Present Tense (Out of the Fire #3) - Candace Blevins Page 0,57

The woman was probably attractive when she didn’t have eyeliner and mascara tracking down her cheeks, and huge red splotches all over her face from crying.

Kelsey only gave the girl a quick glance before looking away, and she purposefully turned her back on them and walked to the gaming chair she’d discovered she liked. Eunice was sitting on the floor playing the latest Far Cry. “Let me get to a place I can save. I have a driving game for you to try.”

Kelsey moved and took a seat inside the setup with the steering wheel and pedals, and watched Eunice finish the fight and move to a sheltered position before he saved and pulled out so she could go into the game he’d downloaded for her.

And perhaps it was wrong to do so, but she dipped into the poor girl’s head to see what she was thinking. The woman was twenty-six, and was married to a forty-five-year-old man. She loved him, but she also loved his money, his mansion, and the life of luxury she now led. She absolutely did not want to have to submit to these three men, but she’d screwed up and gotten a traffic ticket and then mouthed off to her husband about it, and he’d decided she needed a reminder of how to properly submit. She could walk out at any time, but he’d kick her out of the house and divorce her if she did, and her prenup said in the event of a divorce she’d receive ten grand for every anniversary they celebrated until their tenth, and then she’d get a hundred grand for every anniversary past that. They’d been married three years and no way was she going to fuck this up.

Kelsey pulled out of the woman’s head and focused on the game. We all have to make decisions about who we are and what we’ll accept. This woman had done so. True, it meant she was taking a baseball-bat sized cock up her ass and was in agonizing pain, but it was her choice. She had a safeword that would stop everything — she was choosing not to use it. Kelsey had put up with much worse for five years because she wanted to be a vampire.

Eunice stretched his legs out in front of him from his seat on the sofa. “Every point against you for a traffic violation will be a clothespin on one of your breasts. You’re covered now, but at the first fuck-up, this pretty shirt will come off. If you wreck, I have nice strong clamps to go on your nipples.”

She looked into the bowl he’d put on the coffee table and saw stainless steel clothespins she knew from experience would hurt like fuck, and industrial clamps meant to hold huge pieces of lumber together. There were five, and she figured that meant one for each nipple, one for each of her outer labia, and one for her clit.

“I respectfully ask for a five-minute practice session before I start over and begin fresh with your consequences, Sir.”

“Since you asked nice, sure.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to point out he should’ve said nicely, but she figured he’d take to that about as well as Fabio had — and that he might change his mind about allowing a practice session.

“Thank you.”

“Does she get an orgasm?” James asked from behind them, and it took a second for Kelsey to realize he was asking if the slave could have one.

“Up to you,” Eunice told him, “but I’m not sure she can pull one off right now. If you order it and she doesn’t, you’ll be responsible for punishing her.”

“Play with your clit, you little cunt,” James told the woman. “You have five minutes to get yourself off while I fuck your ass, or I’ll set you up on the fucking machine for two hours when I’m done with you. We’ll see how you do with dildos fucking all three of your holes while you’re bent over with weights on your nipples and clit.”

Based on the sounds she was hearing, Kelsey thought he’d released one or both of her hands, and the woman was now trying to work herself to an orgasm. His threat for the fucking machine had sent both arousal and fear hormones into the room, and Kelsey figured that would probably help the woman find an orgasm.

The fact such a machine existed somewhere in this house had Kelsey wondering if they’d someday put her on it