After he released her, she stumbled in her attempt to walk forward but straightened when he grabbed her to steady her.
“I’m fine,” she snapped, not wanting him to touch her. Bad things happened when he touched her.
He let her go, and she stomped to the cabin door. Vince opened on the second ring of the doorbell. The others were in the great room, the men lounging on the sofa, their feet propped on human footstools. Lisa, Claire and Ryan were still in their birthday suits. Kimani wondered how long they had been made to kneel on all fours.
“About time,” Jake drawled. He had been the one that all the women wanted at the auction, but Kimani could only see him now as ugly. “Did you forget Slut #2 is supposed to make dinner?”
“Where were you?” Jason asked Ben.
A golf tournament was playing on the television screen, which came down from an in-ceiling motorized lift mount.
“Shopping,” Ben replied.
Claire perked up.
Jake rolled his eyes. “Pussy stuff.”
“Can your slut make dinner fast?” Jason asked. “I’m starving.”
“I’ve got to use the bathroom first,” Kimani answered, but before she moved, she turned to Ben. “May I, Master?”
“You may,” he said, his tone no longer stern.
Taking the bag that held her purchases, she hurried to the bathroom. Her body was still tense down there, so the pee didn’t come out right away. Relieving herself had never felt so unsatisfying. She cursed Ben as she sat on the toilet. She did not enjoy having to ask his permission to use the bathroom but didn’t want to risk his teaching her another “lesson.” As if a man in his position didn’t already get anything he wanted, however he wanted, he had to lord over her body functions, too?
I’m just role-playing, she reminded herself. This is for The Tribune, your career.
The longer she hung around, the more she could witness. She needed to deepen the rapport between her and the other women if she hoped to include their stories.
Feeling a little better, she washed up before heading to the kitchen, glad to be making dinner instead of posing as furniture. She noticed Ben wasn’t around as she searched for something fast and easy. Finding pasta, she pulled out a pot to boil water. Opening the fridge, she looked for ingredients to make a salad. Chopping the vegetables also made her feel better and allowed the last of the agitation in her body to simmer down.
Ben wasn’t gone long, but he let her have her space, choosing instead to work on his iPad at the dining table. Jake, after helping himself to a shot of a whiskey, sauntered over to Ben.
“Your slut must’ve done something nice to earn clothes,” Jake said. “She suck you off good?”
“What’s it to you?” Ben asked without looking up from his tablet.
“Well, I have certain rules and expectations I like to enforce here at the cabin, and it helps when we’re all on the same page.”
“Like what?”
“You take your slut shopping, all the other sluts are going to want to go shopping, too. And I don’t do that kind of shit.”
“So don’t.”
Jake pressed his lips together. “I just don’t want them getting the wrong idea.”
“I don’t see your sub pushing for anything against your wishes.”
“Yeah, I put my foot down in no uncertain terms on day one. You’ve only got one chance at making a first impression.” When Ben didn’t respond, Jake continued. “It’s not just
in play, you know. Women in general, whether they’re into BDSM or not, don’t want to be treated too well. The more you treat them like shit, the more they want you. Just like they want a guy who sleeps around. It’s why nice guys always finish last.”
Ben looked at Jake. “Are you giving me this advice because you’re worried I’m nice?”
He’s not that nice, Kimani wanted to inform Jake as she dumped sliced red onions into the salad bowl.
Jake looked over in her direction. “Anytime you think your slut needs to learn who’s boss, just send her my way.”