Page 49 of Vicious
“So what I’m hearing is that you want me to leave you locked up with nothing to do for the foreseeable future.” Chase shrugs. “We can do that, sure. Hunter is bringing his girl, so I guess we’ll have to focus all of our attention on her instead. She’s such a waifish little thing, I bet you’ll be able to hear her crying from down here when we start whipping her.”
I stop short, and he pushes the costume back into my hands. I take it without thought because I’m too focused on what he just said to care. “You wouldn’t,” I say. “You wouldn’t really punish some other girl because I refuse to wear this excuse for a costume.”
But the thing is, I’m not sure, because every time I think I’ve learned something about Chase Vicious, he goes and says something like that.
“Do you want to risk it?” Chase asks. He still has that fucking smarmy grin on his face, and I have no clue how serious he’s being about this.
I glare daggers at him, clutching the costume. “I don’t even know how to put it on,” I gripe, and I want to wipe the triumphant little smirk off his face so badly. I have never wanted to punch someone as much as I want to punch him right now.
“It doesn’t look any different from a bikini,” Chase suggests helpfully. “With a few additional straps.”
“Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious,” I snark back. “I can’t believe you’re— Ugh!” I want to throw the damn thing again, but it doesn’t seem like a wise choice. I haven’t survived this long by making stupid choices, and I’m not going to start now. “Fine. Whatever.”
I yank my dress off, my cheeks already burning as I think about other people seeing me dressed in something so skimpy. I’m not busty, but I’m not flat-chested either, and this is definitely going to put my breasts and ass on display. I guess it’s no different from what I had to wear at Ntimacy, though, and if I’m lucky, Chase won’t make me strip it all off for his friends.
It isn’t until I’m putting the underwear on that I realize they have a hole in the back. “Chase, I can’t wear this,” I tell him, holding it up. “It’s got a hole in it. Oh darn. Guess I’ll have to just wear my pajamas.”
Thank you, universe, for this one small mercy.
“No, we’re going to plug the hole once you’ve got the panties on.” Chase reaches into the bag he’d brought the ‘costume’ in and pulls out a long cat tail.
At the very end of the tail there’s a big, bulbous attachment.
I can feel the color draining out of my face.
Oh, the universe gets a big “fuck you” now.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. There’s no way… You’re not… I’m not… No. I’m just…” I stammer, not even able to get a full sentence out.
“You are,” Chase says. “Put the panties on, then bend over the bed.”
“No.” I glare at him, my hands trembling with rage and humiliation. “I’ve never had anything up… up there, and I’m not starting now.”
“Which is why we’re starting with just a small plug. You want to get used to it before we think about bigger toys.” Chase takes a step closer to me. “Ah-May, you’ll wear the plug either way. The only difference is whether I put it in gently with plenty of lube or I call my friends down here to force it into you.”
I take a step back, feeling the terror of the first time he’d fucked me rising up all over again. The idea of taking anything up my ass is too much. Even the ultimatum doesn’t make the panic stop, and for all that I’m all about making wise decisions, this isn’t something I’m willing to concede to. “N-no,” I say shakily. “Chase, you can’t… You can’t. You just can’t!”
“I can.” Chase gets close enough to touch me, and he trails the end of the plug down my neck. “You’ll love it, the way you always love everything I do to you. We’ll go slow, but the longer you delay, the less time we have before everybody arrives.”
The idea of him allowing his friends to “help” him put it inside me makes me sick, but not as sick as the knowledge that I probably will like the plug. I hate the part of me that enjoys what he does to me with a passion, and I’d rip it out of me if I only knew how.
I swallow hard, letting out a quiet whimper when he runs the tip of the plug over my mouth.
“Well? What’ll it be?” he asks with that stupid, smug-ass smile firmly on his lips.
“I hate you,” I mutter.
“That’s fine,” Chase answers, kissing me gently. “All right, panties on, ass up over the bed.” He steps away from me and goes to the bag again, pulling out a more elaborate set of straps as well as a large bottle of lube.
That bottle is a lot bigger than the plug necessitates, I think. Chase is extremely optimistic about how things are going to go in the future. He’s going to want to stuff all sorts of things inside me.
Who am I kidding? He’s optimistic because he knows he’s going to get me to bend over and take it every time, no matter how much I fight.
“I’m not going to be this quiet or cooperative if you try to put bigger things up there,” I tell him as I put the panties on with shaking hands. I go to the bed and lean over it, my entire body trembling as I try not to think about him putting that thing inside of me.
“I’ll tie you down and gag you when it’s time for my cock, then,” Chase answers fluidly. He pats my ass and pokes his finger through the hole of the panties to get to, well, my hole.
I instinctively clench my ass cheeks to keep him out.