Chapter 6 #5
He carried me into his bedroom and knelt down with me.
I thought he would chain me to the foot of his bed or something, but he moved aside the bed skirt to reveal a cage door.
This was why the bed was so high. The door swung open, and he shoved me toward the cage with a slap on my ass.
I crawled in, even though I wanted to scramble away.
I wasn’t about to jeopardize my chances of staying where it was warm.
There was no mattress on the floor, but the carpeting was warm enough—far warmer than downstairs had been.
“Behave in there, and maybe I’ll let you sleep up here tonight.
No loud noise. No one will hear you anyway.
There’s a camera there.” He pointed at the ceiling in the corner of the room.
It was aimed at the cage below the bed. “If you need me, stick your hand through the bars and do this.” He made a gesture.
“Don’t fucking piss in there or I’ll break one or two of your fingers, understood? ”
At the violent threat, I flashed to him doing that—his hand twisting mine and breaking my fingers. From there it was only another blink to seeing him burying me.
“Yes, sir.” I needed to know who he was. If I could just be sure…
“I’ll be messaging Charity from your phone while I’m out. Anything you want me to tell her?”
He expected me to trust him? I scrambled, trying to think of a way to say all my problems to her, secretly—that I wasn’t sure who had me for starters. It was impossible. I might not even know if the police were trying to find me.
“No, sir.”
What if they were already looking for me? I sank into his bleak eyes. My nipples scrunched into harder peaks.
“Turn around.”
“Mr. Scott?”
He arched a brow, and I shuffled around on my hands and knees until my lower half was mostly through the open cage doorway, other than my legs, which were tucked under me.
His hand smoothed over my ass, then he patted it almost affectionately.
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I know of.”
“This should help with any lingering discomfort. Stay still.” There was the sound of a jar lid unscrewing, then a slick finger slid into my ass with a bit of coaxing.
I gasped and tried not to move. The slippery substance tingled as soon as it touched me and was in the midst of intensifying as his bare foot pushed me forward into the cage again.
The door clunked shut behind me, and by the time I turned around he’d locked the door.
“What did you put in me?”
“Something to take your mind off your problems.”
I whimpered, the tingling, shifting sensation in my rectum making me feel like I might crawl out of my skin. “What is it though?”
“A concoction I’m partial to. A friend of mine is a both a sadist and an entrepreneur, so he comes up with all sorts of fun ideas.”
I squirmed, pressing my legs together. The tingling burn in my ass was already making my pussy feel hot and liquid. Embarrassed, I looked up at him and bit my lip. I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted…
I just wanted.
“Now lie on your back and show me your pussy.”
A few seconds ticked by. With my fondness for bratting and being forced, I’d stuck out my tongue at two Doms just to tempt them to being rougher and maybe venturing past safe, sane, and consensual. One had walked out, calling me ‘not truly a submissive’.
Here, now, the threat of the basement was enough to make me cooperate, in addition to my fear of Mr. Scott.
With some difficulty because of the low ceiling of my cage, I complied. Lying on my back, I spread my legs toward him.
“Scoot down this way. Come closer.”
I braced my feet against the bars and did what I could to move nearer.
“Closer.”
Blushing hotly, I tucked my legs against my chest and pressed my nether regions to the bars, my pussy and ass as close as I could get, and my knees almost around my ears.
A slick finger circled my clit, around and around, then bumping over the stiff nub.
Oh no…
“Good girl. I’ll be back soon.”
He flipped down the bed skirt leaving me alone with my thoughts in near darkness.
My body buzzed with the effects of whatever he’d used on me.
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to focus on the lingering ache in my ass, but it only seemed to make me more aware of the greasy substance and how he’d made me feel.
He’d treated me like a toy, and now he’d put me away in his toy box.
I lay on my side, staring into the gloom. The carpeting had a mild new carpet smell. At least it didn’t smell like fear and need, but I had a feeling it would by the time Mr. Scott came back.
Should I try to escape? There were bars above my head, too, between me and the box spring. I poked around, but everything was sturdy.
Be honest, Emme—if he’d left the cage door open, would you leave?
No. Probably not.
And the Darwin Award for dumb-ass behavior goes to Emme.
Passably warm for the first time since yesterday, I tried to settle to sleep, but the needy burning from Mr. Scott’s concoction made me curl up in a ball and whimper.
Ages passed.
By the time I heard footsteps on the stairs, I didn’t care what Mr. Scott had in mind. I was willing to beg for anything he was willing to give me.
The shadow of a pair of shoes stopped at the foot of the bed, and I realized how noisy my whining had become. I clamped my lips together, shaking with need, hoping he didn’t decide I needed a beating rather than an orgasm.
The edge of the bed skirt flipped upward.
I found myself looking into the face of a new stranger with hard, dark eyes, and a sexy mouth.
“Well, well. Hello Kitten.”