5. 5 MCKENNA
5 MCKENNA
Adrian presses his hand to the small of my back, not in an affectionate way but as if I am something to be dragged along, and ushers me up the wide glass staircase. The modern house surprises me. The home in Boston is old and stuffy, with vintage everything. This place was as far from that as one can get.
With every step I take, my stomach sinks to the floor, the smoothie rises in my throat, and my stomach burns with acid.
And I curse my body, because at the same time, my pussy is throbbing. My nipples are screaming for his touch.
He stops suddenly at the top of the stairs and brushes his fingers along my arms.
“You will go clean yourself, hellion. Make sure every speck of your body is clean and every place that has hair is hairless because I am going to use every part of you.”
He leads me into a vast marble bathroom at the end of the hall.
“Strip.” He raises a cool eyebrow.
I have no choice, and I want to get this over with as soon as possible. I take off the camisole and stand before him, my eyes downcast.
I don’t want to see his expression.
“Your breasts are decent. Not too small. I can’t wait to see them with clamps on,” Adrian says dryly.
I bite my lip, holding back a retort, and shimmy out of my panties.
Adrian crooks his finger, and I put the bit of lace in his hand.
“They stink like you do, Mckenna. Open your mouth.”
His look tells me I better or else, so with my stomach on the floor, I do. He takes a step and shoves my panties into my mouth.
A blaze of heat vibrates through my body, my pussy clenches air and I moan over the fabric, the cloth uncomfortable in my mouth.
“Wait here,” he smirks.
I try to think of something that will calm my burning desires down, but the longer I wait, the more anticipation blazes a needy trail through me.
My body is craving his touch with an intensity that scares me.
He comes back and holds out a bristle brush and a bar of soap.
“I’ll be waiting in my bedroom, Mckenna, at the end of the hall. When you are done, walk into the room and stand before me with your hands at your sides. Make sure every part of you is clean, or I’ll have to wash you myself. Trust me, you and I both would rather not,” he plucks the panties out of my mouth. “Be quick.”
“Yes Sir.” makes him smile. He pats me on the head. I want to growl at him and beg him for more, but he leaves the room before I can choose, leaving me no choice but to complete the task he set for me.
I set the soap and brush down, open the massive glass shower door, and step in. The palatial shower is as luxurious as the rest of the place.
I take a moment to set the water temperature just right and can’t help but do a slow circle so the warm spray gets every part of me, easing my muscles. Not that I have much tension, because Adrian’s treatment of me has made my body completely mush.
I exhale a long, shuddering, cover my mouth with my hand, and scream.
The absolute unfairness of all of this hits me.
I might have enjoyed being sold at the auction if it was in play, a fun thing to do with a girls’ night out, or because the auction idea in itself is objectifying, and I dig that.
But the fact that I did it out of necessity because I needed the money is one thing, but to be sold to my enemy and be at his mercy for this entire weekend is another, and I want to run and jump out the window.
I blink back tears, then I start scrubbing my body, noticing the razors that are in a holder on a shelf.
I had shaved before Club Lust, so I am bare in all the intimate parts.
The soap is textured. It reminds me of the oat and honey bar I used to buy in the Farmers’ Market. It smells pleasant, even if it feels coarse.
My stomach is in knots with what’s going to happen. Adrian calls it an inspection.
I have to do my best to get through this weekend, and I am going to do that by detaching from each moment the best I can.
But recalling the heat and lust in his eyes, I don’t think that’s possible.
The first time I noticed Adrian noticing me was right after my eighteenth birthday.
Unfortunately, that was the first time Ava noticed, too, and when Adrian left his parent’s dining room, giving me a playful salute after he declared me the winner of our debate on the risk of environmental pollution in nanotechnology, she marched over and glared at me.
“You will stay away from my brother, or I will ruin you.”
Everyone was scared of Ava, including her parents. I had just survived four years of Ava bullying me out of sight of our parents. After years of her trying to sabotage my riding competitions, I didn’t want to fight with her over her brother.
I close my eyes, blocking out the memory of when we were about twelve that rises to the surface of my consciousness. For whatever reason, Ava was staying over at our house. Our parents often tried to push Ava and me to spend time together. It’s the middle of the night. I opened my eyes because I felt a weight on me.
I screamed. A hand pressed against my mouth. My bedside light flickered on. Ava was on top of me with my trophy. I had just won it, coming in first place.
“Lots of people can ride stupid horses, but I’m a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy. Got it?” She climbed off of me, then left, but tossed something over her shoulder.
It landed with a heavy thud, echoing in the room.
I cried, seeing the broken head of the horse. I didn’t mention it to my parents because I knew by then they’d wave it off.
But I brought it to Grace.
“Oh, honey. You know the trophy doesn’t take away the accomplishment.” She hugged me, and though I knew she treated every rider the same, she was extra vigilant around Ava.
So whenever Adrian asked me out, I said no and tried to be friends.
He was a good friend to me, always there when I needed him. But I didn’t miss the way he looked at me.
I close my eyes tightly, remembering when I submitted my application for vet school. I was in the tiny office nobody used, where I often studied because the offices were closer to the vet clinic I was working at.
“When you have your veterinarian license, I’m going to take you to Hawaii, and we’ll celebrate.”
My belly tingled with nerves because I liked Adrian, too. He had gotten through Harvard, and even though he hated biology, he took classes to better understand my father’s work.
“It’s a deal,” I said.
I remember thinking, finally.
Because by the time I was a vet, I was determined not to let Ava ruin my life.
I never thought it would be her brother who shattered my life.
Stepping out of the warm spray, I grab the black and rough towel that’s left for me. I dry off every part of me before wrapping my hair in the towel and wringing it out.
I hang the towel to dry and step out of the bathroom.
My stomach rolls, and I really do think I am going to spew all over the place.
There is a bright tilling of notes coming down the hall. It’s music I haven’t heard in years, and I had hoped not to hear it because it brings back bad memories.
I make my way down the hall and enter a large, opulent bedroom.
Adrian is sitting in a burgundy leather club chair. He smiles at me as I force my body to move closer to him.
“Very nice. Turn.”
The music crescendo rises and falls, and I stop myself from curling my hands into fists.
Beside him, on a table, is a pair of gloves, a magnifying glass, and a crop. I can also see a dildo, a bundle of rope, and something glass. “How did you find the shower?”
“It was nice, thank you, Sir.”
“Mckenna, I want to tell you again that as angry as I am with you, as much as I plan on using your body to exact my vengeance, I will not cross your boundaries, and I will honor your safeword.”
Adrian could be ruthless in business, following in his father’s footsteps, but he was never cruel.
“Yes, Sir. I know.” I glance at him, and there is something softer in his expression.
As if he’s looking at me with fondness, rather than anger, but then he smiles, and it’s a wolfish grin, like he is thoroughly prepared to eat me.
He stands up, waves his hand, and the music stops.
He lifts an eyebrow. “Motion detection sensors are my favorite.”
I let out a nervous giggle. His black eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “What’s funny, my unwilling hellion?”
He slaps the side of my right breast, and it takes an effort not to hunch my shoulders forward. “Nothing, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I’m nervous.”
“Yes, that’s obvious.” He slaps my left breast in the same way, this time with more force. I can’t hold back the surprised cry.
“Ow!” I lick my lips but force myself to stand as still as I can.
“You look thinner, Mckenna, and not in a pleasant way. Are you not taking care of yourself?” He grabs my chin, jerks my head to look at him, and forces my chin up.
I close my eyes tightly. “Not my usual exercise.”
“A pity. For years, all I could think of was getting my hands on you, even after you always coldly rejected me. And now? Well, it’s a different time, isn’t it?” Adrian pushes his palm against my face, spreading his fingers out.
A fresh wave of wetness seeps between my legs, setting off a new spark of desire low in my belly.
I push thoughts away of what could have been and focus on the moment here, of his firm grip against my face, his gaze so cool it makes me shiver.
I bite down hard because I can’t tell him I wanted him, too.
Adrian lifts his hand from my face and traces my jaw with a fingertip. “Do you like being gagged?”
My belly sinks to the floor. “No, Sir.”
“Noted. It’s time to inspect my piece of property. Stay standing like that unless I tell you otherwise.”
He turns from me and puts on a pair of purple nitrile gloves.
A quiver slithers through my hips. The desire is a low burning flame. I gasp. as he strides toward me.
“Did you clean yourself very thoroughly in the shower, Mckenna?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” With light fingertips, he touches my forehead, and then, with light tapping, he covers every inch of my face, stopping at my nose.
“You’re a hundred percent positive that you are squeaky clean?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If I find you too dirty of a slut you will be punished, Mckenna. Not that I need a reason, do I?”
The way he is looking at me, with heat in his dark eyes. “No Sir,” I whisper.
“That’s right.” So quickly I can’t react. He spanks my right ass cheek, the sound of his gloved hand hitting my flesh echoes in the cavernous room.
“That’s right, isn’t?” He spanks my other cheek, and it sparks to life the pain of the earlier spanking. I can’t help it. I tilt forward.
“You like to be spanked?” he asks, pushing me back up with an open palm.
“Not really,” I murmur.
“Are you sure?” He flicks my beaded nipple. It spreads heat through my breasts, turns the simmering fire up, and I gasp.
“Spanking is fine, but I need more than that.” I close my eyes at the admission.
He presses a finger against my lip. The feel of the nitrile is waxy and I tremble, my body hums with need.
“Yes, you do, my cockwarmer.” He flicks my other nipple, then takes both my breasts in his hands and squeezes them until I gasp.
My entire body is burning now, awake again with desperate need.
“Look, is there any dirt on this glove?” He holds his glove up for me to see.
“No, Sir.”
“Good. But I don’t think you’ve been truthful, Mckenna. I don’t think you are clean.”
He slides his hands down along my sides, then holds an index finger under my nose.
“What’s that in my glove?”
“I don’t know,” my voice is high-pitched. The coolness and detachment he has is making me fearful, but the way he is objectifying me makes me hot.
I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek because those damn gloves pick up everything, and there’s a part of me that wants to laugh at the weird hilarity of it.
Even if this feels like a dangerous game.
“You don’t see that oil? That dirt?”
I look at the glove again. Now it’s shiny with oil and black specks…I think back to the black towel and nearly laugh.
Adrian turns, picks up a white towel, and wipes his finger on it.
“I had higher expectations, Mckenna. But you’re nothing but a dirty, shoe-licking slut.”
My skin flames hot, and my stomach is a bundle of nerves.
Adrian grabs my arm, lifts it, and holds it straight out. He then let it drop to my side and repeats the process with the other one.
He picks up a white towel from the table and wipes his fingers on it.
“Open your mouth and take my fingers.”
I open as a wave of heat rolls down my spine.
“Wider, Mckenna, or I will gag you.”
A tremble goes through me of wicked anticipation. I saw the o-ring on the table. He is going to gag me either way. It’s a lose-lose game no matter what I do, but here he is relaxed, as if he has forgotten that he truly hates me and is playing a role.
I can play, too.
Even though I know it’s not going to do me any good, I need to resist. The way his eyes gaze at me, with heat and possession, strokes that simmering need.
I open my mouth and Adrian sticks his finger on my tongue, presses it down, and rubs his finger along my tongue, back and forth, stopping just before my throat. Fiery arousal, sharp and strong, soars through me, and I can’t stop the gushing between my legs, or the way my nipples bead tighter.
He presses down, and it’s uncomfortable. I feel my jaw starting to close because it hurts to keep my mouth open this wide.
“Naughty girl. The ring it is. I can’t wait to see your tits covered in drool.”
I can’t form the words over the lump in my throat. My mind is swimming with heat, and that tide of arousal has stolen my breath.
He blows a soft whistle and lifts the o ring.
“Breathe, Mckenna. You’re holding your breath.”
I exhale, but it doesn’t help my body relax. Adrian walks behind me. The metal of the o ring is pressed against my face. My heart hammers in my chest. My mouth is so dry it’s like paper.
“Open that filthy mouth wide. That’s it." The straps straighten and tighten, the ring settled behind my teeth, stretching my mouth.
“Ugh!” I squeal as I realize a metal piece is attached to the ring that is sitting on my tongue — a tongue depressor.
“You’re drooling already.” Adrian drags his thick finger along my chin and wipes it on my nose.
I shudder, the humiliation hardening my nipples even more, rising from that burning ache to an inferno that’s going to take me under.
“Now, let’s move on to these breasts.” He holds them as if weighing them, and then he presses his thumbs on my nipples hard, folding them against my breasts.
“Do you like your tits played with?”
I try to swallow, not wanting to talk because it would sound dumb and make me drool more. But it’s inevitable. I can’t fight this. My tongue can’t move. I can’t stop the drool that’s flowing out of my mouth.
“Ooh,” I say through the gag.
He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and lifts it toward the ceiling. The heat of his body blankets me, adding to the sensations that are coursing through my body.
“Do you know how long I have wanted to feel every part of your body? How much I wanted to make you hurt, Mckenna?”
I can’t do anything other than stare at him. The smoldering in his eyes is too much. Transformed from playfulness, he now looks at me with disgust.
“And now you are here, under my hands, helpless. Spread your legs wide. I want this pussy accessible to me at all times.”
My nipples harden at his words and I spread my legs wide because the look in his eyes dares me to disobey and if I follow his orders, maybe this misery will be over. But I don’t want it to be over. This is making me so turned on and I hate that, but the shame that swirls low in my belly is making every nerve ending flare to life with a neediness that’s making me eager to be his plaything.
Adrian clamps a hand between my thighs, his fingers jam into my pussy roughly, the pads of his fingers rough against my sensitive skin. “Look how wet you are, you filthy slut.”
His words make me whimper. Shame knots itself in my stomach. The drool keeps rolling down my face.
He lets go of my nipple, and grabbing a fistful of hair, he tugs until I am staring at the wooden plank ceiling.
“Not so high and mighty now, Mckenna. How does it feel to fall from your high horse?” He adds another finger, twists, and scissors them in my channel. It’s so painful that tears run down my face. But I crave it and I want more. The fire that started is raging now.
He removes his fingers from my pussy. With deliberate slowness, he wipes his gloved fingers over my lips, tracing them slowly.
“Put your hands on your head, fingers laced together, and bend over, Mckenna.”
My heart is racing so fast I hesitate a moment too long.
“Did you not hear me?” He grabs my lips in his gloved fingers and pulls. I swallow, the heat that’s vibrating through my body sending me to do his bidding as I bend over.