t immediately finish the sentence, Adie gave me a sharp nip as encouragement to continue.
"Quickly, Thirty-Eight or I'll have another round with your back this evening."
That got my tongue wagging in record time.
“Um, I was thinking that if Fabiana catches me in here with you, she’s going to be really pissed.”
“Move those fingers faster, slave, and don’t lie to me. I can tell a lie from half a mile away.” Adie gave me a look that said my ass was shortly going to be toast.
"Fine. I was thinking you probably wanted me to get a move on, so you could get back to your room and have Fabiana's lips wrapped around your cock. That better?" My expression was a little on the sulky side.
"At least this time you're being truthful, which is better, at least when you're speaking to me. You're not jealous, are you, Thirty-Eight? You hardly know me."
My fingers were doing the Russian Zorbas dance on my clit now, and the speed at which they could move surprised even me.
"Why would I be jealous of someone getting an orgasm? Especially when I want one so badly?" I wailed.
“Why indeed?” Adie pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, but his gaze remained firmly between my legs. There was now light in those black eyes, where before there had been only darkness. Something was going on behind them, but I had no idea what.
“Fabiana, darling. I need you in the library. Yes, right now, sweetheart. Hurry along, won’t you?” There was a beep as the call ended. Wondering what the hell was about to happen next, and having a sinking feeling that I probably already knew the answer to that question, my fingers became decidedly wobbly in their efforts.
“My, my, my. You’re not very good at this submission thing, are you?” Adie sat down alongside me again, and he gently removed my shaking hand and replaced it with his own. Let’s see if I can get things moving along a little quicker, shall we?” Oh God, no, anything but that. Of course, it went without saying that I didn’t voice those thoughts aloud, even though my body went immediately into self-combustion mode. In less than thirty seconds flat the man had me whimpering like a fractious baby, and just before he tipped me over the edge, his fingers almost magically flew away.
"No, no, no," I wailed softly before Adie's finger came down over my lips to silence me.
"‘No' is not a word in your vocabulary anymore, and I don't want to hear it from your lips. Do you have any idea what the word ‘slave' means? Don't get me wrong, I knew you were untrained when I took you on, but most girls have grasped the concept of what's expected around here. Do you want me to spell it out for you?" His finger dragged itself down my bottom lip and over my chin, before skimming between my breasts and dipping down towards my stomach. Before I had a chance to blink, his hand was back between my legs.
Nearly wailing ‘no,’ but thinking the better of it, I said, “I’m going to come if you continue. I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Adie smiled. "You'll be amazed what you can stop yourself doing if the alternative is going under my knife for an hour or two. Alternatively, I could always strap you to the St Andrews cross and whip the hell out of that back of yours. Do you think those kinds of threats might stop you climaxing? You need to know that I don't really care, either way, but you might, Thirty-Eight." His fingers swirled into action once more, and the brief reprieve hadn't been nearly long enough. My legs pulled taut like bowstrings, as I tried my best to stop the rushing tide of desire from consuming me when I should have been scared witless.
“A slave, simply put, does exactly as she’s told. She has no opinion of her own, and certainly never voices her thoughts unless asked. Really, her only concern should be pleasing her master. That is all that should be going on inside her fluffy little head.” Adie’s tone was exceptionally condescending, but he made his point in style.
“But you aren’t my master,” I foolishly whispered.
His hand smacked my pussy sharply, and my hips leapt off the table in shock.
“You haven’t attracted enough of my attention to claim that place, slave, but it doesn’t matter. Every male you encounter is a potential master, and you should treat him as such. There are perks to being owned around here, Thirty-Eight. Trust me.”
Trusting Adie would be like giving my soul to the devil. It was not going to happen. Ever.
“I can feel your resistance. Fuck that, I can almost taste all of that anger bubbling up inside you with nowhere to go. I feed off that kind of excitement and fear, Thirty-Eight. Something tells me I should never have picked you, though. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet, but I will. You will have no secrets from me, slave.”
I wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. With less than ten seconds to orgasm, all I could think about was the pleasure that was coiling up inside my body, fierce, hot, and tight. I felt like a nuclear bomb that was ticking down to detonation. This was going to be big, and while I knew I’d regret it later, I was damned if I would do anything to stop it.
The door then slammed open, and Adie's fingers stopped abruptly, as Fabiana stood there, her black leather-clad body almost haloed by the light behind her.
“Darling. Come into my office.” Adie gave her a polite little smile and beckoned her forward. The tension between the two was palpable, and I could feel the waves of anger radiating around the room in spiteful little circles.
“Are you playing with your new whore, darling? How nice for you.” The look on her face suggested anything but, and her expression was thunderous.
Adie appeared not to notice. “Yes, sweetheart. You know how I love to play with new toys. I suspect I’ll bore of her soon enough, but for now, I need you to satisfy a little itch of mine. Would you drop to your knees and show our new little slave how a real woman sucks cock?”
Fabiana's petulant little frown slowly turned into a smile, and she advanced towards us with a sassy swish of her hips. I had a feeling she was probably one of many women who craved Adie's attention and keeping his interest for longer than a week or two was probably a full-time job.
“Absolutely, Sir.” Fabiana did not need to be asked twice. In less time than it took for a butterfly to flap its wings, Fabiana was on her knees, busily undoing Adie’s zipper. The lady was apparently very eager to get started.
“Fingers back on that clit, Thirty-Eight,” Adie barked, giving me a stern look. I grumpily obeyed. “I expect you to continue edging yourself until I’ve had my fun, but if you have any of your own, you’ll be back with me in the Perspex dungeon this evening, and you know what that means. Oh, and there’ll be no water for you, today, or tomorrow.” The finality in which he said that last sentence was chilling. There was no question that the man would carry out his threat. All my previous intentions to disobey fled the room in an instant as self-preservation took over. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” My voice was just loud enough to be heard, and Adie nodded. He then turned to Fabiana and entwined a fist in her long blonde hair. She looked up at him adoringly.
"Let's get one thing straight before I begin, darling. I do not like to share my new toys, and I am well aware that you know this. What you don't know is that rather than whip the crap out of you, I think I might let you suffer through the same ordeal you just put Thirty-Eight through. It would be fitting, don't you think?" Fabiana's face immediately turned paper-white.
“You wouldn’t,” she gasped, her mouth wide open in shock. Adie used the opportunity to thrust his cock all the way down her throat, and she didn’t get a chance to get a word in edgeways for the next half an hour.
If you’re thinking that I got off lightly now that Adie had some entertainment, you’d be wrong. He made me edge myself to orgasm over and over again, causing untold misery and distress to my nether parts.
When he’d finally finished with us both, he zipped himself up and brutally shoved Fabiana out of the way so hard, she went sprawling. He then grabbed the bottle of water he’d been taunting me with earlier and dumped the contents upon the floor.
"Get down on your knees and drink if you're thirsty, Thirty-Eight. That's how things are done around here." The door slammed seconds later, indicating his departure, but I didn't care. I was already down on the floor, doing my best to scoop up the little puddles of fluid with my tongue. It was day two, and I'd already reached an all-time low. What I didn't know then, was that it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Chapter Twenty
My first week at Carte Blanche could only be described as ‘hideous.’ The dress code changed regularly. Some days it would be scraps of lace, other days it would be transparent, plastic dresses, then maid outfits, or nothing at all. Every day I was required to serve in the bar, and though no-one had been quite as scary as Henry, no one was particularly normal, either. If one of the girls took the eye of someone they were serving, they could expect to find themselves in a hotel room for the rest of the evening, and there wasn’t much sleeping going on.
I soon discovered that food and drink were ‘earned' in this place, and that was usually either face down bent over a table or flat on your back. That, believe it or not, was the more tolerable side of things. Every little infringement of the rules earned you punishments, whether you knew the rule in question or not. The inside of the Perspex dungeon had become a very familiar place within the space of a week, and some of the torments I found within it were as ingenious as they were terrible. Thankfully, thus far, I had committed only minor crimes, the worst of which had resulted in a whipping. It was just a matter of time before I found myself on the end of something horrible, though, and as each day passed my trepidation grew.
Unfortunately, I hadn't set eyes on Dumortier again. Although I had looked out for him everywhere I went, he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was on another one of his trips abroad, or maybe he had a life and family outside of Carte Blanche, but wherever he was no one was saying a thing. It made me nervous, but there were a lot of things that made me nervous around here, and they were growing daily.
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