by West, Sinden
“Hi, Michael. I didn’t realize you were home.” I went to walk past him.
“I’m more considerate than you, that’s why.”
I rolled my eyes at his back and walked into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and stared at the walls. This place sucked; everything sucked. It was Friday night, and I was stuck in this shitty apartment with creepy Michael. I grabbed my phone, but before I pressed Thomas’s name, I threw it back down beside me. I stared at it for a moment before my hand itched again. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I could just go for the free alcohol, couldn’t I?
It took an hour for me to talk myself into it, and Thomas practically squealed with delight. “I’ll text you the address and leave your name with the doormen.”
I dressed slowly and carefully. This time I wore a white summer dress with a bra.
The party was at a penthouse in the city center. I stepped out of the cab open mouthed at the structure of steel and mirrors that towered above me. I nearly turned around and left, but the doorman was asking my name by then as his eyes scanned his list. He located me and pushed the door open, leading me to the elevator and pressing the button for the top and twisting a key.
It opened out onto a foyer with black and white tiles where another man waited. “This way please, ma’am.” I clutched my purse and followed behind as he led me through a set of doors. This gathering was more intimate, more casual, and I just stood stunned as I watched Thomas in the center of the white floor being violated with a strap on dildo that sinewy Miranda wore. His moans echoed around the room, and the audience tittered with laughter as she called him degrading names with every thrust.
I turned away in distaste but was confronted with a waiter carrying a tray of champagne. I grabbed one, before making my way past him to where I could see a door for the balcony. I finally felt like I could breathe again as I stepped outside with the lights of the city glowing around me. It was definitely preferable to the scene I had just witnessed. I knew Thomas enjoyed it, but it still made me uneasy. I sat down on a padded sun lounger and drank my champagne. I would just finish this glass then go, I decided. Then I frowned, I didn’t have enough money for the cab fare home.
“Mind if I join you?”
I lifted my head and then quickly cast my gaze down as Nora stepped out onto the balcony with two glasses in her hands. From my sitting down position, she looked larger than last time. She wore a tight dress of a shiny PVC material that should have looked wrong on someone of her stature, but on her it looked right. It made her look like she could kick anyone’s ass. She sat down behind me on the sun lounger, and I dared to look at her.
She was looking down at me with a smile on her face. “I think I must have scared you last time. Here’s a peace offering.” She offered a fresh glass of champagne to me, and I put my empty one on the table and took it from her.
“Thank you.” I sipped hesitantly at it, ever mindful of her eyes on me.
We sat for a moment in silence before she said, “You really are shy, aren’t you?”
I’d never been shy, she read me wrong but then I thought: who cares? I didn’t care what she thought of me. I gave her a small smile and took another sip. “I should probably find Thomas and see if he’s ready to go.”
“Oh, Miranda won’t be finished with him for hours yet. She’s got all sorts of plans.”
My face fell; I really needed him to give me a ride.
She made a small, amused sound. “You don’t have to make excuses to get away from me. Besides, I don’t think my attentions were all that unwelcome, do you? After all, you came pretty hard, my dear.”
My breath hitched in my throat. I hadn’t wanted to admit to that, even though she knew; the whole room had practically known.
She leaned closer to me and stroked my hair gently. “So tell me, what part of it did you dislike so much? The people watching you? Or the fact that it was a woman who did it to you?” She pulled on my hair ever so slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me she was waiting and in control.
“Yes,” I muttered.
“Which? Or both?”
“Both,” I forced out.
She released my hair and leaned back slightly, looking smug as her hand gently squeezed my thigh.
“I knew you were shy. But it doesn’t have to be a problem, and I can ease you into it gently.”
My eyes widened, and I shook my head. She removed her hand.
“Listen, I’ll be straight with you. I am a very busy woman. I don’t have the time or inclination to date and frankly, a life partner isn’t what I want or need. I like pretty girls and I like to be in control. No ifs or buts about it. I also like to fuck in public as you’ve noticed. I get bored very easily, and when I find something I like, I usually get it, although normally, I don’t like to keep my girls that long. I’ll make a deal with you. You can be my little fuck buddy, and I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say?” Her hand snaked out and squeezed my breast with all the confidence and arrogance of ownership. That sparked something in me, and I slapped her hand away and stood.
“I’m not a whore,” I told her. Although a voice piped up in my head, yes you are, Rachel. Rachel the whore.
Nora raised an eyebrow at me. “What the hell has that got to do with anything? Don’t buy into the labels that men give us because we don’t play the roles they want us to.” She stood and casually pressed a small white card into my hand. Before she released it, she whispered in my ear, “By the way, the word I prefer is slut. It’s my favorite, and I hope to be calling you that a lot in the future. Call me when you want my hand between your legs again.” She gave me a smile before turning and heading inside. I stared after her. I should have cast her business card over the side of the railing so it would float down to get lost in the traffic below. But I didn’t. I slipped it into my purse.
Inside, Thomas was nowhere to be seen. I huffed in indignation and headed toward the lift, counting the meagre funds in my purse and knowing my bank account wasn’t much better. It looked like I was walking.
Nora was waiting on the pavement outside for her car. She smiled knowingly at me. “Need a lift?”
I looked around me for another alternative to miraculously appear, but it didn’t. Her driver drove a black imposing car up to the curb before exiting his seat and opening the door for her. She turned to me before climbing in, “Come on now, Paige. I won’t wait forever.”
I shivered in my dress as a cold wind blew, and I followed. The car was warm; almost stifling, and I kept my gaze lowered as she watched me. When I opened my mouth to tell her where I lived she just shook her head, “No. You’ll come home with me, and I’ll see to it that you’re safe and sound where ever you want to be in the morning.”
I looked at her with hard eyes. “You said you’d give me a lift.”
She shrugged. “And I am. I’m also taking away your choices tonight because I know what you really want; you’re just too afraid to admit it.” Delusional bitch. “You don’t need to panic. I’ll take good care of you. You don’t like people watching you? Fine. It’ll just be me and you. And as for the girl thing…” she sucked in a breath and smiled. “I can’t do too much about that but let me ask you one thing. Have you ever had a man do something horrible to you?”
I clamped my mouth firmly shut and she nodded like I’d confirmed everything she thought. “It won’t be like that. You will enjoy this, I promise. I’m not cruel, but I do need my commands obeyed without question. Do that, and we won’t have any problems.” She took my hand and squeezed it gently. Her touch was softer that I would have imagined with that hard exterior.
She was right. She was gentle.
Her house was a mock Tudor mansion. It was warm and welcoming with walls lined with books. “I collect first editions,” she explained before taking my arm and guiding me up the stairs to her bedroom. It was like something out of a fairy tale. A huge four poster bed dominated the room, and the bedding was rich velvet and brocade, like
something a queen would sleep on. I reached out and touched it; it was so soft, and I’d never felt anything like it before.
“You like?” she asked, passing a glass of wine to me. I nodded and sipped, so self-conscious as she watched my every move. I perched on the bed and drank my wine while she disappeared into the walk-in closet to get changed. She emerged clad in a silk green robe and raised an eyebrow when she saw how much of the wine I’d consumed already.
“Uh, uh.” She gently took the glass from my hand and placed it on the bedside table. “I want you awake and coherent for everything I’m going to do to you.” She leaned forward and kissed my briefly on the lips before pulling me up. “I want you to undress for me. You don’t need to be shy; it’s just me.”
She lay on the bed and sipped her wine, watching me. I was relaxed and my mind slightly fuzzy from the wine, so I did it without hardly thinking. It was different from the other times I’d been forced to undress. This time, I saw appreciation in her eyes, and no dread filled me as I stood naked before her.
“Come over here,” she patted the bed beside her and I obediently crawled over to her and lay down on my back. I watched her through hazy eyes as she ran her hand along my skin, from my throat, across my breasts to traverse my stomach. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” she asked softly. “You’re unreal.” Her hand rubbed against the smooth skin of my stomach, and I felt beautiful under her gaze and her touch.
“This is why I want to take you in public. I want everyone to know that I own something as beautiful and desirable as you. I want everyone to know that I’m the only one who can have you.”
In any other context, her words would have been creepy and weird. But they made me feel breathless and warm. She wanted me, and it made me want to be her possession right then. I wanted to be coveted and cherished. Is that what people meant by owned?
Her kisses were gentle, and I kissed back harder, so much so that she pulled away and laughed. “Easy, there. We have all night.”
She showed me the silk cord that she would use to bind me to each corner of the bed. She ran the soft fabric over my skin first. “See how smooth that is? It’s so deceptive in its softness, but it will secure you so you can’t move a muscle without my say so.” Her voice was so hypnotic and soothing that I didn’t tense in the slightest, and she took my limbs and spread them, securely fastening them so that I was spread-eagled and at her mercy.
She kissed me on the mouth again as I strained against the bindings, wanting her to touch me. “Sometimes I’ll gag you, but right now, I want to hear you moan.”
She took a small whip and used it to trace circles around my breasts. “This can be a very cruel instrument, or it can be very pleasurable.” That night she only showed me the pleasure part as she teased me until I was practically panting. She used her tongue to make me cum expertly and by that stage I wasn’t even embarrassed. As I lay there recovering, she lay beside me. “Have you ever gone down on a girl before?”
I shook my head, sure that the repulsiveness of the idea must have been plain on my face. But she only laughed. “I won’t make you tonight then.”
But she did spank me as punishment for my earlier ‘defiance’ as she put it. But this spanking was sensual; another mixture of pleasure and pain but the pleasure was such that I could deal with the pain.
Later the next morning, I met Thomas at a café as he struggled to recover from his hangover. He stayed silent as I told him about my night, shyly at first, and then I grew more enthusiastic until finally he leaned forward and hissed, “Paige, stop it!”
I slumped back in my seat. “What?”
“Stop going on about her like she’s your girlfriend or something. It’s not like that. You’re her little bitch. That’s it. She’s not going to fall in love with you and introduce you to her colleagues or parents. She is just using you for pleasure!”
I let out a huff. “I know.”
“Do you? I thought I made it clear to you how this works. They use us, and we use them. That’s it. I thought you were tough. That’s why I approached you in the first place, because I thought you could handle it.”
“I am tough. I mean, I used to be. Really tough. I would never let anyone push me around but then–”
Thomas looked at me, waiting.
“Then, something happened and I haven’t been the same since,” I muttered. He looked at me with sympathy and squeezed my knee under the table.
“Do you want to tell me?”
I shook my head, and suddenly I was afraid I might cry. I took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine. Trust me. No one gets the better of me,” I lied.
Chapter Thirty-One
Nora had a particular liking for sensory deprivation. Cotton pads would be placed over my eyes before being covered with a blindfold, blocking out any light and preventing any kind of vision. Earmuffs were placed over my head so I could hear nothing while my arms were bound behind my back. A gag in my mouth completed the effect. I would then kneel naked on the floor of her home office while she worked for whatever lengths of time she deemed necessary. The effect of this lack of stimulus made me yearn to be touched, to have contact of any kind. Without warning sometimes, my nipples would be pinched, making me jump in fright. Or ice would be applied to parts of my body or pushed into me.
Nora liked complete control. My hair was cut to her specifications. I was strapped down and waxed viciously until no hair remained on my body, and she bought me clothes. Designer slutty was the best way to describe them. The price tag was exorbitant for the lack of fabric forming the skirts that skimmed the bottom of my ass, or the tops that plunged deep and cropped high. I wouldn’t wear them when I wasn’t with her, but she did expect me to arrive at her house wearing what she wanted.
As I waited for her car to pick me up, I felt Michael’s eyes on me and pulled the skirt down in vain.
“Are you a prostitute now?” he asked as he made a sandwich in the kitchen.
“No,” I snapped.
“You look like a hooker.”
“And you look like a big fat fuck of a social retard. I’d rather be a hooker than something that looks like you.” The words snapped out of my mouth like I was the blunt Paige of old.
His mouth shut as he glared at me, before turning away. I smiled happily as I made my way out the door to wait for the car to arrive.
Nora’s housekeeper let me in with a sneer. The woman didn’t like me, but I just gave her an annoying smile in return. “She’s in her bedroom,” she grunted. In the two months I’d been doing this with Nora, the woman was yet to look me in the eye.
I moved past her and up the staircase. Nora was clad in her robe which I was grateful for. I hadn’t been forced to explore her body that much, and I certainly hadn’t gone down on her. She was white and fat, and her breasts were enormous and sagged. It made me shudder to think that one day my body could turn into that. It also made me shudder to think of my tongue on her body. I liked her kissing me, licking and spanking me, even the torturous mixture of pleasure and pain. But I didn’t want to touch her except for the kissing.
She smiled when she saw me. “Hello, my little slut.”
“Hello, Ma’am.”
She crossed the floor and took the back of my head, kissing me just the way I liked and I soon relaxed into her grasp. She pulled back, looking amused. “Your slutty little mouth likes that, doesn’t it?”
I nodded.
“I’ve kissed you, don’t you think it’s only fair that you kiss me?” Her hand took mine and guided it under her robe to sink into the moistness there.
I blinked, frantically thinking of something to say. But she read me well and released my hand. “Not yet, then.” She turned away. “I got you a new dress; we’re going to a party.”
The dress was a pale color of a diaphanous fabric that was practically see-through. I felt exposed wearing it, but Nora was pleased as I trailed behind her into the waiting car.
“The party we’re going to tonight is held by a
very powerful man. He helped me to finance my business in the beginning so I may need to leave you to talk to him about business at some stage. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you with Thomas and Miranda if that happens.” That made me relax. I hadn’t been to a party since Nora and I had commenced this strange relationship and wasn’t looking forward to it. Still, she hadn’t pushed me too far yet, and hopefully she wouldn’t choose tonight to humiliate me. Another beautiful house filled with not so beautiful people awaited me.
Nora held my hand firmly, pulling me behind her as if she sensed my reluctance. It was clear that I belonged to her. The waiters’ needed her nod of approval before giving me champagne and in a way it angered me, but another part of me felt protected. It wasn’t long before she deposited me beside Thomas, who was clad in something that looked like a baby doll nightie. “Seriously, that old cow knows nothing about fashion. This color doesn’t even suit me. Still, I’m rock hard, want to feel?”
I giggled and nearly spat out my champagne, and some of it went up my nose. “Thomas, don’t make me laugh.”
I saw Nora shoot us a disapproving glance from where she stood speaking with Miranda. I immediately straightened my face, and Thomas did the same. The two women soon joined us, and Nora pulled me into her lap possessively and played with my breasts through my dress.
Another woman arrived and looked at me admiringly. “She’s a pretty one.”
“I’m still breaking her in.” Nora said as she stroked around my nipple that was forming into a hard peak.
“Lovely breasts,” the woman boldly reached over and stroked my other breast. I bit my lip and tried to shift subtly away, but Nora’s arm held me firm.
“They are, but I thought I should get them done. I can just imagine how slutty she’ll look with a D cup, or maybe larger.”
I couldn’t stop my face from twisting into a grimace at the thought but knew better than to say anything. The other woman laughed. “You’ll have to invite me over to play, in that case.”