The door to my office slid open and Marleana drug Five in by the hand. Five struggled to keep pace in the heels nearly falling.

In the center of the room Marleana barked, “Inspect.”

As Five assumed her inspection pose, hands at back of neck, feet spread shoulder length apart, Marleana glided over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

“Look,” she whispered in my ear. “I brought your new toy. Didn’t Daphne do an absolutely top-drawer effort making this dirtsider look like she belongs in Skye?”

My eyes were on Five. Her eyes quivered, possibly hoping for any sense of sympathy. She did this to herself when she signed the contract. Her hands were clasped behind her head forcing her chest out and nipples to show easily through the beaded top. Her legs spread just enough to show a hint of sex through the metallic fringe of the skirt. She was practically naked and able to watch as my gaze slid to all those spots she wished were covered.

I looked back into the domestic’s eyes, they still quivered, as if daring tears to slip free.

“I thought you were out for the evening,” I said to Marleana. “As did I. Sadly plans came apart and with nothing better to do, I returned here. Besides, Darling, I absolutely had to attend your breaking-in of the domestic. How could a dutiful wife skip the first night of her husband’s new plaything? It’s been a while, and I do so want to see you play with this one.”

It had been so long since I’d had a bed partner, I could feel the hunger creeping through my whole being.

“Well?” Marleana cooed, “Would you like me to help you with her? Nasty dirtgirl like her may have all sorts of dangerous tricks up her sleeves. Well, in that outfit, perhaps hidden somewhere else.”

“Thank you, wife,” I said as I walked past. “I think I can handle one little girl.”

“Oh, I know you can.”

To five I said evenly, “Lift your hands over your head.”

My fingers danced across the remote wand's controls. There was a tug at the domestic’s wrists. The Binds, the plain chrome rings around her wrists pulled up, holding her in place magnetically. Five’s breathing became ragged. I considered programming the Bind around her neck to prevent her from speaking but decided I wanted to hear the moaning she’d be making soon enough. I did dial the intensity of her senses up a few notches. Whether Five wanted what was about to happen or not one thing was certain, she would feel every touch, every caress, every thrust with heightened intensity.

Marleana had taken a seat on the edge of my glass work desk. She sported the ghost of a very wicked smile when I handed her the wand. If there was one thing Marleana enjoyed it was having the power or torture or pleasure over another.

I walked back towards Five. Tugs at her ankles told me that Marleana was locking those in place as well. The domestic was bound hands together overhead, and legs spread, practically hanging in mid-air. Five struggled a little, but there wasn’t much she could do. She opened her mouth as if to say something and I wondered if Marleana had taken her voice away.

Slowly I paced around the bound woman. My eyes devoured her flesh, the beaded dress did very little for modesty. Fives turned her head to watch me as I circled around her, inspecting her, never once looking her in the eyes. I wanted her to know I was judging her, thinking about all the ways I would use her, own her. I consumed her with my gaze. Drank in every curve. Imagining my hands on every inch of flesh, I savored the anticipation. I continued circling like a wolf ready to take down its prey.

Marleana leaned back on my desk, one hand opening the front of her dress, fingers tracing delicate patterns between her breasts. Her other hand held the remote, pointing it at the captured domestic, ready to shock the girls in an instant.

Unable to hold back any longer I reached out and touched the small of Five’s back. Fingers trace curves, coming around to her quivering belly. Five’s breath is ragged. The beads offer no protection, parting wherever my palm touches skin. The dress instead breaks the single sensation of hand on skin into a multitude of smaller discrete contacts. I can’t imagine what the sensation must feel like with the Binds’ amplifications.

Five is not the only one breathing heavily. Marleana scooted herself farther back on the desk, her dress open wider allowing her tiny, pointed breasts to spill free. She caressed herself from chest to tummy and shot me a ravenous look urging me to get on with it.

Five muttered under her breath, “You sick fucks.”

Marleana laughed, then flicked the wand. Five gasped and her body went rigid. Only for a moment. She slumped and exhaled shaking.

“That was the first setting deary. Each outburst will see it increased.”

Five looked up at me, eyes pleading. I leaned down to her, the stubble of my jaw brushing against her neck as I whispered, “You don’t want to enflame her.”

My rough hands reached up to circle her wrists. Fingers spread and began descending down along her arms. Her breath hitched, I could only imagine what it must feel like with the Binds amplifying every sensation. I traced the gentle curves of her arms, down to elbow, lower still across upper arms. I was exploring her, my property. I could feel the animal within stirring.

I wanted to lean in and bite the delicate neck. Devour her. Consumer her. Every whimper egged me on, defied me to take her, right then and there. I wanted to lose all control, get lost in her. Hear her cries, feel her struggle and writhe beneath me.

I yearned to fuck Helena like nothing else before.