It took about an hour to complete the tour. Laura had many questions about the house. It was so inviting the had it been on the market, any potential buyer would snatch it up immediately.
Despite the fact that her senses were overloaded, and her skin was tingling with suppressed desire, Laura was quite impressed with the setup. In the left wing was a huge formal dining room, with a hall that ended with two bedrooms on either side and one at the end. All of them had complete baths.
In the right wing was the great room, with a connecting hall, a powder room on one side, and the utility room on the other, ending with the master bedroom. The house had been built to Dalton's specifications. It was interesting that the house was built for a family and entertaining, when he also had that pleasure dungeon below.
There weren't any doors he didn't open for her, so she figured the garage must be separate from the main house. She had to find out where it was. Hopefully, her car was stored there, or somewhere on the property.
One thing at a time, she told herself. Can't let him get suspicious. Of course, as much as she didn't want to go back down to the chamber, her stuff was down there. Damn! Hopefully, she could get the layout of the outside before he hauled her back down. There was no question of "if", only "when".
Dalton had answered all her questions about the house, but he had been very vague about himself. When she asked what he had been doing all these years, he didn't reply, just tensed up. When asked about what he did for a living, all he said was that he was an investor. She even got up the nerve to ask him about any serious relationships, but his only answer was, "No." No elaborate explanations.
They ended back in the master bedroom, and Laura flopped down on the bed and closed her eyes, no longer caring what Dalton would do to her. This sexual frustration was exhausting.
The butterfly was still vibrating, its mouth sucking on her clit, and the ball was still swimming around in her vagina. Every nerve tingled, and her skin was hypersensitive. She felt like she was coming down with a fever. She needed relief, but she was not going to ask Dalton again.
Dalton position her where he wanted her, but Laura couldn't get up the energy to protest. He slid an eye mask over her head, and she didn't twitch. She opened her eyes, and it was pitch black. Whatever he was planning was fine with her. Anything would be better than this sexual haze, she thought. He finally turned off the butterfly and slipped it off her. Her pussy actually felt bereft.
But then he attached clamps to her already sensitive nipples and one to her clit.
"Ohhh...." She moaned restlessly.
He turned them on.
"Ohmygod!" she screamed, and nearly bolted off the bed.
He pushed her back down. She subsided, breathing heavily and squirmed around on the bed. He used something to brush over her face, down her neck, and continued down her body, leaving no skin un-touched.
