“Try to take the collar off, and you’ll get the same. Understand.”
“That’s a good girl. Now stand up.”
Shakily, slowly, I got up. He cupped my chin, gently, and turned my gaze up to meet his.
“It’s not so bad,” he said, leaning in. I almost thought he’d kiss me, but he turned my head and whispered in my ear. “You know you like it.”
This couldn’t be happening. Heat was spreading out of my sex and my heart pounded in my chest. Feeling him tear my clothes off was exciting, and standing there naked in the hall with all these people around me made me feel so vulnerably and squirmy I could barely stand it, and yet… it was like being tickled by phantom fingers.
“Can I have something to wear?”
He looked at me, and made a small tut-tut sound. “You didn’t say the magic word.”
He took my arm and dragged me down the hall, past a grand dining room and a library, and into the kitchens. He sat down in a simple chair beside the block style table and yanked me forward. I fell over his lap, my stomach resting across his thighs, and put one hand on my back. The other rose up, and I barely registered what was about to happen before a stinging slap hit my ass and made me yelp and try to jerk out of his grasp. His hand came down again, striking the other side, and I bit my lip to choke back another scream. He hit hard, but lightly, somehow. The next slap came, and then another and another, but the last ended in a caress, his hand sliding over the reddened, sore skin of my ass. The caress was as bad as the blows, and made me suck in a breath through clenched teeth.
“Now, ask me again, like a proper young lady.”
“May I have something to wear, please?”
“Of course. Stand up.”
Shaking, I rose to my feet. My butt hurt, stinging as I moved. This time he just walked, and I quickly dropped into step behind him. What was happening to me? This all felt stupidly natural. I even fell into a natural pace, walking two steps behind with my arms folded over my breast and my shoulders drawn in. Carlyle opened a door off the hallway and gestured inside.
“This will be your room for now.”
It was simple- just a bed and a dresser.
“Cat, or rabbit?”
He looked at me sharply.
“Rabbit,” I said. I knew it was some kind of game. It probably didn’t matter which I picked, either would result in some sort of humiliation.
He pulled open a drawer, and lifted something out of it. It was a big puffy cotton ball, like a rabbit’s tail, and hanging from it was a bulbous rubber plug.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
I looked at him and swallowed, but there was no choice. I got on the bed, on my hands and knees, and waited. I jumped when his thumb brushed my asshole, and he sucked in a breath.
“See how it puckers. So tight. Hold still.”
He smeared lube from a bottle on the butt plug, and pushed it between my cheeks. After a moment of resistance and a whimper, it pushed inside, spreading me open, and my as gripped it, closing around the narrow shaft. I could feel the fuzzy bunny tail against my skin, itchy and tickle.
“There, now you have something to wear.”
“I meant clothes.”
Seizing my arm, he spun me around and pinned me to the bed. He pressed me down with his hand on my stomach and roughly slid it up, until it covered my breast, and squeezed. The pale flesh when white between his fingers as he kneaded and squeezed it, and his fingers closed around my nipple and pinched. I jumped, and felt the plug shift inside me. His hand moved the other way, sliding between my legs. I gasped and pressed my thighs together, but he worked his fingers between them. I felt them wriggle against my pussy lips, his middle finger pressing at my entrance. I whimpered and writhed and grabbed his arm with my hands as my legs lifted up and I tried to curl into a ball. He stared into my face as his fingers slide inside me, and I gasped. My whole body clenched from the shock and I jerked. His finger slid out.