Page 7 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Nothing.”

“Who are you?”

“No one.”

My lip quivers for a fraction of a second under his touch before I rein in my fragile emotions.

“We’re connected now, pet.” Master tickles his fingertips along the curve of my side. “I possess every one of your firsts. We’re embedded.” He urges me onto my back before forcing my hands over my head. “Tonight is just beginning, my little pet. I’m going to take what’s mine. As many times as I want. However I want.” He gropes my entire body—breasts, abdomen, battered bottom.

“Spread your legs.” I drop my knees, and he makes a lewd sound. “Your virginity is stained all over the sheet and your thighs.” He traces an unusual pattern over my skin. “Bright red and beautiful.”

Of all the things he’s done—demeaning, abusive, embarrassing things—this moment is the very worst. I’ve never felt more violated. Not even when he stripped me naked, cut off my hair, or sodomized me for the very first time have I ever felt so degraded. My plundered virginity isn’t beautiful. It’s an atrocity.

I feel him crawl on top of me. Silent tears wet my eyelashes.

“Cry for me, pet.” It’s as if he knows. He pushes roughly inside me again. My pussy constricts, not from excitement, but from soreness and sensitivity.

He grunts and groans. “That’s it, pet.Squeeze,”he reminds me as he fucks me inconsequentially. “You’ll never forget me,” Master painfully reiterates. “We’re embedded.”

I grit my teeth and screw my eyes shut, pleading for death.

I wake up alone. In bed. Completely free.

No bonds. No blindfold. No cage. No Master.

I look down and see the remnants of last night stained all over the sheet. There’s so much blood it looks like a massacre. Everything hurts. My body. My mind. My soul—what’s left of it.

I slip out of bed and cautiously walk freely around the tiny apartment. A luxury I’ve never been privy to before. On the kitchen counter is a white box with a note. The outside of the envelope reads “pet.” I tear it open.

Pet, fortunately for you, our time has come to an end. Unfortunately, your suffering is just beginning.

Clean up, get dressed, and go.

Go?

For such a short note, there are so many foreboding sentences. I open the box and pull out a red, spandex dress.No underwear.And matching high heels. I haven’t worn clothes—real clothes—in two years. Like the slave I am, I do as I’m told. Rushing to shower, I almost don’t believe I’m free.Your suffering is just beginning.

I pull on the dress and slide my feet into the high heels. Jesus, they’re really high. Like hooker high. I wobble a little as I finger comb my wet burgundy hair in the cruddy bathroom mirror. It’s almost as long as when I first arrived, reaching the middle of my back.

Collecting my wits, I grab the doorknob apprehensively. Terrified actually. I don’t know what’s out there. I look back at my little cage. As pitiful as it is, I know it’s safe. But I don’t want to live like a slave for the rest of my life. If this is my out, I’m taking it. I yank open the front door to a dingy hallway.

Roach motel for sure.

I wrap my arms around my waist and walk unsteadily to the stairwell. I walk down three flights, and when I emerge in the lobby, I’m blinded by the sun. Master always kept the blinds closed, so the most natural light I received was slivers through the slats of the shades. I walk outside; the muffled sounds I’m used to hearing are now clear as a bell. It’s stimulation overload. The area isn’t very nice. It looks like a bad part of LA. Decaying buildings, dirty streets, and beat-up old cars. But contrary to the ghetto-like surroundings, parked on the curb directly in front of me is a black stretch limo. I take an unsure step before the door opens. I peek inside, and my heart leaps into my throat.

A man in an expensive suit stretches out his hand, beckoning me, and I know right then that Master was right. My sufferingisjust beginning.

Eight years later

“JETT!” MY NAME RINGS THROUGHthe house as I walk down the stairs.

“Jett!” It immediately rings again, by a different voice this time.

“Here!” I call back, stopping on a marble step on the grand butterfly staircase.

Two pairs of large, sparkling eyes and bright, beautiful smiles appear over the ornate banister on the second floor.

“What can I do for you, ladies?”

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