Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,18
no way I could—”
“You are my slave, and you will do whatever I order you to,” he growled, his eyes flashing like daggers. Without another word he got up from the bath and walked across the room, stopping as he retrieved something from a cabinet. He came back and laid a box down on the tiles. “Open it,” he ordered.
I turned the box towards me and did as he said. Inside there were several metal stoppers and a bottle of lube. “Sir?” I said, looking up at him for clarification.
“Plugs. You will stretch that little virgin asshole until it can take my cock. You will finish getting yourself clean and then you will put one in. Once we get back to your cell, we will see how much progress you have made. If I can’t finish in your ass I will finish in your mouth. A good slave will have my come each and every day.”
“Yes, sir,” I gulped, though I really had a lot of amendments that I wanted to make to that list of orders. Rachel would have a laundry list of counter-demands and addendums. Slave didn’t get a say. Slave did whatever she was told.
Vincent stood and wrapped himself in a towel. “Get clean. Plug yourself and dry off. I suggest you clean yourself thoroughly. You will not get another bath until I decide, so make the most of this one. Clean yourself well, and do not try to escape. This time I will not be there to rescue you. I will be back in thirty minutes.”
Without another word he turned and left, leaving me alone in the opulent bathroom with my tools and his set of particular instructions. He didn’t close the door as he left. No lock, no nothing to stop me from getting up and leaving.
In a way that felt like the real show of power. Everything else was a game for his own twisted amusement. Here’s your prison. I’ll leave the door open. You can’t escape even if you want to.
I set to cleaning myself, not holding back while enjoying this last moment of luxury. The shampoos and soaps around the bath all looked very expensive, everything here did in fact. I cleaned myself from head to toe, pampering myself with the luxury items the Don had around the bath. I would make the most of this moment while I could. Who knew what horrors were waiting for me back in that cell.
After about fifteen minutes I was done cleaning myself. I got out of the bath and dried off, using a towel that felt like a cloud and a hairdryer to dry my hair. My ass was still numb from the punishment on the chair, but the rest of me felt like it had been on a spa weekend.
Maybe this is how he hooked me in. Treat me good. Treat me bad. Always keep me guessing.
I was about to get up and wait by the open door when I remember the box of anal plugs. I let out a hesitant sigh and walked over to inspect the box that I had forgotten. Inside there were five chrome plugs, ranging from small to large. The smallest was the size of a large strawberry, the largest was like a fist. I rolled my eyes, picked up the smallest and lathered it with a generous helping of the lube.
Apart from a plush white bathing robe, I had nothing else on now. I squatted down on the ground, held the studded end of the plug and placed it up against my ass, gasping as the cold metal and gel kissed my hole. I pushed it inside of myself and clenched around it.
Straight away I felt the cold metal stretching me, in a strange but pleasurable way. The stretching stung a little, but like the spanking it left a numb warmth that made me kind of horny all over again.
It actually felt kind of good. This was definitely one of the kinkier things I had done. Even the naughty little Christian girl hadn’t played with her ass.
I stood up and rolled my hips a little, feeling the small plug now inside of me. A small part of me actually enjoyed how naughty this felt, despite the context of this utterly insane situation. I was a slave, yes. Did that mean no part of this would physically feel good?
Walking back across the room, I washed my hands in the sink and dried them off. It was then that