Chapter 8: trapped

In the afternoon, Aaron returned to her side, his expression a mix of concern and hunger. He handed her a glass of water and a small bag filled with arnica, aloe gel, and vitamin pills. “For the marks,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “And these will help with the bruising.”

Her eyes were glazed and tired as she took the items, the weight of his gaze on her bare skin like a tangible force. She knew what he meant—the marks from the chastity belt, the love bites from the night before. The serum had worn off, but the remnants of her submission lingered like a ghost, a constant reminder of who she belonged to.

Aaron’s fingers traced the bruises along her neck, a gentle touch that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. “You’ll need to be careful,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “No one can know about this, remember the rules” He handed her the makeup, his eyes never leaving hers as he explained the steps to cover the evidence.

The concealer was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered from their previous encounters. She watched in the mirror as he guided her hand, showing her how to blend the colors until the marks were all but invisible. The act was strangely intimate, a secret shared between them that made her heart race.

“Remember,” Aaron murmured, his breath hot against her ear, “if anyone asks, it’s bedbugs. We don’t want unnecessary questions. Rule 4. You haven’t forgotten. Yes?.” His hand hovered over her neck, his thumb tracing the edge of the concealed bruises. The lie felt thick on her tongue, but she nodded, knowing that the truth was something she couldn’t share.

As Aaron left the room, Claire couldn’t shake the question that had been plaguing her since the night Alex had found the serum. Why had Marcus made her text Alex like that? It was a line she had never dared to cross before, and the aftermath had left her feeling both exhilarated and nauseous. Was it all just a game to them, or did they truly want to keep her ensnared in this web of submission and deceit?

The coldness of the glass of water in her hand was a stark contrast to the warmth of the room she had just left. She took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down her throat, as she tried to piece together the puzzle that had become her life. If Marcus and Aaron never wanted anyone to know about their darker desires, why were they pushing her to flirt with Alex? Was it to prove their dominance over her, or was there some twisted logic that she couldn’t quite grasp?

Her thoughts were interrupted as her eyes fell on her phone. The screen showed a message from Alex, delivered hours earlier, his words echoing in her mind: “I can’t wait to see you latet” A shiver ran down her spine. The anticipation of the meeting was a mix of dread and excitement. How could she keep up this charade, pretending everything was normal while her body craved their every command?

Her hand trembled as she replied, “Missed you. I wanna see you too. “ It was a simple message, but it contained a world of meaning. She had missed the comfort of her old life, missed the Alex she knew before the serum had twisted her desires. But she had also missed the all-consuming high of submission, the way Marcus and Aaron had made her feel so alive.

As she stepped out after applying the makeup, sunlight streamed from the windows over her bruised and marked body, she couldn’t help but think about the evening to come. Would she be able to hide the evidence of her betrayal? Would Alex suspect anything? The thought of his anger was terrifying, but the thought of his finding out, of losing her newfound power and belonging, was unbearable. The bruises were hidden now, but the marks on her soul were permanent. As she stared into the mirror, the reflection looking back at her was a stranger, a woman whose desires had been hijacked by a potent cocktail of lust and fear. She didn’t recognize herself anymore.

The door clicked shut after Aaron departed, leaving her alone in the quiet room. The scent of their combined sweat and arousal hung in the air like a musky perfume, a silent testament to the night’s events. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in her chest, and picked up her phone. Alex’s message was still there, a stark reminder of the life she was leaving behind.

Aaron had left the room, retreating to his study, the door closing with a soft click. The silence was almost deafening, the only sound the distant tick of a clock echoing through the hallway. Claire took a shaky breath, her eyes darting around the room. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air. She couldn’t help but feel like a piece of meat, used and discarded for their pleasure.

Her hand trembled as it reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. The chilly liquid slid down her throat, cooling the fire that still burned within her. The vitamins lay on the bedside table, a harmless-looking collection of pills and capsules. She had no idea that one of those innocuous pills contained the serum that had changed her life, that had made her crave their touch, their dominance. The hidden camera, a tiny black orb in the corner of the room, recorded her every move with a cold, unblinking eye. It had captured her descent into submission, the way she had begged and pleaded for more. The footage was a silent testament to the power that Marcus and Aaron wielded over her. Yet, she remained blissfully ignorant of the digital cage they had constructed around her.

Aaron sat in his study, the laptop’s glow casting shadows on his face. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he sent the latest recordings to Joe, the anticipation of their shared victory palpable in the air. Each click of the mouse was like a whispered secret, a silent declaration of their dominance over Claire. The videos were meticulously edited, showcasing her in her most vulnerable moments, her eyes glazed with desire and pain.

Joe’s response came quickly: “Magnificent. Any complications or can we proceed for delivery next month?” Aaron allowed himself a small smile, the thrill of their success coursing through his veins. The serum had worked even better than he had hoped, turning Claire into their willing plaything. The thought of her lying in bed, dreaming of them, made his cock throb.

Marcus looked up from his own device, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Looks like Joe’s happy,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “He wants to move ahead with the next phase.”

Aaron’s gaze drifted back to the screen, the images of Claire’s contorted face still burned into his retina. “The message to Alex was a stroke of genius,” he murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. Marcus nodded, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Two reasons,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “They break harder when they have no support, no one to rely on.” The words hung in the air like a dark promise, a declaration of war on the very fabric of Claire’s psyche. “ We isolate her, make her feel like she has no one else but us.” The idea sent a thrill through Aaron, his cock twitching at the thought of Claire’s desperation. “How do you think he will react when he finds out?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “The poor boy’s gonna be devastated, no doubt about it.”

Marcus leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “It’s the perfect storm,” he mused. “ ... She’ll be lost without him. And we’ll be there, ready to pick up the pieces.” His voice was cold, the gleam in his eye unmistakable. The thought of the pain was a delicious dessert, a sweet morsel to savor.

“And the second reason,” Aaron enquired, his curiosity piqued. Marcus’ smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with an eerie light. “A toy should get comfortable being displayed,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Next time, it might not be her boyfriend she’s shown off to.” The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Unaware of the sinister plot being woven around her, Claire was packing up her things, her thoughts racing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, a dissonance between the love she had for Alex and the desires that now ruled her. The chastity belt lay open on the dresser, a silent sentinel of her submission. She slipped it into her bag with trembling hands, feeling the weight of her secret pressing down on her shoulders.

As she pulled on her clothes, the fabric whispered against her bruised skin, a gentle caress that brought back the memories of the night before. The pain was a strange comfort, a reminder of the power she had given to Marcus and Aaron. She knew she couldn’t keep this up forever, but the thought of letting go was terrifying.

Aaron’s car pulled up outside the villa, the engine purring like a beast waiting to claim its next victim. She slid into the passenger seat, the leather cold against her bare legs. His eyes raked over her, a predatory smile playing on his lips as he took in her disheveled appearance. He didn’t speak, but the silence was louder than any words could ever be.