Page 85 of Sinister Games

CHAPTER26

LIZZIE

Tonight, Richard was hosting a masquerade ball in my honor. Well, not so much in my honor as with me as the centerpiece. He said I hadn’t earned the right to enter on his arm once more as his girlfriend yet, so instead I would be displayed in my cage as his pet.

I think that’s what I wanted… to be his girlfriend again… but I wasn’t really sure.

For the past week I hadn’t been able to think clearly. Everything was becoming a blur. I’d been kept mostly in my cage with no access to a phone. I wasn’t even really sure what day it was anymore. It was as if nothing existed for me but Richard. School, my flat in London, the play, even Jane seemed like a distant memory.

My life now was a spinning top; a swirl of colors, spinning faster and faster. One color for pain. One color for love, another for desire. Faster and faster it spun. There was no time to think, only to feel the sickening rush of the spinning top.

Each day Richard punished me to show me how much he loved me.

Each day he reminded me that his protection and his rules were what kept me safe and should make me feel adored and desired.

Round and round went the top. Spinning ever faster.

Every day a little death.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I remembered back to that first day in my cage. After we bathed together, I thought Richard had forgiven me. Like the time in the garden or in the restaurant, this was just an elaborate sex thrill game and he would move on.

I was badly mistaken.

Once he had gently dried us both off, his gaze became hard and uncompromising. It was as if something had triggered him again. As if he had allowed himself to briefly forget I had lied to him and once more that memory crashed down on him.

Grabbing me by the arm, he dragged me back to the cage and locked me in there completely naked. It felt like hours before he returned. Opening the cage door, he tossed in another brightly colored form-fitting body suit before stepping inside. Grateful, I quickly scrambled into it, realizing that unlike the sheer gold netting covering my breasts and bottom of the costume before, this one was completely cut out, ending just below my breasts and having a large cutout that began at my upper inner thighs and stretched back over my ass.

Even with the cage’s high dome and wide base, it was nothing compared to Richard’s muscled bulk and height. He seemed to overpower the entire space.

“Bend over,” he commanded coldly.

Looking up, I realized he had a large swath of peacock feathers in his hand.

“It’s time for my little bird to get her feathers.”

My eyes widened when I realized the feathers were attached to a large metal butt plug.

Covering my ass with my hands, I backed away. “Richard. You can’t. I’m still sore. Please.”

“Bend. Over.” His face was a dark, unreadable mask. Devoid of any soft emotion.

Tears streaked down my cheeks as I begged. “I’ll be a good little bird. I promise. Please!”

Seizing me by my hair, Richard tossed me face-first onto my cushion “nest.” Lowering to his knees behind me, his fingers dug painfully into my ass cheeks, prying them open.

The metal felt cold as my asshole clenched painfully tight in response.

Richard spanked my already sore ass several times till I obeyed and unclenched.

Even with his ruthless fucking opening me up only hours earlier, it was still a struggle to accept the butt plug. Sharp pains had me crying out and helplessly kicking my legs as the wide bulbous tip was forced into my fear-tightened hole. It was a strange relief when my body closed around the narrow handle.

Richard dragged me to my feet. “Let’s see you walk. Pretend you’re on the stage, strutting around, displaying yourself like you did with that man during your audition.”

He was there.

I should have known. How could I have been so stupid? It was Richard. Richard was the surprise investor for the play. Yet, that didn’t make sense. Why would he finance the very play I lied to him about? If Richard was involved there was no way I would have gotten the lead. He would have told the director not to cast me. Nothing made sense anymore.

The sudden agony of having the heavy feathers pulling down on the plug in my ass obliterated all further thought. Richard had to catch me as my knees buckled and I staggered backward.

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