Seduced in the Dark (17 page)

Caleb knew the game. If she spilled her tray
of drinks, she would draw the collective attention of the guests
and her master would punish her for their amusement. It was wicked,
but relatively benign as far as games went. The young woman’s
master didn’t appear to be predisposed to violence. The girl’s
tawny skin was pristine.

Caleb looked at Kitten who seemed transfixed
by the sight of the woman. Her slender hands were bawled into tight
fists and her face appeared flushed.

“What are you thinking, Pet?” Caleb asked.
It was the first moment they had to themselves and he was somewhat
surprised at how much he enjoyed being in Kitten’s sole company. He
smiled gently when her big, puffy, eyes shyly met his.

Her lips trembled from her effort to keep
fresh sobs from escaping. Caleb sighed. So
much for a moment of
peace.
He pulled his fingers away from Kitten and stood up to
get a glass of wine from the tray.

The girl was deathly still as he reached for
the glass. Her lips were slightly open, allowing for slow and
shallow breaths. Caleb did the girl a favor and carefully selected
a glass that wouldn’t disrupt her balance and returned to Kitten
who immediately rubbed her head in supplication against his
knee.

“Scared I would leave you?” he taunted.

Kitten nodded against his knee.

He was still angry from their showing with
Rafiq earlier but it was directed mostly inward. He shouldn’t let
Kitten get to him. “It would be no less than you deserve.”

She whimpered and pressed even closer.

Caleb knew he should correct her behavior,
but he opted to reward the fact she wasn’t crying. He was also
oddly pleased that while she did not respond to Rafiq, or his
orders, she had attempted to follow all of Caleb’s. To varying
degrees of success, he mused. He reached into his pocket and took
two vicodin from the bottle he kept there. He was out of morphine
and Kitten still had a lot of pain.

“Open your mouth,” he said. He offered her a
smile when she immediately complied. He knew she was scared. He had
no doubts it was the only reason she obeyed him, but having her
yield was still incredibly arousing. He put the pills in her mouth
and lifted the wine glass for her to drink. He watched the long
graceful slope of her throat as she lifted her head to swallow
greedily until the glass was empty. His cock stirred.

Kitten’s chocolate colored eyes looked on
him in gratitude and supplication. She could say so many things
with her eyes. All of her emotions were there for him to see. If
she was an actress, she was a very good one.

Or perhaps you only see what you’d like
to see.
Caleb’s brow furrowed slightly and he noticed Kitten
instantly returned her stare to her thighs. Perhaps Caleb
also
said things with his eyes. He needed to stop that.
Caleb looked up just as Rafiq made his way over and sat in the seat
next to him.

“I put the whore down,” Rafiq said in
Arabic.

“Here?” Caleb was careful not to telegraph
his mild surprise.

“Caleb, please. We are guests here. I put
her down in the cellar… to sleep.” Rafiq’s tone was meant to poke
fun at Caleb.

Caleb didn’t see the humor. He nodded and
let the subject drop. “How much longer is this going to last? I
want to get out of these ridiculous clothes. You deliberately
didn’t tell me you were here. Furthermore, you didn’t mention there
would be so many people bearing witness to our crimes. Yet,
I’m
the sloppy one.”

Rafiq laughed and smacked Caleb on the back
of the shoulder. “Ah,
Khoya
. It’s always betrayal with you.
Even as a boy, you had to have things on your own terms. Do you
remember the first time I took you to a brothel? You’d never been
with a woman, but you would not be content with just any woman. It
had to be the ‘perfect’ woman! Then what happened,
Khoya
?
I’ll tell you: you lost control and finished in less than a
minute!” Rafiq laughed so hard, he shook Caleb’s shoulder as he
laughed.

He
loathed
that story and the way
Rafiq took such enjoyment in its telling. He did not like being
made fun of, even by someone he considered a friend, a brother, and
most importantly, an ally. Caleb felt his face warming in equal
parts anger and embarrassment. “Damn you, Rafiq! If you want to
reminisce with someone, why don’t you find your friend, Jair? I’m
sure you’d enjoy his company much better.” Caleb shrugged off
Rafiq’s hand.

Rafiq wiped tears from the corners of his
eyes as he slowly brought his laughter to a winding halt. “Such a
child, Caleb. Jair is a source of information when you are less
forthcoming. I know you well,
Khoya
, and I would be a fool
to think you tell me everything. Besides, I wanted to see this girl
you’ve selected for Vladek. I want to be sure she’s
perfect
for the task. Frankly, as of this moment, I am unconvinced.”

Caleb drove his anger inward; absently, he
reached out to stroke Kitten’s hair. “I take offense, Rafiq. I
chose Kitten myself and just as in your story: I’m content with my
choice. Did it ever occur to you that a minute in that whore’s arms
was all I needed?” Caleb finally relented and smiled, “She said it
was perfect.”

Rafiq chuckled, and Caleb couldn’t help but
laugh with him. They’d known each other for a very long time. Rafiq
was the only person who really knew Caleb, and despite their odd
and often tense relationship, Caleb had to admit it was good to
laugh with him again. It had been a long time since they’d seen one
another and their phone calls had been mainly business.

Caleb relaxed.

“I’m sure it was the best minute of her
life,
Khoya
.”

“I agree.” Caleb smirked. He was sure Rafiq
was about to offer another witticism when their host for the
evening called the room to attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I have a
special treat for all of you. Thanks to some dear friends, I have
recently come into possession of a glorious new slave. He is raw
and unbroken, but I am sure you can appreciate the novelty of
seeing one so inexperienced.” He chuckled, “Alas, I have given the
pleasure of mastering him to my long-time slave: Celia.”

A soft murmur of approval and applause
rippled through the room. Caleb glanced at Rafiq who seemed amused
by Felipe’s antics. For Caleb’s part, he was somewhat reticent
given Kitten’s reaction to seeing the blonde girl. He braced
himself for whatever might come next. It was too late to leave the
room.

“My Celia hails from Spain, and her English
is very poor. I will be translating on her behalf and assisting. I
hope you enjoy.” Felipe waived his hand and a door opened,
revealing Celia, dressed in a tight, white leather corset, with
matching stockings and shoes.

Caleb’s pants seemed tighter. Celia was a
quintessential Spanish beauty. Her hair was jet black and her eyes
were so dark, it would be easy for anyone to get lost in them. Her
mouth had been painted a deep red to match the flower in her hair.
Her skin was a milky expanse that would surely show every mark laid
on it. Celia’s breasts were bare in the corset and her tiny breasts
were pale white against the deep raspberry color of her pebbled
nipples. Beneath the corset she wore no panties, leaving her bare
pink flesh open to the scrutiny of prying eyes. She had been
spanked earlier and the rounded globes of her ass showed it. Her
stockings were white fishnet and created an alluring pattern as
they hugged her thighs, and legs. Her leather half-boots were small
and dainty with a tiny bit of lace at the top. Caleb had to give
credit where it was due, Felipe’s slave was glorious. He was
suddenly aching to see what she could do with her whip hand.

Next to his chair, Caleb noticed Kitten was
also transfixed by Celia. He stroked her hair, silently content
when she inclined toward him and rest her head against his knee. He
did not neglect to notice she kept her hands dutifully in her
lap.

There was a slight commotion as two men
escorted the boy Caleb knew as
Kid
, through the same door a
few seconds later. Kid was obviously a man, no younger than
eighteen, no older than twenty-three, but his face lent itself to a
certain boyish quality that had obviously led to his nickname.
Caleb had to agree it had been well chosen.

Kid entered the room blindfolded, bound and
gagged, but otherwise naked. A cursory evaluation showed he’d been
beaten, but it wasn’t as bad as Caleb would have thought. Almost as
if someone had intervened on his behalf before the boy ended up
like his girlfriend. Caleb shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Something about the boy was off-putting to Caleb.

“He looks like you a bit,” said Rafiq.

“Fuck you,” Caleb said in English. Kitten’s
head snapped up, but came back down to Caleb’s knee when he gently
pressed.

Rafiq laughed, but offered no further
comment.

Celia spoke her words with authority, “Put
him on his knees and lock his wrists to his ankles.” As the men did
as she asked, Felipe translated and the crowd clapped softly.

Kid noticeably trembled, but surprisingly,
he did not struggle against the two men. Caleb wondered if he was
naturally submissive, or if he’d been brutally reminded of the
punishment for disobedience. He hoped it was the former. If the boy
had anything to do with Kitten’s condition, Caleb would see to it
he suffered: compliant or not.

“Take the gag out of his mouth,” Celia
ordered. She sauntered over to Kid and ran her fingers through the
boy’s shoulder length hair, easing him into a false sense of
security before she fisted the gold strands and snapped his head
back.

“Fuck!” the boy yelled. He tried to pull out
of Celia’s grasp, but she held him easily in her tight little fist.
Caleb was impressed.

“Does it hurt, Slave?” She crooned. Laughter
could be heard in the room.

The boy was silent. Behind his back his
fists clenched and his arms strained against the restraints he
wore. Celia pulled harder, wrenching his head back in such a way
his throat was completely exposed. “Yes…Celia,” he finally
whispered.

Slowly, the soft music that had been playing
began to fade until the room was stark in its silence. It drew the
moment into sharper focus, each sound lending itself to an action.
The room itself seemed to become a living thing, breathing,
vibrating, and hungry. Even Caleb was not immune to the charm of
one petite girl mastering someone twice her size.

“Very good, Slave.” Felipe’s voice was
scarcely above a whisper when he translated Celia’s words. Caleb
did not require the translation, but he could appreciate the way
Felipe’s voice, low, but full of authority, drew the others in as
they strained to hear every word.

Celia released Kid’s hair and he audibly
sighed in relief. She stroked the gold strands for a few seconds.
Her audience sighed in approval as they listened to Kid’s ragged
breaths.

Caleb had always marveled at the way a
person’s inability to see lowered their inhibitions sharply.
Surely, Kid would be humiliated to know the sounds he was making
were being heard and interpreted by a room full of people who lived
for such things. Caleb was almost embarrassed for him, or perhaps
he was only uncomfortable watching.

Slowly, seductively, Celia caressed the
boy’s face, his neck, and his shoulders. She let herself take the
time to coax him into desiring her. Kid could probably smell her
perfume; nearly feel her nipple make contact with his face as she
stood in front of him, touching him like a lover in a room full of
strangers. When Celia pulled a way, the boy nearly fell on his face
chasing after the smell of her.

“She’s very good,” Rafiq suddenly whispered
in a hushed tone. Caleb nodded in assent.

Celia quietly circled the room, finally
coming upon a squat, round man, wearing a cowboy hat and a bolero
tie. She inclined her body toward him, rubbing her pert nipples
across his chest sinuously. The man chuckled and leaned forward in
an attempt to kiss Celia, but at the last second, she reached for
the flogger in the man’s hand and sharply turned on her heel,
slapping the man in the face with her hair.

The room erupted in laughter. “Damn it,
Felipe,” said the man in a thick Texas drawl, “You are a lucky
bastard. Go on honey, you teach that boy a lesson.”

Celia smiled for the crowd and cheekily
waved her flogger. “Put your face on the ground and lift your ass
in the air,” she said.

Kid flinched and didn’t move to obey, even
after Felipe translated. The crowd hissed in disapproval.

“No?” said Celia.

“Please,” Kid said, with a whimper. And it
was most definitely, a whimper. “I’ve had enough. No more.”

Caleb shifted in his seat. He stroked
Kitten’s hair again and abruptly she shifted to sit between Caleb’s
knees, her head landed on his upper thigh and she pressed his hand
to her ear.

“She’s quite bold, Caleb. I’m surprised you
let her get away with things like that.” Rafiq quietly scolded.

“I told you Rafiq, she is not herself. Stop
acting as though you’ve never been lenient. I’ve seen you train.
Even you, have your moments.” With that, the subject was
momentarily dropped.

“Enough? I’ve barely started,” simpered
Celia. “And of course…,” she said as she raised the flogger. She
waited a moment, letting her audience share in Kid’s anticipation,
before she brought the flogger down across his chest, “You forgot
to say, ‘please,
Celia
’.”

Kid groaned, biting hard on his lip as he
attempted to rub his chest against his knees by doubling over.

Celia swished the flogger in the air and
brought it back down across Kid’s back and this time his groan was
loud and open-mouthed. “Will you obey me?”

“Yes, Celia,” the boy said through gritted
teeth. The crowd applauded.