Seduced in the Dark (29 page)

“You won’t be for long.”

Caleb didn’t relish the idea of pushing
Kitten away for good. It didn’t give him any satisfaction to know
she would soon come to hate him with such fervor as to annihilate
any warm sentiments she may or may not harbor toward him. He didn’t
like knowing Felipe, and possibly Celia, had been watching her,
watching
them,
since they arrived. Without exception, he
loathed the thought of her being sold to Vladek Rostrovich.
Regardless, he had spent the day trying to make peace with each of
those things.

As he descended the stairs, he could hear
Kitten’s naked feet slapping against the marble behind him. He
glanced back and watched her breasts bounce as she took each step.
If there was anything left to be excited about, it was the guilty
pleasure of still having time to spend with Kitten. Even if, the
time would be spent torturing her with pleasure or pain…or perhaps,
because of it.

Caleb’s tastes, while narrowing toward a
specific person, had not changed. He still liked power and control.
He still liked tasting Kitten’s tears and forcing her to ache for
pleasure she’d first said she didn’t want. In short, he was still
the sick fuck he’d always been and he was going to enjoy every
minute of what he had waiting in the dungeon downstairs. He’d been
sure to sweep for cameras.

As he reached the bottom of the steps he
turned and waited for Kitten. “Stop looking around and hurry up,”
Caleb prodded.

Kitten’s gaze met his for a fleeting moment
before she covered her breasts with her hands and took the last few
steps at a brisk pace. As she stood in front of Caleb, he could see
how much she trembled.

Caleb turned quickly and made his way toward
his destination with Kitten close on his heels. Finally, he
approached the heavy wooden door that would lead them down into
what had previously been a wine cellar, but was now a dungeon
designed for far more interesting pursuits. He begrudgingly had to
give it to Felipe – the man had an impressive imagination.

“Give me your hand,” he said to Kitten. It
felt cold and clammy to the touch, but Caleb didn’t mention it as
he delved into the darkness below. He carefully placed each step
and guided Kitten along. A few more steps and Caleb reached for the
light switch. The light flickered as it came on and bathed the
stairs in a soft yellow glow.

Kitten’s trembling became intense and she
gripped his hand. Though Caleb tugged gently, she wouldn’t move any
further down the stairs. She seemed incapable of moving, such was
the nature of her apprehension. Nonetheless, there was no begging.
No crying. Her fear was obvious, but her courage more so.

Without another word, Caleb turned and
placed her over his shoulder. Kitten gasped, but didn’t otherwise
protest. She held on to him tightly as he descended the stairs
backward.

“This used to be the wine cellar,” he said
softly against the curve of her hip. Her body shook again, but this
time it had nothing to do with the cold. All around her were
restraints, and pain inflicting instruments. In the center of the
room stood a large leather clad table with ominous metal parts
attached.

Caleb sighed headily. Though he didn’t much
like the reason he was doing this at this particular moment, he
knew it was something he was still going to enjoy. Even now, he
grew hard as she pulled her weight up and managed to wrap herself
around him tightly. He was sure she hoped he wouldn’t do what he
was about to do. He lifted her legs and had her wrap them around
his waist as he brought her down from his shoulder and into his
arms. He took a moment to revel in the clean, wet smell of her
hair, the feel of her warm breasts pressed against his chest, and
her pussy hugged firmly against his belly.

“The first thing you should know,” he said
softly into her hair, “is obedience is expected, and will be forced
if necessary.” He slid one of his hands down her back and over the
curve of her behind until he reached the lightly parted lips of her
pussy. She gasped and froze in his arms. “And despite how I torment
you, I always find a way to make you feel good.” He rubbed her
gently, coaxing her shy clit to swell beneath his fingers. “Don’t
I?” She nodded, but gripped him tighter. “Do you trust me?” She
shook her head.

Caleb sighed. “I guess you’ll learn to.”

He walked to the table and laid her down,
his body held firmly to hers as she silently refused to let go. Her
eyes misted over with tears and the fear crouched within them was
unmistakable.

“Trust me,” Caleb said. He reached behind
his neck and gently pried her arms away to hold them in his right
hand close to her chest. “I know you think I haven’t given you a
reason to trust me, but I’ve never really hurt you if you think
about it.”

“Caleb…
please
,” she whispered.

Caleb knew she hadn’t meant to speak. He
watched as she shook her head and closed her eyes. Perhaps she was
waiting for his anger, Caleb knew she had a right to expect it, but
he wasn’t angry. He was much too excited for anger. Too surprised
at how good it felt to have her call him by his name again. Even if
on the heels of realization, was the reminder it couldn’t last
between them. Their time together was short.

“Put your legs in the stirrups – and don’t
use my name again,” Caleb said. He ignored the hurt in Kitten’s
eyes. He ignored the hurt in his chest.

Abruptly he stepped back, looking on
authoritatively as she sat up and crossed her arms over her
nakedness. She eyed the metal attachments curiously, and then
placed her legs in the stirrups without flinching. A roaring
silence filled the room as he watched her studying him. She sat on
the edge of the table with her thighs and legs spread apart in the
stirrups and her arms set stiffly behind her for support – Caleb
could just imagine what she was thinking.

“Still cold?” he asked.

“No, Master,” she replied coldly.

“Lie back,” he said, just as cold. Slowly,
she obeyed. He came closer and secured her thighs to the stirrups
by strapping a large leather band around each one and doing the
same to her calves and ankles. It would be impossible for her to
move them and already Caleb could see she knew it as well. Her
chest moved up and down, rapid and deep.

Slowly, he stepped away and toward the
corner where he retrieved a folding chair. Her eyes followed his
every move and Caleb’s heart picked up speed as his excitement and
her trepidation grew. He set the chair down between her spread
legs, out of her view and sat in it.

Caleb’s arousal grew as Kitten’s thighs
trembled and she tried to close her legs in vain. Her pussy lay
open to his view, his touch, his every whim and will. He tried not
to let it go to his head.

“Touch yourself,” he gently commanded.

“Master?” Kitten fretted. She gave a start
as Caleb ran a finger along the seam of her sex.

“Right here,” he said. He made circles
around her clit. “Touch yourself right here. I want to watch you
come.”

Kitten’s hips tilted forward by the barest
of degrees, the sharp pull of desire already making her nipples
hard and her pussy wet. She hesitated, but only for a moment.
Swallowing hard and biting her lip, she did as he asked and placed
her right hand on her swollen sex.

“Do you touch yourself, Kitten?” he asked.
He deliberately let the warmth of his breath caress her splayed
flesh.

Kitten shivered. “S-s-sometimes.”

“Do you make yourself come?” Caleb carefully
placed his hand on top of hers and pressed her fingers deeper into
her own flesh. Kitten whimpered, flexing her hips upward toward
their hands.

“Sometimes!” she whined loudly.

Caleb smiled at her, though he knew she
couldn’t see it. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling overhead. Caleb
leaned forward and ran his jaw along her inner thigh.

“Show me,” he said.

Kitten’s body tightened, he could feel it
beneath his cheek. He heard her take a deep, trembling breath and
then her hand moved under his. He kissed the inside of her knee as
he sat back and adjusted the painful erection in his pants. Every
moment with her seemed both painful and sweet. He watched her
small, delicate fingers find the apex of her pleasure and touch it
experimentally. He smiled suddenly and brought his hand to his
mouth, instantly realizing her scent saturated his fingers – he had
the sudden urge to lick them, but didn’t. He knew it would only
lead to other things.

Kitten arched her back. She rubbed at the
little bud with mounting pressure and speed as her wetness made the
flesh increasingly slippery between her fingers. It wasn’t long
before soft, but insistent moans began breaking past her lips.

Caleb could feel the beat of his heart in
his cock as it worked to push blood down to his erection. He knew
he shouldn’t be so aroused, not when he’d already come twice, once
against her pussy, and again in her mouth. However, being reminded
and watching Kitten grow wetter did little to quell his desire and
more to stoke it.

Kitten rocked her hips back and forth,
slowly at first and then with growing speed as her obvious
desperation grew. Her fingers rubbed her little clit and it visibly
became redder, more swollen, but the sounds Kitten made had gone
from need to frustration.

“I can’t…. I can’t when you’re watching me,”
she said.

Caleb smiled, “The second thing you should
know is to take pleasure whenever you can.” As he thought about
what he was trying to express, his smile faded, “Know your body,
Kitten. Know what turns you on. Most of the time you’ll be
responsible for your own pleasure. There will be times when it will
seem impossible, times when it will
be
impossible. Either
way, you’ll have to be convincing. Convince me.”

Kitten’s fingers stopped and the only sound
in the room was the sound of her pulling air into her lungs. She
took her hand away from her body and tried to sit up.

Caleb stood and he met her watering eyes as
she placed her hands behind her for balance. “Caleb,” her chin
trembled, “no.” She seemed to be looking for more to say, more
emotions to express.

Caleb didn’t want to hear what she had to
say. He couldn’t bear to hear it. He stepped closer and reached
behind her for her hand, only just avoiding her mouth as she turned
to kiss him. He couldn’t bear that either.

“Master,” he said, “not Caleb.”

“But...you said –”

“I know what I said, Kitten. It was a
mistake,” he said. He was confusing her, and for that, he was
sorry. It had been selfish of him to allow her such intimacy, when
she didn’t belong to him.

Kitten sobbed once, twice, but then
nodded.

Caleb took her hand as he guided her back
down onto the table. Before any more tears were shed or words
spoken on Kitten’s end, he took her wet fingers into his mouth and
tasted her pussy on them. He closed his eyes as the taste of her,
both sweet and tart, burst over his tongue. He moaned low, sucking
them into his mouth until he watched Kitten’s eyes widen and go
darker, signaling her arousal.

Slowly he pulled her fingers out of his
mouth and guided them back onto Kitten’s pussy. Kitten closed her
eyes for a brief second and lifted her hips to meet them. “You’ve
been touching your clit,” he whispered, making small circles
against her clit with her own fingers. “Don’t forget you have this
delicious little hole.” He guided her fingers down and pushed the
tip of her slender middle finger into her pussy.

“Oh, God!” she exclaimed. Her back bowed and
her body froze, but Caleb could tell she was only adjusting to new
sensations and not coming.

“Is it good, Pet?” he asked.

Kitten only nodded and let her body drift
back down gently before her hips began rocking against her hand.
Caleb slowly took his hand away and sat back down in his chair to
watch. Kitten cupped her breast absently and pressed the hard
pebble of her nipple between her fingers as Caleb had done to her
so many times before. She whimpered, her previous trepidation
fleeting in the face of her mounting pleasure.

He watched Kitten’s fingers, the middle one
delving a little further with each hesitant thrust. Caleb felt like
he could only handle so much, especially with the taste of her
still so pervasive in his mouth. Once again, he placed his hand on
hers. He marveled at the way her body seemed to pulsate with need.
She tried to keep touching herself, but his hand prevented it.
Caleb inhaled sharply, dizzy with desire. He leaned forward,
slipping his tongue up through her fingers.

Kitten cried out. She writhed against his
all too gentle mouth, rattling the stirrups and filling the room
with her desperation. He was too gentle. He knew there was no way
she could come from the soft licking. So he kept licking, sometimes
pushing the tip of his tongue into her pussy. He loved the way she
whimpered, whined, and moaned.

After a while though, he knew he had to stop
– or he wouldn’t stop. He stood up and looked down at Kitten’s
quivering body. She turned her head and closed her eyes as her
breasts rose and fell with the effort of her breathing. He sighed
deeply and savored the taste and smell of her.
It has to be
now
. He pulled out the small drawer attached to the table.

“You’re beautiful, Kitten,” he said. He took
out two sets of handcuffs. She didn’t open her eyes, but flinched
at the sound of the cuffs. “You’ve been very, very, good. I hope
you’ll continue to be.” He cuffed her right wrist to the table
comfortably and smiled when she finally opened her eyes and looked
at him with those big, brown, inquiring eyes. “You’re not
resisting,” he said with a bright smile. “I’m impressed.”

She hesitated when he reached for her left
wrist, but then her arm relaxed and her breath quickened. Secured
in her handcuffs, he reached out and traced her nipple with his
index finger. His dick twitched when her sigh filled the silence.
Next, he blindfolded her which added to the already intoxicating
tension in her body. Caleb was surprised she hadn’t said a word or
resisted him in any substantial way – he couldn’t decide whether or
not he had wanted her to be so pliable.