Author's note: After almost a year, A Study in Fragrance comes to a close and we can let these characters have some peace. If you've accompanied them along the way, I hope you enjoy this final installment.
-ek
She sat in the kitchen, waiting. Naked, impaled on the Monster, the videos playing for the umpteenth time. The woman, crying but not using her safe word. The introductions, the after-sessions. She wanted this. Em could see it in her eyes, in her smile. She sat in front of the camera, unashamed, her legs splayed open, the dildo deep inside her, even after the session was over, her answers to the interviewer uncensored, no hesitancy.
There are people who want this!
She looked down at her own cunt, at the Monster seated so deeply inside her she could see it pushing against her abdomen, her labia stretched along its base. It started humming again, its rotors and motors turning it inside her, the now familiar feeling of its slow ejaculating, keeping her arousal in a slow burn.
She wanted this. There was no way around it. She wanted what Cos was doing to her. Even after Thursday, even when she had felt he'd violated her, had forced her to take him. It was more than a competition now. He'd pushed her into some new place. She'd been reading about the lifestyle, had realized she wouldn't want vanilla sex anymore. And then her thoughts turned to Caroline and all of that melted away. Calm. Joy. Peace.
What am I supposed to do?!
The Monster reached a peak, moving hard inside her, forcing her to moan and bend over to make space for it. The trainer had the young woman over the footstool, the scene that Em had watched over and over again, the one closest to what she knew Cos was going to do to her. Later...
no! soon!
She glanced at the time. He'd said after lunch. She hadn't eaten since last night. Only water since she'd come back from practice this morning.
The day had started out warm, the sun rising as she plunged into the pool, beating down on her as she crossed the finish line on the third leg. Her time wasn't award winning, but Coach was more than satisfied. A strong time. Better than when she'd first started out, weeks ago.
Slow and steady wins the race.
His voice in her head, the woman's cries of anguish in her ears, the trainer's narration explaining again how to gauge her screams: true pain that needed to be addressed or expressive pain that meant she was learning. Em shook her head. She wasn't into pain. Cos knew that. He wasn't showing her these for that reason,
was he?
She knew he wasn't.
He plays on my humiliation and shame.
She watched the trainer reposition the woman, on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, held open by a metal bar, the camera floating from a side profile to a full on view of her vagina, spread open by the dildo, her asshole clenching and unclenching to the trainer's command. Prompted by the trainer, the woman begged to have him shove his cock into her ass, the trainer speaking to the listeners, pointing out how she was indeed asking for it, had been properly conditioned to ask for it, both verbally and physically. He placed his finger on her rosebud and she grabbed it with her muscles, sucking it into her until he was buried up to his finger's base.
Em kept coming back to this scene, where the woman had become an extension of the trainer's will, an extension of his body.
He owns her.
She clenched against the Monster, feeling the ass plug shift. A mere wisp of shame blew through her consciousness, the tendril barely reacting. She felt what the woman was feeling: release, submission, trust. The woman wasn't allowed to cum. One of the episodes showed the consequences of her failing that test, a scene that still made Em squirm it hit so close to home. But this episode she was clearly on the edge, begging him, confessing to him how close she was, her face and breasts flush from arousal, her juices leaking from the dildo, her squeezing his finger a futile attempt to stimulate herself.
Em had lost track of how much she'd watched. He'd said she had to go through the series twice, and an hour more. She was sure it was way more than that. Her clit had been swollen for three days it seemed, relaxing only when she ran, and barely then. She had no trouble sliding on the Monster she was so aroused. Her muscles were loose, and she was wet all the time.
She hadn't seen Caroline since she left the day before, the two of them cuddled together, getting over her friend's experience of Bobby's erection and climax from previous evening. Thinking of Caroline flooded her with a peace and calmness, the black anxiety nearly gone.
So weird! So weird to be in two places!
But it was a comfort to know she could do this thing with Cos and have an even greater space for Caroline. She didn't know people could have so much space. It was as if she had been opened up, physically and emotionally by Cos and Caroline. She shook her head, seeing the next video about to begin.
Halfway through, as the woman was struggling to keep his cock in her while he spanked her, Cos walked in the kitchen, startling her. She looked up to catch his expression: joy, surprise, approval. Her eyes shifted to the blue sack he was carrying, and she clenched at the thought of what else he might be using on her today.
"You have acquitted yourself well with the priests, little kitten." He stroked her back, watching the video play out, his hands drifting down her front to rest his fingers on her nipple.
"No...Cos. Please...NO!" She wasn't sure she could stop herself from cumming if he tormented her nipples again. She'd felt them tingling all day the day before, feeling as if something was missing when the Monster was moving inside her. And as the sensations bloomed out into her chest she pulled her head back, thrusting her breast forward. Later, as she remembered what he'd done, she didn't know whether it was to ease the discomfort or offer him more of herself.
"You've been making excellent progress, cunt."
She opened her eyes to see what he was looking at, glancing back to phone.
"It seems you prefer the footstool, hmm?" He kept his fingers on her other nipple, squeezing and turning, watching her eyes tear up, her breathing quickening. "Don't you have a similar piece of furniture?" He glanced to the living room and smiled at her reaction. "It's time. They're waiting."
She gasped when he let her go, her hands flying to her nipple to rub away the lingering pain.
Am I ready?
She squeezed against the plug, unconsciously, feeling it shift a little. "Okay, Cos," she heard how small her voice sounded. "But don't hurt me...not like the other day. I don't like the pain."
"Type 2 fun, cunt," he whispered in her ear as he helped her slowly ease off of the Monster. "You got this." He steadied her and grabbed the sack off the table. "Bring that in with you," he said, turning toward the living room.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she breathed the words in and out, not sure she really did 'have this.' The endorphins from the morning workout still flooded her system, Caroline's face swam behind her eyes and the dark images from the video played a loop while she unpeeled the dildo from the chair, seeing the wet circle she'd made. Her insides were confused: open and loose, wet and hot, full and stretched. She practiced a Kegel, just to see, and realized how weak those muscles really were. Made all the looser by her current arousal.
By the time she joined him in the living room, he had moved the hassock into the center of the rug, the sun bright through the windows facing the street and the driveway. The curtains were open; anyone could see her if they walked up the drive. She shivered, coming to stand where he'd pointed.
"Three holes, cunt. You are ready to take me in all three of your holes." He was smiling at her, proud and goofy.
She shook her head, wondering still what that expression really meant. Did he know how silly he looked? But it was disarming. She could feel the tension draining away, knowing he'd been thinking about her, about how to prepare her for this. That he wasn't cruel. The feeling from Thursday, when he'd crossed a line, when she'd felt like a rabbit in his jaws, leapt up for a moment, making her heart race.
Just use the word, idiot! Just say it! Don't let him push you too far!
She nodded.
He pointed to the coffee table and the empty blue sack.
Em's eyes widened. There was the nylon cord. Her asshole clenched. But next to it was another dildo, black and shiny, sitting inside a different sort of plate. She couldn't figure out what it was from her angle and the sun glaring.
"Have a seat." He swung his arm dramatically, inviting her to sit on the hassock.
Em hesitated for a heartbeat, thinking they should get a towel. "Shouldn't we...?" She nodded to the material, raising her eyebrows.
He laughed a little. "I think it will be okay. It's not leather is it?"
She shrugged, not really knowing. "If it is, would it get ruined?"
He took a closer look, sniffing. "Naughy," he said. "It'll be fine. Have a seat. Spread your legs."
She inhaled, closing her eyes and preparing herself.
This is what you said you wanted.
