Stockholm Syndrome

by Brooks, JB

  “Won’t it slip out again?”

  “That’s sometimes a concern, but because it’s such a big one, I don’t think you’ll have that problem—it’ll sit tight. And it’s gonna look amazing.”

  “Okay, I’ll take it.” She needed to get back to her apartment with enough time to insert it before she left for the airport.

  “Do you have lube?”

  “What?”

  “Lubricant. You need lots of lubricant for anything anal.”

  “Oh! No, I’ll have to get some. Where is it?”

  “Right here,” said Sharon, nodding at a shelf to the side of the counter. It boasted a colorful assortment of bottles, tubes, and boxes. “Can I make suggestions?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Try these. They come in individual disposable applicators. You can squeeze it right where you need it, if you know what I mean, then chuck out the empty tube.”

  “Right. Thanks. Do you take credit cards?”

  “Of course! Do you need batteries?”

  “Er… I don’t think so.”

  “So you’ve got lots for your vibrator?”

  “I don’t have a vibrator.”

  “What? Then you must buy one. Every woman should have a vibrator!”

  “This is getting a bit expensive. Maybe next time.”

  “You’ll need it to help you get the plug in. Trust me, the more turned-on you are, the easier it’ll be.”

  Evelyn paused. She was deeply aroused by the idea of what she planned to do with Mason later, but she hadn’t thought about exactly how she was going to insert the butt plug on her own, viewing it simply as a means to an end. She’d assumed she could just…push it in. Sharon might have a valid point.

  “Okay, show me some options.”

  Sharon came ’round the counter and disappeared down one of the aisles. She was back in just a few moments, with several packages.

  “There are loads of different kinds, but I thought you might like to start with something midrange. These are medium sized, and they all have multispeed vibration. These three are rechargeable, and these five need batteries. The rechargeable ones are more expensive, but they’re all fully waterproof. Of the battery ones, only these two are waterproof.”

  “I don’t have time to charge one, but waterproof sounds good. I’ll be able to clean it properly. Give me that white one.”

  “Good choice. It’s our store policy to take it out of the box and put the batteries in for you, to check it’s working, because we don’t exchange certain toys, for health and hygiene reasons. You okay with that?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine.”

  With the ease of long practice, Sharon unpacked the vibrator and inserted the batteries. A low hum filled the air when she twisted the back.

  “Great, it’s working fine. This little button is for the different speed and vibration programs.”

  She slipped it back in its box and added it to the growing pile on the counter then placed a pack of batteries next to it.

  “Trust me, running out at the wrong time sucks. Now all you need is condoms, and you’re good to go.”

  “Oh, we don’t use condoms. I’m on the pill,” said Evelyn firmly, alarmed at the amount of stuff stacked next to the cash register.

  “He should use a condom when he goes in your back door,” whispered Sharon confidingly. “Then if you want to have normal sex afterward, or even just go to sleep, he won’t have to shower or do a big cleanup first.”

  There was no arguing with her. Evelyn nodded and held out her credit card. Sharon was helpful, kind, and extremely annoying. A few minutes later, she escaped Lulu’s Luv Land and hurried home with her discreet, unmarked but very distinctive pink plastic bag clutched under her arm. She had forty-seven minutes before her taxi was due to arrive.

  She tipped the bag and sent her purchases rolling onto her bed. The condoms and spare batteries went straight into her suitcase. She took the vibrator and butt plug out of their boxes, tossed the cardboard into the recycling, and washed the toys. Then she had a quick shower.

  She came back to the bed naked. The plug lay on the quilt, gleaming with a soft, pearly glow. Would Mason like it?

  She lay down, half propped up against the pillows, and cupped the glass in her palm, feeling it warm up to the temperature of her hand. Closing her eyes and parting her legs, she rubbed it slowly over her pussy, nudging her lips apart to run it along the sides of her clit.

  She pictured Mason’s face, remembering how his eyes darkened with lust when he eased himself into her body. She loved how he clenched his jaw, trying to hold himself in check, as if he was afraid that he’d hurt her if he let go. The tendons in his neck bulged and the muscles of his powerful arms bunched and trembled, all that power leashed and tamed for her. Hot shivers prickled over her skin and wetness throbbed from her cunt. God, she’d love it if he fucked her too hard!

  Now she was getting excited, but she wasn’t ready to try the plug in her ass yet. She penetrated her channel with the tip, sliding it in and out shallowly, making soft wet noises, enjoying the smooth slide of the glass over her flesh. She pressed harder and after a brief stretch and a satisfying sensation of ingression, her entrance contracted around the narrow neck.

  Her other hand swept up her body to knead her breast then twirl and pluck at the nipple.

  If only she’d bought some nipple clamps while she was at the sex shop! She craved the pinching pleasure, and she couldn’t squeeze her nipples and play with her pussy at the same time. Surely she had something in the house that she could use…

  There were clothes pegs in a little plastic basket next to the sink! She pulled the toy out with a pop, got up, and crossed to the kitchenette, where she found the pegs and tested the grip of several on her finger. Selecting two of the more gentle ones, she returned to the bed and lay back against the pillows. Stretching out her left nipple with her fingers, she clipped the peg just behind it, crying out as it squeezed the soft areola. The nipple swelled and hardened. Oh yeah, this could work!

  She pegged the other nipple, throwing her head back as the twin sensations of pressure reverberated down to her cunt. Then she pulled up her knees, spreading her legs wide, and plunged the butt plug into her soaking pussy, jerking it rapidly all the way in and out, gasping as the broad head pushed and pulled at the sensitive tissue.

  The vibrator—she needed it now! Her groping fingers closed around the base, and she twisted it on. Ah, it was heaven as she held it against her engorged clit with one hand and worked the bullet-shaped glass in her vagina with the other. A huge climax was building in her core.

  But wait, she mustn’t come yet. Now was the perfect time to insert the butt plug into her ass. She pulled it out of her grasping pussy. The glass was so slippery with her juices, she wondered if she needed to bother with extra lube. Deciding to be safe rather than sorry, she grabbed one of the little tubes from the pack on the bedside table and opened it. Then she knelt on the bed and reached behind herself, pressing the tip of the slender tube against her sphincter, feeling some of the cool, viscous liquid ooze out against her skin. Slowly, every sense attuned to the strange new sensation, she pushed it a little way into her anus. She realized she’d have to keep her ass up in the air after she squeezed the lube into herself, or it would run out.

  With her free hand, she grabbed two fat pillows and stacked them against her thighs. She positioned the vibrator on top and carefully bent over them until her face was down on the mattress. Once in position, she nudged the vibrator around until it was wedged under her pussy, and she could grind herself against its hard length.

  Spreading her knees wide, she squished the plastic and felt the cool lube spread inside her anus. She tossed the empty tube to the floor, snatched up the butt plug, and positioned it against her tightly puckered hole. Then she worked the tip of the plug in and out, pressing her pussy against the vibrator.

  She imagined it was Mason slowly pressing the smooth glass into her, preparing her for his co
ck. In her fantasy, he held her down with one hard hand on the small of her back while he speared her relentlessly, ignoring her whimpers and wiggles.

  Her thighs strained wide, desperately, as she thrust her clit against the vibrator. Feeling her orgasm mounting, she redoubled her efforts with the plug, twisting it from side to side as she fucked it into her ass, a little more with every stroke. She ignored the darts of pain as her tight, untried opening was forced wide.

  Her climax built, arousal deadening the hurt. Her clothes-pegged nipples dragged against the sheet, tugging and pinching, and the vibrator buzzed against the length of her clit. Orgasm burst with a roaring in her ears, and on a shout and a shaft of pain, she sank the plug home and collapsed as pure sensation swamped her.

  Several minutes passed before she was able to drag herself off the bed and stand upright on weak legs. She was deeply shaken by what she’d done. Her ass felt full and stretched. One nipple had lost its peg, and she quickly unclipped the other, groaning at the sensitivity. She had less than fifteen minutes before her taxi arrived.

  She cleaned up quickly and put the vibrator in her suitcase. She definitely wanted to experiment with it some more! Then she dressed as fast as she could, choosing her prettiest underwear, a little black shift dress that ended mid-thigh, and her silver fuck-me strappy heels. Mason had only ever seen her in jeans, leggings, and shorts, and she hoped that her sexy outfit would help to weaken his resistance. She dabbed on lip gloss and perfume, and she’d just finished brushing out her hair when a hooting outside summoned her.

  ***

  Mason awoke reluctantly. There was a persistent pulling at his arms, and a voice was pounding in his ears, demanding that he move. With a groan, he allowed himself to be pulled upright, desperately trying not to move his pounding head any more than was absolutely necessary. Goddamn, he had a headache from hell!

  Someone was helping him home. He was going in through the kitchen door, sideways. Oh, there were actually two people holding him up. George and Edna. That was okay. Edna would look after him, because he must be sick.

  “Bed,” he mumbled thickly. He needed to lie down.

  More shuffling and pulling. He’d never realized how far his bedroom was from the kitchen. The feeling of the mattress against his legs was unbelievably sweet, and he allowed himself to collapse, spread-eagled, onto the softness, his poor head cradled on the most wonderful pillow. His arms didn’t seem to be working properly, but he didn’t care. Darkness crept over him again and he welcomed it like a lover.

  When he woke again, his head felt much better. There was no confusion, and he remembered everything—all the betrayals, starting with Evelyn and ending with the mutiny of George and Edna.

  He roared like a lion when he found his wrists shackled to the sturdy headboard of his bed—with cable ties! George rushed into his room with Edna on his heels.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he bellowed. “Cut me free right now!” He yanked at his bonds. He could slide them up and down the vertical slats, but the solid timber held firm, and the cable ties cut into his skin when he twisted his arms.

  “Calm down, Mason. Give us a minute to explain.” George’s plea inflamed Mason’s anger.

  “I’m not interested. Just let me up! If this has anything to do with Evelyn, I will fire you both. How could you do this?” He dragged himself into a sitting position.

  George stepped up next to the bed and looked down at him.

  “I’m returning the favor ya once did me. You’re hurt and angry, and ya were set on doing something very stupid. Ya wouldn’t listen to reason. Evelyn’s plane will be landing right ’bout now, and she’ll be here in a couple of hours. You did that girl wrong, so ya can give her a chance to explain herself.”

  Mason looked up into George’s determined face and saw conviction in his eyes. When he spoke again his voice was quieter.

  “Damn it, George. Just let me go. I can see you believe in what you’re doing. I’m not going to fire you.”

  “But will ya speak with Evelyn?”

  The mere sound of her name sent tumultuous emotions pouring through him. He hesitated too long, and George was watching.

  “I think we’ll leave ya as ya are—to give her a fair go, ya know. Come, Edna.”

  He took Edna’s arm and led her from the room. Mason looked after them, disbelief etched across his handsome features.

  Chapter Eight

  A taxi dropped Evelyn in the driveway of Brady Ranch just before six o’clock. The driver lifted her suitcase out of the trunk and placed it on the gravel next to the kitchen door. She paid and thanked him then watched him drive away, leaving her alone in the lengthening shadows of the dusky evening, wondering what awaited her inside.

  She looked around. It was hard to believe that she’d been here just this morning. So much had happened since then, it felt like a different world.

  The kitchen door opened and a pool of light spilled out. Edna emerged, looking tired.

  “Thank goodness you’re here. He’s been a real handful. Come on in. Leave the case. George will take it to your room.”

  She followed Edna into the kitchen, feeling ridiculous in her little dress, her ass full of butt plug and her confidence in tatters.

  “Thank you for finding him in time, Edna. I was so relieved when I got your text after I landed. How did you make him see reason?”

  “We didn’t,” said Edna tersely. “But you’ll get to have your say. Do ya need to freshen up?”

  “Yeah, thanks. I’ll just go to my room.”

  She slipped down the hall, aware of raised masculine voices coming from the other side of the house. When she came out of the bathroom, George was in the bedroom bringing her suitcase.

  “Hi, Evvy, how’re ya doing?”

  “Fine thanks, what about you?”

  George shook his head. “It’s been quite a day! Will you come talk to Mace now? It’d be better if ya don’t wait.”

  She hesitated. Now that the moment had arrived, she quailed with fear. She was so tired. If only she could wait ’til morning, but George looked determined and impatient.

  “Okay. Give me a moment, though. I need something from my case.”

  George nodded, but he didn’t leave, so she unzipped her case and retrieved the pink bag from Lulu’s Luv Land.

  “I’m ready.”

  George led her to the opposite wing of the house. He stopped and knocked loudly at Mason’s bedroom door.

  “Me and Edna’ll be in the kitchen if you need us. Good luck.” Then he raised his voice. “Evelyn’s here. She’s coming in.”

  He opened the door and stood aside to let her pass then closed it firmly behind her.

  Evelyn stopped just inside the door. Mason was sitting on the bed, leaning rigidly against the headboard, his hands right at the top of the mattress on either side of his body, as if he’d just pulled himself into position. His fixed his eyes on her, pale and intense.

  Seeing him on the bed took her aback, disconcerted her. She’d expected him to be on his feet, pacing, filled with pent-up rage, or perhaps sitting in one of the armchairs by the window, cold and remote. A shiver of nervous arousal caused her inner muscles to clench, and her ass throbbed around the butt plug.

  Only his eyes moved as she edged deeper into the room, tracking her progress, flicking up and down her body. She wondered what he thought of her outfit.

  He wore different clothes from those he’d had on that morning. He looked disheveled; his black, button-front shirt crumpled, as if he’d slept in it, with one cuff of his jeans pushed halfway up his calf. His hair flopped over his eyes—it looked sexy as hell, but she knew it drove him crazy. She fought the urge to cross over to him and smooth it back.

  “Hi, Mason.”

  “Evelyn.”

  “Uh, thanks for agreeing to see me.”

  He sat stiff and unmoving, and said nothing, so she launched into the explanation that she’d rehearsed on the plane.

  “M
ason, I’m very, very sorry about that letter. It’s not true at all. From the time you brought me here, all I could think of was how to get away. I was obsessed with escaping. I felt frightened and very helpless, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. I only caught on to how I felt about you when I was back in Brisbane.” Her voice wavered with emotion.

  “There was a couple at the police station, and the guy was holding the girl and comforting her. When I saw them, I realized the thing I want most in the world is to be with you, together like that. That’s when I knew. Oh god… Please say something! Is it so hard to believe I made a mistake? Everything happened so fast!”

  She moved forward while speaking until she stood at the foot of the bed, beseeching him with her eyes. He was acting so strangely! Even shouting would be better than this inert, closemouthed condemnation.

  “Won’t you speak to me?” she whispered. She dropped her eyes, unable to bear his burning stare for another moment.

  When at last he spoke, his voice was so rough and hoarse as to be unrecognizable.

  “How did you fake it when we had sex?”

  “W-what?”

  “When we fucked. You were so passionate. And you trusted me to do all those things to you. How could you do that if all you were thinking about was how to get away from me?”

  Her cheeks burned but she dragged her eyes up to meet his again. “I wasn’t faking. When we, um, were together, I wasn’t thinking of anything at all. I couldn’t. I was just feeling and reacting. And afterward I thought… Well, I thought you were really good at sex. I thought that was why it felt so much better with you than with my ex. That’s how I explained it to myself.”

  “How can I trust you? You fooled me completely.”

  “I fooled myself even more. Please, Mason, you can trust me. I’ll never lie to you again. I’m in love with you. That changes everything.”

  He tipped his head back against the hard slats of the headboard. There was a purple smear along the underside of his chiseled jawbone, but she couldn’t make out what it was. He looked so uncomfortable, his position seemed forced, as if he was… She looked more closely.