Indulgence (364 page)

Ross grabbed my hair and jerked me back—straining my neck to
an unnatural angle. “Are you worth it?”

“No, but I want to be.”

“Prove it.” He leaned forward putting his face in mine.
“Show your Master you can do something productive with your mouth. Keep your
hands laced behind your back, and stay on your knees.”

I shuffled over to Kirk lacing my fingers beyond my back.
Staring at the crotch of his pants, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I
glanced up at him, but he didn’t make a move to unbutton or unzip his pants.

I took a deep breath and went for the button with my teeth.
I was glad he wasn’t wearing a belt.

Finally, I got it to pop open and I managed to get the
zipper with my teeth and slide it down. By the time I was done, his bulge was
pressing against the thin material of his underwear making it slightly easier
to free.

I took his head in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it then
rubbing my tongue against the base. Swallowing, I took him slightly deeper.
Then, I moved my mouth up and down the shaft licking and sucking as he grew
harder in my mouth.

I tasted the first drops of pre-cum on the back of my tongue
and picked up the pace. Bobbing frantically against him. Lick, suck, swallow.

A hand grabbed the back of my head, nails digging into my
scalp and forcing me to take Kirk’s cock deeper. His hair tickled at my nose
and his tip pressed down my throat cutting off my airway. I clenched my hands
together behind me and concentrated on keeping them there and not biting down.
I glanced up, silently pleading for air, but it wasn’t Kirk holding me there.

My body jerked, and Ross jerked me back, then pushed me
forward again, forcing me to take Kirk’s cock down my throat repeatedly before
he got bored and released me. I coughed, wanting to curl up on the floor, but I
took his cock again, knowing that if I didn’t put on a good show this time, I
wouldn’t get another chance.

Kirk took the sides of my head, holding me steady as he took
control of the thrusts. He pushed deep, but his motions weren’t as violent.
Leaving me room to breathe and calm my aching chest.

His hands dropped away, but I continued.

Lick. Suck. Swallow.

Taking him as deep as I could without gagging, I looked up,
his hands were fisted at his sides and after looking down at me for a brief
second he closed his eyes and put his head back.

Kirk grunted, I could feel his orgasm begin in the
tightening of his muscles. Then suddenly hot cum shot against the back of my
mouth. I concentrated on trying to swallow, breathe, and milk him dry.

I licked up the rest and sat back, keeping my gaze on the
ground. I hoped that no one expected me to put it back and zip up his pants
with my mouth, but soon that fear was quelled as Kirk stuffed his cock back in
his pants and zipped them up.

“That’s quite a show from someone who nearly refused to
strip a few days ago. But she still has to pay for running. Twenty lashes, then
throw her in lock-up until you’re sure she’s learned her lesson. I’d love to
stay and watch the rest of the show, but I have a plane to catch.” Ross brushed
passed us.

“Stand up,” Kirk said.

I pushed myself to my feet but kept my head down. Then, he
spun me around.

“Take off your shirt and shorts.”

My back was toward them, but I felt my skin burn as I
stripped then Kirk pushed me over, so that I was at a ninety-degree angle.
“Hold the pole.”

I wrapped my fingers around the iron pole of the stairs.
Digging my teeth into my bottom lip, I braced for whatever was going to come.

“Here,” I heard Miles voice behind me, and then the sound of
him removing his belt. For an instant, I thought that would be what Kirk would
use on me, but he folded it up then lifted my chin.

“Open your mouth.”

When I did, he shoved the thick leather between my teeth. I
dug my fingers into the pole as tight as possible.

As soon as the whip came down on my back I screamed into the
belt, struggling to fill my lungs as the next lash connected. After two, I was
ready to collapse. I had eighteen more to go.

I squeezed the pole as hard as I could, fearing that my
hands would snap under their own strain as the next three lashes came.

My muffled screams turned into steady sobs as I felt the
tears dripping off of my face and forming little puddles beneath me.

Six. Seven. Eight.

My chest shook with each breath, and I fell to my knees. The
crack of kneecap against concrete was nothing compared to the fire eating my
back.

“On your feet,” Miles said. He lifted me up and braced me there
for a second while I locked my knees.

The next two strikes came in rapid succession. Halfway
there.

I thought I was going to pass out. Or throw up.

Kirk gave me a few seconds to catch my breath, but the
radiating burn didn’t let up. Snot and saliva clogged my throat and nose,
making it hard to breath.

I wished he’d just get it over with.

I braced myself again, and five more streaks were added. I
heard a hoarse scream with the fifth, and it took a second to realize that it
came from my own throat.

My knees landed against the concrete again and my vision
clouded. I cried out again, just knowing that there were five more to come.

Miles lifted my head, but it was only to shove the belt back
in between my teeth. I shook my head, silently pleading where words failed me.

“You’re almost done,” he whispered, helping me to my feet
again.

Almost done, but I wasn’t really. Five more strokes and Kirk
would be done. The pain wasn’t going to end just because the strikes had
stopped.

I dropped my head, my legs quaking beneath me.

“Silver.”

I felt like every structure in my body shattered into a
thousand pieces at the sound of Kirk’s voice.

“Stand up.”

They both lifted me to my feet, but my legs were useless
under my weight. Miles held me up, while Kirk’s fingers slid through the hair
at the top of my neck. I waited for him to jerk my head back, but he leaned
down and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t break, Sugar. Push it away. Focus on something else.”

I locked my knees and braced my head on my arm.
One, two
,
I counted my breaths,
three, four….

Crack.

Just keep standing.

Crack.

Air in. Air out.

Crack.

The darkness began closing in.

Crack
.

I could still feel the intolerable burn, but it didn’t seem
connected to my consciousness.

Crack.

Kirk and Miles each took an arm, pulling me upright. Lava
poured down my back. And I shuddered as my hair fell over my shoulder brushing
one of the welts, every movement, even the touch of air, adding to the fire.

Kirk twisted my hair and pulled it in front of my shoulder,
then he and Miles guided me back a few steps, so I could sit against the table.
I didn’t want to remember the table. There wasn’t any more room in my head for
torture, even if it was just a memory.

The door at the top of the stairs opened, but I kept my eyes
on the floor in front of me until I heard a female gasp.

Alley
.

“Please, Master,” I whispered, looking from him to Miles and
back again. My voice was hoarse, and it was painful to talk, but I needed them
to understand. “It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t have anything to do with it.
Please, don’t punish her too.
Please
.”

Miles shot up the stairs taking them two at a time.

“Please don’t hurt her,” I breathed. My voice was almost
gone.

Kirk wiped the tears from my cheeks but didn’t say anything.
It broke my heart to think that Alley might get the same punishment because
she’d been assigned to keep an eye on me today. The guard who had walked in
with Alley walked down to us, followed by Miles and a tearful Alley. The guard
moved to take my arm, but I jerked away without thinking.

I didn’t want anyone else touching me. I’d had enough of
people touching me. Every subtle sensation rolled through my body superheating
the burn on my back.

“Take Alley to my apartment,” Miles said, handing the guard
a key, “let her in then wait outside of the door until I get back.”

The guard nodded, taking Alley up the stairs while Miles and
Kirk took my arms to support me. They pulled me up the stairs and through the
side door at one edge of the catwalk. It led through a back hallway to the
elevator. They took me up to the tenth floor.

My only sense of relief came from the fact that Ross had
probably already left for his plane. We walked down the hallway, past the two
rooms I knew until we reached a large silver door. Miles pressed his thumb to a
keypad and the metal door opened. Inside, there were four identical metal
doors.

Using his thumbprint again, Miles opened one of the doors
and they led me into the small room. It was empty except for a small cot in the
corner, and a small toilet and sink.

They laid me down on the bed, on my stomach.

“I’ll bring her some water,” Miles said.

Kirk nodded and crouched in front of me. As Miles left, Kirk
lifted my chin, forcing me to at least look in the direction of his face, even
if I couldn’t focus on it. He rubbed his thumb over my lips.

I waited for the next chastisement. His reminder of why I
was in pain. Anything but silence, but as soon as Miles returned and sat the
bottle next to me then they both left me, locking the door behind them.

I was lost in my own mind, running from the pain.

*****

As the pain began to recede, it made room for the panic to
set in. What if Gabe found out where I was? Would anyone try to stop him here?

The door clicked and I jumped. My body tensed, preparing for
the worst.

Then, I saw Kirk’s face. He leaned against the wall across
from me and let the door shut.

“What do you want, Silver?”

“To live. To not hurt this badly. I’m scared,” I breathed,
and it was like blowing oxygen into the fire on my back. “I panicked.”

“I know. We watched the surveillance video,” he pushed away
from the wall and caressed the back of my arm. “Let’s go upstairs.”

My eyes lifted. I wondered for a second if I was imagining
the whole thing, but he carefully lifted me from the bed, and put another hand
on my hip trying to brace me.

“I’d carry you, but I don’t think you want me to touch your
back.”

I shook my head. I forced myself to stay upright, but by the
time we reached the apartment, all I wanted to do was collapse. Kirk led me to
the couch and let me sit down. He walked away and returned a few seconds later
piling pillows on the far end of the couch then taking a seat next to me.

“Lay on your stomach across my lap.”

I crawled across him, feeling like a thousand snakes were
biting my back at once. Kirk pulled my hair up, tucking it to one side as I
settled. My muscles twitched, adjusting to the new position.

“I’m going to put some ointment on your back. It’ll sting at
first, but then it should ease the pain.”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“I think you’ve been punished enough under the
circumstances.”

He started brushing the ointment on my back with tender
strokes. I buried my face in the pillows, trying not to scream at the initial
touches. Once my body grew used to it, the initial sting wasn’t as bad. I
blocked out the pain and went to my own little grey world.

I noticed that he had stopped moving, but he didn’t ask me
to move, so I didn’t argue. He rested a hand on my upper thigh and dragged his
other through my hair.

“Bend, don’t break, Silver.”

*****

The skin-crawling sensation on my back roused me, and I
glanced around the empty room. No longer was I laid across Kirk’s lap.

I didn’t even see him around.

Something on my back moved, and I jerked to get it off.
Then, I felt the skin ripping sensation of something biting. Pain radiated out
from it, spreading through my entire body.

I twisted, trying to see it.

Still feeling rough skin move across my back, I finally
caught a glimpse of the snake.

It struck again at my lower back and I jumped off the
couch trying to get away.

My limbs went numb as I watched the snake slither off the
couch, its large triangular head ready to strike again. It coiled back baring
its fangs and I jumped away.

Fingers grabbed my arms and I looked over my shoulder.
Ross glared at me, his fingertips digging into my muscle.

“You’re supposed to be in lock up. Take your punishment.”

The burning in my back spread. Every pulse of my heart
sent the venom coursing through my veins, until my vision blackened.

“Thanks.” I heard Kirk whisper as the dream faded.

“I saw the same thing you did,” I recognized the second
voice as Miles, “but are you sure bringing her back up here was the best
thing?”

“Yeah.” I felt Kirk’s fingers brush my neck. “I need her to
trust me.”

“Ross wouldn’t agree with that.”

“So, I won’t tell him. You understand. She’s not like the
other girls.”

“Careful, you’re sounding like a heartsick teenager.”

“Not what I mean. She came from a normal life, so she didn’t
come in wanting to win our acceptance.”

“She came in wanting to fight for her freedom—that’s a tough
thing to break.”

“I don’t want to break her.”

They both went quiet. I heard something rustle then the
smell of pizza hit my nose. Hot and slightly acidic with the smell of tomatoes.

“Don’t tell me you expect me to serve you, too,” Miles
joked.

“No, but you can help me sit her up.” He rubbed my arm. “How
much can you move on your own?”