Page 35 of Ruthless Keeper
“Ouch,” Monster intones. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“No, Monster.” My words are a haunting whisper. “I think it’s hitting the nail right on the fucking head.”
He presses his lips to my forehead. “Let’s head back. I have some work to do.”
“Already?” I look around the beautiful greenhouse mournfully. I want to stay here—I want to live and breathe this place. The urge to get to work makes my whole body ache with desire.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be back. Once we’ve gotten our relationship to a… better place, you’re welcome to spend your days here—but your nights will always belong to me.”
Surprisingly, Monster doesn’t deposit me back in my makeshift cell upon our return. Instead, he leads me into an office space.
“You’ll be by my desk for the next few hours,” Monster tells me, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll be working and playing with you. I have a couple of meetings with people, along with some administrative bullshit and paperwork to get through.” A slow, terrifyingly gleeful smile pulls up his lips. “I think having you here will make my workday a lot more fun.”
I have a dreadful sense thatplaying with meis going to end up being torture for me.
“Monster,” I whisper. “I’m tired. Please—”
“No. You’ll be exhausted by the end of this, but right now, you’re just trying to avoid me. Don’t bother. I’ll play with you either way, and it’s in your best interest to get used to it—because I’ll be doing it alot.” He smiles. “You’re my favorite toy.”
I don’t miss that he makes the stark distinction between regular time and sexual time. He doesn’t call me his toy in general—only as it pertains to certain activities.
Monster leads me over to the couch in the center of the office space and pushes me down onto the soft cushions. “I might fuck you later,” he whispers, stripping off my pants. “If I decide to, I want you mindless by the time I sink my cock inside you. Swollen, sensitive, lost to pleasure and sensations.”
I lay in place, rendered mostly helpless by the mitts, trying to breathe through the fear of impending torture. There’s nothing I can do but mentally prepare myself to endure whatever it is Monster wantsto do to me—I can’t run, I can’t reason with him. I’m helpless, useless,worthless.
“Look at my pretty little pussy,” Monster murmurs, spreading my legs and examining the place between my thighs. He pulls off my shirt. “And these perky, rosy nipples… I’m going to watch them turn a deep red while I work.” He kisses my nose. “Don’t leave that position, Scarlett. I’ll be right back.” He gives me a hard look. “If you move, it’ll be your ass I’m playing with today, not your pussy. Got it?”
I nod slowly. Even if I were to move, what would I do? With my hands all but out of commission, I’m completely reliant on Monster for the simplest tasks. I can’t do anything without him. So, I lie silently in place, awaiting whatever comes next.
Monster returns a few minutes later with several items. A familiar toy, similar to one he used on me before. A dildo with a rounded clit attachment. Something that’ll vibrate inside me and against my clit. He also has two round, narrow, cylindrical plastic cups with strange attachments at the top. And what looks like a small stress-ball attached to an air-pump.
My heart thuds against my ribcage as fear overcomes me.
“Good girl, staying in position for me,” Monster says. “God, Flower. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
My cheeks heat at the praise, and something warm spreads in my chest.
“Such a good girl,” he coos, pulling a small packet of lube out of his pocket. He smears it over the dildo, and then smears the rest of the contents over my pussy with his fingers. I gasp at the cold lube, blinking repeatedly. My body tenses when he spreads my legs wider and prods the dildo at my entrance. He slides it inside me, inch by inch, until I feel almost uncomfortably full.
Then, he takes my hand and stands me up from the couch. He walks me forward to the desk, and each step I take sends little bursts of sensation exploding over my extremities as the dildo rubs against my inner walls and my clit. I suppress a moan, eyes fluttering.
“Kneel,” Monster tells me, nodding at a pillow right beside his desk.
My knees all but give out, already trembling from the stimulation, and Greyson gentles me down onto the wide pillow. I hear the noise of something clattering, cuffs against metal, and then he lowers himself behind me and grabs one of my ankles.
“Wait,” I say, reality overcoming me and blending with panic. “Not another spreader bar—”
“Quiet,” he says harshly. “This is my playtime. You’re my toy right now, and I want to watch my toy writhe and moan and come. Got it?”
He doesn’t wait for a response. Cool leather closes against both my ankles, and then—as if I require any more bondage—Monster draws my arms behind my back and connects my mitts to each other, effectively immobilizing me.
“This is not a punishment,” Monster murmurs in my ear. “This is just me having fun. Sometimes, my fun might feel like a punishment to you—but don’t mistake it for one. I’m right here with you, and you’re going to suffer a bit for my enjoyment, but you’ll also get quite a bit of pleasure out of this.” He chuckles. “Probably too much.” He kisses my temple. “We’re going to start working on you coming on command today. Seeing how many orgasms it’s possible to wrench out of you and how best to do so.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
Monster shifts to kneel in front of me, the two silicone cups held in his hands. “Perhaps, Scarlett. I’m certainly crazyforyou.” He holds up the strange plastic objects. “These are suction cups. I won’t use clampson your body—I promised you no pain—but these are going to fuck with the blood flow to your nipples, and when they come off, you’ll be extremely sensitive.”
“Wait—”
