Page 31 of Ever After
“No, nothing has changed. Since you’re new, I want to extend my hospitality to you. I see you’re coming toTemptresstonight with some friends. I want to give you a private showing of one of the girls. I believe you were interested in Crimson, right?”
This has to be some sort of trap. “Thought you had rules you follow, and that’s that? You don’t seem the type to allow patrons to sample the merchandise.”
“I need a willing participant to test her out, make sure she’s worth what I expect to get for her. I’ll have someone get you at your table tonight, and we can discuss some things.”
I ball my hand into a fist and speak through clenched teeth. “What kind of things?”
“The kind of things that need to be discussed in person. I’ll see you tonight.”
He ends the call, and I want to throw the phone across the table.
“What did he want?” Winston asks, keeping his voice quiet.
“The man of the hour has a surprise for me tonight.”
Finley
Still no rescue from Grayson.
Master has robbed me of my sight, sound, and voice. I’ve had noise cancelling headphones on, a gag in—except to eat and drink—and the blindfold has been secured in place for so long, I have a headache. I feel I have been left here for weeks. I know it’s been only a few days because I’ve counted meals. I’m never alone anymore, but that doesn’t matter. I’m coming to terms with the fact a rescue is never happening.
He unties the blindfold and pulls the headphones off my ears, and I gasp in relief. My headache starts to subside in an instant. I could kiss him, I’m so happy.
“I have a special treat in store for you today. We’re going to go somewhere, and I need you to behave. Can you do that for me?”
I lower my eyes to the ground as he has instructed me. “Yes, Master.”
“Oh, fuck,” he takes a deep, ragged breath. I peek at him through my lashes and see the bulge straining against his pants.
I don’t say anything, and I know he isn’t expecting an answer anyway.
“I want you so wound up you would do just about anything to get off. Go pick out a princess plug, then bring the attachable vibrator with you. I would try the nipple clamps with you, but the dress I picked for you is going to be tight. Don’t want you getting off from that sensation.”
He unties me, and I stretch before walking to the table with the various vibrators. I pick out the ones I know he likes the best and carry them back to him along with a bottle of lube. He inserts the vibrator, attaching it against my clit, and turns it on the lowest setting. Just enough to awaken everything within me.
He pats the top of my head. “Such a good girl.”
He runs his fingers down my cheek. I lean into his touch. I’m starved for it when he doesn’t. I’ve been drugged, sleep deprived, and made to orgasm on his schedule. If he wants a training session after I’ve been asleep for only an hour, he gets it. He can play my body like a fiddle now. He knows all the spots to touch to make my body wake up, but he also knows all the places that hurt the most.
He uses those when I talk back or refuse to do as he asks. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that, too afraid of the consequences. He has a mean streak, and I don’t want to be on the wrong side of him again.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He swats my butt, so I climb on the bed and get on my hands and knees. I press my chest into the mattress, sticking my ass in the air. He gives me a plug almost every day, and I now know what he wants from me.
“Crimson,” I whisper.
“What are you to me, Crimson?” He drizzles the cold lube on my puckered hole and rubs it around. I bite my lower lip to stop the impending moan, but it slips free anyway.
“Your pet.”
I hear his zipper, and the bed dips behind me. I tense up, and he rubs my back, soothing me. “Shh, Crimson. You’ll love this. Just relax for me.”
He pulls my cheeks apart and presses his blunt cock against my asshole, the pressure he applies slowly opening me to him. I try to crawl forward, out of his grasp, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place.
“Don’t you dare move. You’re going to let me fuck your ass. If you fight me, I’ll force it.” I hold still and push my breath out. I repeat this a few times until I’ve calmed myself down. “Good girl. Now, I want you to push back against me.”
I relax even more with the aid of his praise and do as he asks. The burn of the stretch is present, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. The plug the past couple of days has helped to stretch me. I press back against him until I feel his balls rest against my ass, and I take a few deep breaths.
“Oh, fuck, Crimson. I want to be balls deep in you all the time.” He pulls back, and the drag of his cock in my ass sets everything on fire.