After I relieved myself, Celia took me to a small, private and curtained room. There was a sink and a set of towels. A cabinet set next to the sink laden with toiletries.
“I’m going to freshen between your legs.” She slid my silk panties down, along with my silk stockings, and I let her. She’d cleaned me up so many times before I held no embarrassment. “Once I’ve done it for you, you’ll understand what you need to do the next time you are told to freshen up.” She lathered up a cloth with some special soap smelling of almonds and honey. “Stand on this towel and open your legs for me.” I did as she asked. She was amazingly gentle, as always. I could almost understand how women swayed over to women. Celia didn’t touch me inappropriately, but her demeanor was so gentle, it lulled me into relaxing.
It wasn’t long before we were back out to Caleb and he walked Celia over to Felipe, who then handed her off to one of the first couples I saw sitting at the dining table. Celia went without rebelling, even when both the man and the woman touched her breasts.
Caleb tugged on my chain, creating another shot from my nipples to my *. I closed my eyes and held back a plea. “Let’s not keep people waiting,” he said.
Caleb tied my wrists to the loops at the front of my corset. We moved close to another area in the same large room. Couches and low tables with candles and wineglasses were strategically placed in an area close to a stone fireplace wall. Flames licked the piled wood within the hearth.
We stopped beside the couple we’d met earlier. Their names for the evening seemed to be Mr. and Mrs. B. A cursory glance and I realized Kid sat on his knees next to them with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. I would have felt sorry for him, but I was too concerned with my own situation.
I wondered what Caleb had planned for the evening. So far, it had a very Eyes Wide Shut atmosphere. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to explain how much he truly meant to me. I wanted him to understand my feelings for him had nothing to do with manipulating him, or trying to gain my freedom.
I didn’t want to be Caleb’s whore, that much, I wouldn’t take back. I also didn’t care for revenge. I wanted Caleb. I knew it was stupid. I knew he was a terrible person, who’d done terrible things. I knew he didn’t deserve me or my love. I didn’t care. During the course of our time together, I’d fallen in love with my captor. I’d fallen in love with his smell and his taste; his smile, kindness, and yes, even his cruelty because I knew it was a part of him.
I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know everything and I wanted it to mean something to him. I wanted him to choose me and accept me. I wanted him to leave everything behind and love me.
“Kitten…” his forehead pressed hard against the nape of my neck, “you ask for impossible things.”
I didn’t care.
I was lost in thought when Caleb’s hand, warm and reassuring, landed on my shoulder. I looked up at him and I let my longing for him show. He smiled, but it struck me as sad. Caleb’s sad smiles never boded well for me.
“Down,” Caleb said, gesturing toward the spot next to Kid.
I let myself sink into the command. I wanted to comply. I wanted to make Caleb happy in any way I was able, in the hopes he would never be able to let me go.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, dessert is about to be served,” Felipe’s low accented timbre silenced the small group. Chairs slid across the carpeted area near where I lay, the sound of people getting comfortable. I wondered why Caleb didn’t pull me up in preparation to eat.
Abruptly, Caleb’s hand was in my hair and pulled me close. He whispered in my ear, “I know how difficult this is going to be for you. It’s going to be difficult for me, too. That said, I expect perfection, Kitten. Do you understand?”
My pulse quickened, my vision blurred. “Caleb….”
“Shh, Kitten,” he reprimanded, “Obey.”
I pulled back when he let me go and our eyes met. He gave me another sad smile and then, for reasons I couldn’t possibly know, Caleb pushed my face down into Kid’s lap. My butt rose off the floor and Caleb pushed against the plug in my ass with his knee. Again, to my mortification, the plug shifted. Beneath Kid’s loin cloth, something else stirred.
Caleb, sounding strained, added, “I wondered how these two would respond to each other.” He removed his knee from my derrière, and I sprang backward, falling on my ass. My bent knees splayed open as I lie on my back unable to push myself up with my wrists tethered.