Chapter Three
Elliot awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Her stomach growled and she stretched out and yawned with satisfaction, morning amnesia making her temporarily ignorant of her situation. She had slept well and deeply, curled up safe and secure in her little bed and at first the unfamiliar surroundings did not concern her. She was used to waking up in different resorts, hotels, houses. Unfamiliarity was, in a sense, the most familiar thing of all.
“Good morning.” Mason’s deep tones roused her into a higher level of consciousness. “Your breakfast is served.”
She still wasn’t quite aware of what was happening as she rolled over and sat up. An involuntary yelp escaped her as her sore butt took her weight.
“Ow, goddamn… ow…” she whimpered, shifting back to the side of her hip. Sitting on a welted rear was not at all fun, and it brought her back to reality sharply. She looked up and saw the bars around her, Mav beyond them, his green gaze locked on her with that smirking intensity that made her quiver and growl under her breath.
She was suddenly flooded with shyness as the events of the evening came back to her. He’d held her down and beaten her with leather like some disobedient whelp, and then he’d fucked her. Hard. Their first time had been rough and tawdry and she could still feel the tenderness between her thighs where his cock had pounded her to the orgasm she was still wearing across her ass. She could smell him on her, the musk of man, the undeniable tang of cum. He had marked her, like any alpha male marks his mate.
And now he had come with a new challenge. Food.
He opened the door of the cage, his large body blocking her exit as he crouched down holding an offering of food.
“Eat up,” he said. “You’ve got a full day ahead of you.”
Her nose drew her eyes lower. She looked at his hands, expecting a plate there, but they were empty. Instead he was holding a shiny silver bowl full of chopped bacon and eggs. He put it down in front of her and indicated she should eat with an invitational gesture.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me…”
She had been in restaurants with worse excuses for plates, she supposed, those hyper trendy eateries where the waiter served your beverage in your own shoe, but unlike those places, there wasn’t the option of asking for a real plate. This waiter was not going to apologize and bring her a fresh meal.
“No forks? I’m supposed to eat with my hands?”
He shook his head curtly. “You won’t be eating with your fingers. You’ll eat directly from the bowl.”
“Then I won’t be eating at all,” she said, instantly rebellious. “I’m not an animal, Mav. You can’t…”
“One of these days you’re going to learn that telling me what I can’t do only makes me even more determined,” he purred, crouching next to the cage. He was no longer dressed in the suit. Instead he was wearing perfectly fitting blue jeans and a black wool sweater that served to bring out his bright green eyes and tan skin. Most men were at their peak in a suit, but Mason looked more handsome than ever in casual attire. He hadn’t shaved and the shadow of the previous evening had grown out a little, covering his lower jaw and chin. His hair wasn’t slicked back anymore, it was tousled and casual and she felt the impulse to run her fingers through it. Damn, Mason. Just at the moment she most wanted to hate him, he was making it difficult. She felt a pang of desire deep in the pit of her being, her pussy responding to his presence. That part of her was aching too. He’d branded her in a dozen ways, some tangible, some not. He’d made her body his territory. He’d brought her to the rivers of submission and she’d drunk deeply. But she was not going to eat face first out of a bowl. He could go to hell before that happened.
She glared at him, her will just as strong as his in that moment.
“We’ll see if you’re hungry later,” he said, changing tack as he stood up and moved back to allow her to leave. “Come on out. You must need to use the toilet.”
She eyed him suspiciously. There was an uncomfortably full feeling in her bladder, made worse by nerves about what else he had in store. If he wasn’t going to let her eat with her hands, then she doubted his bathroom policy was traditional either.
“If you try and make me use the grass like an animal, I swear to god, I’ll let Aiden take his chances with whatever gangster is looking for him,” she muttered.
Mav let out a laugh. “Well,” he smirked. “I suppose some smart, well behaved animals can be trained to use the household toilet. But that’s a privilege, one I’m not sure you’ve earned.”
“Mason, there’s about to be privilege all over your rug if you don’t let me go,” she said, pressing her knees together.
He walked across the room and opened the door to an en suite. “Go,” he said. “But remember, I gave you this privilege and you will pay for it.”
She rushed to the toilet and relieved herself quickly. It was the first truly human thing she’d been allowed to do since he took her in. She never thought she’d appreciate something as simple as a toilet, but in that moment she was actually grateful to Mason for giving her a little leeway. Her whole life, she had been the one people asked favors from. Now she owed one man everything. She didn’t know how she was going to stand it.
“Hands and knees,” he ordered when she emerged. “You won’t walk unless I give permission.”
Biting back a retort, she sank down to the position he required. She noticed that he had the bowl in his hand, the food still steaming and warm. He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed it on the floor between his feet.
“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger.
She began to crawl slowly toward him, sensing what was coming next. She approached his right thigh and he took her by the hair to guide her around his legs and between them.
“I’m going to need to get a collar fitted,” he murmured, almost more to himself than to her.
She looked up at him, silently hoping that he wasn’t going to ask her to do what she knew he was going to ask her to do.
“Eat,” he ordered softly.
There was no choice. She was in his world and he was in complete control. For all her rebellion, there was nothing she could do to stop him from asserting his dominance. She was hungry, and she was going to have to eat on his terms.
She lowered her face to the bowl, her bare butt high in the air. She could only imagine how she looked. Her well spanked bottom, her well fucked pussy, both tended to a few hours ago. She was still wearing his cum on her ass as she opened her mouth, extended her tongue and lapped a little of the bacon and eggs into her mouth.
They tasted incredible. She could only imagine Mav’s chef having prepared them without question, putting them into the bowl as ordered. The thought made her blush furiously. This little arrangement of theirs would not stay secret for long, and when it got out she would be the utter laughing stock of society.
“What is it? You don’t like it?”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “How many people know I’m here… like this?”
His gaze softened a little as he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it back out of her eyes. “This is between you and me, Elliot. Everything that happens here stays between us.”‘
“But you have staff…”
“The staff I have know better than to talk,” he assured her.
“Staff always talk, Mav. It’s practically the only thing they do.”
“Not my people,” he said, pride and certainty in his voice. “I don’t pick just anyone to work for me. Now finish your meal.”
She lowered her face to the bowl again and took a bite, and then another. Eating at his feet, she was humbled beyond belief, but the food was so good and she was so hungry. She ate until he picked the bowl up, before she was done. There was still about a quarter of it left, and she wanted it.
Sensing it would be best not to whine, she licked her lips and looked at him in anticipation. He reached into the bowl, scooped some of the food up into his fingers and offered it to her.
“Nicely.”
No matter how much she tried to resist the mindset of being an owned woman, he kept reminding her of it. She was sure he was doing it on purpose, teaching her a lesson she still didn’t think she needed to learn.
“Come on,” he cajoled softly. “Eat a little more. You need your strength.”
She parted her lips and took the food from his fingers. It was the most intimate way to eat, and his eyes never left hers as she took the morsels into her mouth and swallowed.
He took a little more and offered it to her again. The approval in his gaze wasn’t expressed in words, but she could sense it regardless. His eyes could be so warm when he was pleased, and she felt an answering flash of heat through her body. Not the raging fire of arousal, but a softer glow that started in her tummy and expanded through her chest. A little smile rose to her lips. She tried to hold it back, but when it was mirrored by his mouth, she couldn’t help it. A little giggle escaped her, laughter bubbling up from an innocent place she didn’t entirely recognize.
“Good girl,” he praised, making that warmth flower all the more. More food followed, filling her stomach as she slowly finished her meal at his fingertips. What had begun as a humiliation had turned into something tender and intimate between them. He fed her the last remnants from his fingertips and she took every morsel gratefully, glad for the simple act of eating. She had never appreciated food before, not really. She had eaten the finest foods in the world, they’d been served to her in myriad ways, and she’d never really tasted any of them with the sensual intensity she tasted that simple bacon and eggs. The eggs were rich and creamy, perfectly seasoned with pepper and the salt from the bacon. There was just a hint of cheese in the mix too, a simple cheddar that blended well with the rich flavors.
Once she was done eating, she shuffled forward between his thighs and rested her head on his leg, his fingers curling slowly in her hair. They stayed there like that for a time, quietly letting the moment be.
Elliot was confused. This should be the most awful thing to endure, and yet he was making her feel things she had never felt, even at the best moments of her life. Being stripped of everything had brought her back to herself, had made her body the most immediate thing, and it was sending signals and producing the most delicious endorphin rush that left her content between his thighs, protected from the world by his long, strong frame.
Being with him was nothing like she had expected. She’d come to him out of pure desperation, and found a man unlike any she’d ever met. What he’d put her through was intense and even extreme, but she was starting to think less about herself, and more about the man doing these things to her. Just who was Mason now?
“Mason…”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know you at all, do I?”
There was a soft chuckle above her. “It has been a while since we were in one another’s lives. There’s a lot we don’t know about one another. What do you want to know about me?”
There were so many questions. The cage spurred about a thousand of them, but she figured it would be better to start with something a little more pedestrian than that. Mason’s rise to prominence had not been swift, but it had been steady and most of his business was opaque to her.
“What is it you do? I mean I know you have a lot of real estate, but…”
“I run private security,” he said. “Very, very private security. For people who don’t want anyone to know they exist, let alone have security.”
She had heard rumors of the kind, but she hadn’t been sure about it. Rumors didn’t count for much these days. They’d certainly not helped her where her ex-fiancé was concerned, until it was far too late. Mason was good at keeping his business relatively private too. A number of Mason’s companies weren’t publicly listed, and obviously he didn’t advertise.
“How did you get into security?”
“After college, I went into the marines,” he said. “I served for five years, and I made some friends.”
“I didn’t know that,” she said, craning her neck to look up at him in surprise. “How did I not know that?”
“You turned eighteen, lost your temper with me, and never listened to a piece of news about me since then, would be my guess,” he rumbled. “Every time I heard anything about you, you were in another country, or attending a college of one kind or another.”
“Wasting my life, you mean,” she said more than a little bitterly. “Waiting to be married to an asshole…”
“You were doing what you were raised to do,” Mason said, being rather generous. “There’s no shame in that.”
“I could have saved orangutans in Borneo, but instead I was drunk on the Riviera,” she sighed. “I’m a waste, Mason. Just like Aiden.”
“Not just like Aiden,” he said. “You’re very different people. Speaking of Aiden, I have some good news.”
“Really?”
“As of two o’clock in the morning, Aiden is safe. He’s not happy, but he’s safe.”
She cocked her head. “Why isn’t he happy?”
“We’ve got him locked down, and we’ll keep him that way until I can negotiate with his creditors.”
“Locked down?”
“Under guard,” Mason said. “I hear he’s been a handful.”
Elliot couldn’t help but smile a little. Aiden would not like being locked up. He had always been even more headstrong, arrogant, and determined than her. She could imagine him giving anyone trying to keep him captive a very hard time.
“Aiden’s hard to keep in one place,” she said. “He’s escaped from so many rehabs…”
“I’ve got two ex-marines on him at all times,” Mason said. “Nobody is going past them—Aiden included.”
“Can I see him?”
“When this is all settled, yes. But not before. You’ve been in far too much danger for far too long thanks to Aiden.”
His jaw seemed to clench as he said the words, his gaze hardening. She felt a little trickle of fear on behalf of Aiden. She did not like the idea of being on the wrong side of Mason, especially as a man.
“Just go easy on him, okay, Mav? It’s not his fault.”
“It is absolutely his fault,” Mason bit back. “But it’s not your concern. Don’t worry. When this is over, Aiden won’t think of putting a foot wrong again. I promise you that.”
There was a grim note in his tone that made her wonder if Aiden hadn’t gone from the frying pan into the fire. Mason obviously had interesting ideas about what constituted ‘help’ at the best of times.
“Worry less about him, and more about yourself,” he said, catching her thoughts. “You have a long day ahead of you.”
“In the cage?”
“No,” he smirked. “There’s not much point in owning my little toy if I don’t get to play with her, is there?”
A delicious feeling rolled through Ellie as she caught his mood. He obviously intended on getting the most out of her—and she was only beginning to get a sense of what that might mean.
“Come on,” he said, clicking his fingers. “Up on the bed.”
She slid up onto the bed. It was so much softer and more comfortable than the cage had been and she let out a sigh as she stretched out on the soft coverlet. She was comfortable for all of two seconds before Mason made a little tutting sound.
“You need a bath,” he said, spanking her bottom lightly. “You’ve still got my cum all over you, messy girl.”
“That’s not my fault,” she pouted. “I’ll take a shower if you want.”
“No,” he said. “I’ll give you a bath.”
The bathroom boasted a very large tub, she’d noticed that while she was in there. The prospect of a bath wasn’t unpleasant, though she was sure Mav would find some way to make it suitably embarrassing for her.
“Hands and knees,” he reminded her as he stood up, leading her in the direction of the bathroom.
She stayed on the bed, reluctant to leave the comfortable spot. Who knew when he’d allow her such a privilege again.
“Come, Ellie. Now,” he said, his tone getting deeper and sterner.
Elliot slid from the bed, pouting, and began the long crawl over to him. Every shuffling movement made her feel smaller and more humble—feelings she did not enjoy at all. She considered disobeying him and just getting up and walking, but he’d already given her a stinging demonstration of what happened when she didn’t do as she was told.
“No need to sulk,” he smirked down at her from his great height as she drew close to his knee. “You’ll like the bath.”
“It’s not the bath I don’t like,” she grumbled. “This is hard on my knees.”
“A few feet on soft carpet is too much? We need to condition your knees. You’re going to be spending a lot of time on them.”
She grimaced and crawled her way to the bathroom, a vast light airy space with a tub you could practically swim in. Mason prepared it carefully, bidding her to kneel and wait. She did so until he was satisfied with the bath. He ordered her into it and she went, finding the water pleasantly hot until her spanked bottom hit it and she let out a yelp, which brought a soft chuckle from him.
“Easy,” he said. “Go slowly.”
“It doesn’t matter how slowly I go, this… ow… hurts… ow!” She was perched awkwardly, holding on to the side of the bath, her rear raised above the water line. It took several embarrassing minutes for her to be able to lower it beneath, during which Mason sat on the wide side of the tub and watched with a gentle amusement.
“You did this to me,” she complained.
“You did this to yourself by soaking my rug in the middle of the night,” he reminded her. “You tested me and those marks are the results.”
“You’re not even sorry.”
“I could say the same of you, brat,” he smirked as she finally manage to introduce her bottom to the water completely and slipped into a sitting position. Thanks to her buoyancy, it didn’t hurt as much to sit; in fact her butt could pretty much levitate half an inch or so off the bottom if she positioned her arms just right, making matters more comfortable.
Mason stripped his sweater off and rolled up his sleeves. She watched as his strong forearms came into view, the musculature rippling with the motion. She felt that little pang between her thighs as she remembered how desperate she’d been when he left her the previous evening. He knelt down next to the bath and picked up a washcloth, lathering it with a beautifully scented liquid soap that smelled expensive.
“Lean forward,” he murmured softly, moving her hair to the side as he began to rub her back with the cloth, washing her with gentle, tender care. Over the next quarter of an hour, there wasn’t a part of her he didn’t touch. He washed her back and then her shoulders, moving over to find her breasts, which he circled slowly with soft soapy caresses until her nipples rose pink from the foam.
The climax of the bath came when the cloth slipped between her thighs and he rubbed her pussy softly, roaming over the blonde downy mound. She lifted her hips, arching to his touch, her nipples breaking the surface of the soapy water.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he tended to her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, sliding to find the very entrance of her.
“Please,” she moaned as his fingers found her hole. “Please…”
“Patience,” he murmured. “All in good time…”
“Now,” she whimpered. “I need it now.”
He had kept her on edge for so long. The night before he had not allowed her to come, and now that he was teasing her again she was almost certain he was not going to let her. This was his sick little game: make her want to come so bad she could barely stand it, and then deny her over and over again.
“Relax,” he insisted.
She couldn’t resist. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to come. She ground herself against his hand, not caring how desperate it made her look or feel. She felt his finger slide inside her pussy for just a brief second, and then it left again as he pulled his hand away and yanked her out of the bath completely, her slick, soaking wet body dripping over his thighs. He pulled off his shirt completely as she covered it in water, but didn’t seem to care for the state of his pants as he began to punish her, spanking her wet bottom with relatively light swats. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t using much force. Her bottom had been tenderized by the strap he’d used the night before and every slap made her squeal.
“Naughty girl,” he lectured gently. “Pushing your pussy onto my finger… greedy little girl.”
Elliot moaned, splaying her legs as he punished her, letting her wet clit rub against his jeans. Maybe that would be enough; maybe she could come this way.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled as she started to get close. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Kept on the precipice of orgasm, she felt two of his fingers find her pussy… she held her breath, hoping the punishment had been worth it. Now. Surely he’d let her come now.
“Naughty wet girl,” he said, pushing his fingers into her pussy, then pulling them out and spanking her again. “If you want to come, you need to behave yourself.”
“I tried, but I couldn’t,” she whimpered.
He chuckled, toying with her pussy, his fingers sliding deep inside her for a few strokes before returning to her bottom to slap her again. She was trapped over his lap, his hard body keeping her naked form locked in place, so no matter how much she squirmed, she couldn’t bring herself any closer to climax. She could hear the sound of her wet slit as he plunged his fingers in and out, fucking her almost casually.
“Mason… please…” She was getting closer and closer, but she needed a little more.
“You’ve really got to learn to remember to call me sir,” he rumbled, sounding disappointed with her.
Her failure to address him properly resulted in losing his fingers altogether. He slid her from his lap and settled her on the bathroom floor. She pouted, so close to coming. This wasn’t fair. He was forever tormenting her, making her want him and then withholding the final pleasure. Why couldn’t he be like a normal man and just fuck her?
He was opening drawers in cabinets now, pulling out what looked to her like plumbing equipment. There was a length of clear hose looped up, a bag full of solution of some kind, and a thick long nozzle. She had a bad feeling about it all even before she knew what it was.
Mason grabbed a thick white fluffy towel and sat back down, putting it over his lap. He patted his towel-covered knee, indicating she should come to him and once more submit to whatever he had planned for her.
She hesitated, looking at the paraphernalia he’d gathered nearby.
“What’s all that?”
“It’s the equipment I need to give you an enema. I want to make sure you’re cleaned out.”
An enema. More humiliation. Was there any end to his perversion? So far he’d managed to turn every basic human need into an opportunity to make her submit in the most primal of ways, and apparently he was going so far as to wash her bottom from the inside out as well.
Elliot was familiar with enemas in theory only. Her mother swore by enemas administered by Swedes, and some of her friends had delighted in having coffee squirted up their butts for nebulous health effects, but Ellie had never been interested in having her insides cleaned out. They could take care of themselves, she figured.
“I don’t need to be cleaned… there…” she said firmly, hoping he might listen to her.
“Ellie, you really don’t understand this arrangement, are you? You do as I say,” he replied, his eyes locking on her with displeasure. “I decide what I’m going to do with you. Do you really need a reminder already? Is more punishment in order?”
“You can’t just threaten me into…”
He moved a fraction and she trailed off into a squeak. He smirked darkly as it became blatantly obvious she wasn’t feeling nearly as brave as she was pretending to be from her naked and increasingly goose-bumpy position.
“Come and lie over my lap.”
Ellie stared at him, then shook her head. “I want proof…”
He paused and looked down at her as she crouched there on her hands and knees. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ll behave myself better, I’ll do as you say more, if you show me that Aiden is safe. I want proof of life.”
“You’re not in a position to bargain with me, Ellie,” he said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Arguing with a half-naked Mason was difficult to do, especially as all she wanted was for him to strip all the rest of the way off and fuck her to orgasm. She wanted to feel his cum inside her. She would have paid all her fortune to have him fuck her senseless, fill her with his seed and leave her dripping. Instead she was on her knees, playing with fire.
“Please, Mav…”
“You submit to this enema, you show me that you have any sense of obedience at all, and I’ll consider it.”
There wasn’t really any choice. She’d already agreed to do as he said. This was just playing around the edges of his patience, and she was sure that would run out soon. Reluctantly and slowly she squirmed over his thighs. He positioned her carefully, spreading his legs a little so that one thigh was beneath her hips, the other under her ribs so that her tummy wasn’t pressed hard against anything.
“Spread your legs a little,” he ordered gently. “Good girl.”
She felt him reach between her cheeks and apply a generous amount of lubricant to her bottom hole. Her breath came a little quicker and sharper as she looked up and at the nozzle, which was still sitting in her eye line. It was much bigger than a finger; it seemed far too big to go into such a tight spot.
“Please, sir… I don’t need this…”
He ignored her whimpering and instead continued to massage the lubricating gel into her rear, his finger pressing against her hole until it began to surrender and allow him entrance to spread it all the way inside her. She hissed and bit her lower lip as she felt him intruding there. It was much more sensitive than she had realized it would be, and the sensation of being probed was a strange one. She could feel ripples of excitement in her pussy as the inner wall between the two passages was stimulated by his fingers. He was rubbing just inside her bottom, but it was all connected and soft little gasps were soon escaping her lips as he began to slide the finger in and out of her, fucking her slowly and gently.
“This is an important part of your training,” he murmured. “I’m going to make just as much use of your bottom as your pussy and your mouth.”
She closed her eyes, but the words lingered. Use. He was going to use every hole she had. That meant the finger… and the nozzle… were just the beginning. When his finger slid out of her bottom she breathed a small sigh of relief as the pressure went away, but it was soon back. He hung the bag up on a hook from the wall, ran the hose to the nozzle, and then the nozzle itself moved out of her field of vision for a moment before being felt between her cheeks.
It was hard and cool and the moment she felt it against her bottom, she started to squirm. The prospect of being filled up did not please her, nor did having a thick nozzle pushed inside her. His fingers she could tolerate but this…
“Quit wriggling,” he ordered. “And relax. It will slide in nice and easy as long as you don’t clench.”
She clenched her butt as hard as she could, then relaxed it a second later when his palm met her cheeks in a hard slap.
“You’re making this much worse for yourself. And you’re making me think that you’re not really serious about the submission you promised, which makes me much less inclined to do you any favors…”
“You’re trying to stick a hose in my ass and fill me up like a water balloon!”
His snort was accompanied by another hard slap. “That is not what’s happening at all. Now settle down.”
She couldn’t settle, but she did try to relax a little simply to save herself the hard slaps that made her butt burn anew. It didn’t work at first. Trying to relax was like being told not to think about something. The more he touched her bottom, the tighter her muscles got.
“Ellie…” She heard his warning growl.
“I’m trying!” she squeaked. “I can’t!”
“You could when it was my finger.”
“But your finger is nicer,” she whimpered. “That’s a big nasty nozzle.” Her voice started to crack as she became frustrated and upset. None of this was easy, and he seemed to always think that she was being deliberately bad, even when he was asking her to do things so far out of her realm of experience she barely understood what was happening.
“Okay, okay, settle down, little girl,” he soothed. He abandoned the nozzle and began massaging her bottom, rubbing some of the accumulated sting away. For once, he was comforting her rather than punishing her, and it was nice. Slowly, she began to relax, her breathing slowing and becoming deeper. His free hand left her bottom and began to massage her back too, moving up and down her spine in long, slow, calming strokes as his other finger returned to work on her bottom, slowly swirling his lubricated digit around that sensitive little hole, pushing inside and then pulling out again over and over until her anus began to truly relax.
Elliot knew what he was doing. He was taking the long way, soothing her into a state where her bottom would accept the enema nozzle. That didn’t make it any less effective. Mason knew how to make her body respond as he wanted it to, and as much as she didn’t want the enema, she knew it was inevitable. When he next brought the nozzle to her bottom, it slipped in much more easily, the first fraction of an inch finding almost casual entrance to her anus. From there it began to press deeper, the muscle of her bottom giving way to allow the hard plastic to take inch after inch. Inside her, it felt even thicker and longer than it looked. The greasy lubricant may have made its passage easier, but it didn’t make the thing itself any smaller. As Mason settled the instrument into its final place, Elliot was forced to come to terms with the fact that though she had never allowed anyone to put anything there, now she was lying over his thighs waiting to be filled like a water bottle.
“Good girl,” Mason praised. “Now, you’re going to feel the solution as it goes in…”
He must have twisted something, opened something… she didn’t know the precise mechanism of action, but she certainly felt the flow as it began. She covered her face with her hands as the water began to trickle inside her. It was slow and warm, not unpleasant, but a very strange sensation. It went on for several long minutes, Mason holding the tube inside her as she was increasingly filled.
“Why are you doing this, Mason?”
“Sir,” he reminded her. “Because you have three holes, and I intend to make full use of you.”
She blushed furiously. “You’re perverted,” she complained. “And twisted… and…”
“I’m all that and more,” he agreed, tapping her cheek lightly with his free hand. “But you will call me sir regardless, or you will suffer the consequences.”
“You’re perverted, sir,” she said with a little gasp as he twisted the nozzle slowly inside her bottom. The lubrication made it move smoothly, but it still caused sensations to ripple through her. Was an enema supposed to feel good? She didn’t know, but she did know that her toes were starting to curl and she was starting to quiver in places below the nozzle. Places still bereft of that elusive orgasm.
As if sensing her thoughts, or perhaps seeing her desire, Mason’s free hand began to stroke her thighs, and then up the sensitive tract of skin toward her pussy. She felt his fingers near her lower lips, then slide away again, teasing her. It was a very effective distraction from the thick intrusion in her bottom as she was slowly but steadily filled. She found herself holding her breath, staying perfectly still except for an increased parting of her thighs as she tried to urge him to touch her there, where she so needed to be touched.
It took forever for his fingers to finally reach her sex, but when they did, the gentle stroking motion along the very outside of her labia made her let out a moan of pure pleasure. Her inner walls began to clench in anticipation, their greedy motion making her bottom tighten around the nozzle probing her depths. He was making it all better, and he was making it all much worse.
She began to squirm, her lower belly starting to feel full as the liquid began to build up inside. His finger found her clit and rubbed the wet little nub in quick little circles. Elliot gasped as he set off a sudden reaction, sending her toward orgasm with his skillful touch. The desire during the hours she had spent in erotic limbo rose quick and hard, pushing her toward climax almost instantly.
“Oh, god, Mason… god…” she moaned and squirmed. The nozzle was going to slip out of her bottom, she was certain of it. The more she tightened her bottom to try to keep it in, the more she felt it sliding away. Her orgasm was so close she could feel every nerve in her body preparing to unleash.
“Come,” he commanded, slipping his finger inside her soaking wet pussy hole. “Come for me now.”
Her body obeyed him instantly, her cunt clenching around his fingers as he plunged a second one inside her, his thumb working her clit hard. With the nozzle in her bottom, his fingers in her pussy, her clit grinding against his thumb, she came hard, screaming his name, her body bucking over his thighs. She had never been so humiliated, and she had never come so hard. He pushed her through it, drawing it out by plundering her sex with his fingers, twisting and thrusting them inside her, holding the nozzle deep in her bottom as she writhed and wailed and finally lay still over his lap, the orgasm receding from every part of her like the tide going out.
“Mason…” She mumbled his name, embarrassed.
“Yes?”
“I really gotta go to the toilet.”
She could hear the smirk in his voice as he let her up.
“So go.”
There was no time for humility or propriety. The enema water had done its job. She raced for the toilet, sat down, and felt it all rushing from her. He was still sitting on the bath, watching her with about the same reaction as he might watch a puppy doing its business.
“Good girl,” he praised when she was done. “Now come here and let me clean you up.”
Blushing so furiously her face had become its own heat source, she flushed and went back over to him. He took her back over his thighs, a small mercy given that she didn’t have to look at him in this position.
She felt him spreading her cheeks again and then she felt the cool touch of wet wipes against her bottom. She was sure she was clean anyway, but still, having him wash her there in that most intimate of places brought her submission to a new level.
“Now,” he said, sounding satisfied. “You’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” She whimpered the question. He had plans for her bottom; that much was obvious.
He held something down so she could see it in the palm of his hand. It was a silvery looking thing, shaped in a teardrop sort of fashion. The tip of it was small and rounded, but it quickly swelled out to a larger rounded region, which then tapered to a little neck attached to a wider base. When he moved the plug in his fingers, she saw that the base was covered in what looked like one large diamond.
“Is that real?”
“You’re not imagining things,” he rumbled. “It’s real.”
“I mean the stone,” she squirmed.
“Oh, yes, and it’s flawless. Only the very best for my girl’s bottom.”
He was denying her any adornment like clothing, but bejeweling her ass. She would have dwelt more on the irony of it all if she had been in any emotional position to do so—and if he wasn’t already pressing the cool tip of the plug to her bottom. It wasn’t intolerably large, only a couple of inches long and perhaps a couple of inches around at its very widest point, but it didn’t need to be. The enema had loosened her up and so the plug slipped in neatly and without discomfort, settling against her anus.
“You’ll wear this plug for as long as I decide,” he said, tapping the base of it so it moved just a little inside her freshly cleaned bottom. “I hope it will be a reminder to you to behave yourself.”
It was a reminder of something—mostly how perverted Mason was, and how far he was prepared to go to control her.
Squirming over his lap, the remnants of orgasm fast fading from her body, she felt sensitive and small. “Is it my turn yet?”
“What do you mean?” He sounded amused as he rubbed his hand over her cheeks.
She wanted to negotiate, but that was difficult to do with a diamond in her butt and practically all her dignity having been flushed away. Still, she had to do it. She was going through all of this humiliation for a reason.
“I did it all,” she said. “Everything you told me. Now it’s time for you to keep your side of the bargain. I want to see him. And not over the phone or something like that. I want to see him in person.”
Mason patted her bottom and eased her from his thighs, settling her into a kneeling position on the bathroom floor. “I’ll see what I can do. For now, you go back in the cage. Hands and knees, my toy. I want to see that pretty plug as you go.”
She pouted, but he got his way. She crawled the distance from the bathroom to the cage, her bottom high, the plug displayed in all its glory. Every crawled step was an embarrassment, a reminder of how far she’d fallen. Even her name seemed foreign now. Toy, that fit her better. Toys had their bottoms cleaned and plugged, toys slept in cages, toys came when their masters took them over their knees and toyed with their eager little clits until they came.
It was almost a relief to crawl inside the cage. She’d loathed it on sight, but now it was a refuge, her little space.
“Get some rest,” he said. “I’ll be back to see you when I know something.”
With that, he closed the door and left her alone. Elliot laid down, curled up on her side and closed her eyes. She could feel the plug as an ever present force in her bottom, a strange intrusion, and yet not an entirely unpleasant one. It was stimulating the back wall of her pussy, leaving her with a low level of arousal that comforted her as she dozed off into a nap.