Chapter Fifteen
Lydia
I couldn’t believe that the opening was the next night. The weeks had gone by so quickly and suddenly it was a matter of hours before the facility would be swarmed with the VIP guests Skylar had invited to experience the chambers. This was meant to be a celebration of all of the work that had been done and the opening of the facility to the public, but I knew that Skylar and the other executives also intended on offering limited, exclusive, and extremely expensive, memberships to the facility. These rare commodities would bestow on the bearer unlimited access to all of the chambers, as well as specialty access and enhanced features in a few that they were permitted to select for themselves. Skylar had talked about the passes during the last conference meeting, her face gleaming with the thought of the money that she would be able to make from the clients that she knew would want to be able to return as frequently as they liked and not have to go through the step of paying for their experience each time.
The memberships would also offer other perks, including enhanced features of the aftercare facilities, a personalized robe waiting for them for their sessions, and even the ability to pay a premium and have a customized preshow before they entered the main floor of their chosen chamber. This preshow would feature their simulated partner on a screen in the dressing area, calling the client by name and eagerly asking for them to come see them. Those few seconds could be achieved simply by programming the names of the clients into all of the preshow programs so that when a member with that privilege entered the room, the employee monitoring the operation of the program would be able to trigger the proper name. It was a fairly easy prospect that could make a tremendous difference in customer satisfaction with the service, and in Skylar’s bottom line.
I was scrambling to put the final finishing touches on the chamber before it underwent testing. The test subject that Skylar had hired was supposed to arrive that evening to go through the simulation. I dreaded the thought, but quickly chastised myself for it. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I wasn’t allowed to care that another woman would be going through sexual scenarios with a simulation of Gabriel. Even just saying it to myself sounded ridiculous. It was a computer, a program that I had coded to give the clients the pleasure that they sought, and that happened to look like Gabriel. Though I did find some comfort in the reminder that what the test subject, and every client after her, would be experiencing wasn’t truly Gabriel but an image that they saw and a series of stimulations that came through their virtual reality equipment and the equipment within the chamber, it wasn’t complete. I knew deep within myself that even if it was actually Gabriel standing in that chamber waiting for the test subject or for every client that walked into the facility, I had nothing that I could say about it.
I heard the door to the booth click several hours later and turned toward it, expecting to see the test subject standing on the other side. Instead, I looked through the narrow window in the center of the door and saw Gabriel staring at me. I was slightly startled, but also felt a warm rush of pleasure go through my chest at the sight of him. I hadn’t been able to see him much in the last several days because of how much work I had to do to make sure that the program was finished. He had understood and hadn’t made any commands of me, but while I appreciated being given the time to complete my work, I had found myself missing him terribly.
Seeing him in the facility again, however, had put me in a strange position. I didn’t know if he was there in a professional capacity that had to do with the facility, or if he was there as my dominant. I knew that my rules dictated that no matter where I was, I was held under the constraints of my agreement with him, and that whatever he asked of me, I was expected to comply. That left me not knowing if I should kneel in front of him when he stepped inside or greet him as I would any other person who was involved in the project. I opened the door and he smiled at me.
“I got my authorization back for today, but it doesn’t seem to work on this door.”
“No one is given authorization for the booth itself but the programmer working on the chamber. It’s the same with our offices.” I told him. “There were some issues with previous projects where programmers were going into other people’s booths and offices and accessing their work so that they could either sabotage or steal it to make themselves look better. In the end it just made everything look really bad and the company got a huge wave of new policies and updated security.”
Gabriel was staring at me and I wondered if I had gone over the line and spoken too much. Usually I didn’t talk that much unless I was given permission, but this environment had swayed me. I bit down into my bottom lip and saw his eyes lower to it. I quickly removed my teeth from my lip and licked it to cover the indentations.
“It doesn’t really seem fair that only you are allowed in this space,” he said.
He stepped inside, the sheer force of his presence coming toward me causing me to step back so that he could enter all the way and then close the door behind him.
“It doesn’t?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“No,” he said. “It’s such a big space for such a little girl.”
His voice was different somehow, but I was too focused on his face to concentrate fully on the way that he sounded. His eyes were dark and sultry, burning into mine and stopping me in my place.
“Well, it seems that you are in here with me now.”
Gabriel nodded.
“I am. And I think that I’m just in time, too.”
“In time?” I asked. “For what?”
That was the first time that I noticed that he was carrying a large black bag, which he set on my chair and opened. He reached in and pulled out several white candles contained within jars and a lighter.
“There’s a special treat that I’ve been meaning to give you to celebrate all of the hard work that you’ve been doing.”
“A treat?”
“Come over here and undress.”
I complied, grateful that the door’s security wouldn’t allow anyone else to come into the booth, but very aware of the window in the center that would mean any of the people who also had access to the floor who walked by would be able to glance in and see everything that was happening. While the number of people that meant was very low, that number did include the most powerful people in the company, who I was sure wouldn’t approve of anything that I could imagine was going through Gabriel’s mind.
But that didn’t matter. He had given me a command and I was going to comply with it. I would deal with any consequences that might come from anyone finding us if it happened. In that moment as I looked at him and saw the way he looked at me, I was far more willing to face any of the consequences that they could give to me than the thought of displeasing Gabriel.
As I undressed, Gabriel lay out a wide piece of plastic that reminded me of a tablecloth that would stretch across the cake table at a birthday party. I got the distinct feeling that I was soon going to know much more what that birthday cake felt like. When he had smoothed the plastic down, he covered it with two layers of smooth cotton sheets and then a thick blanket.
“Kneel,” he told me.
I took my familiar position in front of him in the middle of the blanket and watched him undress before reaching back into the bag and pulling out a bottle of baby oil. It wasn’t something that I was familiar with. He hadn’t used it on me before and I was unsure of what it meant. He opened the bottle and held it over me.
“Lean back,” he said.
I arched, allowing my head to fall back so that my chest lifted up toward him. He tipped the bottle and a drizzle of the thick oil dripped down onto my skin.
“Sit up,” he said.
As I did, the oil slid down toward my breasts. Gabriel put down the bottle and reached forward with both hands to massage the oil onto my body. He covered my breasts, the feeling of his palms on my nipples triggering a shiver through me, and then moved down to coat my stomach. He added more oil, pouring it directly onto my breasts this time, and it pooled down into the crease between my thigh and my hip. This he gathered with his hands and stroked around my hips and onto my lower back, massaging it into my skin so that I was covered with a thick layer of the glistening oil. When he was finished, he wiped his hands off on a cloth that he had taken from the bag and stood. I watched as he picked up the lighter from where he had put it on the counter and lit the jarred candles.
My mind immediately went to the candles in the simulation chamber, positioned around the bed. I had seen him touch those candles the first time we toured the chamber together. He had lifted one up and evaluated it, but I didn’t know why. Now I was about to find out.
Gabriel watched the candles burn for only a few minutes before blowing them out. Though it didn’t seem that they had been burning for long, each of the candles had already developed a thick layer of melted wax on top and he stared down at that wax now, as if willing it to do something. Finally, he picked up one of the candles and carried it over toward me. He held the candle up above me and I felt realization sink into my belly. The wax dripped from the glass lip of the jar and came down toward my skin. I didn’t move, but braced for the pain.
The hot wax stung as it touched my skin, but it was a different kind of sting that I received from the flogger or the riding crop. Just like those, however, the initial intensity lessened after only a fraction of a moment. Unlike with those, the depth of the sensation continued to grow even after my skin seemed to become accustomed to the wax on it. The heat of the liquid wax seeped through the oil on my skin and a new spark of sensation rippled across me. A strangled sigh of pleasure burbled from my lips and I let my head fall back again. Gabriel added more wax and it drizzled over the formations of cooled, solidified wax that were forming on my breasts to touch my stomach.
“Turn around,” Gabriel said. “Lay down.”
I turned and lay on my stomach on the blanket, feeling the pressure of my body weight bringing even more awareness of the areas touched by the hot wax. An instant later I felt more of the wax, this time dripping into the curve of my lower back. Then there was a different sensation. I could still feel the heat of the wax, but instead of it hitting my skin in drops, it seemed to be gliding across it. I hazarded a glanced over my shoulder and saw that Gabriel was holding a paint brush, dipping it into one of the candles and using it to paint across my back as he knelt across my thighs.
I tried to follow the pattern of the brushstrokes, so I could decipher any shapes that he might be making. At first it seemed that he was only following a random path, but then I felt the brush touch my skin and glide across it to form the distinct shape of a letter “G”. My stomach clenched, and my heart trembled. It was as though he had branded me.
The letter finished, Gabriel put the candle and the brush aside and stretched out over me. I felt his hardened cock nudging between my thighs and I parted my legs as much as I could with the force of his body holding me down. He adjusted to permit me extra range of motion and I felt his erection sink into me. He didn’t slam into me suddenly like he so frequently did. Instead, he took his time, gradually filling me so that I had the opportunity to feel all of him as he moved across my inner walls and stretched me further. My little experience before I met him hadn’t been enough to prepare me for the sheer size of Gabriel, and each time that he was inside of me it felt like my body was learning how to accommodate him. The thought that I was stretching, molding so that I exactly fit him was dizzying and I lifted my hips, pressing back into him to welcome him further.
Gabriel’s arms wrapped around me and I felt him pull me up against him as he started to roll his hips against me. The rhythm created long, smooth strokes within me, and the angle allowed him to massage the deliciously sensitive spots on my front walls. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, the now-familiar rushing feeling coming over me even though Gabriel was still moving slowly, almost carefully. Just before I came, Gabriel pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back, sweeping both legs up and over his shoulders as he entered me again. This brought his face directly over mine so that we stared into each other’s eyes as he gave a few more deep thrusts and both of us tumbled into ecstasy.
I felt Gabriel fall forward and I opened my arms so that he could lay down on top of me, his head tucked into the curve of my shoulder and neck. A feeling rushed over me that I didn’t know how to interpret. This was different. I didn’t know why, but something had changed. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, feeling that confusion start to soften into happiness, but before I could fully allow myself to feel it, I glanced up and noticed the corner of a face disappear away from the window in the door. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest and I drew in a sharp breath.
“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asked.
“Someone was watching us,” I said.
He scrambled back off of me and grabbed his trunks and pants.
“What?” he asked as he got into them.
“I saw somebody’s face in the window.”
The dried, cooled wax on my skin felt strange beneath my clothes, but I wanted to get covered as quickly as I could. Gabriel lurched the door open and rushed out into the hallway. I watched through the door was he turned back and forth, staring up and down the hallway. Finally, he turned back to me and came back into the booth.
“I didn’t see anybody,” he said.
I nodded.
“Maybe it was just a trick of the light,” I said.
I was trying to sound as convincing as I could, but I knew that when I looked at that window I had seen a face, and I was nearly certain that it was Skylar.
“Are you going to the party tomorrow night?” Gabriel asked.
“Yes,” I said, straightening my hair. “Attendance is mandatory.”
“I’ll send a dress to your apartment,” he said.
“That’s not necessary,” I said.
“Yes, it is.”
The smoke had returned to his voice. Whatever I thought might have been different wasn’t anymore. Nothing had changed. It was exactly as it had been.
Gabriel gathered the items that he had brought with him and left the booth, pausing for only a moment to give me a brief kiss. I sat back down at the counter after he left, trying to bring my mind back into my work, but I couldn’t concentrate. Finally, I looked down at my phone and realized that I was well beyond the time when the test subject should have gotten there.
A sudden realization sank into my heart. That hadn’t been Skylar who was peering through the window at Gabriel and me. It was the test subject who had come to give a final review to the completed chamber. I covered my face with both hands and gave a self-hating laugh. The only situation that I could imagine that would actually be worse than my boss watching me get fucked on the floor of my booth was having an outside test subject that had been hired to come in and test our technology watch me get fucked on the floor of my booth and then go tell my boss. At least that meant that Skylar didn’t actually see me naked with Gabriel on top of me. That way I could maintain a modicum of dignity as I collected my things from my office and let security escort me out of the building.
Maybe not.
A sudden thought occurred to me and some of the dread that I was feeling eased. This woman knew that she was coming to this facility to test a sex simulator. She knew that she was going to be using hyper realistic virtual reality to experiment with a simulated man and an immersive environment where she was expected to use sex toys and essentially get fucked by the computer. Maybe a person like that wouldn’t actually be shocked by coming into that type of facility and finding people having sex. It was entirely possible that she just stopped by for a quick show and then headed toward the simulation chamber on her own, expecting that I would just remain in the booth to supervise and take any notes that might be necessary. She had gone through the same briefing as the other subjects, so she knew how to use the chamber. She didn’t really need me for anything. I still felt, though, that I should at least be there to greet her.
I walked out of the booth and toward the entrance to the chamber. The door was closed, and I used my pass to access it. When I stepped in, however, I noticed that nothing had been moved. There was no sign that anyone had come into the room at all. I passed through the second door and found no one there, either. I rushed back to the booth and checked the screens. The chamber was still untouched, completely the same as it had been when I finished my last check. Hoping that my suspicions hadn’t be wrong, and that the woman was now on her way up to Skylar to tell her what she had seen, I rushed to the elevator and headed toward the executive floor.
I was formulating what I was going to say to her when I heard voices coming from Skylar’s office. The door to her office at the end of the hallway was standing slightly open, telling me that she was the only one left on the floor for the evening, and people inside were having what sounded like a heated argument. One of the voices was definitely Skylar’s, but I hadn’t heard enough of the other one to recognize it. I crept closer to the door, curious about what was happening.
“I just can’t fucking believe that that’s what you’ve been doing. I didn’t hire you so that you could take my employee as your new submissive.”
The words made my mouth go dry. She was talking to Gabriel.
“You didn’t hire me at all,” Gabriel growled back. “Unless you so conveniently forget, I don’t need your money. I did this as a favor for you.”
“Did what? Played your little games on my company dime? How often have you been coming here and training her, Gabriel? Every day? A couple of times a week?”
“This was the first time that it was here.”
He still sounded angry, but there was something else in his voice, something close to intimidation, but I didn’t even want to consider what that could mean.
“You can’t possibly expect me to believe that you’ve never touched her and suddenly you’ve got Lydia doing hot wax play in the office.”
“I didn’t say that. I said that it was the first time here.”
“So, where? Did you bring her to the playroom? Has she seen all of your toys? How about the rack? How did she like that one?” She paused and when she spoke again there was a sarcastic, almost slimy tone to her voice. “Oh…that’s right. The rack was never your favorite, was it? I suppose maybe things are different now.”
“Stop it, Skylar,” Gabriel said.
“Why? Am I upsetting you? Am I hurting you?”
“Stop it. There’s no reason for you to be like this.”
“There isn’t? That’s funny, because I think that there’s all the reason in the world for me to be like this.”
“I’m leaving.”
“You don’t care about her, do you?”
I had been sinking back in the hallway, ready to make my escape so that neither of them saw me, but I paused when I heard Skylar ask that question. The room remained silent for several long seconds before Gabriel spoke.
“I’m leaving, Skylar. I’ll go to the party tomorrow night because I already committed to it, but after that, I’m gone.”
I stepped backwards into an alcove just as Gabriel stalked out of Skylar’s office and down the hallway.