Chapter 5
Aaron
My words have stirred fear in her. Good. A little fear is good and feeds the sadist in me. She has no idea what I meant, and after the cane, I don’t blame her.
The cane lies on the floor beside her foot.
Her ass is decorated with almost-parallel lines of red that I created. It’s the sort of perfection I can suck into my soul, like a Picasso, a Rembrandt, or an equation on the lifespan of the sun.
“Hold her still.” I wait for him to do so, his hand firm in her hair. She cannot escape anyway, not without the chair she’s bound to, but a man’s hand on her will make this have more impact on her mind.
I plan to break this woman, like I always do. Subdue her, break her, make her understand her place is on her knees.
Her ass shifts as I search in my pocket. Fuck.
Her slit is wet, pink, and swollen. Where it sticks to her, my come shines in the light filtering through the shuttered windows. Her asshole almost begs me to fuck with it.
“Awesome shibari.” I grumble saying that. Red rope, red cane marks. Something about her bothers me.
In reply, Tomás tugs on the rope harness he tied at chest level that winds around both her breasts.
Am I too attracted? Is that what worries me? She killed a man, remember? It’s that. I doubt I could ever trust her, but the challenge drags at me. All the way to the abyss. If the day ever comes when I feel I can put a knife in her hand and sit beside her… That will be my benchmark for taming her.
Quietly, I again pick up the cane. She flinches.
She has the lush kind of ass I can write poetry on in red, black, and blue. I nudge the rope that runs over her lower back, trace it with the cane tip, then go down the back of one leg, past the stripes of red from the cane’s mark. She shudders as I do so.
I will put her out of her misery and lower myself to both knees behind her.
My come has trickled down her inner thighs. My claiming of her. When we lock her away it can stay on her.
She can beg me for a shower or stay filthy.
“Ready?” I ask her.
After a sharp inhalation, she shivers.
What does she think I’m about to do? Stick some of Tomás’s needles in her pussy?
I switch on the small black vibe, push it between her parted thighs, and apply it to her clit. At the first touch, with the hum echoing in her flesh, she squeaks and tries to raise her head.
Tomás holds her down, of course.
I’m grinning at the stark signs of arousal she’s started to make. The small gasps and moans, the rhythmic tensing of her muscles, and the way her back moves as she strives to wriggle.
“I love fucking with your head as much as hurting you.” Then I bite one side of her ass and press the device deeper into the slush of her arousal and my come.
She squirms on it, moaning, bucking a little, with her eyelids fluttering.
Her gaping mouth twitches as she tries to close it, shining with spider-gag steel and spit.
“Degradation.” I sigh dramatically. “You’re lucky I’m not into shit or piss play. I’d get you to beg but…” I shrug. Should’ve grabbed the giant ass-plug though. Next time.
Tomás screws his hand tighter into her hair, and I turn up the setting, the throb boring into her as she sobs and humps the vibe. Then I insert three fingers into her, formed into a cone so I can really stretch her.
And she starts to orgasm immediately, her intimate muscles spasming down on me.
Perfect fucking ending to a morning, almost.
“Let’s see if we can get one more out of you,” I murmur to the woman currently gasping in a puddle of her own spit while Tomás teases her and bites along her side.
I get another from her, then another, before I am satisfied. When untied from the chair, she flops in a heap on her stomach and lies moaning and panting on the floor.
Still cuffed. Still mine.
I poke her with my foot. “The cage for you, now. Lucy won’t mind lending it to you.”
It’s not Lucy’s cage, but Juniper won’t know that.
Tomás begins to untie the remains of the rope.
We half carry, half drag her out into the foyer, and down the hallway, with her feet barely doing anything at first. Eventually, she stumbles to her feet and walks the rest of the way to a back room, stands swaying before the cage as Tomás opens it.
“Want to shower before you go in?” The space is only half as high as she is, so she’ll have to crawl, and there’s a mattress and a bowl of water. Tomás tosses the keys to the cuffs in his palm.
She gulps and glares at us both. Her stubbornness has resurrected. “Yes.”
“Okay. Say, please, Mr. Loxland, may I have a shower to clean off your come, and the shower is yours.”
“What. No.” Her face contorts as if she holds back some angry words. “No. Just, no.”
“You’ll learn.”
We uncuff her, bundle her into the cage, then lock the cage door. After that we exit and close the door from the hallway. The only light in there comes from a slit of windows just below the ceiling, but I have a cam set up to watch her that has great low light capability.
“Thanks for the help,” I tell Tomás as he pauses in the front door. In the driveway, his black Jaguar gleams in the sun, and Lucy jumps on him and licks him with all her usual enthusiasm. He pats her, smiling, cooing at her.
“You’re spoiling her!”
“She needs it.” He kisses, actually kisses her, on the nose. “You’re sure you don’t need me for more fun with her.” His teeth show as he nods toward where we have Juniper caged.
“You wish. I’ll get her out around lunchtime and hose her in the courtyard, feed her something. You, however, I need you to arrange for that body to be moved. His vehicle is gone?”
He taps his pocket where his phone is. “Done that as soon as you asked. It’s on its way in a truck, going south to be pulled apart. The body might be harder to get done.” He tsks. “You willing to pay?”
“Whatever it takes. Do it yourself. No one else gets to see that.”
“Okay. The price is the same as for the car, plus I get more of Juniper.”
“Sure, sure.” I smile. “You do interesting things to your women. Let’s make it a date at the CNC frat party. You know the boat leaves in the morning?”
“Yes, I knew. See you then. Bye, Lucy.” He gives her one last hug and smooch before he strides to the Jag.
Leaning on the door frame, I watch him drive off, with Lucy sitting on my feet and getting her usual pat. She nudges me, and I look down to see her soulful eyes and her with a mouthful of her long-eared toy rabbit. Her well-chewed stuffie has one leg and numerous holes.
“You sure?” I take it from her and stretch back my arm. “Go!” I toss the toy the length of the hallway and watch her gallop after it, snatch it up, and return at a joyful trot. “More throws?”