Chapter 6 #4
A helpless cry of horrible, tortured pleasure split the air, and I dug fingerholds in the cushion under me, my whole body shaking and arcing like a short-circuiting wire.
He labored over me, grunting, and then he slammed home and held me against him, anchoring my body to his with his grip on my pussy, two fingers in my cunt.
His boots scuffed on the flagstones as his body emptied into mine, giving me the slickness I ached for, but too late to do much good.
My hole burned and stung, and his dick twitched deep inside, making me gasp at the strange feeling.
I lay there, mind shorting out and feeling fuzzy, my scalp and feet frigid from the dousing he’d given me, and maybe from shock.
He pulled out and a rush of fluid followed him, before my body clamped down. And if I hadn’t been so rattled already, I might have died of mortification.
The ties disappeared from my ankles, and I tried to get my legs under me, but they were wobbling almost as much as I was shaking. He pulled me up by the arm and inspected my face.
“Your lips are blue.” He tutted at me, as though I were a stupid child. I just stared at him and would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding my arm.
“Am I bleeding?” I looked down to see if some of the fluid coming out of me was blood, but tears blurred my vision.
“You’re fine.”
He started to walk me inside, pulling me along by the leash, but my legs gave out. For a moment I thought he might catch me, but he let me collapse into the grass.
“When you’re done being melodramatic, you can come in where it’s warm. I’ll find you something to wear.”
“Can I have a shower?”
“You just had a shower. You want another one?”
“No! Not like that. I’m just so cold.”
He sighed, as though I was the most demanding woman he’d ever met. “Crawl inside for me, and I’ll give you a bath.”
I frowned, not trusting him. “A warm bath?”
“Smart girl.” His hard mouth curled, making him look even more cruel and handsome. “Yes, a warm bath. But what do you say first?”
“Thank you for the bath, Mr. Scott.”
He arched a brow. “And?”
I searched through my mind for something—anything. I’d thanked him for breakfast.
“Thank you for…” I began, trying to anticipate what he’d want.
“Being gentle with your ass this first time?”
Saying those words would be pitiful but I was too worn out to protest.
“Yes, thank you. For that.”
That had been gentle?
I pushed myself to my hands and knees, then to my feet, feeling as if I’d run a marathon with sandpaper up my ass.
He tugged on my leash and pointed at the ground. “You didn’t thank me very nicely. Oh, and I told you to crawl.”
I lowered myself to the ground, looking up at him from my hands and knees. There was no way I was going to fight with a man who thought he’d just done me a favor by railing my ass with no actual lube. Who knew what he would consider a punishment if that was a favor deserving of thanks?
“Thank you for being careful with my ass, Mr. Scott.”
“You’re welcome, Emme. It was hard for me to be patient, but I figured you deserved some consideration since you saved your anal virginity just for me. And did you enjoy having a dick in your ass?”
I just stared at him. If I lied, he might punish me, but if I complained…
“I…it doesn’t matter what I like, Mr. Scott.”
He grinned at me. “You catch on fast.” He jiggled the leash then patted his thigh, summoning me. “Now, come on, girl—let’s get into the house. I’m starting to get cold.”
Seriously? He was starting to get cold?
I wanted to seethe, but I was too browbeaten to give him attitude right then.
Focusing on his promise of a warm bath, I crawled at his heel into the house, my limbs leaden and sluggish.
Pebbles dug into my palms. He walked slowly enough to keep pace with me, his hand gentle in my hair.
Although I tried not to cry, once I started, I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t do it, and the tears made hot runnels down my cheeks.
Once we reached proper flooring, I brushed off the grit then kept going.
The stairs were easy enough, but the lack of carpeting in the house hurt my knees. At least it was better than the flagstones outside.
I hadn’t seen the upper floor yet. Like the main floor, it was expensive, understated, and masculine. The upper floor smelled like him—probably like his bodywash and shampoo. Pleasant, although now I found the mild fragrance terrifying because it made me think of his hard hands and harder body.
He had me crawl through a bedroom that I assumed was his. There was a high, four-poster bed, and from the angle I was at on the floor, I could see subtle bondage rings attached to it. When we reached the bathroom, he picked me up and sat me on the toilet, then turned away to wash his hands.
The room was large and opulent—by far the nicest bathroom I’d been in. The fact that he’d let me into his own private space felt strange, as though I was being rewarded for behaving.
I peed, then wiped off the best I could as he sat on the edge of the tub and watched me. The leash chain had been left pooled beside me though still attached.
“See? You’re not bleeding.” He reached back and turned on the faucets, adjusted them.
“No, Mr. Scott.”
“I wouldn’t want to break my new toy already. That would be wasteful.”
I bobbed my head, too unsettled to meet his gaze.
“Come kneel at my feet while we wait.”
Uncertain of his intentions, I moved closer and knelt, even though my knees were aching almost as badly as my rear hole.
Although I was expecting something painful or humiliating to happen, he just tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
“If you promise to be a good girl for me, maybe you’ll get an extra blanket tonight.”
“Do…do I have to sleep in the basement again? It’s so dark.”
“The absolute darkness is good for you. It’ll help you concentrate on important things, like how to please me.”
“Mr. Scott, please. It’s scary.” How had I fallen so far, so fast? This was pitiful.
“Girls who want clothes and an extra blanket shouldn’t whine.”
I cringed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Scott. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”
“Put your head on my knee.”
Trembling a little, I laid my head on his leg, where he’d indicated, and he absently stroked my hair and face, as though I were his dog.
When the tub was full, he stood, and I sat back on my heels.
He picked me up off the floor, put me into the tub, and dropped the leash into the water. He then stripped and got in with me.
Startled, I stared at him.
Although the tub was large, it felt intimate to share it with a man I barely knew. Then again, he’d been in my ass only a few minutes before.
A bath. With him.
Things had gone from abduction to date so quickly my gears were stripped.
Not sure what to say, I focused on how the sudden transition from freezing to hot made my skin tingle and burn. It was hard not to gasp as my body temperature rose. This must be how a frozen chicken felt when it got defrosted.
My teeth were still chattering, but I clamped them together only to find my body shuddering.
I was so core-deep cold it felt like I’d never warm up again.
Tears brimmed anew and slipped down my face, which already felt itchy with the tears from earlier.
I cupped water in my hands and scrubbed my face with it, finding a crust of something at the corner of my mouth, too.
Probably old come I’d missed, or drool from during the ass-fucking. I scrubbed there longer, feeling frozen and filthy.
“Not accustomed to being used so hard?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Hard, but not this hard.”
He grunted. “Are you regretting signing up for this?”
“I thought you were trying to convince me you weren’t Charity’s friend.”
“I’m not her friend, but I’m sure he would have done similar things to you if he would have taken you. Sadists with dark tendencies are harder to satisfy than masochists with few limits.”
“You think that’s true?”
His cruel smile was enough of an answer that I didn’t argue.
My throat hurt from crying, and I swallowed, looking forward to getting a drink of water. For now I’d enjoy the heat of the people soup I was wallowing in with this complete stranger.
“Do you enjoy being a captive as much as you thought you would?”
I opened my mouth, not sure what to say, and only closed my mouth and shrugged.
“Not what you were expecting?”
“I haven’t had time to process. I…didn’t anticipate the cold.”
“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you sleep upstairs.”
My heart leapt, as though he’d just offered me an all-expenses-paid trip to Europe.
“I’ll do anything,” I admitted shamelessly.
“You’ll do anything I want anyway, and still sleep in the basement if I decide that’s where you’re going.”
I swallowed, wishing it weren’t true. “Yes, Mr. Scott.”
“Now come here.” He took me by the wrist and pulled me onto his lap.
He washed me, touching me much more gently than when he’d washed me in the backyard.
When he got to my ass, he played with me there, making me struggle and blush, but not stopping until he was pleased.
By then his dick was hard and pressed against one of my butt cheeks.
“If you don’t like having it played with, you shouldn’t have such a sexy ass. ”
“I’ll do my best to make it less appealing.”
“Do that.” The man had zero sense of humor.
He got up, and I slid off his lap, sloshing water onto the floor. He threw some expensive towels down as though it was barely worth a second thought—as though the cost of repairing potential water damage was nothing.
He lifted me out of the tub and dried me off, then led me into his bedroom, halting in the entrance.
“Are you claustrophobic?”
“Not that I’m aware of, Mr. Scott.”
“Good. Since I wasn’t expecting a…guest, I need to run errands. I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself by accident while I’m gone.”