Confused desire

ELIOT

I don't have any calls to take. My Apple Watch was buzzing to remind me to drink water, but I wasn't going to tell Revean . Not when she looked so cute with the nipple clamps. She needs to adjust to them, and by leaving the room for a few minutes, I'm giving her the space and time to do so.

"Are you okay?" Andrew appears around the corner, his hand wrapped around his cell phone.

"I'm waiting." I smile.

He rolls his eyes, he knows full well what I'm doing; he was with me when I bought my new toys.

"While you're waiting, Duke of Oakfield on the phone." Andrew nods toward his cell phone. "He's in Los Angeles and wants to meet to talk about the artwork you ordered. He says he has an opportunity in the next few weeks to acquire it, if you're still interested."

I nod. "Set up a meeting in a few days. I'm still interested."

"I'll arrange it immediately."

Andrew leaves and I go back into the room to check on Revean . Handcuffed to the bed, dressed in a short white skirt, with the black blouse and bra cut in half, exposing her breasts. But it's the clamps on her nipples that turn me on the most.

"Important call?" Revean turns to me. There's a slight tension in his voice.

"Yes, very important. I have to go to Los Angeles in a few days. I expect you to behave while I'm gone."

"I expect you to take these things from me before you leave."

I shrug. "I might. How do they feel to you?".

"They hurt," she replies quickly with a tremor in her voice.

"Are you sure?

I reach across the bed and run my fingers over her delicate breasts. I shudder at the memory that she was little more than skin and bones when she got here. She looks as if she's gone from a B cup to a C cup since she started eating right. It suits her. Besides, it gives me more to play with.

"No," he protests and tries to wriggle away from my petting.

I can see he's still debating between right and wrong, but he knows I won't hurt him and his body must already be buzzing with excitement. I grab one of the nipple clamps and pull gently on it. A small moan of pleasure escapes her lips.

"Please don't," she begs me again, but I don't hear her. Instead, I tap the other clamp.

"Did you ever have aspirations as a girl? Did you ever want anything more? Were there any subjects in school that caught your attention?" I ask.

Revean is my captive audience. I've read about her and watched her on camera, but now I want her to tell me about herself.

"My teachers told me I was smart, but I barely went to school and almost didn't get to graduate. I was too busy having to work and scrounge to make sure we had a roof over our heads and enough to eat. I think you know that very well," she replies before closing her eyes.

I don't know if he's trying to block out my questions or he's concentrating on the sensations of the tweezers I keep playing with; maybe it's a little of both.

"But when you were there, were you interested in any subject?". I'm persistent. I could do this all night.

Why do I want to know the answer to this question?

This woman is nothing more than a means to an end for me.

An inconvenience that has been in my house for over two weeks, disturbing everything.

And why has she been disturbing everything?

Because I can't get it out of my head.

I stop playing with the tweezers and step away for a moment.

"Biology," Revean shouts .

I realize he must have thought I had stopped playing with the tweezers because he wasn't answering my questions, not because my stupid doubts and frustrations were keeping me away from them.

I take a deep breath and tap one of the nipple clamps, I don't know if to reward her or to punish her. I think the lines are blurring. This woman has crashed a two point six million Ferrari, and I don't care.

"That doesn't surprise me. I know you care about animals."

"I care about them. They're much nicer than humans."

"I'll give you that."

"What was your favorite subject?" Revean asks.

No one had ever asked me a question like that. Growing up, all my father cared about was my progress with the extracurricular classes he organized for me, which covered subjects like fighting, scams, and general illegal activities,

"I think this might surprise you. I liked art. I don't mean creating it, but I liked researching artists and forming an opinion about their work."

I am surprised at the frankness of my response. I have never told Andrew what I just told Revean . Although he probably already knows. He knows me better than I know myself.

I must put an end to this conversation.

I go back to the nipple clamps and pull harder on them.

"Art I don't believe it," Revean continues , so I pull even harder.

She gasps and I slip my free hand between her thighs, pulling the fabric of her panties aside to expose her sex. I refuse to answer any more questions.

"Your dream career, if not a veterinarian?" I part her folds and slide a finger down her slit to her clitoris, desperately waiting to be touched.

"I've never considered careers other than waitressing. I've never been allowed to have those kinds of dreams - what about you, what if you weren't a mob kingpin?" Her answer is gasping, her orgasm fast approaching.

Don't answer.

Don't answer.

"I wanted to be a pilot when I was younger. I love flying."

Shit!

I have to stop this.

I move my hand faster. Rubbing her clit so fast I don't give her a moment's respite as one orgasm rolls into another.

"ELIOT , please," she cries out exhausted.

I remove the clamps from her nipples and withdraw my fingers. Her orgasm coats them in glitter.

"No more questions." My voice is strict, firm. "I ask them. You answer. Got it?"