But he wasn’t touching her anymore.
She glanced back at him and saw that he was studying her. His eyes were so hungry, she knew that he wanted her badly, perhaps as much as she wanted him.
Then why doesn’t he just take me?
She didn’t know the answer—she only knew that this was part of his seduction. He was a man, a patient and deliberate man, not some overeager boy who wanted to fumble around in the backseat of a car and then cum all over her hand after some petting and groping.
“Come with me,” he said firmly. He walked toward the bedroom door.
She followed him. The door was actually locked from the outside, which sent a chill up her spine. She reminded herself that she trusted him totally.
Why do I trust him? I don’t even really know him.
“What are you doing to me?” she said, before he could unlock the door.
He turned to her, surprised. “If you don’t know, then perhaps you should leave.” He was displeased.
“I should be allowed to ask.”
“You shouldn’t forget your manners.”
Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry, sir, I just—“
“You just nothing,” he said, and although his voice was controlled, she sensed how angry he was.
“I’m afraid, sir.”
“I don’t care.”
Now it was her turn to be angry. She looked up into his eyes. “Who do you think you are? You think just because you have money and a bit of fame you can treat people like dirt? Like toys to do with whatever you please?”
“Yes.” He smiled at her.
“I’m not your toy. I’m a person.”
“You’re whatever I tell you to be.”
“Fuck you.”
He broke into a wide smile and laughed. “Fuck me?”
“That’s right.” She tilted her chin up, daring him.
“Of course you want to fuck me,” he said softly.
Her face went red with embarrassment. He’d taken her insult and ferreted out the truth of it. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted it so badly, more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. And somehow she’d thought that by turning the tables, maybe he’d do it. Maybe she could enrage him into a frenetic passion and he’d make love to her right here and now.
“I don’t understand any of this,” she muttered.
“Do you want to stop? You’re free to go at any time.”
She sighed. “I want to be with you.”
“Then do as I say.”
Head bowed, she nodded submissively. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry for my rudeness, sir.”
“Again,” he growled. “You don’t learn very easily, do you?” And he swung the door open to the bedroom. Only it wasn’t a real bedroom.
Everything inside was black. Leather. He led her into the black room. There was a bed with four posts. Hanging from each post were a variety of chains, scarves and handcuffs.
There were four long, thick chains hanging from the ceiling as well.
In the corner of the room was something that resembled a pommel horse from gym class. And in the other corner of the room was a menacing black trunk.
“What do you think of it?” he asked her, like he was showing her a new car.
“It’s…impressive…sir.”
“It’s a room of delights,” he said. “You’ll see for yourself.”
“Yes, sir.”
He shut the door behind them and faced her. “You’ve been rude to me, again. This calls for stronger punishment.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you understand why?”
“Because I keep being bad, sir.”
“Good girl. Now turn around.”
She did as he commanded.
He waited a moment. “If you ever want to stop or leave, simply tell me, or if you can’t speak--extend your two fingers like a peace sign.”
Can’t speak? Why wouldn’t I be able to speak?
The next thing she knew, a piece of dark cloth had been quickly placed over her eyes. A blindfold. He tied it in back with a quick and efficient twist of his hands. “And since you seem so intent on voicing your many opinions, I’m afraid you’ll need to be quieted as well.” A piece of rubber was inserted in her mouth.
This surprised her greatly. There were two straps that pulled across her cheeks to keep the gag in place. These also were tied behind her head.
“Now all you will have is my voice to guide you,” he said.
She nodded, breathing through her nose. Everything was dark. Unable to even speak, she felt totally helpless and afraid. Her head was buzzing. She wasn’t sure she could do this, do what he asked.
“Down on your fucking knees, you disobedient girl.”
She hesitated. She wanted to scream. The fear was building in intensity. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. The wooden floor dug into the bones of her kneecaps.
She considered holding up two fingers, but didn’t want to quit so soon. She needed to at least try. Calm down, she told herself. This is safe. He won’t ever hurt you.