One Week Three Hearts: (8 page)

"I need your face closer to this edge of the bed, so angle yourself at forty-five degrees and parallel to the corner," he muttered. She wiggled across the coverlet and searched his face for approval.

Satisfied with her position, he pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs and a long chain from a chest of drawers along the wall opposite the bed. After telling her to put her hands above her head and locking them around each wrist, he looped the chain through the openings in the metal headboard.

Doing her best to disguise her eagerness with a downward glance, Rose interpreted the appearance of the paraphernalia as an indication that she would finally feel Matt's hands on her body. She craved the stinging sensation and the clear sound of his hand making contact with her flesh, but Rose knew he would deny her if she directly asked for it.

Matt didn't honor requests. He stored them for later usage.

"You're not running away this time," Matt said firmly as he hooked the chain to the handcuffs. "I'm going to make sure of that."

Whether he was serious or roleplaying, the metallic click from the chain's clasp made it clear Matt was in control. Even though Rose had that same freeing perception last night when she relinquished to Matt, there wasn't a way for her to back out. No sense of panic overtook sensual thrill, although she still dug her fingernails into her palms.

Instead, something passed between them. Something transferred from deep inside her to Matt. She didn't have to make a decision; Matt absorbed that responsibility and repercussion. This emotional freedom evoked such a sense of inner calm that she couldn't letting out a small sigh.

After eliminating any potential slack in the chain, Matt stood over her with one hand resting on his shorts' waistband.

Rose took that moment to relish her newfound clarity as she visually traced the thin line of dark hair that passed through his navel to the outline his stiff cock made against the khaki fabric. Courage gathered to raise her eyes to his, and the half smile disappeared.

An emotional veil enshrouded his expression to turn it into a stern glacier devoid of any warmth. Matt's arm crossed across his narrow yet muscular waist. His fingers sought the watch missing from the opposite wrist, replaced with a pale stripe surrounded by deeply tanned skin.
 

"I have to be honest with you," Matt said. "I am half tempted to forgo this in order to fuck you because you look so incredibly hot right now. But first, you need to learn not to be so selfish and how to give yourself to others freely."

His head shook in regret. "It's a shame I have to teach you what compromise really means."

***

Light consolidated into a narrow rectangle on Matt's chest grew wider when the door opened, then vanished after it clicked shut. Two successive, plastic snapping sounds generated a slight echo.

Moments earlier, Matt pulled out his mobile phone and said three words. "Ready. Bring gloves."

The beginnings of a regretful wave formed, and seemed to crash in time with the rising tide outside the house. What did she think would happen when she consented to this?
 

Matt squatted down until they were on the same eye level.

"Don't turn your head," Matt said. "Don't look at him. Look only at me."

***

Mikhel's latex gloved fingers tentatively poked at her asshole.

"Go slow when you fuck her ass," Matt instructed. "Slow in, hold for a moment, and then slow out. I'll tell you when to speed it up. Don't touch her anyplace else unless you need to."

"I don't touch her cunt?" Mikhel asked.
 

Rose cringed at the rough word while Matt's head shook at Mikhel. Her concern levels shot up as she guessed Matt's plan was to humiliate her through denial.

"I'm not paying you to give her what she wants," Matt said. "I'm paying you to do what I want, so enjoy it."

Paying him?

"Okay, but she's really tight," Mikhel replied.

"Yeah, well… she likes the pain," Matt said. "She gets off on it. Don't you, Rose?"

"Yes," she said in a small voice. The admission's accompanying shame churned in Rose's stomach. The setting and situation freed her to finally say it, and the consent seemed to hover in the air. Each time Mikhel's slippery thick fingers probed or stretched her asshole, it built up another level of anticipation for releasing a small emotional slice.

His fingers ceased prodding. The aqueous sound of lube squirting out of its bottle followed the condom wrapper's distinctive rip. Attempting to brace herself against the inevitable, Rose grabbed at the chain that led from her wrists to the headboard. There wasn't anything else readily available to hold on to. Body heat warmed the cool metal, and her fingertips slipped between the chain links.

Mikhel's meaty hands parted her cheeks, and a low grunt accented his cock's tip slowly entering her ass. Rose willed her muscles to steel against the invasion while all the air rushed out of her lungs. The searing pain centered from her rear pulsed outwards in a web that overtook her concerns. Her limited efforts didn't stop Mikhel; his cock forced itself inside and she stretched around his girth.

He's so huge. I could barely get my mouth around his cock last night, and now he's going to fuck my ass with that thing.

A prolonged shudder traveled along Rose's spine from the topmost portion of her torso to her tailbone. The eerie quiet amplified the stuttered breaths escaping her clenched teeth.

"I bet you're wet from this," Matt murmured. His mouth formed a straight line as firm as the granite jawline. The calculated gaze absorbed every single reaction she expressed. Rose couldn't tell if his words unnerved her more than his proposed actions.

As if her mind detached from her body, Rose envisioned herself floating above the scene. This was happening to someone else, not her. Physical actions kept her tethered more than the handcuffs or the chain.
 

From miles away, Matt instructed Mikhel to lift her topmost leg. Mikhel muttered something in a foreign language as his cock's full length halted inside her anal canal. Remnants of lube covered Mikhel's gloved hand sliding around the inside of her thigh, resulting in a sound that was simultaneously revolting and arousing.

The citrus punch she drank earlier burned her mouth with an acidic aftertaste. Her body would soon betray her because no matter how much Rose denied it to herself or Matt, she enjoyed this. There was something thrilling about a total stranger doing this to her.

The dreamlike floating feeling drifted away when she realized Matt's intentions were to touch her. Rose didn't attempt to fight against Mikhel by forcing her legs closed. Not a single ounce of strength remained. A sigh signified she accepted there wasn't a way to fend this off.

Breathlessly anticipating his touch, Rose's gaze followed Matt's outstretched arm until his fingers probed through the protective folds layering her clit. Through opened legs, Rose glimpsed a portion of Mikhel's waist straining forward. The dense hair patch stretching out from the base of Mikhel's cock was the last thing Rose saw before hastily snapping her eyes back to Matt's curious expression.

The combination of Matt's finger and Mikhel retreating his cock brought on such ecstasy that Rose emitted a pleasurable gasp.

Her eyelids dropped halfway closed as Matt's finger flicked at the hardening nub. The sensation was exactly what she needed to compliment and offset the sen. Matt's half smile reappeared when a moan escaped from her throat. Not wanting Matt to stop, Rose pleaded with him using her eyes.
 

"I was right," Matt said.

She groaned when Matt's finger disappeared along with the electric sensation.

Why?! Don't stop!

"That's all you're getting for today," Matt said as he unzipped his shorts and let them slide down his legs.

Before she could savor the exit's sweet relief, the tip of Mikhel's shaft pushed into her ass. All she could do was clamp her teeth onto her lower lip while the chain cut into her palms. When Rose opened her eyes, Matt's waist wavered close to her face. Any traces of sympathy or understanding disappeared from Matt's face when she dared to look upwards past the cock in his hands.
 

He directed Rose to open her mouth. Matt reached around and roughly grabbed the back of her head with his free hand. Before Rose could formulate any response, Matt ordered her to stick out her tongue.

Adrenaline compelled her to lick and suck at Matt's balls dangling in front of her mouth. Determined to demonstrate her capabilities, Rose ran her tongue over one before aggressively tugging at the other with her lips.

Matt's breathing hitched, and she glanced upwards without a pause. He wasn't watching her actions. Instead, Matt's focus seemed to be on a camera across the room. Knuckles pressed uncomfortably into her scalp while his musky scent filled her nose.

She decided to tease him and get back at him for denying her needs. In contrast to the night spent with Jason and Matt, her pleasure wasn't the two men's central focus. The hollow, empty sensation Rose let her tongue's point glide underneath the ridge of his cock's tip after Matt guided it into her awaiting mouth. A small rebellious streak drove her to painstakingly draw him into her mouth, and not give into Matt's urging to go faster.

If Matt was going to deny her, then she would dictate her mouth's pace and make him force her to do what he wanted.

Delicately placing her moist tongue between her lower teeth and his shaft's throbbing veins, Rose relished Matt's resulting moan. His cock deposited two small drops of pre-come on her tongue, and the salty taste inspired her end goal.

Matt ripped her regained confidence away with one word.

"Faster."

Focused solely on fulfilling Matt's task, his instructing Mikhel to speed up his thrusts didn't fully register until the increased friction in her rear end forced her to pay attention. She resigned Mikhel was the only assigned source of physical pleasure. Matt's restraint created a sense of inner empowerment and sensuality. He denied her the full course meal and fed her scraps, but she consented to this.

This was a test of wills. Rose had a choice: she could simply endure it until it was over, or reach into her mind's deep darkness and embrace the experience as the deserved punishment Matt alluded to.

Rose gasped at the realization. The grip on her hair tightened, and the side of Matt's hand pushed on her scalp. Matt's hips jerked forward as he urged her to suck faster. Trapped between his hand and hips, Rose couldn't turn away even if she wanted to.

She didn't want to.

Jason's face filled her mind, and Rose squeezed her eyes shut as if to ward off her husband miles away. This is what he wanted. This is what he consented to, and instructed Matt to do to her.
 

Matt's announcement cut through her dizzy haze. He wanted to feel the back of her throat, that she was to gag on his cock.

"That's it, baby." The words rolled off Matt's moan as his cock's tip hit that spot where the inside of her cheek met her throat's opening.

Mikhel's groans grew louder as his balls slapped harder against the bottom of her ass. He repeated the same foreign phrase in between his grunts, grabbing at Rose's hips to steady his relentless pumping. The words sounded like a condemnation or curse directed at her.

"Good girl."

Every line tracing Matt's open palm was committed to memory. How many centimeters of light passed between the knuckles. How the lighter skin melted into the darker, and two clusters of lines surrounded each joint. How she couldn't see anything but a wall of skin before everything went black and exploding bursts rushed at her in the darkness.

***

All she wanted to do after the shower was to crawl into bed.

Rose's body felt like a hollow fragile shell. She served Matt's purpose. He shot his seed down her throat, and breathlessly told her to go back to her room for the night.

Violated. Used up.

I'm broken now. I'm so sorry, Jason.

The light from the far corner's camera glowed bright red. Rose resolved not to give Jason or Matt any satisfaction from watching her release the built-up tension through self-pleasure.
 

A hair dryer lay on the coverlet. Malani got into her room at some point during the day. Rose snatched the hair dryer from the bed and put it on top of the dresser.

The one inch gap between top drawer and the dresser commanded her attention. Rose pulled on the dresser drawer's handle, careful not to make it loudly squeak and echo through the house.

All the clothes she unpacked and carefully folded were gone.

Checking the closet revealed the same. Empty hangers swayed and tinkled against each other.

Rose gathered the bedding around herself in an attempt to stop the unbearable shaking. She cursed her psyche for its unfulfilled longing for Matt even after replaying everything he subjected her to.

Sleep wouldn't come easy that night.

***

THURSDAY

Awakened by a large swath of blistering light streaming in from the west-facing windows, it took Rose a few minutes to figure out she slept through the entire morning. Still physically and emotionally sore from last night's "lesson," Rose hastily wrapped the top sheet around her before carefully peeking out the doorway to the empty living area. Someone thoughtfully left her a plate of sliced fruits, cheese, and deli meats on the dining table, and satisfying her rumbling stomach became her goal.

Grabbing her sunglasses to conceal her red-rimmed eyes before entering the great room, she noted Matt's bedroom door remained closed. Rose didn't see any sign of him after she finished the plate. She was on her own.

Everything around her seemed superimposed on itself. The unfulfilling portion took the edge off her hunger, but did nothing to subside the muted headache spreading like a small web from the injury site when she fell those months ago.

Rose unsuccessfully tried to count the days passed without drinking coffee.

A cold sweat dampened her hands, and the fork she placed on the table skittered out of reach across the smooth surface. Something wasn't quite right. The fork was in her hand, then it suddenly wasn't. Dread took over, and Rose didn't feel comfortable in her own skin.