Repeat Offender (Hideaway) (3 page)

Sam
stood up and was ushered to where he wanted her.

“Remove
your gown.”

Her
heart skipped a beat, and she could feel the
No, Sir
on the tip of her
tongue.

He
looked at her steadily. “Do you need help?”

She
shook her head.

“Do
you want to safeword?”

Did
she? Not really, when she’d come so far. Slowly, she did as he asked. She
checked her emotions; she wasn’t going to cry this time, thank goodness.

“Brave
girl,” said Master Dan. He turned to Master Sean. “Bring in the interrogation
chair.”

Master
Sean banged on the door, and it was unlocked from the outside. He went out, and
returned a few moments later wheeling a metal chair. It was a normal chair,
except for the two black latex dildos rising from the middle of the thick seat.
One was short and slender, while the other was longer and thicker. Both were
covered with condoms, but the longer one had a hole in the tip.

Speechless,
Sam looked at Master Dan. He took the chair from Master Sean, and placed it
behind her, so that the metal touched the back of her legs. He retrieved the
pump dispenser of lubricant, and slathered the obscene protrusions.

He
stood up, and wiped his hands. “Have a seat, Sam.”

The
doms stepped in, supporting her so that Master Dan could guide the slippery probes
into her vagina and rectum. Master Sean and Master Aaron stood beside her, each
with a hand on her shoulder, keeping her down.

Master
Dan smiled. “Are you sitting comfortably?”

“Very
funny, Sir,” she managed.

“The
probes inside you are recording essential medical information and providing
important biofeedback to the agents who are monitoring this interrogation,”
said Master Dan. “If you lie, if you become aroused, if you become frightened,
or angry, or upset, they will know. Say ‘yes, Sir, if you understand.”

“Yes,
Sir.” She squirmed, her inner muscles clenching the probes.

He
stood in front of Sam, glanced over to the window, nodded, and looked back to
her. “Tell me, Samantha, when was the last time you pleasured yourself?”

She
was acutely aware of the doms standing around her, waiting to hear her answer.
“Last night, Sir.”

“And
how did you do it?”

“Sir?”

“I
mean, with your hands or a toy, or what?”

She
took a breath and focused on the wall behind him. “With my hands at first, and
then I put in a butt blug and used a vibrator.”

“Look
at me when you speak to me, Sam.”

She
looked up and met his eyes. He didn’t look annoyed.

He
nodded. “Was the vibrator large or small, or somewhere in between?”

“It
was large, Sir. I had difficulty getting it in. The butt plug made it tighter
than usual.”

“Did
you need to lube it before the insertion?”

“Lube
would have helped, but I was so turned on, I didn’t bother. I didn’t want to
have to stop to wipe it off my hands.”

He
smiled. “You don’t like to be sticky. I remember that.”

“No,
Sir.”

“And
once that big vibrator was fully inserted, what was going through your mind as
you turned it on and pressed it deeper?”

Steeling
herself against her shyness, she smiled and met his eyes for just a second.
“You, Sir.”

His
eyes lit up, though the rest of his body language remained intimidating. “And
what exactly was it about me that you were thinking about?”

She
blushed.

He
took her hand and squeezed it gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Sam.
I’m flattered that you thought of me.”

She
swallowed. “I thought about what you might do to me tonight, and what I might
do to you. This... and the other things we talked about on the phone.”

He
nodded, and she was glad he didn’t insist she go into detail.

“Sam,
the last time we met, you claimed that you were interviewing a source at the
Marco Hotel at the time a major cocaine drop was taking place, and packets were
being passed out to various persons who were acting as drug mules.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Arresting
officers have informed me that you admitted that you gave a false statement
last time, and you were actually acting as an accomplice. They said you
distracted a law enforcement official from carrying out their duty by
pretending to interview them while the drop was going down, thus preventing
them from stopping it.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

He
took a small remote control from his pocket, and pressed a button. The probes
slid a little deeper into her body, and began a low vibration. She squirmed,
trying to take them deeper. They withdrew, and she moaned softly in frustration

“Why
did you lie before, Sam?”

“I
don’t know, Sir.”

He
gave her a hard look. “And why are you lying
now?
”

She
swallowed. “To see you again, Sir.”

His
eyes seared into hers, genuinely inquisitive. “To see me?”

She
steeled herself, and told the truth. “I missed you, Sir.”

He
looked incredibly pleased, but his tone remained hard. “Where were you at seven
forty-five, on the evening of June seventeenth last year?”

“Having
dinner with friends.”

“And,
in fact, nowhere near the Marco Hotel.”

“No,
Sir.”

Master
Dan pressed another button, and the probe in her vagina began to slide out,
only to push right back in. She clenched around it, rocking her hips into it as
the vibrations grew stronger, the doms’ hands on her shoulders keeping her from
bowing forward.

“Tell
me who, Sam. Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”

“I
was with someone. Actually...  two people,” she said, wondering what he would
make of this.

“Who?”
He thumbed the remote.

The
vibrations intensified, and she clamped hard on the probes. “Oh, God.”

He
stopped the vibrations completely. “Who, Sam?”

“Two
men,” she gasped. “A journalist, and a photographer. We were all lonely, and
decided to get a hotel room and comfort each other. I was having sex with them
when the drop was made.”

He
cocked his head, and turned the vibration back on. “Both of them at the same
time?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

He
paused, and crouched in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Have you wished
for this? To submit to two strong men at once while they held you between them?
Tell me, and this ends now. I’ll let you come.”

He
was asking for real, and so she had to answer for real, now. The probes thrust
in and out, and her face contorted as she rocked against them. Master Dan
remained impassive. “I-I wished for it, but not with them. With someone like the
doms I read about in books when I was alone on assignment. Before I met you and
Master Jake.”

“Oh,
Master Jake’s involved in this too, is he?” rumbled Master Jake, sounding amused
but pleased.

Master
Dan shot him a look. He pressed his hand to her forehead. “Tell me, Sam, how
are you feeling now? You look a little flushed, maybe a little feverish. I
think I need to check your temperature.”

She
couldn’t stifle a grin at that. “I do feel hot, Sir.” She paused. “You said
you’d let me come.”

He
gave her half a smile. “Well, you didn’t exactly tell me the whole truth,
either, did you, sweetheart?”

“Sir?”

“There
are other things you need, aren’t there?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“We
both know what they are, don’t we?”

“Yes,
Sir. We talked about it on the phone.”

“Why
did you lie to me?”

“I
wanted you to interrogate me again, Sir.”

He
smiled. “Honesty at last. You’ve earned your reward.” He looked at Master Sean
and Master Aaron. “I’m going to let Sam come. Make sure she stays on the
chair.”

The
probes inside her began to inflate, pushing against her inner walls, stretching
and filling her with a sweet friction as they slipped in, and almost out, of
her body. The doms didn’t force her back against the chair, but supported her,
moving with her as she rocked her hips and began trying to bounce up and down
on the maddening invaders, rhythmically at first, and then more frantically as
the sensations built. She knew how ridiculous she must look, but was well
beyond caring.

Master
Dan pushed his hand in between her legs, his fingers expertly stroking and
rubbing at her clit. He leaned forward, took her right nipple in his mouth, and
gave it a noisy suck. She froze for a second, then rode the probes hard and
fast, her mouth open in a silent scream. Warm liquid pulsed into her vagina, as
though the thing had ejaculated inside her. She knew there was a puddle on the
chair; whether it was from what they’d spurted into her, or what she herself
had released, she couldn’t tell.

All
she knew was that the doms kept her in place until Master Dan straightened up
and she fell into his strong arms.

He
hugged her tightly. “Sam, that was amazing. I love to watch you come. I love to
watch you straining towards your release, then easing back, enjoying every
second. And I love to be the one who has the privilege of making you fly apart
until you forget we’re here, and you cry out and surrender to the pleasure of
your body.”

 
She rested her chin on his shoulder and kept her eyes tightly closed. He rubbed
long, slow strokes up and down her back until her ragged breathing and her pounding
heart began to calm.

“All
right, shh. That’s enough questioning for now. I’m going to take you to another
room, where we can be a little more intimate.” He pulled away, but kept his
hands on her upper arms, steadying her. “Master Jake, take the cart to room
332. Master Aaron, before he goes, bring me the blanket on the bottom shelf. Sam,
I’m going to take the probes out now. Just sit still until they’ve completely
left you.”

There
was a quiet whirring sound from under the seat, and the probes slowly deflated,
then slid down and out of her. She sighed, missing them in a weird way. Master
Dan took the blanket from Master Aaron. He moved to her side and draped it
around her so that she was swaddled in it, then put one arm behind her back,
and the other behind her knees. He lifted her smoothly, and she remembered that
she loved that he was strong enough to make her feel light, when she most
definitely wasn’t.

“Here
you go.” Master Sean tucked Sam’s clothes under Master Dan’s arm.

Master
Dan carried her to the door, and suddenly they were out of the dull, blue-grey
observation room, and into what could have passed for the corridor of a top
hotel. They came to an elevator, and he pressed the button. He looked down at
her, and smiled, his eyes showing a glimmer of concern. “How are you feeling,
sweetheart?” he said, as he stepped into the elevator.

“A
little shocked, a little sore, a little tired,” she said, and dropped her eyes.
“Happy to be alone with you.”

She
felt him grin. “Is that so?”

She
nodded against his shoulder. The door opened, and he carried her out into
another corridor. They passed tasteful vases of flowers and paintings, until
they came to a luxury suite where the door was already open. Master Dan carried
her in, and kicked the door shut behind them.

“This
is nicer than the other room,” she said, looking around the spacious and
opulent sitting area that led into the bedroom.

Master
Dan laughed. “That it is. Maybe we’ll sit out here in a little bit, but there’s
something I need to do first.”

He
grabbed two bottles of water from the minibar and carried her into the bedroom.
The massive bed was stripped of its covers, save for a smooth cotton sheet
covering the mattress. He sat down on the edge, holding her on his lap. He unscrewed
the water bottle, and held it to her lips. She drank gratefully, and knew
better than to attempt to take charge of the bottle herself. When she was
finished, he took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. His eyes were
full of concern.

“You’re
shaking.”

“I
know. I thought I was okay, but...” She trailed off as his hand encircled her
wrist, and he took her pulse.

“You
were restrained and penetrated. I know we’d talked about this on the phone, and
it was a fantasy of yours, but even so, you can’t really know how you’ll react
to something until you experience it, especially something we’re hardwired to
think of as a violation.”

She
put herself back in that seat, fighting against the doms while he pushed into
her. “It was okay. I trusted you. I knew it was all in play, and that if I
safeworded it would stop.”

He
nodded. “It would. What you’ve just been through was seriously intense and took
real guts, sweetheart. There were several points where I wouldn’t have been at
all surprised if you safeworded. Looking back, do you think you should have?”

She
considered. “Maybe. But I wanted to do it.”

“You
wanted to prove to
yourself
that you could do it?”

“Maybe
so. But I wanted it, and I wanted to please you, Sir. And it was a little
easier when you let everyone watch you come. It showed me that you wouldn’t ask
me to do something you weren’t willing to do yourself.”

He
smiled. “Clever girl. I’m glad you got that.” He hugged her closer. “Sam, I’m
having a great time with you, and I’ll give you whatever you need, but I don’t
want you to push yourself beyond your limits for my sake. Especially with your
history. We can slow down.”

“Thank
you, Sir, but the PTSD wasn’t a problem, and I wouldn’t push myself for
anyone’s sake but my own.”

“I
can believe that. You’re stubborn as hell, Samantha Reilly.”

“You’re
not the first person to tell me that, Sir.”

“I
bet not.”

“It
goes with the job,” she said. “Investigative journalism takes no prisoners.”
She smiled, hoping to get away with it, “Unlike doms.”

He
laughed.

Relieved
to have gotten away with poking fun at him, she added, “I’m just trying to be
braver these days.”

“Well,
you’ve certainly accomplished
that
,” he said. “So tell me, Lady
Stubborn, what was the hardest thing you had to do downstairs?”

She
thought. “Submitting in front of the men I didn’t know.”

He
nodded. “I asked Master Aaron and Master Sean to help me keep you safe in case
anything we did proved to be a trigger for your PTSD. If you’d been truly
distressed in any way, they would have stopped the scene so fast it would’ve
made your head spin. Hell,
I
would’ve stopped it before they did. I know
it might not have felt like it, sweetheart, but your safety comes before
everything else.”

She
nodded. She knew it, but it was still reassuring to hear him say it.

“I
know the way the scene was set up was incredibly intimidating for you,” he said.
I also realize that, like most people, you have some issues with your body.” He
smiled. “
I
don’t have any issues with your body, but I do understand that
those insecurities were confronted in a big, scary way.”

“A
lot
of big, scary ways,” she corrected.

“A
lot of big, scary ways,” he allowed.

She
saw herself back there, standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but
a diaper, and stopped. “Was there really anyone behind that one-way window?”

He
grinned. “Did you want there to be?”

“No!”
She laughed, relenting. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just the thought was enough.”

“It
usually is.” He wrapped one strong arm around her back, brought his other arm
up under her knees, and stood. He carried her to the end of the bed, and gently
laid her on her back. The blanket was still draped over her, though the room
was warm, like everywhere at The Hideaway. He sat beside her, and leaned over
to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Sam,” he said.

“Yes,
Sir.”

“I’m
going to examine you now, to make sure you’re all right, and that it’s safe to
continue. There’s something I intend to do for you tonight, but considering
what you’ve already been through, I need to be sure you’re not too sore for it
to be pleasurable.”

“Thank
you, Sir.” She wasn’t sure what she was thanking him for, or whether she should
really be thanking him at all, depending on what he had in mind.

He
stood up and disappeared off into a small room for a couple of minutes. He
returned with a small standard medical lamp, and a black bag that clanked when
he set it down.

“When
we’re done here, I’ll take you into the shower and wash you,” he said. “This
examination is going to make you sticky again, and I know you don’t like that.”

“Thank
you, Sir.” She lay quietly, looking up at the scrollwork at the corners of the
ceiling, as he began taking instruments and tubes from the bag. He grabbed two
pillows and put them behind her so that she could look down to where he was.
She put her blanket to one side, so that she was naked again. He moved away,
and to her surprise, pulled a mirror to the end of the bed.

He
grinned at her look of confusion. “I know you like to watch.” He angled it just
so, and stood a little to the side. “Can you see?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Bring
the soles of your feet together, and let your legs fall open.” He gave her the
full force of his ‘dom’ voice, and she felt herself grow wet, and wetter still
as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He looked up at her. “You are to watch
everything I do. Don’t look away. Keep looking in the mirror.”

She
nodded.

He
put two fingers to her entrance, and his rubber gloves rustled as he pushed
into her with a strong, steady pressure.

To
watch his gloved fingers disappearing inside her while at the same time feeling
the invasion and stretch, almost put her over the edge right then. He stopped
moving, waiting her out. She gasped in pleasure as the palm of his hand came
into contact with her clit and pushed hard against it to screw his fingers in
as far as he could. “Oh, Sir.”

He
smiled, gently massaging and probing deep inside her while he reached between
her legs with his free hand, to palpate her abdomen. “Yes, Sam.”

“That’s
good,” she whispered, tremulously.

“It’s
hard for you to admit it, isn’t it?”

She
flushed. “It’s not exactly something I’m used to talking about, Sir.”

He
nodded. “Our bodies can be stimulated in all kinds of ways. It’s getting our
heads in the game than can be more of a challenge. It’s that element of
psychology that I find fascinating in all my clients, but you especially. You
seem to have reached a point in your life where you know yourself well enough
to know what you enjoy, and you’re brave enough,” he grinned, “
sometimes
,
to ask for it, even if you find it difficult, or embarrassing.”

He
was right. “I think... maybe so, Sir. It’s a work in progress.”

He
nodded. “Aren’t we all? I want you to know that it pleases me very much when
you’re brave enough to tell me how you’re feeling, or when you like something.”
He smiled. “It means it’s more likely to happen again.”

His
fingers stayed inside her for several minutes, examining her slowly and
sensually. She tried not to come, but indulged in making all the noise she
needed to. Eventually, gently, he pulled out. She let out a long breath, and he
glanced up and smiled.

“Everything
feels good down here. You’re nice and healthy, Sam.”

“Thank
you, Sir.”

“You
really do love to be examined, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,
Sir. I love that you’re a doctor, and you know how to take care of me.”

“I’ll
always take very good care of you, Sam. You needn’t ever be afraid with me.” He
pumped lubricant into his hand, and reached into the bag again. “Speculum now.
You’re doing beautifully. Just relax and it’ll slip right in.”

She
moaned,
so
ready for this. He took his time coating the long, steel
speculum with lubricant, and she watched him position it at her entrance,
tugging it down a little to open her up. “Take a deep breath.”

She
did.

“Again.”

She
did.

“And
again.”

She
did, and the instrument was smoothly, surely inserted to full depth without
stopping. It went very deep. She squirmed, and began to bring her legs together.

He
looked up and met her eyes, stilling her with a hand on her right knee. “Any
discomfort?”

“N-no,
just...
deep
.”

“Too
deep?”

“No,”
she whispered, still trying to keep her legs open as the instrument overcame
her body’s resistance, and he shone a penlight into her vagina.

“Good,
because it’s not coming out until I’m ready.” Her muscles spasmed in response,
and he looked up, amused. “You had a small ejaculation when I said that.”

Well,
he was looking up her insides, so she couldn’t deny it. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do
you like it when I say
ejaculate
?” he said, peering into her.

“Yes,
Sir,” she breathed.

“Yes,
you do,” he said, as though confirming she’d done it again.

He
took a wipe and dabbed at her, as though she’d squirted so copiously, he needed
to clean her up. She watched in the mirror, transfixed, as his fingers
disappeared into the middle of the speculum.

“Tell
me your safeword.”

“Ocean.”

He
nodded. “Use it if you need to. Open those legs wide, Sam.” His eyes remained
on her until she obeyed. You’re going to feel some strong pressure now. Don’t
fight it; you’re perfectly safe, okay?”

She
nodded, and tried to relax as he adjusted the instrument and she was forced
open. Her heart was pounding. He uncapped a tube and took out a long white
stick with a swab on the end. He inserted it through the middle of the tunnel
he’d created, probing her. The end of it was soft and cool and wet. It pushed
at the tiny entrance to her cervix.

“No,
Sir, please.”

He
ignored her.

She
tried to clamp down to stop it going in for the final violation, but of course
the speculum held her wide open and helpless as the swab disappeared from view.
The feeling of vulnerability was overwhelming.

Ocean.
Ocean, ocean, ocean.
“Sir,” she whimpered.

“Shh,
easy, now,” he said, stroking her deep inside with the swab. “It’s a test we
have to perform on all female suspects.” After what felt like an eternity but
was probably only a minute, he tugged the probe and it reappeared from her
cervix. He withdrew it, and put it into a container full of liquid. She let out
a breath, and he squeezed her knee. “Very good, Sam. I know that’s not an easy
thing to watch. Next time, though, I expect no resistance
at all
.”

Well,
good luck with
that
.

He
closed the speculum blades, and she watched the entire shining length of it
slide out of her. She couldn’t believe the whole thing had fit inside her.

“Scoot
forward a little, till your bottom’s almost off the bed. Rest your feet on my
knees.”

She
did as she was told, and liked the feel of him under her bare feet. She flexed
her toes, and rolled her arches over his knees. She grinned at him, feeling
like a little kid. He smiled.

“Now
the recto-vaginal,” he said, “Just stay nice and calm for me while I slip my
fingers in. Are you watching?”

She
looked into the mirror, and saw his lube-coated index finger move to her entrance,
and his thick middle finger to her anus. “Yes, Sir.”

“Push
against me.”

She
did, and he gently drove both fingers all the way in. Lube squelched, and she
moaned happily.

“Has
anyone taken you back here?” he said, wiggling the finger in her ass.

“No,
Sir.”

“But
you
wanted
them to, according to the fantasy you told us in
interrogation.”

“Yes,
Sir.” She paused. “I asked my last boyfriend if he would do it, but he refused.
When I asked if he’d restrain me while we made love...” She shook her head.