Page 86 of Sinister Games

“Oh, God! It hurts. I can’t. Please take it out,” I cried as I reached back to feel the feathers behind me.

Richard slapped at my hand.

“Strut,” he growled.

The confines of the cage became a watery blur as I awkwardly walked to the end, then returned to Richard. Every step was filled with humiliating pain as the feathers swayed between my legs and the metal plug pressed heavily down on my bottom hole.

Placing a finger under my chin, Richard lifted my face to his. “Don’t you dare remove that plug. It’s in there to remind you of the pain and punishment that comes from even the smallest betrayal. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Richard. I’ll be good.”

“You better, because I’ll be watching. You’d be smart to remember that, Elizabeth. I’m always watching.”

With that final threat, he turned and left the cage, locking me in.

After that, every day became more of the same. Sometimes he fucked my ass, other times my pussy. Sometimes he used his belt, other times his hand to punish my ass but always there was a metal plug with a brightly colored tail of feathers to match my bodysuit.

The worst was when he made me climb onto the swing. Gravity pulled on the tail as the swing swayed back and forth. The pain was so terrible, I would have fallen off my perch if Richard hadn’t caught me in time.

A tightness in my chest eased as I hoped tonight would end the torment.

Tonight, I would show him what a pretty, obedient little bird I could be.

Then maybe, if I were very good and pleased him… he’d let me out of my cage.

And this terrible game would end.

* * *

“You look beautiful.”

I turned at the sound of his dark voice.

Having been allowed to shower and get ready in his master bedroom suite, I felt almost human again. After getting out of the shower, I found a large white box on the bed. Opening the lid, I couldn’t believe the elaborate gown nestled in gold tissue paper.

The fabric was a brilliantly rich emerald green cut in a way that would hug my every curve. A deep-V bodice would show off my breasts. The back was cut exceptionally low, ending just above my ass. There was a delicately beaded gold overlay in a feather pattern. If you looked closely, small diamonds and emeralds were woven into the pattern giving the overlay a luxurious sparkle.

It fit perfectly, of course.

“I come bearing gifts.”

“Richard, I’ve told you many times. I don’t need any more gifts from you.”

“Yes, my love, but these are special for tonight.”

Grasping me by the shoulders, he turned me around so I faced the large, brass-framed oval mirror set in one corner of the bedroom. After stepping away to open a red velvet box, he returned, standing so close, I could feel his heat on my exposed back.

Reaching his arms high, he enveloped me in his embrace as he wrapped a heavy necklace around my neck.

My mouth dropped open. There were no words.

Countless pear-cut diamonds radiated from a single emerald-cut band. The magnificent necklace cascaded down over my collarbone to end in a taper with a startlingly big Asscher-cut, canary yellow diamond. The bright yellow diamond itself took up the entire center of my palm.

“Close to two hundred carats of white diamonds,” murmured Richard as he kissed the top of my shoulder. “The yellow diamond is one of the largest in the world at over seventy-five carats.”

“It must be worth millions,” I breathed as my fingers tentatively stroked the cold weight of the necklace. It felt like a chain-metal mantle around my neck.

Richard chuckled as he ran the backs of his knuckles down the exposed skin of my back, causing me to close my eyes as desire flared hot and strong. “Fifteen million to be exact.”

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