Room Fourteen: Making Her Beg

“Now, now, Miss Murphy. I’m not Cameron in here,” he said, and I felt a tight squeeze of my right breast. “Not addressing me appropriately will end in punishment.”

I knew that was his fantasy, I’d known that intuitively for a long time, which is why I’d used his first name. The fingers grasped tighter at the weight of my full breast, almost painful, making me hiss. “Yes, Mr. Cameron.”

“Is there anything else you want to say, Val?” Derek asked, his voice solemn.

“I don’t think so,” I replied, trying to think of what I might have missed.

“Right, this is it then. There’s no going back from here. Think about this one more time. Are you sure this is what you want?” Diesel asked at my head now, and I was disoriented for a second, why did they keep moving around?

“I’m fine, Diesel.” I tried to relax on the table, but I was wound tight, ready to explode. Sitting still wasn’t easy to do.

Diesel kissed the right corner of my mouth before he moved up to my right ear. “I want this to be the best experience of your life, Val. We won’t be the same people after this.”

I turned my head until I felt his ear with my nose. “I want this, Diesel. I want you. I want all of you. We’ll take it one day at a time after that.”

He moved away, and I felt headphones going over my ears. All sound disappeared suddenly. Then I felt something against my lips and opened my mouth in surprise. I felt a ball slide in between my teeth before straps came together at the back of my head. I let my head fall back down, blind, deaf, and unable to speak now.

I was tied down, unable to escape, and for a moment, panic took over. They could do anything to me now, anything they wanted. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea?

But isn’t that what I’d told them I wanted? I wanted to go beyond what I’ve experienced before, which could mean anything really. I’d just learned that I needed to be more specific in my requests or it could all go wrong. I could feel the touch of their skin as they moved around the table, but I couldn’t hear anything at all.

A sound started to pulse from the headphones, a song I knew. A very sensual song with heavy bass lines that made me ears throb. My blood began to sing in my veins as places came to heated life on my body. The throb of my blood pulsed in time with the song, adding a sensation that was almost a touch. I was about to scream, to protest, to demand to be let up, or to see at least, but the music caught my attention, reminded me why I was in the position I was in. This is what I’d wanted for a very long time. Way too long. Tonight, the waiting was over.