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“Listen to me. He's in art mode. When we go in there, he's looking at you as an artist. Nothing more. He's not judging you, and he's not going to hurt you. Or touch you. Okay?”
She nodded. The fear was starting to recede. Her breathing had moved back into a more normal pattern. Her pupils were beginning to dilate, evidence that the arousal cream was working.
When they were inside the playroom, Ari turned to observe her reaction to the space. Unlike the foreboding dungeon, this room was bright and welcoming with sunlight streaming in through a giant window which took up one full wall.
Outside the window was a view of the pool which was covered for the winter. Beyond the pool was a seemingly endless stretch of green rolling hills. Or they would be green if they weren't covered in snow. The trees next to the perimeter fence sat so far away, they looked like small landscaping bushes. Gauzy light gray drapes were pulled back from the windows letting the full light and view in.
He watched Claire as she walked around the room, taking everything in. Her bare feet padded over the blond hardwood before sinking into one of the fluffy white rugs scattered about the room. He had the same bondage equipment upstairs that he had in the dungeon as well as many of the same whips and crops and canes. Only in this room, the sex furniture was a light gray leather against blond stained wood. Any metal parts, instead of being black, were a bright stainless steel.
He'd designed and made each piece for this room.
In one corner was a large blond stained wood box filled with every manner of sex toy—except Claire couldn't see the contents from her vantage point. Kane had made himself comfortable on a gray leather sofa placed along the far wall. On either side of the sofa, two gray leather chairs were turned inward facing each other. The only thing missing between them was a coffee table.
But there was no coffee table, only a thick soft white rug his former pets had knelt on to service his guests—Kane usually being that guest. He was used to sitting on that sofa, just as he sat now, legs spread wide with soft lips wrapped around his cock. If Kane was bothered by the change in the rules of their game, he didn't show it. His gaze remained intently focused on Claire.
Ari wondered if his friend could possibly be putting together any of her history as he watched her with the calculating focus he was known for. Kane hadn't missed her flinch out in the hallway either. Or her fear when she'd first come into Ari's office, her small body huddling closer to him, seeking his protection from Kane's hard stare.
“Claire,” Ari said.
Her gaze jerked to his. Her pupils remained dilated, even in the brightness of the room, as though the arousal cream were more powerful than the sun. Her breathing began to come in shallow pants as she gripped a spanking horse close to her for support.
“Do you need to come, little one?”
Her gaze shifted briefly to Kane, then returned to Ari. “Y-yes, Master. Please.”
“Much more polite than Holly,” Kane remarked from the sofa.
“I thought you said you wouldn't make commentary,” Ari said.
“Sorry. She's just so perfect. I never thought you'd find someone so... perfect.”
He didn't tell Kane the reason she was so perfect was because she couldn't just flounce out the door whenever she felt like it. Or that someone else had broken her so that she was so desperate to stay safe that she could be molded as easily as soft bread dough in his hands.
When Kane had arrived, he'd seen the new biometric security panel, but he'd made no comment. Ari's friend was shrewd. Had he started collecting and putting the pieces together yet?
Ari thought back to the night he'd first met Kane's pet, Saskia. They'd been at a private and very secret club hours south in the middle of the desert. It was an old warehouse building marked only with a sign that read Mr. Fizzy Pop Bottling Company.
The girl had seemed too scared to Ari, and he'd wondered if Saskia was there entirely of her own free will. He'd tried to rescue her from Kane that night only for her to scream her safeword to get him to release her hand when he'd tried to drag her from the building. And now? Would Kane perceive the same thing in Claire?
If he did, he didn't say anything. And he wasn't exactly the gallant rescuing type.
Ari crossed the short distance to Claire and began unbuttoning the white shirt she wore. She didn't protest, and she didn't appear scared anymore. The only thing on her face as he looked at her now was raw animal need. She whimpered when his fingertips brushed against the hardened points of her nipples as he took the shirt off her. He draped it over the spanking horse.
“Master, please.” She moved closer to him, her hips bucking upward, her body begging him to touch her.
Curiosity won against his plans and he dipped a finger inside her. She was so ready. Her warm wet heat defied all expectation. It certainly defied her hesitance only minutes ago in the hallway. He tore himself away from her and crossed the room to sit in the leather chair facing away from the window. He needed her closer to Kane, so the artist could watch—so he could get whatever sense he needed to get of her to put her on canvas.
She looked forlorn, her body clearly aching with need as she gripped the leather of the spanking horse where Ari had left her.
“Claire, crawl to me.”
She dropped gracefully to the floor and crawled across the patchwork of thick white rugs. She moved like a cat, her eyes never leaving his. Claire stopped at his feet, her gaze cast down. It seemed to take everything in her not to rise and straddle his leg. He knew she needed to grind against something pretty desperately. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard. Little mewling whimpers kept escaping her mouth despite how hard she must be trying to keep quiet. Her hands clenched and unclenched against her thighs.
And he wasn't even touching her yet.
Ari leaned back in the chair. “Claire, I want you to sit on my lap facing Kane, and spread your legs wide so he can get a good view.”
He expected her to cry or beg or hesitate, but she scrambled to obey him. She moaned when he began to cup and knead her breasts, his fingertips pinching her nipples.
