Scars: Book One (16 page)

I
slumped back in my seat. “What?”

“Stop
going on about her like she’s your girlfriend or something. It’s not like that.
You’re her little bitch. That’s it. She’s not going to fall in love with you
and introduce you to her colleagues or parents. She is just using you for
pleasure!”

I
let out a huff. “I know.”

“Do
you? I thought I made it clear to you how this works. They use us, and we use
them. That’s it. I thought you were tough. That’s why I approached you in the
first place, because I thought you could handle it.”

“I
am tough. I mean, I used to be. Really tough. I would never let anyone push me
around but then–”

Thomas
looked at me, waiting.

“Then,
something happened and I haven’t been the same since,” I muttered. He looked at
me with sympathy and squeezed my knee under the table.

“Do
you want to tell me?”

I
shook my head, and suddenly I was afraid I might cry. I took a deep breath.
“I’ll be fine. Trust me. No one gets the better of me,” I lied.

Nora
had a particular liking for sensory deprivation. Cotton pads would be placed
over my eyes before being covered with a blindfold, blocking out any light and
preventing any kind of vision. Earmuffs were placed over my head so I could
hear nothing while my arms were bound behind my back. A gag in my mouth
completed the effect. I would then kneel naked on the floor of her home office
while she worked for whatever lengths of time she deemed necessary. The effect
of this lack of stimulus made me yearn to be touched, to have contact of any
kind. Without warning sometimes, my nipples would be pinched, making me jump in
fright. Or ice would be applied to parts of my body or pushed into me.

Nora
liked complete control. My hair was cut to her specifications. I was strapped
down and waxed viciously until no hair remained on my body, and she bought me
clothes. Designer slutty was the best way to describe them. The price tag was
exorbitant for the lack of fabric forming the skirts that skimmed the bottom of
my ass, or the tops that plunged deep and cropped high. I wouldn’t wear them
when I wasn’t with her, but she did expect me to arrive at her house wearing
what she wanted.

As
I waited for her car to pick me up, I felt Michael’s eyes on me and pulled the
skirt down in vain.

“Are
you a prostitute now?” he asked as he made a sandwich in the kitchen.

“No,”
I snapped.

“You
look like a hooker.”

“And
you look like a big fat fuck of a social retard. I’d rather be a hooker than
something that looks like you.” The words snapped out of my mouth like I was the
blunt Paige of old.

His
mouth shut as he glared at me, before turning away. I smiled happily as I made
my way out the door to wait for the car to arrive.

Nora’s
housekeeper let me in with a sneer. The woman didn’t like me, but I just gave
her an annoying smile in return. “She’s in her bedroom,” she grunted. In the
two months I’d been doing this with Nora, the woman was yet to look me in the
eye.

I
moved past her and up the staircase. Nora was clad in her robe which I was
grateful for. I hadn’t been forced to explore her body that much, and I
certainly hadn’t gone down on her. She was white and fat, and her breasts were
enormous and sagged. It made me shudder to think that one day my body could
turn into that. It also made me shudder to think of my tongue on her body. I
liked her kissing me, licking and spanking me, even the torturous mixture of
pleasure and pain. But I didn’t want to touch her except for the kissing.

She
smiled when she saw me. “Hello, my little slut.”

“Hello,
Ma’am.”

She
crossed the floor and took the back of my head, kissing me just the way I liked
and I soon relaxed into her grasp. She pulled back, looking amused. “Your
slutty little mouth likes that, doesn’t it?”

I
nodded.

“I’ve
kissed you, don’t you think it’s only fair that you kiss me?” Her hand took
mine and guided it under her robe to sink into the moistness there.

I
blinked, frantically thinking of something to say. But she read me well and
released my hand. “Not yet, then.” She turned away. “I got you a new dress;
we’re going to a party.”

The
dress was a pale color of a diaphanous fabric that was practically see-through.
I felt exposed wearing it, but Nora was pleased as I trailed behind her into
the waiting car.

“The
party we’re going to tonight is held by a very powerful man. He helped me to
finance my business in the beginning so I may need to leave you to talk to him
about business at some stage. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you with Thomas and
Miranda if that happens.” That made me relax. I hadn’t been to a party since
Nora and I had commenced this strange relationship and wasn’t looking forward
to it. Still, she hadn’t pushed me too far yet, and hopefully she wouldn’t
choose tonight to humiliate me. Another beautiful house filled with not so
beautiful people awaited me.

Nora
held my hand firmly, pulling me behind her as if she sensed my reluctance. It
was clear that I belonged to her. The waiters’ needed her nod of approval
before giving me champagne and in a way it angered me, but another part of me
felt protected. It wasn’t long before she deposited me beside Thomas, who was
clad in something that looked like a baby doll nightie. “Seriously, that old
cow knows nothing about fashion. This color doesn’t even suit me. Still, I’m
rock hard, want to feel?”

I
giggled and nearly spat out my champagne, and some of it went up my nose.
“Thomas, don’t make me laugh.”

I
saw Nora shoot us a disapproving glance from where she stood speaking with
Miranda. I immediately straightened my face, and Thomas did the same. The two
women soon joined us, and Nora pulled me into her lap possessively and played
with my breasts through my dress.

Another
woman arrived and looked at me admiringly. “She’s a pretty one.”

“I’m
still breaking her in.” Nora said as she stroked around my nipple that was
forming into a hard peak.

“Lovely
breasts,” the woman boldly reached over and stroked my other breast. I bit my
lip and tried to shift subtly away, but Nora’s arm held me firm.

“They
are, but I thought I should get them done. I can just imagine how slutty she’ll
look with a D cup, or maybe larger.”

I
couldn’t stop my face from twisting into a grimace at the thought but knew
better than to say anything. The other woman laughed. “You’ll have to invite me
over to play, in that case.”

The
woman left us with one last squeeze to my breast while Nora laughed softly at
my discomfort. “Shh, you know I take care of you.” And she kissed me gently to
soothe me.

“Nora,”
A man’s sharp voice interrupted. “He’s waiting for you.” Nora pulled away from
the kiss in annoyance. Thomas had whispered to me earlier that this place
belonged to some mob boss or something. I was expecting sleazy, Soprano looking
men, but had been disappointed thus far that all these men just looked like
ordinary businessmen.

Nora
huffed. “Fine.” She eased me off her lap. Thomas and Miranda had disappeared.
“You’ll be fine.” She gave me one last kiss before signaling to a waiter to
bring me more champagne. The man smirked at me as they both walked away.

I
curled up on the sofa with my champagne and watched the perversity around me. I
finished my champagne and a waiter brought me another immediately and the
welcoming relaxation washed over me.

I
felt someone sit beside me but didn’t bother looking in their direction, hoping
they’d manage to keep their hands to themselves.

“I
didn’t think this was your scene.”

My
head jerked in shock to look at Aaron sitting beside me. My mouth opened, but
it took a moment before any words could come out. “What are you doing here?”

He
shrugged and spread out his arms over the back of the sofa. “This is
my…associate’s house. I probably have more right to be here than you.” Then he
smiled. “Tell me, did you decide you were a dyke before or after I had you?”

“I’m
not,” I said to him tightly.

“Really?
It looked like that old bitch just had her hands all over you.”

I
felt myself flush and looked away from him. He didn’t say anything further, but
I knew that he still sat there. I only felt him move away when Thomas flopped
down beside me with something that looked suspiciously like cum in his hair.

He
let out a low whistle. “Who was that fine specimen beside you? Is he into
boys?”

“Probably,”
I muttered and lifted my glass to my lips. Nora returned then.

“We’re
going,” she snapped. She reached out and yanked my arm, pulling me to my feet.
The champagne sloshed out of the glass and onto my dress, soaking my front and
plastering it to my breasts. Thomas took the glass from my hand before she
pulled me out of there.

As
we waited for the car to be brought around, she pulled out her phone and
started venting to whoever was on the other end. “He’s being completely
unreasonable about this. There’s no leeway with him whatsoever.”

She
kept ranting for the whole car ride home. Whoever that man was she had come to
see was demanding repayment of some kind loan. I tuned her out mostly, thinking
about Aaron. It was appropriate that someone as twisted as him would associate
with these people.

Nora
paced and swore as we entered the house. It was only after she had used the
crop ruthlessly on my bare behind did she calm down. By that stage I was
crying, she hadn’t been that cruel before. But she seemed to come back to herself
afterward and pulled me onto her lap and started to comfort me, forcing gentle
kisses onto my mouth. I stopped crying, but my mind was whirling around as I
lay in her arms. I should get out of there, run into the night and try and
hitch home. I wasn’t cut out for this like Thomas was. But then she started to
stroke me between my legs and I felt instant wetness and once again was her toy
as she brought me to climax. She placed her fingers in my mouth and made me
suck my juices off her. I was both disgusted and turned on at the same time.
This further served to confuse me and made me hesitate about leaving.

Afterward,
she told me she had a surprise for me. My eyes widened as she pulled a white
leather collar from a drawer and approached me where I sat on the bed. I
quickly scrambled to my knees. “I’m not wearing that!”

She
stopped, and her lips thinned. “What did you just say?” she asked quietly.

“I
won’t wear it. I won’t wear a dog collar.”

The
look that crossed her face inspired a jolt of fear in me, but it passed quickly
over her and she smoothed her features into a smile.

“You
should go to sleep; it’s late.”

The
next morning I tried to make excuses to leave, but she wasn’t having any of
that and deep down, part of me wanted to stay with her. She had work to do, so
I sat at her feet naked while she worked and every so often she played with me
when it amused her. I reasoned with myself that it was preferable to staying at
home with creepy Michael for company.

There
was another party that night, at the same place as the night prior. When I
expressed my surprise at going there again after her seeming so angry the night
before, she dug her nails into my cheeks and told me it was none of my
business. This was in the car on the way there and too late for me to leave so
I sat there silently with my cheeks smarting. Even if I could escape the car, I
wasn’t dressed appropriately. All I was wearing was a white lacy bra and
matching G-string. White heels, stockings and garter belt completed the outfit.
Thomas eyed me up and down.

“You
getting married or something?” he asked. He was right; I looked like a bride on
her wedding night.

I
just shrugged, gratefully taking something to drink. My cheeks still hurt, as
did my ass, and I just wanted to go home. I was happy when Nora left me with
Thomas and disappeared. We sat back and drank, watching the debauchery going on
around us. I spied Aaron across the room looking casual but still dressed up in
black pants and jacket. A stark contrast to the jeans and t-shirt he wore at
the farmhouse. He didn’t look in my direction at all; I was sure he didn’t
care.

When
Nora returned she came with the woman she’d been with last night; the one who
had groped me. “Thomas, leave,” she ordered. He looked at her curiously before
vacating his spot next to me and gave me a quick glance before disappearing
into the crowd. The look on Nora’s face automatically had me on alert, and I
sat forward in readiness.

“You
remember my friend Bella, from yesterday?” Bella set herself down beside me and
smirk on her face. Nora stood in front of me so I had to look up at her.
Between the two of them, I felt very small. “I was just telling Bella how
disobedient you were last night. She agrees with me that you’re a very
ungrateful little slut.”

I
stayed quiet, and my heart began to beat faster. Nora was smiling now.

“I
explained that you’d never been down on a woman before, and I thought it was
only right that my dear friend Bella got to experience your virgin mouth
first.”

I
shook my head. “No. I told you I didn’t–“

But
Nora’s hand was in my hair, dragging off the sofa and onto my knees painfully. 
She crouched down beside me as I fought with her hand in my hair. “This is what
happens when you disobey me, you little slut.”

“
No
.
I won’t, please don’t make me,” I managed to say as tears began to prick at my
eyes. Her grip hardened, and she forced my head to look at the audience that
had gathered around us. They were looking on in amusement, and I just wanted to
hide.

“None
of these people are going to help you,” she whispered in my ear. “I strongly
suggest that you do what I say, or I will hurt you Paige. I will hurt you bad.
I will give you to anyone who wants you as a plaything until your pussy is
stretched beyond repair. Is that what you want?”

“No,”
I sobbed.

Her
grip loosened. “That’s my good little slut.” Gentler now, she guided my head to
where Bella sat with her legs spread wide and pussy glistening already, turned
on by my submission. Nora kept a grip on the back of my head as I reluctantly
did what she wanted. I knew I was doing it right when Bella pushed herself up
toward me and when she was about to cum she grabbed my head and pushed me right
into her and kept me there until every spasm and shiver had finished. Only then
was I released. I sat down with a thump on the floor, head lowered as I wiped
at her juice left on my face along with the tears rolling down my cheeks. I
heard laughter and couldn’t raise my head. Then Thomas was there, gently taking
my arm and helping me to my feet. I still kept my head down as he guided me
past the laughing audience.