Chapter 10
GRAYSON
I wandered nonchalantly into the kitchen, despite Axl’s air of excitement, and moved the door until it was almost closed. I rarely shut it, but muffling our words was wise.
The text written on the paper had swept through me and left a small amount of chaos.
Scary but fun. I balled up the paper, then straightened it and reread.
I found out something. Scary but fun. Follow me into the kitchen.
I guess I was on edge. What had he discovered? Could she read lips? Did she know who we were? What had I said in front of her that I didn’t want overheard?
I perched on a stool, leaned my arm on the countertop behind me, while Axl pulled himself onto the island counter. His long legs looked incongruous dangling there. A red sports bag he often used for kink toys sat on the floor nearby.
“Don’t get your boot dirt on my doors. What is it?”
He swiveled aside the long arm of the faucet, where it poked his thigh, and smirked at me.
“Get this. She works at a super-religious school and almost became a nun, according to her bio on their website.”
I grunted. “That’s scary but fun?”
He shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a nun.”
“You’ve got problems. A religious kink? Scary? I was thinking she could read lips or was a police undercover agent.”
“Your kink is not my kink etcetera.” He waved a hand.
“And now I have a fucking-an-undercover-cop fetish. The Christian College where she’s employed sent her some messages.
It has a moral code for employees. She teaches history to adults.
Charity was the only one that I saw that she messages directly, who knows about her kinky side.
She’s on a couple of kink sites, but she uses a pseudonym. ”
“Okay.” I stared at the floor. “A nun? I was actually getting to like her.”
“You? Liking a sub?” He snorted lightly. “She isn’t a nun, anyway. Why does this make you not like her?”
“It changes things.” I fell silent, unable to figure out why it changed things.
“If anything, knowing that should up the mindfuck ante. We still have her in there, leashed, collared, mostly naked, and on her knees.” He waggled a finger at the door.
“Yes.” I raised my head. “You think it makes her more vulnerable?” I drummed my fingers on the counter.
“Mm-hmm. We should keep her.”
“Keeping her is still a no. It’s a huge future problem.” It had long-term difficulties. “I think it would bore me, strangely.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Coming home after a hard day’s work to our captive slave girl praying in a ray of sunlight, then violating her and doing whatever we want to her. No?”
“No.” I didn’t want a cypher, a nothing girl. Or not forever. Or even a brat. Some lightbulb pinged on in my head. She had been bratty and defiant earlier, then became submissive as fuck. “I wonder if she’s decided for sure that I’m not her dominant.”
I’d left her free in there.
I went to the door and peered through the gap to check on her. Emme was demurely kneeling on the cushion. Then I spotted what was wrong with that innocent picture. The little treacherous bitch. I almost laughed at myself. The plate was missing the nutcracker.
My balls felt the need to do more. I saw potential. Suddenly, this cranked up a notch. Axl was right.
I retreated into the kitchen. “Let’s have that Thai before it gets cold. But show me what you brought. I was going to ask for that kitten outfit.”
“GMTA.” He slipped off the counter and landed softly on his boots.
“I brought some of it. I wasn’t sure what you had.
There are also clover clamps, the chastity belt—it has a vibrator attachment and that zappy punishment, which I haven’t tried yet.
” His eyes sparked with glee, then he turned and squatted, pulled the bag over to unzip it.
“Sounds promising. We can punish the fuck out of her for not revealing her religious leanings? God knows why but any excuse will do.”
“God knows?” He grinned and sat back on his heels. “We could. You’re an evil bastard.”
“We both are. What else do you have? We can eat then play with her. She hadn’t done anal until today.”
“Which means spit-roasting her over the table with a cross in her asshole has to be on the menu?”
Say what? I just shook my head at that suggestion.
“Or I could strangle her with a rosary…watch her tongue go purple while I fuck that cross and myself into her deep.”
My insides lurched. Purple?
I turned as I opened the door and was parting my lips to scoff, when I caught the serious introspective look on his face. As if he were truly fantasizing. “Let’s not get too fucking carried away.”
“Though fucking her until we destroy her mind, body, and soul is the whole point. Yes?”
“Not in the way you’re suggesting.”
He brushed past me with his hand shoved into his pocket then emerging—from the sounds he’d grabbed some of the clamps from his bag.
“Why are you being such a pussy? By the way, I got us an invite to a special party tonight being held by some friends who are deep into CNC.” He strolled to where she sat on her heels, with the little skirt and top revealing the dark slim triangle of her sex, and her pert nipples.
As she eyed us both, her tongue tip scooted along her parted lips. That cute signal made me stare.
“No rosary strangling, no cross fucking, but the rest, maybe, after we eat.”
I found I was frowning and rubbed my hand across the stubble on my jaw.
This party had come out of the blue. I checked my watch. Five-thirty.
“How serious are you about this party. When is it? How far? And also…” I thought fast. “How do we stop her from talking?”
“Crawl, princess.” He picked up her leash and indicated the long dining table, then threw me some details.
“An easy half hour’s drive. I’ll be chauffeur for the night.
It’s starts in three hours and you can stay as long or as short as you want.
You in?” Axl toed her ass. “We gag her with a bit gag. Blind her with slit goggles.” He crooked an eyebrow.
“And?” I knew he would have more ideas. As an afterthought, after checking the cushions, I fetched the nutcracker from the only other place she could have hidden it—under the sofa.
Axl’s party distracted me from threatening her with punishment.
We were following our little female, and when she reached the chairs, he hoisted her onto the table.
The long dining table was made from golden-hued Huon pine imported from Australia.
Once he had put her in the middle and arranged her on hands and knees with her butt in the air, he deposited the containers of Thai take-out around her periphery.
“Stay.” He pointed at Emme then placed knives and forks to show the seating arrangements. Next, he strewed a handful of clamps beside his fork, then gestured like some fancy British servant. “Be seated, my lordship.”
We had the same side of the table, but I was at the head end of her, while he was at her rear. The dirty bastard.
“You have a future career as an interior decorator, Axl. Or a butler.”
“Thanks, I think. Where was I? So I have kitten mittens for her, a butt-plug tail, a collar with spikes, and a name tag that says Fuck Me. Good enough?”
“A perfect pussy-cat slut.” I was about to purr. Or growl. “I’m getting a hard-on imagining her in the gear. You know I have that black cat suit with convenient access holes…it should fit.”
Madison was close to her size.
I pulled out a chair and sat. Then I eyed our prize as Axl reached beneath her, squeezed each nipple flat, and applied two clover clamps with tiny swinging weights. Her mouth pinched in, then she bit her lip and whined, but she stayed where she had been put.
It was dark, sadistic, and sexy, knowing she thought she was here due to a lie, thinking this was a crime.
“Good girl.” I stroked my hand over her upper breast, then up her throat to her mouth where I ran my thumb over the plump softness of her lower lip. Teeth clenched, she huffed in small pants.
Was Emme my favorite kind of masochist—one I could hurt and hurt and know it was my dominance that was the key?
My heart stuttered as I looked into those eyes and was struck dead center with a susurrating revelation that whispered of …something unknown and beyond my understanding.
A tiny V of frown lines had formed between her eyes. Tears glistened on her lashes. Framed by still-damp blonde curls, her face was as exquisite as the rest of her.
This was a girl with hopes and a history. She had wanted to be a nun. I wasn’t averse to fucking a nun, or a would-be nun, but somehow knowing these few details had made her into a someone.
She was no longer merely my porno fantasy.
She was a woman, one with a seriously deviant kink for being fucked while forced.
But that was me, in reverse.
Quietly, slowly, I sat back into the chair, still watching her, while Axl tipped food onto our plates and slid mine at me, letting the plate travel under her—past her knee and through her hands—as if on a train track designed by a perverted engineer.
The plate bumped one of the weights and she hissed as the clamp on her poor, squashed nipple tightened.
My balls tightened, also. I swallowed.
Damn, she was plain tasty. I ducked my head and licked at her, seeking access past the metal clamp, curling my tongue around that abused nipple.
Her hands tensed into claws on the table.
I gripped her breast to keep her still. Afterward, I grabbed a fork and began to eat, as if her plaintive sounds of arousal were nothing to me.
When Axl had mentioned strangling her until she turned purple, it’d made my rusty morals creak into action. I figured I knew myself. I wasn’t amoral, just a selfish, one-track man, and what I wanted, I often took, regardless of what others wanted.
And maybe, just maybe, I was not the same as Axl. I no longer trusted him with her. Of course, his threat might be a loud-mouthed fantasy.
Nevertheless, I did not want to see him fuck her. Sharing was caring? Not anymore.
In between mouthfuls, I thought, and I fed her morsels.
She opened her mouth, took my forkful of food as if it were a dildo, stripped the fork clean with her petite white teeth and blush-red lips.
Watching her chew and swallow was as sexy and fascinating as the abrupt sway of her breasts when Axl slapped them, or of her body when he did something to her butt.
I licked my forefinger and stuck it into her mouth. Without questioning, she sucked on it, and my cock pulsed. Less brat, more submissive, definitely, and normally that turned me off. Not her, not yet.
But…Axl. I needed to clear that up.
“Let’s not spit-roast her after this. Maybe at this party.” Liar, liar. “We can let her rest until then.”
“Huh.” Axl had a mouthful of Thai, and he waved his fork, then, “Sure. Also…” He swiveled in his chair, as if looking for something in the room. “Next time, find some chopsticks.”
“There are ivory ones in with the cutlery.” I added softly, “Keep sucking, Emme, until I say to stop.” My tone was a little strained. Fucking her now would have been a great dessert.
Her eyes opened wider, and she gave a muffled noise of acknowledgement around my finger, which created extra suction.
With my other hand I supported her chin, caressed her throat. “Such a pretty, warm, wet mouth…a hole made for dick.”
She blinked then slowly nodded, moving my finger where it sat trapped in that cave. I held the head in place and pushed my finger further, jamming it in until my knuckles were flush with skin. It stopped her sucking, made her retch. My toes fucking curled into the floor.
Axl murmured, “Going in back here…” From her stiffening body and burble, from her teeth on my finger, and judging by the subtle arch of her back, he’d inserted something—his finger from the soft sounds—as he pumped it in and out.
Whatever else happened at this party, Axl wasn’t getting inside her. But this was irresistible, still. Fingerfucked at both ends. Scantily clad woman on my gorgeous table. A naked woman dripping drool and girl come at both ends, soon, if we weren’t careful. Yep, I was a sick bastard.
I’d sort it out later. “Don’t make her come.”
“I won’t.” He grinned. “You know, little Emme, your friend Charity sounded keen on this—what we’re doing to you.” His voice lowered as he worked at her, fingerfucking her pussy. “We should take her, too. What do you think of that?”
She jerked, and I let her rip her mouth from my finger. She blurted, “No!”
Axl’s grin widened. “A maybe then.”
Her fear was obvious in the tension about her eyes, in the way she tried to appeal to me by raising her eyebrows.
It was a mindfuck, though. I smiled and shrugged. “She might like it.”
“Nooo.” Then he stuck a vibe onto her clit, and she ducked her head. Only a small extra whisper of denial came from her before her legs began to shake. I savored the sounds that erupted from her when she was thrown onto the brink of coming.
The hardest part of this night might be saying no to Axl.
In Axl’s SUV, on the way to the party, I ran through his words.
His threats about her friend, and strangling Emme with a rosary had been repeated after he took the vibe off her. He was definitely banned from fucking her. He would not be pleased, but she was mine for the week. Not his.
Emme was seated beside me in the back of the SUV, dressed in the black catsuit with the big, easy-undo zips. Her hands were in mittens—and even opening a door would be difficult. Using a cell phone? Impossible. The butt-plug tail and bit gag waited in my toy bag, to be inserted on arrival.
I flicked the cat ears, and she tilted her head toward me. The blackout goggles with their pinhead view-holes detracted from the costume, but they made it difficult to run, and anyone in front of her would look distorted. The bit gag would make her drool, which was a plus and a minus.
“We’ll need to give her water, so she doesn’t dehydrate.”
“Sure.” Axl angled his head toward us but kept eyes on the road.
He turned down a small side road. The brightness flickering through the trees likely marked our destination. We drove into a clearing where a helicopter sat with its lights strobing the night, and the rotors lazily spinning.
“This will take us to the party. You have to wear a blindfold once we’re in the air. Rules. Sorry.” He shrugged. “Not my house, not my rules.”
“A helicopter, Axl?”
He shrugged. “You mightn’t have come if I’d said the truth.”
I thought about arguing but this was how Axl operated, sometimes. He bent the truth. So did I.
Besides, having to ride in a fucking helicopter to get to it made this party even more enticing.
“Okay. Sure.”