I arrived at the penthouse on time. The entire floor was ours. The hotel was beautiful, and the staff was very familiar with Grant; they understood to respect his privacy. As I walked down the hallway, I felt sexy. I felt powerful. I wore a black jacket that tied at the waist and I had on nothing underneath except the outfit from the box, and I wore a pair of black leather high-heels. In my purse I had several other goodies from Grant. I was ready to explore his dominance.
Once I reached the door to the suite, I heard the sound of running water coming from the sculptured water fountains across the hall. I took a deep breath and entered through the doorway. The penthouse was gorgeous, the living room balcony showcased the beautiful Georgia landscape. There was a water wall along one of the hallways that led to more rooms. The marble floors and the multiple concrete pillars throughout the area highlighted the elegance of the penthouse. As I walked, I heard the crunch of what sounded like tiny pieces of gravel on the marble floors. I could hear the scrunch underneath my shoes as I walked further inside in search of Grant.
Once I reached the end of the hallway, I heard his voice.
Grant said, "Seriously, Delta, did you not think I would find you and make you pay? You're a disgusting rapist; it's really just vigilantly justice of the sexual kind. Of course, mixed with complete mental degradation because, well, you know; you're a rapist."
Grant was in the study. I walked towards the room, and then I heard her; Lexi. Her voice sounded meek, but impatient. She probably had anxiety. I stood at the door and listened.
Lexi said, "I don't know why I'm here."
Grant smugly replied, "Because you're an accomplice to this halfwit of a person, and you got caught."
I gathered my thoughts before I entered the room. I touched my diamond choker.
Once I entered the room, I quickly made eye contact with Grant. He was sitting in a chair, his oxford shirt slightly unbuttoned and his tailored pants neatly pressed; he held a small glass of scotch in his right hand. Upon my entrance, he smiled a sexy grin before he took a sip from his drink. He then pointed his finger towards the other side of the dimly lit room.
Grant said, "What do you think, Maple? I was going for the mental degradation approach for these two bimbos."
No sooner than Grant finished his sentence, I heard Delta. She immediately said, "I ain't your bimbo, pretty boy."
Then a light flashed on and the entire study was bright. There they were, Delta and Lexi; naked, chained, and sitting in a giant litter box large enough to hold four Bullmastiff dogs.
I was a little surprised to see such a site, but I can't say I didn't find power in seeing those two tramps in their current position, squatted inside a litter box chained to a pulley system that ran along the back wall.
As soon as I gathered my thoughts, I said, "Grant, I don't know if you're trying to scold or reward me. Seeing Delta's naked body is surely a punishment."
Delta looked mad, but I didn't care. Her eye still looked bruise from when I hit her. I walked closer to Grant. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. As I was leaned over, he grabbed my waist and placed his other hand under my jacket and then between my thighs. He felt it, my plastic cock harnessed inside my strap-on. I planned on shaming Delta a little, at least have her suck on my fake dick. It only seemed fair.
Grant kissed my neck. He whispered in my ear and said, "You plan on getting rough, don't you, baby?"
I already felt in charge.
I replied, "Not unless you don't want me to, Grant."
Grant gently tapped my ass and quietly said, "You call the shots, honey. I'm here for your support; but neither of those two sluts are touching my body and I don't want them inside yours; understand, Maple?"
Grant was becoming more protective. I kissed his mouth, deep. I liked it. I liked his tongue and I was becoming mad for his protection.
After a few moments, I replied, "Yes, baby. It's about you and me."
