Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(19)
She sat, and then, against all expectation, it got much worse. For now that she had reached the toilet her bladder didn’t want to release. She could feel it coming, but everything had become so mixed up in her mind and her body that somehow those muscles seemed to think they would assert her self-possession by struggling against her rather than with her.
Karen cried out in frustration, wept, rocked on the toilet seat in a way she felt sure Mr. Green would find arousing—and that knowledge made the torment more searing still.
She heard the men laughing as they came down the hall. Mr. Green said, “That’s right. Individual visits to start, and you’ll get the first turn since this was your idea.”
Karen whimpered, and just as they came into the bathroom, Mr. Singleton first and then Mr. Green, her muscles finally let go, as if in obedience to their unspoken command to wait until they got there for the shameful moment of rushing pee, the hissing sound, the splashing, their eyes between her legs watching the golden stream. Karen cried out, screwing her face up with her eyes closed, tears in her eyes. She tried to focus on her teeth again, but in her mind’s eye she saw the men looking down at her, disapproving looks on their faces.
“She really needed to go, didn’t she?” Mr. Green’s voice said, a mocking chuckle suffusing his words.
“She sure did,” Mr. Singleton agreed. “It’s still coming.”
Karen sobbed and gritted her teeth. The flow of pee finally began to slow, and the stream became a trickle.
“Stay there for a few moments,” said Mr. Singleton. “When you hold it in like that, you need to make sure it all comes out. And you look nice on the toilet.”
Karen’s brow furrowed. She didn’t need to be told what her body needed on the toilet. She wanted to talk back, tell them they could go fuck themselves and watch each other piss.
“Thank Mr. Singleton for the compliment,” said Mr. Green.
Through gritted teeth, knowing they would mistake her anger for the discomfort down below that, truly, it half was, Karen forced out, “Thank you, sir.”
Chapter Ten
Green had put the aloe vera lotion in the bathroom when they arrived. Now he got it off the counter and held it out to Karen, still on the toilet.
“Wipe yourself and then put this on.”
She looked up at him with the flinty expression that Green now found seemed to get him as hard as the stone Karen tried to put in her pretty blue eyes. I’m afraid I know your secret, Karen, he thought, his arousal growing as he watched her move her hand angrily to the toilet paper roll and tear off two sheets. I know how much you need this, and the more you fight it the happier I’m going to be to give you everything you have coming.
He glanced at Singleton. He liked the blond man, but he could tell that his co-investor had started to catch feelings for their possession. Green admired the way Singleton tried to hide it, but he also felt sure that the reality of the situation, which dictated that Green and Singleton would invite eight other men to fuck Karen in a little more than twenty-four hours’ time, would prove hard on his friend. He felt sure he could find a way to break Singleton of the infatuation, though—maybe even in the next few minutes.
It just isn’t going to do to fool yourself into thinking you love our sex toy, Griff, he thought as Karen dropped the toilet paper into the bowl and started to rise.
“No,” Green said. “The lotion first. Right here.”
His dominant instinct told him that his cock would get harder if he made the girl anoint her cunt and bottom while sitting submissively on the toilet. He had no interest, really, in why it should be so: Green simply wanted to see Karen put the aloe vera on this way, rather than allowing her to rise and do it standing up, perhaps with her knees bent, as sexy as that pose might also be.
Another glance at Singleton confirmed the trouble in his eyes: he too could see the extra humiliation in making their girl stay on the pot for this little task that would remind her why and how her cunt and anus lost their golden curls. Green had no doubt that the other man, too, had grown stiff and ready for what Green meant to do next, but Singleton also seemed on the verge of contradicting Green’s order.
Karen met the financier’s gaze again, eyes still angry but with the pink in her cheeks betraying what the embarrassment had done down below.
“Eyes down, sweetheart,” Green said, making the chill in his tone thick enough that he knew it would, paradoxically, ignite Karen’s need for this even further. “I can tell that when your ass has recovered and I can punish you properly, we’re going to have to work on that a good deal.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, turning her gaze down to the white tile of the bathroom floor.
Green turned an amused eye on Singleton, who now seemed a little recovered. Certainly he now had enough of his own mastery to say, “I don’t like that tone, young lady. If it continues, you’ll be over my knee very soon, as well.”
Ah, well, Green thought. If Griff needs to play daddy, that’s fine: that approach will complement mine, I suppose. It’s a good deal better than playing moony boyfriend.
Green still held out the aloe vera, and now Karen took it and squeezed some onto the fingertips of her right hand.
“Spread it all over,” he said. “We need to make sure your cunt and bottom are ready for tomorrow.”