Snow White and the Seven Hunks editedbymegan .wps (5 page)

“Clothes off.”

I glanced around for an avenue of escape, but he was standing between me and

the door. I studied the window speculatively.

“It’s nailed shut.”

I gaped at him again. “Isn’t that against fire code, or something?”

He shrugged. “If there’s a fire, you’ll be the first one out. Strip … now … unless you’d rather I do it?”

I studied him uneasily, struggling with the urge to scream for help. As the panic subsided, however, I realized I didn’t actually have a choice at this point. I’d agreed to the terms—I hadn’t actually read them, but Glenda had been pretty blunt.

It wasn’t that I was
that
shy. I just wasn’t used to being
ordered
to remove my clothes. And I wasn’t used to having a man watch me while I did—especially a complete stranger.

It occurred to me that if I ended up in prison I’d have to get used to being ordered around. At least this was a short sentence—months. The court system took a dim view of any crime involving money and were a lot more likely to throw the book at you for stealing than for murder.

Reluctantly, I pushed my tennis shoes off with my toes and began stripping.

Gabe settled his broad shoulders against the door, folding his arms as if to say he was willing to wait as long as it took.

I reached for the band I had tied my hair back with when I’d pulled off my t-shirt.

“Nope. Leave it. I want to see you … not the hair.”

I felt my cheeks heat that he’d so swiftly and unerringly picked up on my plan. I hesitated, but moved my hand without unfettering my hair.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly.

I stopped when I’d wiggled out of my jeans. He studied me for a long moment

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feet felt like they were glued to the floor. He stopped in front of me, holding my gaze while he reached around to unfasten my bra and then slipped it off. He studied my breasts although he didn’t touch them.

“Your role,” he said finally, “is submissive … Rose. I am the Dom. Do you

understand what that means?”

I stared up at him slack-jawed and finally, slowly, shook my head.

“What it means is that I am your master and you are my slave. It means I tell you what to do and you do it. You don’t tell me no and you don’t question me. If you misbehave by balking when I tell you to do something, you will be punished. If you’re a good girl, you will be rewarded.”

I cleared my throat. “Uh … what sort of punishment?”

His expression hardened, but his eyes gleamed with desire. “I’ll show you … the first time you step out of line. Is that understood?”

Oh! As clear as mud! He wasn’t going to tell me what he had in mind for

punishment and he was looking forward to it! My knees went weak.

He crouched in front of me abruptly. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my

panties, he drew them down my hips and then all the way to my ankles. “Step out.”

My legs were so weak I wasn’t sure I could manage it without falling on my ass.

I put my hand on his broad shoulder for balance and then snatched it away again when he looked up at me. Transferring his attention to my mound after a moment, he tugged at the hair. “This will have to go. I don’t like getting hair in my teeth.”

My belly quivered at that and my stupid kegel muscles clapped together as if I’d been offered a treat.

Straightening, he took my arm and led me to a narrow door opposite the window

I’d been looking at so hopefully. When he opened it, I saw a bathroom was connected to the bedroom.

“You’ll be expected to clean up in between.”

“In between what?” I asked blankly.

He flicked an amused look at me. “Partners.” He pointed to the shower. “Bathe and shave—hold off on shaving the mound, though.”

Pursing my lips in irritation, I moved to the shower instead of informing him I’d shaved the night before.

Gabe settled his hips on the lavatory and folded his arms to watch as I stepped inside the shower and slid the clear glass doors closed. “You’ll need to keep your skin smooth all the time you’re here—no skipping. You can expect to have two to three partners a night. During the day you’ll be available to whoever has an interest.”

I grimaced in spite of the fact that my pussy was clapping with excitement.

Stupid thing! I hadn’t had sex in forever, damn it! I hadn’t even had a relationship in a couple of years, which meant I wasn’t used to having sex several times a day—never had, even when I was
in
a relationship. Not that I didn’t enjoy sex as much as the next woman, but a couple of times a week was pushing the limits of what I was interested in, damn it!

Apparently, they didn’t think the hole needed rest!

Thank god I hadn’t ended up here by myself! Brandy was bound to keep them

busy, I thought hopefully. She was the family nympho! She could probably take them all on and wear them down!

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Gabe had a towel in his hands when I got out. Instead of handing it to me,

though, he placed it on the vanity, caught my waist and set me on top of it. “Lean back,”

he ordered, grasping my knees and lifting them before I’d even had time to decide if I wanted to comply.

I dropped a hand between my legs when he spread my thighs and hooked my

heels on the edge of the counter on either side of my hips. He took my hand and dropped it to my thigh then studied my pussy like an artist might study a blank canvas. “Bare, I think,” he said decisively. “It’s too pretty to cover any of it up.”

Briefly, I was flattered, but it was hard to focus on that when he almost seemed to dismiss it at once. Grabbing the razor and a can of shaving cream, he turned the hot water on and dropped the razor in the sink. I sucked in a sharp breath when he rubbed hot water over my tender nether region. “Too hot?”

Actually, I wasn’t sure if it was the water or his hand. “A little,” I said weakly.

He adjusted the water, filled his palm with shaving cream and lathered the hair—

all the way down my cleft! I didn’t even know I
had
hair that far down!

I was afraid to move, even to breathe deeply once he started shaving me. Trying not to think about the task he was so intent on, I studied his face while he worked. I couldn’t actually see all of it with his head tilted down, but it was a close enough view to see his skin was smooth. The lines around his eyes were mere crinkles from narrowing his eyes, not wrinkles. I’d gotten the impression that he was nearing thirty, but now I wondered how I had. He didn’t look thirty, that was for sure. Maybe twenty-five? I suppose he seemed older because he was in charge.

I was tempted to ask, but I dismissed the urge.

I was relieved when he’d finished shaving off my thatch and the stray hairs along the tops of my thighs. It didn’t last. As soon as he tackled the light sprinkling along my cleft, I tensed all over. He flicked a look at me and spread me wider with one hand, moving the razor with the other. When he’d finished, he wet a bath cloth, wrung it off and carefully cleaned off the residue of shaving cream. He studied my bare cleft for a long moment, stroking his fingers lightly over it, separating the petals of flesh as if he was arranging them.

Finally, he dropped the bath cloth in the basin and rinsed the razor. “I want you to keep it that way from now on. You can get down.”

My knees complained from holding the cramped position so long as I slipped off

the vanity.

“There are hidden cameras and microphones all over the house,” he tossed at me

over his shoulder as he led the way out of the bathroom.

“Even in there?” I gasped, horrified.

He flicked a look at me. “All over the house. We’ll be recording sessions

constantly, but I’ll be editing them before they’re posted on the web. The site will go live in a week or two. Since neither you nor Snow White are used to this sort of thing, we’ll take it easy for the first week or so, get to know one another, and get into a routine.

Have you had anal sex before?”

I gaped at him in horror and shook my head.

“We’ll need the plugs then to get you ready. Pick an outfit while I get one

ready.”

I hadn’t been in the damned house an hour and he was already talking about

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weird, kinky shit?

He’d taken something that looked like a miniature dildo from a drawer by the bed and lubricated it before he discovered I was still frozen between the bathroom and the bed. “Come here, Rose. Now!” The last was said in a growling command that made my feet move before my brain considered running in the other direction.

He bent me over the bed, clamping a hand down along the back of my neck until I allowed the tension to flow out of me. He slipped his hand down my back then, spread the cheeks of my ass and then I felt pressure against my rectum. Thankfully, despite my fear, it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable and it sure as hell wasn’t pleasurable to me.

He held it in place, rifling through the clothes on the bed and finally selected something.

Kneeling behind me, he told me to lift my feet one at the time and I felt him slip something up my legs. The thin strap of a thong slid between my nether cheeks. “Up.”

I straightened, feeling more discomfort with the movement. I was focused

enough on the foreign object I could feel in my ass that it took me a moment to notice what he was doing. The straps he slid up my arms and over my shoulders seemed to be about all there was to the outfit. A strap across the top of the front flattened my breasts.

He adjusted it and when I looked down I saw that it was actually two narrow bands, one below my breasts pushing them up and out and one above pressing in the opposite direction. Blood began to pool in the tips of my breasts almost immediately.

The thing actually looked more like a series of ropes tied together, I decided, dismayed as I looked down at it. It felt too short for my torso. I could feel the front digging into my clit. He knelt in front of me to adjust that and I discovered to my dismay that his idea of adjustment wasn’t the same as mine. I stared down at his dark hair, trying to ignore the pull on my clit.

He paused for a long moment when he’d finished, studying the effect. Apparently satisfied, he straightened.

“Now, we go downstairs and get acquainted with everyone.”

I didn’t move. It was bad enough having to wear the thing in my room—with him

looking at me. I couldn’t bring myself to walk down those damned stairs.

He paused at the door and turned to look at me. After a long moment, he shook

his head and moved away from the door. After rifling around in the drawer where he’d found the butt plug, he returned, pushed my hair out of the way and fastened a collar around my neck. “I can see it’ll take a little effort to bring you to heel. For now, I’m going to let it go at the collar and give you a little time to adjust. I’m not a patient man, though, Rose. You’ll do well to remember that.”

It wasn’t until he started off again that I discovered the collar was attached to a chain. When he reached the end, he turned to look at me and began to slowly reel me in, winding the chain around his fist until I was forced to close the distance. He stared down at me until I couldn’t maintain the battle of wills any longer and looked down. When I did, he loosened his hold just enough to allow me to follow a step behind him and led me from the room.

The trip down the stairs was sheer torture, partly because of my anxiety about

what awaited me, partly because of the collar and chain, but mostly because I was bound so tightly in the damned ropes my clit and both nipples had already begun to throb. I couldn’t focus my mind away from the blood pooling there and making them more and more sensitive—just to the air!—until we reached the front parlor.

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The other six hunks were already gathered there and were getting acquainted with Brandy. She was sitting on one of the guys’ lap, bouncing up and down, and had a dick in her mouth. I was too appalled to take much more than that in.

Gabe led me to a chair. When he’d settled, he directed me to sit on the floor at his feet, pointing out that he was displeased with me. The damned hardwood floor felt like ice on my bare ass. Worse, I couldn’t find a position that was more than vaguely comfortable. It seemed whatever I tried made the ropes bite into me a little deeper.

Gabe tucked a finger beneath my chin and tilted my head up. “This is Dom

Shaun, Dom Hunter, and Dom Basil. Whoever holds your leash is your master.”

I didn’t see much when I looked up beyond three of the biggest cocks I’d ever

seen in my life. I hadn’t realized they came in that size! It unnerved me to discover that they’d donned leather and chains. The briefs they were wearing had to be as miserably uncomfortable as what I’d been bound in. It cupped their balls, but their cocks had been pushed through the slit in the front and they were fully erect.

At least I hoped so. I was unnerved already, uncertain of whether I could mount any one of them.

It was more unnerving to discover that metal studded their cocks. One of them—I wasn’t sure which since I still hadn’t managed to lift my head to look at their faces—had a spiral down the length of his dick. One had a stud with two metal balls just below the head of his cock and the third had a row of them along the top of his shaft.

“She’s being punished,” Gabe said coolly. “She resists my commands. She isn’t allowed any pleasure now, but you’re welcome to pleasure yourselves with her. I’m going upstairs to change.”