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  The first thing that I pulled out was a wig made of tumbling golden curls. Beneath that was a dress in a pale blue fabric. The top was modest, in fact there was nothing revealing about it at all. The skirt however, was short and stiff with petticoats sewn into it to keep it flared out. There were matching panties, which was fortunate since all of me below the waist would be on display.

  The accompanying card said nothing but the time that I would be picked up at. With dismay, I looked at the dress. I would look absolutely ridiculous. I kept arguing with myself like I had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. The devil won and I proceeded to dress.

  I looked like an overgrown child. My unfettered breasts looked obscene in the dress that would have been better suited to a young girl. The puffed sleeves, the petticoats, the ribbon in the wig…I cringed when I wondered what Daniel had in mind tonight. Although, with the wig on, I did look like a different person, and surely no one would recognize me like this.

  The by now familiar driver arrived right on time, and again spoke little to me, which I was grateful for. I had, of course, worn my coat again and I hugged it around me as I sat in the back seat of the car, nervously awaiting the night which lay before me.

  When we arrived, I wasn’t taken to Daniel’s office. Instead, I was taken straight to the wings of the stage. Colt and the others were there and he winked at me. “Hey, Goldilocks.”

  It made sense now. I was Goldilocks and they were the three bears. Only they were the sexiest bears that I’d ever seen and obviously they were going to eat me up. The kind stage mistress came over and inspected my costume, giving a nod of approval. “Perfect. Now, the bears will guide you where you need to go. Don’t be nervous.” She gave me a reassuring pat that I barely acknowledged because I was looking around for Daniel, but he was nowhere to be seen.

  That was more humiliating than the stupid dress and the wig. He was treating me like I was nothing more than an employee. Actually, I was less than that, I was a slave.

  “You’re on,” the stage mistress hissed in my ear and gave me a push. I had been aware of the announcer speaking but I hadn’t listened to what he was saying. Suddenly, I was out in front of the debauched audience. I saw them all, some dressed, some naked, and they were all staring out me. Hands took me, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw it was Colt.

  The announcer was still speaking, telling the audience the fairytale.

  “Get down on your knees,” Colt whispered.

  I swallowed and obeyed, not struggling when my hands were pulled behind my back and securely bound.

  “Here’s your porridge.” Colt placed a wooden bowl in front of me. Whatever it was, it wasn’t porridge. “Trust me, it’ll make you feel good and relaxed. You need to eat all of it. It’s his orders.”

  “How?” I whispered, but I knew already with a sinking heart.

  Colt gave me a look of pity, then placed his hand on my neck and guided my head down. I was to eat like a dog or a cat, and I felt myself blush and tears sting at my eyes at the thought of all of these people witnessing it. What was erotic about that?

  “You lick the bowl and I’ll lick your pussy,” he whispered.

  I hesitantly let my tongue touch the strange mixture. It had a bitter taste to it and made my tongue tingle. Behind me, my panties were being pulled down, baring my ass to the audience and I jerked up in reaction but another strong hand guided my head back down to the bowl. This hand was stronger and I knew that I had no choice. But then I felt the tongue lick between my butt cheeks and down to my waiting pussy and all thoughts flew out the window. I lapped at the bowl, almost as enthusiastically as Colt was licking me. It made a mess on my cheeks and around my mouth, I could feel the stickiness and at first I cringed in humiliation. But then a warm, hazy feeling came over me, and it wasn’t just due to Colt’s masterful tongue.

  God, I’d been drugged.

  My head felt light and all of a sudden, my orgasm exploded. It was intense and jarred every part of me. What the hell was in that bowl?

  Then I was being lifted up, and taken to a chair. The announcer was speaking again, but I was too dazed to listen. The chair was a standard wooden rocking chair, but in the center of the seat was an upright dildo. The bears helped me onto it so I kneeled there over it, and then they guided me down so it sunk into me. I gave a moan and felt my muscles tighten around it. It filled me completely and my hazy brain was amazed that it could feel that good. My body started to slide up and down it and the bears supported me. God, this felt so good and I could feel another orgasm building within me. I tried to stop it because I didn’t think that I could stand having something so intense so soon. I shook my head frantically but there was no stopping it. I gasped and shook as it rippled through me.

  Colt laughed in my ear. “Good drugs, huh?”

  I turned my face to him as I was helped off the dildo. He looked so good as he stood in front of me, hands holding me. I suddenly had this strong desire to have my mouth on him. I fell to my knees, my mouth going to the waist of his outfit, my teeth pulling down his pants to reveal his erection.

  “I want your cock,” I said in a hoarse voice, before closing my mouth down over his length. I enthusiastically worked up and down him, covering him in saliva and sucking like I couldn’t get enough.

  “Matilda, we’re not supposed to…shit.”

  I smiled to myself when he gripped my hair and held me in place while he thrust into me.

  “That’s enough!” Daniel’s voice cut through, but I didn’t stop what I was doing and I nearly whined when Colt pushed me away, turning to fix himself up while I sat on my knees with an angry Daniel looking down at me.

  I laughed. I wasn’t sure if it were the drugs or me that gave that laugh. I imagined what I looked like, wig in disarray and my juices smeared down thighs. I caught Daniel’s glaring gaze again and gave another laugh. He stared hard at me, before relaxing his posture and turning toward the audience, giving a smile that was all charm and ease.

  “It seems that the privileged Ms. Larsen thinks that she’s allowed to have a cock in her mouth without my say so.” The audience was hanging on his every word. “But what she doesn’t seem to understand is that she is not allowed to do anything without my permission. Eat, breathe, laugh…those are all privileges that Ms. Larsen should be thankful that I grant.”

  I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. There seemed like something darker had come over Daniel right then. The seriousness of those words hit me, and it was like he had been saying all along. He controlled my life. If he chose, he could destroy me.

  “Punish her!” Someone called while others laughed.

  Daniel’s grin widened. “Excellent idea. Strip her.”

  Fear went through me. I was here, on my knees, no panties, and bound. Suddenly, the bears were hauling me up, hands ripped my outfit, sending it to the floor as my breasts fell free and I didn’t even have the use of my hands to cover myself. A slim black crop had appeared in Daniel’s hand, looking lethal and cruel.

  My heart began to beat faster and my mouth was dry. “Daniel, don’t.”

  He caught my eye, staring for a moment before directing his gaze at Colt. “Bend her over the bed.”

  “Sorry, babe,” Colt whispered and he pulled me toward the small bed on the stage. He pushed on my shoulder and I fell on my knees obediently before being pushed again so my torso was flat on the bed, my cheek pressing against the mattress as my rear stuck out for all to see. And there Colt left me, the only potential ally that I had, while the audience yelled for blood, and Daniel once again got to take his sick revenge.

  A hand removed my wig and brushed against my hair that had fallen free. “You should have been obedient, Mattie. We get on so well when you do what you’re told,” Daniel told me in a low voice. I didn’t answer him, just squeezed my eyes shut as tears rolled out of them and I shook. I tried to mentally prepare myself for the whoosh of the crop in the air and the stinging pain.

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  But it never came. All I heard were the curtains beginning to close and the audience booing. The crop was thrown down on the bed beside me and I opened my eyes in surprise.

  “Colt, pull up a few of the older rich women who never get a chance and give them a show,” Daniel ordered.

  “Yes, sir.”

  A hand pulled me up and I was turned to face Daniel through my swollen eyes. “You’re still being punished,” he said harshly, and pulled me off the stage. I struggled to keep up with him as I was roughly pulled toward the lift. He didn’t speak to me as we began to move, and his iron grip never released me. When it stopped on the floor on which his office was situated, once again I was manhandled.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked desperately, partly relieved to escape a very public beating with the crop, but on the other hand, my apprehension built up as I wondered what would happen now. “It’s not my fault. You gave me a drug that made me so—”

  “I didn’t say you could speak,” he said in a tight voice like he was barely containing his anger. He released me from his grip before walking over to a book case. With two hands, he pushed it. To my surprise it was on wheels and as it moved, it revealed a narrow door behind it. He pulled the door open, to reveal a dark room no bigger than a closet.

  Breathing hard, he said, “Get in.”

  “What? No. I’m not going in there.” I shook my head. He stared hard at me for a moment, before his face relaxed into a smile. I sighed with relief as he moved behind me and started to release my wrists.

  “Are you still horny,” he whispered in my ear before delivering a kiss to my neck.

  Wordlessly, I nodded.

  “Good.” Without warning, I was pulled into the closet and deposited firmly in a chair, my hands shackled to the sides before I could even register what was happening. It was like a padded dentist’s chair, but the base was wide, meaning that my legs could be spread. And that is exactly what he did, pulling them apart so they were uncomfortably spread, shackles at my wrists and ankles securing me.

  “Daniel…” I whimpered.

  “No talking, remember?” he said gently. He kissed my cheek before moving over to my mouth where he gave me such a seductive sweet kiss that I nearly forgot that I was trapped. I closed my eyes, enjoying his lips and how his hand swept over my breast and rolled my nipple tantalizingly between his fingers. When his mouth pulled away, I let out a sigh. The drugs were obviously still running through my system and I ached for him to be in me.

  But something else was pressed into my open mouth. A hard gag was quickly fastened at the back of my head as I struggled and panicked.

  Daniel moved coolly in front of me. “Enjoy the show, Mattie.” He stepped out the door and swung it closed while I tried to scream at him through the gag as I was plunged into darkness. I immediately stopped screaming; it was stupid since there was clearly no one to hear or to care and all it was doing was to tire my poor gagged mouth.

  The longer I stayed in the dark, the less I panicked. The old familiar comfort that I had always found in the absence of light swept over me. My breathing calmed, despite the cruel intrusion Daniel had stuck in my mouth. The only thing missing, of course, were the ghosts.

  I had always been aware of them as a young child when I was exiled every summer to the old family home. As I crept around in that house that seemed massive at the time, I knew that I wasn’t alone. The presence was strongest in the basement, and even at a young age, I was aware that there was more warmth in that presence than I had ever found sitting side by side with my aunt. I would speak to it, chatter in flawless language free of stammering. Of course, it never spoke back but I knew that it was there and listening all the same.

  Then I saw light. Something on the door flickered and it revealed a small flat screen. It showed a room with a bed and I remembered it from that scary night when Josh had tried to force me to have a threesome. I remembered now that Daniel had said there was a camera in the room and that he saw everything.

  Now, apparently, it was my turn to see everything. The screen was split into four to showcase the no doubt numerous cameras that were hidden in the so-called private room. There was no possibility of missing a thing that went on.

  A stunning woman walked in first, her red dress vivid along with her matching lipstick. She was model beautiful, and the arrogance of her features was matched by Daniel, who walked in behind her, closing the door behind him and ensconcing them in a room that should have been private. I quickly realized that this was happening in real time because Daniel’s suit and hair were the same. The woman swiftly turned to him, her hands on his chest as she kissed him. He towered over her and she looked like prey. I imagined that Daniel would have that effect on anyone. I watched as they undressed, almost like they were engaged in a sultry dance. Then they were kissing, a blonde head and a dark one. She broke the kiss and sunk down to her knees, freeing him and taking his erection in her mouth and smearing her bright lipstick on it. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if enjoying the ecstasy of having this arrogant woman degrade herself. Then his eyes opened, he smirked, and looked directly at the camera, at me, and winked.

  My eyes stayed mesmerized by the screen as I watched the two model-like figures fucking beautifully. When they finished, I saw how she looked at him. She looked like a woman in love. And he looked like a man who couldn’t care less. He left before she had even dressed and didn’t give her a second glance. She stared after him, her sadness evident as she held her dress to her naked body, her mouth twisting.

  I guessed that his intention had been to turn me on, or make me seethe with jealousy. But the only result was for me to be left feeling utterly cold.

  Chapter Twenty

  I wasn’t sure how long I was left in the dark, bound to that chair. The screen flickered off as the woman dressed and she fought back tears. Once the room was restored back to darkness, my mind remained on that woman. Did I act that pathetic around him? Was she just another plaything for him to amuse himself with?

  Finally, I heard noises and the door swung open and I blinked against the intrusive light. The first thing Daniel did was to remove my gag that was disgusting with drool but he didn’t even seem to react to it. Then, slowly, my wrists and hands were released. The first thing I did was to wipe at my mouth, ignoring how uncomfortable and stiff my limbs were. I wouldn’t show weakness.

  When he went to help me stand, I pushed him away and used the chair for support as I unsteadily regained use of my legs. I felt like some gawky creature, a baby giraffe, trying to walk for the first time.

  “I want to go home, now,” I said in a shaky, urgent voice as I stared at the floor, one arm held against my breasts in an attempt at modesty although I didn’t know why I bothered. Daniel just watched me with that unnerving stare, staying nothing. I raised my eyes at his silence. “Now! I want to go home now.”

  I stumbled backward out of the room, finding my footing and keeping my eyes firmly on him as if he might pounce. He slowly followed me as I walked backwards, only stopping when I banged into his desk and jumped around wildly in surprise. This was worse. I was standing in the bright light of his office, stark naked, mouth sore from the gag, saliva on my face, and aching wrists. And he was dressed expertly in a suit, not a hair out of place. This displayed the power imbalance between us perfectly, I thought bitterly.

  “Mattie,” he said, softly as he stepped forward. “You’re getting upset. You need to calm down.” The condescending tone of his voice made me sick; worse, was the way that he was crowding me against the desk with his body, trapping me and giving me nowhere to go. His hand reached out to stroke my hair gently. “I must say,” a small smile was on his lips now, “I do like you naked in my office.” He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger while I watched him with wide, anxious eyes. “I like the idea of you on your knees, tethered to my desk, awaiting my attention.” That finger now trailed down my neck to stop at the base where it swept across my skin before he lo
osely wrapped his hand around my neck. I swallowed. “All we need to do is to get you a collar,” he murmured before his lips came down on mine.

  I shouldn’t have kissed back. It made me foolish and weak. It made me pathetic.

  But I couldn’t help it. His touch, his tongue — it seemed to sweep everything away. His touch was as electric as always, sending jolts through me by just touching my skin. In between kisses, he shrugged off his jacket so it fell to the floor, then he lifted me effortlessly to place me on the desk and immediately he was standing between my legs as his mouth took over mine. The wood was hard and warm beneath my bare behind, and for some reason it made me feel beautiful to be naked on this desk where he worked while this fully dressed man ran his hands over me.

  But then flashes of the scene that I had witnessed while locked in the dark room came to mind and I couldn’t stop them, as much as I wanted to. A mere hour before, he had been with another woman. He had used her for only his pleasure; he had treated her like a plaything, something to be thrown away. Just like he was treating me…

  His lips moved to my neck with urgency, kissing me with such forcefulness that it was like he was claiming me. The difference now was that before those kisses had forced all thoughts to flow from my mind, now they were like constant bitter reminders of what he was. His hand was on the desk beside me, steadying him while his other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly. Beside his hand was a paperweight; a triangular shape with geometrical cuts in the glass that made reflections of us from every angle. I saw myself; naked, hair messed, eyes half open in a haze. The ultimate toy.

  I reached for the paperweight, it was surprisingly heavy. He kissed the base of my neck, and I brought that paperweight heavily down on that hand that rested on the desk.