Page 37 of Her Double Desire

Chapter 12

Veronica

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Standing before thetall mirror, I hold still while Shawn ties the silken bodysuit into place, his fingers working down the straps in the back. It's creamy as milk with mesh across the top of my breasts and belly, partially see-through. My curves are highlighted by the tight material.

He glances at me in the mirror. Deliberately, he strokes his fingers over my collar bone. The suit is cool, enhancing the sensation of his touch. I bite back a soft moan.

“Easy now,” he whispers, dragging his hand down to where the outfit ends above my hip. “You shouldn't get too excited, or this next part will be especially frustrating.”

Shawn lets me go, walking to a dresser and fiddling with something inside. My eyes stay on my reflection, taking in how beautiful he's made me look. I touch the tattoo that proclaims me as property to a man I've never met.

And if tonight goes well, then this is me for the next five years.

How has two weeks flown by so fast?

Each of my days has been filled with lessons from Jared and Shawn. And our nights... well. I spend those being filledbythese men. It's been amazing. I didn't expect to be so sullen now that it's all over with.

Hands touch my waist, startling me from my train of thought. “Here we go,” Shawn says, unsnapping the bottom of my bodysuit. He exposes my naked cunt, then begins strapping something cold and metal to my thighs. It traps my pussy away from the world.

“What's this?” I ask, bewildered by such a thing.

“This,” he chuckles, giving me a soft slap on the rear, “is a chastity belt. It should make for some fun tonight. You're not allowed to take it off or touch yourself, understand?”

I don't reply, I just gawk.

Shawn tugs the chastity belt higher, drawing the straps into my crease.

“Ah!” I gasp, staring at him. “Sorry, yes, I understand, Sir.”

“Of course you do. No coming for you until someone else decides to allow it. It'll be a fun game,” he says in a raspy voice. I get the idea he's turned on already. “Let's finish up.”

He reclasps my bodysuit. I can vaguely see the outline of the belt's heart-shaped front through the material. Watching my reflection, I turn side to side. The sight of myself sends a bolt of pleasure to my clit. “Ah,” I grimace, reaching down to adjust the belt. I can't feel anything through it, it's agonizing, but also incredibly hot.

“Are you getting worked up overyourself?” Shawn asks in delighted disbelief. “You might be the horniest little slave ever.”

Refusing to rise to his taunt and give him a reason to punish me, I stay quiet.

He sighs like he's disappointed. “Come along, then. Let's parade you downstairs.”

Walking is strange; the soft bodysuit slips over my nipples, the belt's straps digging into my ass. Jared is waiting for us in the entry hall. When he sees me, his jaw tightens, a line creasing between his brows.

He reminds me of a man barely holding himself back. I so badly want to know what he's thinking as he looks me up and down. He's become cold the last few days. The man who talked candidly with me on the vineyard hills is a distant dream.

“She looks perfect,” he whispers.

My entire body tingles at his compliment.

“Of course she does.” Shawn studies his friend for a minute. Tossing me a look over his shoulder, he moves away, peering around a corner. “The servers arrived?”

“Joanna is making sure everything is where it needs to be,” Jared says, still overtly ogling my curves. “Veronica, come with me, I'll show you where you need to go.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say automatically.Obeying him is starting to feel natural, should I worry? Or is that good, because it will make things with Oliver easier?

Oliver...

I promised Jared and Shawn I'd give him a chance. In a way, I never expected to get this far. I'm sure everyone else thought I'd break, too. Should I thank my rabid pride, or blame it?

We stroll down a long hall I haven't been down, passing a number of rooms as we do. Jared points at the doors. “These are places guests might gather for more privacy. But, down here... this is where you'll wait.”

Together, we descend a stairwell. At the bottom is a room bigger than any other I've seen so far. Dark gray walls, black rugs, white pillars and golden chandeliers, it's magnificent and somehow sinful. It smells like cinnamon and sage, the source unknown to me. Couches of all sizes, round cushions and small pillows, crowd the space to create an air of comfort. On one end is a bar stocked with top shelf alcohol.

“This is where Oliver likes to entertain the other masters,” Jared explains. “Your job is to behave, do anything you're asked, and don't embarrass us.” He faces me, and there's a serious tilt to his eyebrows. “Can you do that?”

I answer without waiting a beat. “Yes, Sir.”

Inside, I'm far less positive.

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