Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(24)
He and Green followed Vern Wilkes, the last man to arrive, into the living room, where Pete and Joe had pulled a black metal, glass-topped coffee table into the center of the echoing white space adorned with blood-red chairs and couches.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Green said. “Welcome. I hope you’ve arrived ready to fuck.”
A ripple of laughter went through the eight newcomers at the studied coarseness of the financier. Singleton tried to relax, telling himself that the tension he felt came only from his desire that this first night of the scheme he had devised go well for everyone.
Everyone. Even Karen, though she will never admit she needs it.
“Griff,” Green said now, “would you like to say a few words before we bring her out?”
Singleton smiled: at least when he had an audience—especially an audience this congenial—he could never feel nervous. His unshakable faith in his skills of persuasion had never shown itself to be misplaced, and these men didn’t require any persuasion at all.
“Sure, Sam. Welcome, again… to Sam’s place.” The line didn’t really have any actual humor in it, but his timing and his ironic tone made the rest of the men, even Green himself, laugh—in fact Singleton felt sure he had gotten a better laugh with his line than Green had gotten with the directness of his reference to fucking. This would go brilliantly; the tension in his mind began to slip away. He would think about Karen’s needs later; what mattered now was the enjoyment of Karen’s body by the men who had each paid a very large sum to fuck her regularly.
“I think you’ve all probably watched some of the video from Karen’s exciting day in jail yesterday.”
Another laugh: Singleton had hit his stride, as always with great ease.
“What you didn’t get to see is our shopping trip afterward. When we present her to you in a few moments I hope you’ll appreciate our taste in lingerie.”
A chuckle—but Singleton thought he could hear in the slightly muted sound that humor had started to give way to arousal.
“Thank you for coming.” He looked around at the nine avid faces, of several different ethnic backgrounds but all with the confidence that only continued success can bring. His understated expression of gratitude had brought a smile to all their lips. He turned to Pete and Joe, standing near the entrance to the hall that led to the block of bedrooms of which Karen represented the only current occupant. “Let’s get our girl out here to meet her masters.”
The two dark-suited henchmen disappeared into the hallway. Murmured conversations broke out among small groups of the investors, about the prospect of having drinks refilled, about dinners eaten before heading here for the long-anticipated main event of the night.
The pause stretched further than Singleton had anticipated. He glanced at Green, who had his head close together with Jovanovich. As Singleton looked, Green met his eye, his brow furrowed slightly: yes, this was taking too long.
A door banged, and indistinct, angry words could be heard in Pete’s voice. Singleton looked around again to see quizzical looks on the faces of his co-investors. Just as he thought he would have to think of something to say so that he could go investigate, Joe reappeared, with Karen held tightly by the elbow and Pete just behind. She had on the sweats they had given her for her days off.
Singleton frowned. Green and he had looked in on the girl just before they went out to greet the arriving investors, and seen that she had put on the white lace lingerie just as they had instructed. They had left the door open so that she could go to the bathroom if she needed to, but it hadn’t seemed like a risk because the hallway had no exit other than through the living room.
“Pete?” Green asked.
“Found her in the other bedroom. In the closet,” Pete said. “Cunt must have meant to try to run away while we thought she was gone or something.”
Green looked at the girl, whose downturned face had resumed the hard, impassive expression they had seen the previous night. “Karen?” he asked in a tone of disappointment that had nevertheless a hard edge behind it. “What did you think you were doing?”
A shudder went through her whole body, then, but she said nothing.
Singleton’s thoughts and emotions roiled inside him: some frustration at Karen having ruined her presentation to the carefully selected men present, some pity for her fear despite his unyielding determination to get his and the others’ money’s worth, and much more lust for the delights of the new scene about to unfold.
“Well, girl,” he said, in a voice loud enough to make clear he meant his pronouncement as much for the ears of the other men as for Karen’s, “you’ve just made tonight a good deal harder on yourself. Pete and Joe, get those sweats off her, please and bring her over to the table. I’m hoping she still has her pretty things on underneath.”
She did: Joe held Karen in place and Pete ripped her sweatpants down and pulled them off her feet to show the stockings and suspenders. She struggled, but with two men to subdue her the voluminous hoodie came off too, to reveal her tiny breasts in the lacy bra, the garter belt, and the thong that at her owners’ instruction she had put on over the suspenders so that her masters could fuck her more easily.
Or whip her more easily, Singleton thought with grim satisfaction. The henchmen pulled the recalcitrant girl toward the center of the room. That movement in the direction of certain punishment—for Green already had in his hand the heavy punishment strap upon which the investors had agreed for the purpose of correcting faults in their girl’s behavior—made Karen start to yell.