The Twelve Zenati Pt. 18

"I love all of you, little one. Every single fragment of you, your past, your present and your future are just as much mine as they are yours. I will love you forever, and as soon as the AFP back off, we will get married and then everyone will know that you are mine forever." He dipped his head to kiss her. "Mine," he murmured, as he broke the kiss and pulled her from the bathroom. "Come. There is something that I have wanted to show you since the day we moved in."

They walked to the hallway with the locked doors, at one end of the apartment, and Genesis smiled as she stood in front of the first door and unlocked it. He stepped back to allow her to walk in. It was like a small gallery, and Olivia walked slowly around the space, looking at the large artistic photographs lining the walls on three sides. Nude or scantily-clad women had been placed in various forms of bondage, mostly rope bondage, though there were some very interesting medieval- style devices used as well. Each of the bound women had been photographed in the most artistic of ways. Most were breathtakingly beautiful, but all affected her in such a way that she almost wished that she was the woman in the photograph.

Genesis moved to a panel near the door, once she had made a full circuit of the room, and the wall to the next room folded back on itself, like a concertina, and her eyes widened at what she saw. Genesis remained silent, allowing her the time to look and explore the second of the three rooms that held the secrets of his sadistic nature, which few knew the depths of, and which he wanted to share with his beautiful girl. She didn't baulk as she walked around, viewing the photographs and registering the equipment in the room as being similar to that used in the works of art. He even thought that he saw a small smile cross her face. He didn't think that he could ever be more in love with her than he already was, but that small smile, and the way her heated gaze caught his, made his heart swell to bursting and his cock harder than a rock.

Her eyes grew wide as she looked about the room properly, after finishing her circuit to look at the photography. It was then that she inspected the different devices from those depicted in the artworks. She wasn't sure what purpose some of them had, she just knew that looking at them filled her with dread and anticipation, in equal measure. Her soft pink underwear, which he had allowed her to wear after her shower, was growing damper with each passing moment.

"Master?" she asked inquisitively, knowing that this was the one place where she didn't have to think about using that title with him. "I'm not even sure what some of these things are, and I can't see them in the photos," she admitted, and was surprised to find she sounded almost breathless as she spoke.

"As time goes by, you will learn the painful pleasure and unbridled ecstasy that each of these devices can bring us by experiencing them for yourself." Genesis took her hand and spoke with that deep, commanding voice, that always turned her into a quivering and needy submissive nymphomaniac for him. "I don't believe a simple explanation will suffice to capture the experience for you."

Genesis let Olivia explore for a few more minutes, as she ran a finger over some of the wood and leather furniture. He then unveiled the hidden storage areas, behind panels between the artworks. Her eyes widened at the collections of restraints and toys available to her Master from anywhere in the room.

Genesis smiled as he spanked her ass, and then led her to a device that stood only a little taller than Olivia. He let her gaze fix on the wrist straps at the top of a cross-beam, and also the leg posts, which held the device in place. The bottom was bolted to the floor and, when her legs were pulled wide and affixed to the ankle bindings, she would hang there in suspension, at his mercy to tease and torture how he desired.

There were padded slips near the ankle restraints, and she saw that, when she was suspended, they would allow her feet to be placed on them and take the pressure from her arms. This simple addition to the frame made her relax into what she knew was about to happen. Genesis may have a sadistic streak, but he had never hurt her beyond what she could safely endure, not as Remington had, and he always soothed her when it was over. Her love and devotion to him would allow her to endure whatever test or torture he chose to put her through, because she trusted him completely. He had saved her from the hell that she had been drawn into by being spoilt, gullible and oh so stupid, and he had lavished his love and compassion on her, as well as showing her great patience and understanding.

Genesis helped her step up on the padded footrests, and locked her ankles in place. She stretched her arms up and put them in the restraints, hoping to show him how much she trusted and loved him. Genesis ran his hands up her sides once more, never tiring of the compact body, with the subtle curves, that she so willingly gave him now. He lightly brushed his palms over her nipples, before continuing up her arms, and finally to her wrists. He secured and locked her in place, and then started to walk away.

Her eyes followed him as the sweats that he wore hugged low on his hips, showing off the full length of his muscled back, and she held her breath until he turned back toward her and she could take in his muscled chest and abdomen. She loved every inch of his body, had savoured the taste of his skin, licked each throbbing vein in his cock, and feeling the restraints holding her in place, she craved the feel of him. Olivia's eyes stayed locked on him as he pressed a button on the wall opposite her, and she watched the panel slide away to display a range of equipment.

Genesis pulled out items of interest to him. Knowing that she was watching, he pulled out a set of clamps of a style that he hadn't used on her before. He moved to a different area and chose a flogger with stiffer leather thongs, rather than the soft suede straps she was used to. He also took an anal plug of a slightly larger size, to tease her little asshole with a bit of stretching. He smiled as he approached her again, placing the equipment on a nearby padded leather bench for ease of access.

Kissing her, he palmed her breasts, teasing the flesh out until his fingers found and played with her nipples, tweaking and twisting them as his tongue danced with hers, stealing her breath and the sweet sounds of pleasure she made. She gasped into his kiss as he closed the clamp on one sensitive nipple, and felt his cock jerk in pleasure against her stomach. He brushed his lips over hers as he attached the second clamp, allowing the gasp and accompanying whimper of pleasure to escape into the large room.

"Just breathe, baby," he murmured, capturing her mouth again as he pressed against her, his own chest putting pressure on the clamps, making her whimper louder. He reached around and stroked the soft skin of her ass, dipping his fingers deeper into the cleft between her cheeks with each pass.

Genesis broke the kiss and moved behind her, his hands running over her tummy and waist as he circled the frame that she hung from, loving the sight of her restrained like this. Taking the lube and plug from the bench as he went, he pulled her hips back as far as the restraints would allow, then sank to his knees behind her. Reaching out, he took hold of the sides of the lace panties that she still wore and pulled them up and apart, as he ripped them from her body, knowing the pain that she would feel as the lace pulled taut between her folds, before it was ripped away.

His hands cupped the firm globes of her ass and spread them, exposing the little dark star of her tightest hole. He kissed each cheek, lowering his hand to run gentle fingers from that dark star to her pussy, gathering her wetness and gliding it back to the tiny, tight hole. His other hand reached around her thigh to slide through her folds and over her clit, teasing her and giving her pleasure, as he continued to probe and open her for his use.

Olivia relaxed once more, as she focused all her attention on the pleasurable sensations she was feeling. Between the clamps on her nipples, and her Master teasing her tightest hole, added to the manipulations of the sensitive nub of flesh that sent tingles of pleasure through her, she could feel her need growing in intensity. She knew when she felt the harder surface of the plug start to press on her, stretching her around it, she would need to start begging for release soon. Her whimpers turned to mewls as the plug stretched her wider than usual, and her hips rocked forward to evade the large toy that he was forcing into her. Finally, he gave the plug a twist as it settled into place, and she knew that he watched her body shiver again at the uncomfortable intrusion.

Seeing her shiver, and hearing her whimpers become a higher pitch, Genesis quickly stood and, stepped back, reaching toward the bench to let the handle of the whip slip into his palm. He swung it, flicking his wrist and watching her squirm as the leather straps licked her flesh. Pale, raised welts arose immediately on her ass. He swung, again and again, spreading out the stinging welts all over her quickly-reddening cheeks. He moved around her then, barely giving her time to absorb each stroke before the next one fell. She was so beautiful like this, her teary eyes looking at his, filled with heat and need for this. Her passion seemed to match the unquenchable desire that he felt when she allowed him to treat her this way. His cock was straining in his loose pants, but he was determined to have her beg for her release.

"Breathe," he instructed again, as she cried out at the harsh whip of the flogger against her skin and the clamps on her breasts. "Breathe, baby." He closed the distance between them, kissing her and running the handle of the whip between her legs, as she rocked her hips against him, seeking more contact and release. He dropped the whip, then pressed two fingers deep inside her, curling them to find the rough, but sensitive, spot inside her, rubbing his fingers over it until she finally broke and said the words he had been waiting for.

"Master...please...pl... pl..." she begged, panting for breath, "Please let me cum."

This is what he had waited for. He stood behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust up, burying his cock inside her. With her hanging there, she was at just the perfect height for fucking. He thrust over and over, and then pushed on the plug and twisted it repeatedly, revelling in her cries of painful pleasure. He rode her hard, before bucking one final time and growled, "Cum with me, baby." He lurched up and forward, and went rigid as his cock jerked with each jet of cum it released.

Olivia cried, whimpered and squealed, her small body quivering and her pussy spasming around him, over and over as she came, each muscle inside clenching in orgasmic delight. She floated into that cloud of ecstasy, even as he pulled out of her and reached for the cuffs.

Genesis undid her wrist restraints, and then her ankles. He moved in front of her and placed his hands underneath her arms and lifted her to him. Olivia slipped her arms down around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. He kissed her, and then carried her to the back of the room and pushed another panel, which slid to concertina against the wall, revealing a huge wrought-iron bed with matching side tables. She was barely cognizant enough to look around to see that the room was bear with those exceptions. He laid her down, took the clamps from her nipples, making her arch and cry out again before he soothed her with his fingers and mouth. Despite having just cum minutes before, he began to make love to her, softer and more slowly, leaving the plug still firmly placed in her ass. Her moans filled the room as she came again, under his talented tongue, fingers and cock, and he claimed her properly for the first time in their new home, before letting her rest, as he cleaned and cared for her.

Knowing that he would not be required to wake early, and determined to spend at least the morning enjoying his girl, Genesis slipped into the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close, as he too rested for a little while, before enjoying her delicious submission again.

*****

Noah stretched and slowly turned his head to look at the woman asleep on the large bed beside him. She had built up a wall of pillows between them in case he got any ideas through the night. He smiled at the memory. The potent cocktails had gone to her head while he had stayed in the pool, working out the tension in his tight muscles as he swam lap after lap, not noticing the time, or the number of drinks she had obviously had in the short amount of time.

She'd barely spoken to him on the way back to the room, giving him sidelong looks that made him think he had upset her in some way, by swimming for so long. It was more than likely what had happened after dinner, but he wasn't prepared to broach the subject with an obviously angry and inebriated woman. Once back in the room, she had slammed the bathroom door and emerged ten minutes later in a skimpy camisole and tiny boxers that hugged her hips and ass. Ignoring his presence, she crawled onto the bed and collapsed onto her pillow without a word. When he emerged from the bathroom, she had built her pillow wall down the length of the bed, as if she thought that he would take advantage of her as she slept off the alcohol.

The thought that he would take advantage of her when she was sleeping, or unconscious, both infuriated and amused him and he had climbed into the bed and lay there, wondering how he could make things right between them when they were starting on the field of battle like this. It didn't help, he knew, that he had basically blackmailed her into letting him in on her plans and to act like a couple. She didn't think that she needed help, or saving from her own reckless behaviour, but he couldn't let her go off on her own again, to deal with the Suebi, who must know that she was the one who had found her sister's boat through her contact. It was a dangerous game that she was playing, and he had a bad feeling about it.

He slipped from the bed, gathering some clothes, and went to shower before Marcella woke. She was meeting a messenger today, and then they would have to wait, either to meet another messenger, or her contact, who would take her to Hermione's, or at least tell her how to find it. He had to admit that if she pulled it off, it would go a long way to proving the truth of her sister's story. There was anger in trusting someone who would betray their family, or even their clan, this way though, and he wasn't sure that Marcella hadn't been given the boat to build trust and put her in a more susceptible mood for when they tried to take advantage of her. He felt that there was more going on beneath what she told him but, for the moment, he was content that she had agreed to his involvement, and wasn't prepared to push her any harder just yet.

He didn't want to ruin the burgeoning trust that he was trying to build with her by voicing his misgivings, but he felt his protective tendencies bristling as he thought of her doing this alone, or trying to leave him behind. He knew that watchers would be looking on from afar, and he wouldn't call them in unless absolutely necessary, but he felt like he was playing this game of hers with one hand tied behind his back.

Exiting the bathroom, he noticed that she was sitting up in bed, thumbing through his phone. They had agreed to be honest and open with all things, including their phones, and he hoped that he had nothing incriminating on there. Not that he ever left messages of any importance on his phone, preferring to delete them as he went.

"Gideon apologised for what he said yesterday morning," Marcella said, offhandedly. "He seems to think that your decision to take some time off is his fault. Do you want to talk about what happened?" she asked curiously, her voice sickly sweet.

"Once you texted me, I gave up looking for you. I knew that you were resourceful enough to remain out of sight until you wanted to be found. Vivienne was beside herself, which put Gideon on edge, and he called me an asshole," he shrugged.

"But you found me anyway," she pointed out. "You didn't even tell your brothers?"

"He'd just yelled at me and called me an asshole in front of everyone at the hospital. What do you think?" he asked.

"What about Genesis?" she prodded. "He doesn't like me, so I doubt that he would have cared whether you gave up or not."

"He didn't, but he has enough on his mind with Olivia and her case, as well as having his moving plans interrupted by all the drama of your accident and disappearance. They're both pretty disappointed that they haven't had the time together that they thought they would. He likes you, by the way. You just make it very hard for him to show it, when you attack his relationship with your sister all the time."

"So, you didn't tell him that you were taking off, either?" She narrowed her eyes at him, as if daring him to lie to her.

"No, I found you by chance. I told you that. I talked to X and Dom, whom I was with at the hospital, about taking some time off, and they agreed, considering that Dom seemed barely affected by his surgery. Which, I am told, isn't unusual for the type of surgery he had. He has to take it easy, and his speech is a little off, as well as his balance, but they knew how overstretched I had been lately and told me to go and enjoy myself for a few days." Again, he shrugged. He had told her all of this the day before, but she was obviously testing him for some reason. "I take it that Gen messaged me as well?"

"You're a popular man. Your brothers and father, as well as Xavier, have all texted you already, this morning," she drawled, and rolled her eyes. She wished that one of those texts held something that hinted as to whether he had lied to her about just telling them that he was getting away for a few days. If so, she could renegotiate this stupid agreement, but there was nothing but love and warmth and wishes for him to take care of himself and recharge his batteries. "They all mention you not getting into too much trouble or something like that. Why would they all think you would get into trouble?"

"I did a lot of dumb shit when I was a kid. I earned the nickname 'Trouble' from Madrina, and, I guess, the rest of the family use it as a joke now. Like I am going on another risky adventure while I'm away from them," he said easily, not concerned at all by her questions.

"What sort of dumb shit did you used to do?" she asked, not having had the sort of childhood that allowed her to get up to any mischief.

"There was one summer when I built my own hang-glider. I guess I was about sixteen, maybe seventeen. It didn't fly very well. I broke my leg and got trapped on a cliff ledge. It took the Army Rescue Team to get to me off the cliff face, and then get me to hospital. I got in a fair bit of trouble over that one," he chuckled, enjoying the sound of her laughter as she heard his story. "I did a lot of dumb shit when I was younger, but even though I am a very serious, reliable and professional corporate lawyer these days, they don't let me forget it."

"Sounds like fun. I've always wanted to try that, and a multitude of other things, but life always seemed to get in the way. Maybe, once I'm sure Olivia is safe and happy here with your family, I will take some time to try all those things that I put in the 'one day' pile," she said, taking him by surprise with the insight into her life.

"I could take you. I have a tandem rig," Noah offered. "We'd have to go home, to the family farm, to get it though," he grinned.