Chapter 14 #2
It’s Juniper he’s addressing that plea to, the girl we are supposed to be mind-fucking and having fun with. Makes me wonder who is mind-fucking who.
“I won’t. Except for this. Ouch.” She palms where her clit must be through the dress.
A woeful grin briefly appears. “Not sorry for that. But, my news.” He bows his head, makes a praying motion then clutches his hands to his chest. “I did a job for Karsten, two years ago.”
“Oh no,” whispers Juniper.
That timing does not sound good. “Wait.” I hold up my hand. “Are we sure this is…” I point at the ceiling, eye the darker niches, the wall mirror.
“Yes, we are sure. Your fraternity would never. I would have heard.”
“Okay.” I relax. “Go on.”
“I was told to watch a certain person and film what they were doing. So, I used one of our best surveillance drones. Night vision, great stability, low noise. Close to sunset, and I shot Nathan and two other men having what I thought was a primal CNC scene with a woman called Riley.”
Juniper has covered her lower face with her tied hands.
“I sent a copy to Karsten. You both know what that film was showing. Telling you this is just completely not allowed. If this gets out, I just made myself unemployable to everyone here.” He goes to one of the armchairs and drops in.
“I said it because I can’t see why Karsten would have reacted as he has if it were truly CNC. ”
“You think it was rape.” Her voice is muffled with her face still shielded by her hands.
“Yes.”
I fold my arms, thinking, trying to see his view. He never told me, but I get why. Feels like a betrayal, but how could he have? “You’re forgiven.”
He harrumphs, inclines his head. “I accept.”
“I’m not sure I can process this here, right now. Is Karsten organizing something worse than usual on a regular basis? Is someone else? Why film it?”
“I know nothing more. I deleted all my copies. What you showed us”—he swings focus back to Juniper—“it was a shortened version.”
She drops her hands and grips the bed. “There’s more?”
“Yes. I don’t understand how Riley can have come into possession of a copy of it.”
I smack the bed on either side. “I’m not doing this here.
” I am not even sure how this alters what I do or think, or why it makes me doubt Karsten.
Some machinations are happening. Dark dealings.
But when are those not happening? “It’s too complicated.
Let’s go punish our fucktoy.” I reach over and grab her hair, lean her across my lap. “Doesn’t change my deal with you, yet.”
“You’re still helping me?” She side-eyes me.
“Yes.” I hold her throat in my hand, slide it up to her jaw. My thumb feels the tap of her pulse in the jugular groove. “You’re too cute to feed to a man like Karsten. Too ballsy.”
She smirks, and her smile softens her, and I know she is only another female…except, somehow, she isn’t. This whole search for the scarred cock is an element of strange that’s coloring how I see her.
“Is that a compliment?” she says.
Tomás comes in close.
“It is.” I look at him. “You ready to do this? We get it over with, fuck her brains out, then I want to return to the hotel so we can talk more.”
“Absolutely, yes. I feel lighter without that weighing on me.”
Juniper swings her head from him to me to him. “Do I get a say in this?”
“No.” I bend over to kiss her, breathing her scent as I mouth her neck with my teeth. “You still have to atone.” I’m letting her have so much fucking leeway. I must be having an off day.
“Strip her. Like we agreed on before.” I push her off my lap so she has to stand, then I hand over the knife.
In two careful slices he makes the dress slither down her body. Only the white lacy underwear remains.
“A pity to ruin these.” But he cuts off the panties then the bra.
Shreds litter the floor around Juniper as she shivers and tries to hold her arms in to hide her breasts.
Impossible, but she tries and the sight of her trying is beautiful to my sadistic heart.
The way her tits squash up beneath her arms, with her areolas playing peekaboo…
One day, I will tie a shibari harness on those, to make them pop even more.
Tomás drops to one knee, holds up the clamp. “Again.”
“Noooo.” Juniper tries to shield her clit.
“Obey.” He nudges her hand, and she withdraws it, biting her lip.
I watch as he swiftly pinches and reclamps her clit, then holds her thighs to steady her. The knife is on the floor near him. She dances in place on her bare feet, whimpers.
“Fuck. You should have warned me.” The cuteness of her dreading the pain yet obeying is pure fire, brimstone, and lust. I grab my cock through my pants and give it a squeeze.
“You’ll survive.” He rises and picks up the end of the rope, winding it around his fist until there’s barely a yard between them.
We exit the room with her in tow.
“Where are we going?” She looks around the hall, obviously nervous.
“First.” I walk behind her and drape the spider gag across her mouth.
“Open.” I wriggle it between her teeth, adjust it, and fasten it at the back.
“Behave and I promise to reveal the other clues from the video, after this. Although…” I reach around and hold her breasts, fondling them while I listen for the telltale hitches in her breathing.
“I’m beginning to love your brattiness.”
“You mean her”— Tomás makes air quotes—“Search for the Elusive Cock.”
I eyeroll at him but her burbling noises around the gag makes me want to mess with her. I squash her nipples until she gasps and backs into me to try to get away. “Can’t understand you when you’re gagged, Miss Fucktoy. I promise to choke you with ours later, so you can check them for scars.”
“We could fuck her a bit here?” Tomás suggests, raking his gaze down her nakedness.
I ignore that, even if I’d love to make her submit right here. “Stage. Up there. Go.”
We head there with Juniper following him like the good little slave girl she is.
Or is until she does something batshit dangerous again.