10
BELLAMY
Weeks passed, but ever since the lake… things had been different. Emmett still loved to master me, but it was like… I didn’t even know how to explain it really. It was sweeter between us. The sex wasn’t any gentler. God, if anything, ever since he’d taken my ass, he loved pushing me further and harder. But it was different, thrilling every time he took me to the edge and then cared for me afterward—both during the Trials and when it was just the two of us in the room.
I wasn’t sure what to make of any of it.
But we were succeeding at the Trials, and the time was passing.
And for the first time in a long time, I was… happy. Which was absolutely insane, considering some of the things they were asking of us. The other day, I’d spent hours while men lined up and did Jell-O shots off my body. No one besides Emmett was allowed to fuck me, but I could feel his tension as other men licked and fondled me as they took their shots.
When we’d gotten back up to the room, he’d marched me straight to the shower. There, he thoroughly scrubbed me down with a loofah and then spent the next three hours fucking me with a cock-ring on so he’d stay hard the whole time. As if to fuck the memory of anyone else’s hands on me except his out of my mind.
It had definitely worked. Too well, I sometimes thought. Because thoughts of Emmett consumed me all the time.
I should have gotten tired of the man, being shut up with him twenty-four seven. But he thought up inventive ways of exerting his mastery when he sensed me getting restless. Sometimes, it was having me crouched at his feet while I read a book, and he’d sift his fingers through my hair. It should have felt demeaning, like he was petting a dog. But it didn’t. Because I started craving his touch, and he was attuned to me.
There were days he’d order me to pleasure myself while he worked—on and off for hours. He was relentless, and I never knew what kind of mood he’d be in. But every day, usually more than once, he’d take a break and come play with me, though he called it training me.
The man was absolutely fascinated with my ass. Spanking it. Sticking plugs up it. Anal beads were also a particular favorite of his. And last but not least, fucking me there. He only did it once or twice a week though, like he saved it as a special treat for himself. In the meantime, he fucked me everywhere else.
He loved taking calls while he had me on my knees under his desk, fucking my face vigorously while keeping his voice monotone and businesslike. He was always fierce with his lovemaking after these calls, and I got it. Yes, he wanted to impress the Elders, but this place was designed for a kinky fuck like him.
He might not like the uncertainty of the Trials, but he loved fucking me and dominating me in front of other men. His latest favorite trick was orgasm denial on Trial days. He’d spend hours working me up, bringing me to the brink but not letting me go over. Because he wanted the most spectacular show for the Elders. It was cruel. It drove me insane. And I dripped for his touch and with need for him unlike I’d even known I could need.
And the things he was training my body to crave… Jesus. Tonight was a Trial night, and all throughout the extended lunch today, he’d teased and teased and then pulled back every time my orgasm began to crest. And then when he’d gone back to work, he’d left me with a vibrator up my pussy, which he’d turn on at varying pulsing speeds all afternoon. So just when I was starting to calm down, he’d turn the damn thing on and have me at the edge again. Endless fucking torture.
At least he’d let me shower alone. I was tempted to rub one out while I was in there, but I knew better. Knowing Emmett, it was probably a test. I couldn’t lie for shit to the man anymore, and he’d inevitably ask.
I knew being a good girl meant I’d get to come over and over tonight in front of the Elders, but disobeying meant a punishment that would last far beyond the Trial day. The last time I’d disobeyed, he’d cut me off for days. Not just no sex but giving me the silent treatment and not speaking to me either.
And it was shocking how much my newly sex-starved body rebelled after the near-constant orgasms. I’d been needy and all but begged him to give me my punishment, promising that I’d be a good girl from then on. It was just a part I was playing, I told myself. Just while we were here and I was so bored.