“What you’re going through is serious, Luna. This person is trying to take advantage of you, threatening you and invading your private life, all of which are the makings for what you're experiencing right now.”
I weighed his statement. I’d never considered that I was the victim, which is why I ran instead of speaking with the school police or anyone else about what had been happening to me at the hands of a fellow student. I always felt this was somehow a punishment for making money off a kink; that somehow it was wrong, dirty and maybe what was happening was karma. Him saying out loud that I was the victim, and being so point-blank removed a weight I’d been unaware I was carrying.
“You have a punishment coming, don’t you, little girl?”
Was it normal to get so turned on by being called a little girl?
“Do you see that corner?” He pointed to the opposite side of the room where there’d been a silk lemon tree that was now missing.
“Yes.”
“You will strip out of your clothing and stand in that corner with your hands behind your back, bottom out.”
His words were hypnotic, delivered with a devilish look in his eyes. Whatever lay in store for me, I had no doubt I’d enjoy it. His eyes were a weight on me as I stood and undressed. The firelight cast interesting shadows in the room, but for some reason, completely lit up the corner where I was to stand like a halo of light.
He’d planned this knowing I would fail. I bit my lip to keep from yelling out, “No fair!” like a child and focused instead on the effect his growly directions had on my libido. I’d never been sent to a corner, but had read about it in books. The feelings it provoked were new, like everything I’d been experiencing in my time with Artair.
With my backside sticking out and the utter silence that descended over the room, I became hyperaware of the heat from the fireplace and wondered how my ass looked in the light it cast. Did he like what he saw? He always said he loved my ass. I’d always thought it was one of my best assets but that had never been confirmed or denied by men until him. I was lost again in thoughts of past experiences when I felt a cool slickness being applied and liberally rubbed between my ass cheeks.
“Oh! It’s cold!”
“It won’t be for long.” He pressed the gel deep inside and massaged the tight ring of muscle.
“Ohhh… that feels different.”
Artair didn’t reply. A few seconds later he pulled his hand away and it was replaced by something even colder than the gel. I wanted to look, but knew I shouldn’t as this was definitely the time to behave myself.
“I want you to take a deep breath, Luna, and let it out slowly.”
I obeyed and he had me repeat the breath a few times, telling me to relax with each exhale. It was on the next breath that whatever the cold thing was entered my bottom and stretched the tight muscle impossibly wide.
“It’s too big!” I cried.
“It’s at the widest point right now. Just breathe for me, Luna.”
On my second deep breath, he slid it all the way in, and although I felt full, I didn’t feel that overwhelming stretch from a moment before.
“Good girl.” Artair slapped my backside and the plug as I now understood it to be, was jostled, setting off a thrumming heat deep inside.
I liked the heat from his hand and the pressure from the inside, it was like being in the center of a pressure cooker.
“More please, Sir.”
Artair chuckled lightly. “Such a greedy girl.” He walked me to the center of the room, facing away from the fireplace. Hanging from the wide wooden beam were chains attached to fur-lined cuffs. He raised my right arm and adjusted the height so I could stand flat on my feet. Once my arm was positioned how he wanted it, he ran his hand down my side.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
And I felt it, beautiful and powerful despite the lack of mobility in my limb.
Artair did the second arm, then stood back.
“Do you like what you see, Daddy?”
“I do. Now let's get the rules straight. No speaking unless it’s to answer a question. You have a safeword if you need it. What is it?”
“Dinner.”
A hint of amusement subtlety lifted the corner of his mouth. “Okay, dinner it is. Any questions?”