The Sacrifice (22 page)

As soon as he ducks out, Aiden raises me gently and kisses me on
the lips. “You have such a talented mouth, darling, and you’re doing so well.
If you can just make it through dessert, I’ll take you home and fuck you.”

His words send my heart skittering against my ribs. Goddess, I’m
so hot right now. So incredibly unfulfilled. And I want him—I want that long,
thick cock I was just sucking deep in my pussy. But I’m wary of what I have to
do to get it.

“What…” I clear my throat. “What do I have to do to make it
through dessert?”

“Stand up and I’ll show you,” Aiden says.

I bite my lip. Standing up means exposing myself even further.
Then again, the server had pretty much seen it all at this point. Slowly, I do
as I’m told.

“Very good,” Aiden murmurs and I see him take something long and
thick out of his pocket. “Now bend over and place your hands on the tabletop,
darling.” He gestures at the table, which has been completely cleared of dishes
and silverware. It’s a vast expanse of white cloth with the single candle,
which has long since gone out, resting in the middle.

I shouldn’t do this,
I tell myself.
I shouldn’t
want
to do this.
But I
can’t help it, somehow I do. Some twisted part deep inside of me wants to
please my master more than it wants to keep my dignity. And right now, that
part is in control.

Slowly, I lean over the table and rest my hands and forearms on
the creamy white linen. My bare breasts hang down like ripe fruit, my nipples
dark pink against the light tablecloth.

Aiden murmurs his approval. “Now,” he says, “Spread your legs so I
can get to your pussy.”

I look over my shoulder as apprehension stabs through me. “What
are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to fuck you—with this.” He holds up the long, thick
thing he pulled out of his pocket earlier. It’s a vibrator—a dark purple one.
With a twist of his wrist, Aiden turns it on and a low but powerful humming
sound fills the air.

Somehow the sound seems to break the spell I’ve been under for the
past two hours. “What?” I exclaim. “You’re really going to… fuck me with that
thing when the server comes back?”

“We’ll start now to get you warmed up,” he says, as though it’s a
foregone conclusion that I’ll stand there bent over with my legs splayed wide
open and let him fuck me with the thick purple vibrator in public.

“
Aiden
,” I start to protest but just then he strokes the
buzzing, humming head of the vibrator over my sensitive clit. I jump and moan
at the instant shock of pleasure that courses through my entire body. I hear
Aiden murmur something about how responsive I am and then he’s sliding the
thick, vibrating cock deep inside my pussy.

And just then I hear the server coming back again. But this time
he’s not alone.

As
two
sets of footsteps and
two
voices approach our
booth, something snaps inside me. It’s one thing to have the server we’ve had
attending us all night see me like this but to have another, a complete
stranger…or maybe he’s even brought the manager, maybe there have been
complaints…

I can’t! Oh my God, I just
can’t!
I bolt up from my prone position,
pushing the buzzing purple vibrator out of me. I pull my top closed and push
down my skirt. Then I grab the black wrap from the seat beside me, pull it
around me, trying to cover as much as I can, and sit back down, making sure to
keep at the far end of the seat from Aiden.

All the motions seem lightning fast to me but I know for a fact
he’s much, much faster. He could have stopped me—could have forced me to do as
he said. Instead he sits there, his face like stone, not looking at me as the
servers come into our alcove.

Our original server looks at me, then at Aiden, a question in his
eyes. Disappointment flits over his face but he’s obviously wise enough not to
say anything. The second sever looks at his friend with curiosity and then
shakes his head. Without saying a thing, they quickly prepare the dessert and
flambé it tableside.

They serve it to us quickly, in two china bowls heaped with vanilla
bean ice cream, and then leave, murmuring hopes that we’ll enjoy.

Of course, we do nothing of the kind. We sit there in silence for
what seems like an eternity as the ice cream melts and the caramelized bananas
grow cold. Finally Aiden speaks.

“Emma,” he says softly. “I’m disappointed in you.”

I start to talk, wanting to defend myself, but he only shakes his
head.

“Come on, we’re going home.”

Chapter Sixteen

“Come on Emma,” Lexy whines, breaking my train of thought. “It’s
been almost a month. It’s not just that I want to see his house—I
miss
you.”

I blink my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality. My
recollection of the night before is so vivid I can almost see the
disappointment in my master’s wintry gray eyes. When we got home, I expected a
very severe punishment—maybe a whipping so hard I wouldn’t be able to sit down
for a month.

What I got instead was…nothing.

Aiden simply left me in the room without saying goodnight or
tucking me in. He didn’t whip me or spank me or bathe me or kiss me. In fact,
he completely ignored our whole nighttime routine.

That morning at breakfast, he barely spoke to me. I felt miserable
and depressed and angry, but what could I say? I wasn’t going to apologize for
not letting him fuck me to orgasm in front of two strangers. He had no right to
do that to me, I told myself. No matter what the rules of the Sacrifice said.
And yet…the look of disappointment on his face was somehow worse than any of
the punishments he’s given me.

He
did
take time to fit the harness on me, however. And
perversely, the phallus he inserted into my pussy was the thick purple vibrator
from the night before. I know it’s a reminder of how I disobeyed him but he
didn’t talk about it. He didn’t say much of anything, simply gave me his usual
instructions about not removing it. Then he left and for the first time since I
came to live at his house and belong to him, I cried.

“Emma?” Lexy asks again and I know I have to stop thinking about him
or I’m going to cry again. Goddess, I’m so emotional lately. I would swear my
period was coming on but I haven’t had The Dream. So I guess I’m just upset
about the situation with Aiden.

“I’m sorry,” I say, sniffing. “I just…things haven’t been great with
Aiden lately.”

Her response is immediate and indignant. “Did he hit you? What did
he do to you? I don’t care if he’s the Sovereign or not, I’ll come get you
right now if you want.”

“No, nothing like that,” I protest. Of course, Aiden
does
punish
me on a regular basis but I’m not about to tell her that. She’d misunderstand
for sure. I take a deep breath. “It’s not anything he did to me. It’s more
like…something I wouldn’t do for
him
. And it made him mad. Well, maybe
upset is a better word. Uh…disappointed.”

“Sweet Goddess,” she exclaims. “What the hell did he want you to
do?”

“I, uh, really don’t want to talk about it.” I clutch the old
fashioned princess phone to my ear. “Look, I should go.”

“Oh, no you don’t! I can tell when you’re upset and I’m not
getting off the phone until you tell me why.”

“Lexy…”

“Better yet,” she continues, sounding both excited and determined.
“I’m coming over. I know where he lives and he’s not going to stop me from
seeing you one minute more.”

Actually, Aiden isn’t the one stopping her. I’ve been holding off
on letting her come over because of the damn harness I always have to wear but
I’m not about to say that. “Lexy, really this isn’t a good idea,” I hedge.

“What isn’t a good idea is leaving you to stew in your misery one
minute more,” she says. “Besides, I need to see you—I’ve got something to tell
you I can’t say to you over that ridiculous antique phone. Something about
him.
”
I’ve told her all about the old princess phone and how it may or may not be
monitored at Aiden’s discretion.

“Lexy—” I start again but she’s having none of it. “No more
excuses, Emma—I’m coming over
now.”

“Well if you have to come over at least bring me some clothes and
my cell phone,” I say, stalling for time. “You know where I keep everything.”
My apartment is a second story corner loft in the cheap part of Ybor City and
Lexy has the only spare key.

She sighs. “All right, I’ll swing by your place. But then I’m on
my way over. So you’d better tell the blind butler guy to make an extra grilled
cheese for lunch. Company’s coming.”

“Lexy!” I exclaim. But she’s already blowing me kisses and hanging
up. Oh God, she’s on the way.

I put down the phone with a clunk and look down at myself. I am
sitting at Aiden’s huge mahogany desk naked, wearing nothing but the black
leather collar and the leather harness which straps around my thighs and holds
the vibrator inside me. What am I going to do? And
what
am I going to
wear?

I hop up from the desk, moving awkwardly as the vibrator shifts
inside me, and hurry to the bedroom. Lexy drives like a bat out of hell—even a
side trip to the other side of town won’t slow her down much. She’ll be here
before I know it and I
don’t
want to meet her naked at the door wearing
nothing but my oh-so charming but rather unconventional collar and dildo
ensemble.

There
are
clothes that fit me in Aiden’s
wardrobe—unfortunately, most of them are fairly obscene. Oh they’re
classy—don’t get me wrong. There are no naughty nurse or she-devil outfits.
Everything is top of the line, name brand, designer and very,
very
expensive.
(I know because I’ve found a few articles with the price tags still on them.)
But everything is either too high cut or too low cut or transparent. And it’s
all very form fitting—Aiden likes clothing that shows off my hourglass shape.

Finally I find a pair of black leggings and a dark blouse that’s
only semi-transparent and decide they will have to do. I wish I had some
underwear to wear under them—a bra would be especially nice. But aside from a
few wispy, lacy pairs of crotch-less panties and one lovely delicate demi-bra
which holds my breasts up without covering my nipples, I have nothing.

With a sigh, I pull on the clothes and feel immediately confined.
It’s strange how quickly I’ve gotten used to going nude. Now it actually feels
weird
to wear clothes.
Well get over it,
I advise myself.
Lexy is going to
be here any minute!

I look at myself in the oval mirror…and wince. The top looks okay,
although you can clearly see my nipples poking out under the thin fabric if you
look. But the leggings…well, let’s just say it’s very clear I’m wearing
something under them. Something bulky and eye-catching that Lexy is sure to ask
about the minute I open the door. I can almost hear her now,
“Oh my Goddess,
Emma, what the hell is that thing between your legs?”

I stand there for a long moment, scrutinizing my reflection in an
agony of indecision. On one hand, Aiden is already mad at me. Or
disappointed
with me to be more exact. I really shouldn’t risk pissing him off any
further. On the other hand, I
can’t
let Lexy see me like this. I just
can’t.
I’ve been perfectly good this entire month never ever taking the harness
off or removing the phallus he puts in me each day. I deserve a break, don’t I?
Just for an hour or two while Lexy and I catch up and have lunch. Then I’ll put
it back on and Aiden will never have to know.

Having rationalized my way out of the harness mentally, I now have
to get out of it physically, which proves to be easier said than done. I pull
my leggings down to my knees and go to work on the leather straps and their
tiny silver buckles, which Aiden fastens and unfastens on a daily basis with
such ease.

They’re a lot harder to work than I expected. I try to push the
harness down like a pair of leather underwear, but it won’t go. The straps are
snug, fitting my thighs perfectly with no room to spare one way or the other.
Cursing under my breath, I go back to the buckles.

Finally, after a lot of time and effort, I get one side unbuckled.
The vibrator is still snug inside me and I wiggle around, trying to get it out
while I work on the other side. It’s just about to come lose when the doorbell
rings.

As the deep,
bong, bong, bong,
which sounds like a church
bell, rings through the house, I begin to panic.
Lexy’s already here—hurry!
Hurry!
Frantically, I claw at the harness but my frenzied efforts only
activate the vibrator, which begins humming inside me, sending sparks of
sensation through my helpless pussy. Oh Goddess, I have got to get this thing
off me,
out
of me!

The doorbell sounds again and then I hear a gentle rapping at the
bedroom door. “Ms. Krist?” Barnes says in his aristocratic British accent.
“There is someone at the door. Are you expecting company?”

“Yes!” I manage to gasp. I’m clawing at the vibrator now and
somehow I turn it up to what has to be its maximum setting. To my
mortification, the low-pitched hum instantly becomes a loud buzzing. “Yes,” I
repeat, trying to pull the damn thing out of me and shut it off at the same
time. “I…my friend…my cousin…”