Chapter Five
Teddy
“Tell me again,” I encourage, poking her side and eliciting a small squeal.
“Just let me go,” she sobs, and I roll my eyes, pointing a scalpel in her direction rather than repeat myself. Lola’s makeup runs down her face in black rivets, but she chokes in the sound, her lip quivering.
“You know, that really isn’t very attractive,” I tell her, crinkling my nose as a bubble of snot pops from her nose. “I thought you said you liked this stuff?”
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” she sobs. I dry my hands on the stained towel and look down to see a big red stain on the front of my dress. My mouth widens and I look up to glare at her.
“Look what you did! You ruined my dress!” I poke her and she shrieks again, making me laugh. Leaning down, I pick up her discarded dress, inspecting the lace on the edges.
“This is quite poorly made,” I inform her, “but these, these are great.” I tug on one of the leather garters still around her thigh. Angry red marks puffed up behind it causing her skin to swell against the material. My hand trails down her thigh, enjoying the softness.
“So, are you ready to try this again?” I ask with a raised brow. Lola chokes another sob but nods even as tears run down her face. I smile, grabbing the chain and attaching it to the collar at her neck before releasing the leg and arm restraints.
Stepping back from the table, I hold the leash and wait, watching as she tries to sit up even while shaking like a leaf. When her feet touch the ground, her legs buckle and she drops. I giggle and poke her with my foot as she rises shakily to her knees.
“Good girl,” I coo at her. “Now, lie down.”
Her bottom lip quivers as she looks up at me, but she obediently lies on her side as I showed her. My smile grows.
“Now, lick my shoe,” I tell her, pushing a foot out toward her. Lifting her head, she sticks her tongue out. When it’s only inches away, I kick my foot forward, relishing the crunch of her nose and the fresh swell of blood.
“You’re right,” I say as I kneel down beside her. “It is about power, isn’t it?”
“You don’t understand any of it,” she sobs, her voice muffled through the snot and blood running down her face. “You’re a psycho bitch. You don’t understand. This isn’t right, it’s about fucking consent, you cunt!”
I lean forward so my face is only inches from hers, enjoying the way her breath hitches as I approach.
“I hate that word,” I whisper. “You can call me Teddy.”
Her screams are all the consent I need.
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A wave of pleasure and relief washes over me as I watch the last of the light leave her eyes. Leaning over, I click play on the small speaker I brought with me and let the song wash over me.
“You don’t have to put on the red light,” I sing along, closing my eyes and letting my body sway and move to the rhythm.
I hear a sound behind me and stop dancing, turning to see Bud standing in the door watching. What the fuck is he doing here? I narrow my eyes and growl at him.
“Fuck off, I’m busy,” I tell him, turning back to the table with a frown, my moment now interrupted. Oh well, guess I’ll get Branson to clean this shit up. I lean over to grab my knives; cleaning those has always been something I enjoyed. A moment later something brushes against my foot and I whip around to see Bud standing right there, grinning down at me.
“Back the fuck off,” I tell him with narrowed eyes, picking up a scalpel and pointing it toward him. His grin only grows as I stand up straight. It's been years since he gave me crap. I’m a bit surprised he’d try now.
When I was no more than thirteen, he tried to come after me, and the memories of Jane’s punishments still make me smile. I’m a bit amazed he’s forgotten that lesson, even if it has been years. One thing that Jane thought important, though fucked if I know why, was my virginity. She let me have all kinds of fun, but when Bud tried to steal my innocence, she almost killed him and spoke to me about it.
“Teddy, you are going to be a beautiful woman. Men, men are idiots and only want one thing. Never give them that one thing. Take your pleasure but promise me you’ll not give that up.”
I open my mouth to say something, to put Bud in his place, but before I can, his hand whips out and grabs my wrist, making me drop the small blade.
An involuntary sound leaves my lips as he squeezes, and I instinctively kick a foot out. He shifts his body and I miss. My heartbeat picks up in earnest. Something about the look on his face….
“Bud, fuck off and let me go,” I say, doing my best to keep my voice even as I pull at my wrist. I let out a cry as he reaches out and grabs my other, leaning his face into mine. His breath is rotten, and I gag a bit as he gets close.
“Little bitch,” he mutters, “Bet you’ve been laughing for fucking years at how you treat me. Well, Jane ain’t here to help you this time.”
My eyes widen, but I don’t have time to react further before he releases my wrist long enough to smack my head hard enough that blackness dots my vision. Something else hits my head. The dizziness grows and the hits don’t stop. A real stab of fear hits me when he flips me around to my stomach, pushing up my little dress. A groan leaves my lips as I try to turn myself, my eyes clouding from the weight of his punches.
The sound of a buckle behind me brings tears to my eyes.
For all the fun I’ve had with my toys over the years, I heeded Jane’s request. I’m still a virgin.
Not like this.
I hear a choked sound behind me. I try to turn my head, and through fuzzy eyes, I think I see a silhouette in the doorway.
“Branson,” my voice comes out raspy.