Chapter 10: A Distraction for the Waiting
The lock’s thud echoed in the sudden quiet, a vault door sealing them in a gilded cage.Bella stood at the kitchen island, her fingers tracing the cold marble. The travel mugs were clean, lined up like soldiers. The scent of coffee and sex hung in the air, a conflicting aroma of domesticity and raw possession.
Mina broke the silence with a soft cluck of her tongue. She pushed off the doorway and walked to the vast windows, peering down at the ant-like traffic thirty stories below.“Tenth Street is a fifteen-minute drive without traffic. With traffic, with caution, with potential surveillance… call it forty minutes minimum. Plus whatever the fuck they have to do. We’ve got time.”
Bella felt the jittery energy, the fear for Nico and Luca, condensing into a tight coil in her stomach.She needed to move. She grabbed a clean cloth from a drawer, ran it under hot water, and began meticulously wiping down the already-spotless counters.The action was rhythmic, meditative. She moved to the lower cabinets, bending at the waist to reach the smooth, lacquered wood near the floor.
The hem of Nico’s t-shirt, already riding high, inched up further, exposing the full, pale curves of her ass. The evening sun, cutting in low and gold through the western windows, caught the tiny, exquisite glint of gold nestled between her cheeks.
From across the room, Mina let out a low, liquid groan. It wasn’t a sound of desire alone; it was appreciation, ownership, heat.
“I can think of a few better ways to pass the time than cleaning, tesoro,” Mina purred, her voice a smoky promise.
Bella heard the soft pad of bare feet on marble.She didn’t stand up. She kept wiping, the cloth moving in slow circles, presenting herself.A silent invitation.A claiming of her own fear.
Mina’s hands were suddenly on her hips, not gentle, but deliberate. Her thumbs pressed into the dimples of Bella’s lower back.“Such a pretty picture,” Mina murmured. In one smooth, strong motion, she spun Bella around to face her, then dropped to her knees on the hard floor.
Bella braced her hands on the counter’s edge, looking down. Mina’s dark eyes were level with her cunt. Mina hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Bella’s panties and tugged them down her thighs, letting them pool around her ankles. The cool penthouse air kissed her exposed flesh, followed by the warm, startling softness of Mina’s breath.
“Fuck,” Mina exhaled, the word a prayer. She used her thumbs again, this time to spread Bella’s outer lips, revealing the slick, pink inner flesh and the delicate, swollen clitoris adorned with its simple gold ring.The sunset glow made the metal seem to burn. “That is so fucking pretty. He has good taste, our Luca.”
Then she leaned in, and her tongue—broad, wet, and relentlessly precise—swiped a long, firm stroke from Bella’s perineum up over the pierced nub.
Bella gasped, her fingers curling against the marble.The sensation was electric, doubly intense because of the metal.Mina didn’t tease. She zeroed in on the clit, her tongue circling the ring, flicking it, then sealing her lips around the entire bundle of nerves and metal and sucking, hard.
“Oh God, Mina—” Bella choked out, her head falling back.
Mina answered by plunging her tongue deep inside Bella’s cunt, spearing into her, fucking her with it in shallow, rapid thrusts that made Bella’s hips jerk. Then she returned to the clit, sucking and flicking with a focused intensity that left no room for gentle build-up.This was not about seduction. This was about release, about marking time with pulse and shudder.
“You taste like them,” Mina moaned against her, the vibration rippling through Bella’s core. “Like Nico’s cum and Luca’s sweat. You taste like ours.” She slid two fingers into Bella’s dripping channel, crooking them upward, finding a spot that made Bella see bursts of white light behind her closed eyelids. Mina fucked her with those fingers in a deep, corkscrewing motion while her mouth never left her clit, sucking the ring, torturing the hypersensitive flesh around it.
The orgasm tore through Bella with violent, unexpected speed. It was less a wave and more a detonation, starting in her toes and seizing her entire body in a rigid arc. A raw, ragged cry ripped from her throat, echoing off the hard surfaces of the vast room. She shook, her knees threatening to give way.Mina didn’t stop. She gentled her mouth but kept the pressure, kept her fingers moving slowly inside, milking the contractions, until Bella’s cries subsided into whimpers. Only then did she lean back on her heels, wiping her glistening chin with the back of her hand.Her dark eyes were gleaming with conquest and something softer.
“That’s one,” Mina said, her voice husky.She stood, her own body flushed with arousal. “We’ve got hours, tesoro.”
Bella, breathing heavily, straightened up. The fear for the men was still there, but it was banked now, transformed into a different kind of energy. She looked at Mina, really looked at her—the defiant set of her mouth, the possessiveness in her gaze. Bella reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and traced the line of Mina’s jaw. Then she let her fingers drift down, over the pulse in her throat, to the collar of the dress shirt she wore.Bella began to undo the buttons, one by one.
Mina watched her, a slow smile spreading. “What are you doing?”
“Returning the favor,” Bella whispered, her voice still unsteady but clear. “And leveling the field.”
She pushed the shirt off Mina’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She kissed her then, deep and searching, tasting herself on Mina’s tongue. She guided her backward, toward the deep burgundy leather of the main couch. Mina sank into it, her body a contrast of taut muscle and soft curves against the dark leather.
Bella knelt on the floor before her, mirroring Mina’s position.She parted Mina’s thighs, inhaling her musky, intimate scent. She didn’t hesitate. She buried her face in Mina’s cunt, her tongue delving deep, learning
her tongue exploring the folds and muscles with a desperate focus that was both worship and escape. She tasted salt and musk and the lingering tang of Nico, and she drank it in, her fingers digging into Mina’s thighs to hold her still, to hold her close. The world narrowed to this: the sound of wet friction, Mina’s hitched breaths, the coiled tension in her own belly that was part fear for the men and part pure, molten need.
Mina’s head fell back against the leather, a ragged “Fuck, Bella…” tearing from her lips. Her hands fisted in Bella’s red hair, not guiding, just holding on as Bella learned what made her gasp, what made her hips jerk. Bella found a rhythm, her tongue flattening against Mina’s clit before spearing inside again, her nose pressed against the coarse, dark hair at the apex of her thighs. She was losing herself in it, the act a talisman against the waiting silence, against the image of Nico and Luca walking into a breach.
Then Mina’s phone, discarded on the coffee table, buzzed against the mahogany.Once.Twice.
Mina’s eyes snapped open, a dark, knowing gleam in them. She didn’t push Bella away. Instead, she stretched one arm out, her fingers searching until they closed around the device.She brought it up, tapping the screen awake with a slick thumb. The glow illuminated her sweaty face, her smirk.“Keep going, tesoro. Don’t you stop,” Mina commanded, her voice husky with pleasure. She angled the phone downward, the camera’s view finding Bella’s flushed face buried between her legs, her red hair a vivid contrast against Mina’s pale skin.The click of the digital shutter was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Bella stilled for a second, the sound a shock of modernity in their primal space. Mina’s hand tightened in her hair. “I said don’t stop,” she growled, pushing Bella’s face back into her. Bella obeyed, her tongue lapping with renewed urgency as Mina’s thumbs moved over the screen.Mina typed, her breaths coming in short pants as she worked. “Be safe.Our little Bella is nervous you idiots will get hurt. So I’m going to play with her in the playroom to distract her…” She paused, biting her lip as Bella’s mouth did something particularly clever. “I wonder how many squirting orgasms I can get out of her before you boys get home… how many orgasms I can get out of her by just playing with her sexy little pink nipples. Bella does so much for us so I’m thinking of a full Bella orgasmathon or squirtathon and I’ll record it for you.My god this girl is a fucking goddess with her mouth.”
She hit send. The whoosh sound seemed to hang in the air. Bella moaned against her, the humiliation of being discussed, of being planned, sending a fresh bolt of liquid heat straight to her own core. Mina’s hips began to roll, meeting Bella’s tongue in a frantic rhythm. She typed another message, faster now.“Seriously. Come home safe to us you big dumb adorable lugs.”
Another whoosh. She tossed the phone back onto the table where it clattered, then used both hands to clutch Bella’s head, holding her in place as her thighs began to tremble. “Make me come, baby.Right now. Show me what our little goddess can do.”
Bella doubled her efforts, sucking Mina’s clit into her mouth, fluttering her tongue against the hard bud, and felt the moment it happened. Mina’s body arched, a silent scream on her lips before a guttural, shattered cry broke free. Her cunt clenched around nothing, pulsating, and a hot rush of wetness coated Bella’s chin. Bella drank it, swallowed it, until Mina collapsed back, spent and trembling.The phone buzzed again, insistently. Two separate alerts.Mina, still breathing heavily, laughed a breathless laugh and grabbed it. She held it so Bella could see the screen too.Nico’s message was first. Fucking hell you two.And yes, you better record it.Mina you better get off some as well. Our girl Bella is a giver and she gets off on giving pleasure.
Luca’s followed immediately. Also if you have figured it out she is submissive and likes you dominating her, humiliation… Give her a full tour of the playroom.Record it. And you both will get a reward.A fresh, sharp thrill cut through Bella’s post-oral haze.They knew. They saw her. The submissive streak she’d tried to hide, the way humiliation twisted into arousal inside her—they’d mapped it, named it, and were now commanding its use.
Mina slid off the couch, her legs slightly unsteady. She looked down at Bella, who still knelt on the floor, chin glistening.“You heard them, tesoro. The bosses have spoken.” She offered a hand.“Up. The playroom awaits.”
Bella took her hand, rising.Her own need was a live wire now, buzzing beneath her skin. Mina led her not to the main bedroom, but to a sleek, polished door tucked beside the master suite that Bella had assumed was a closet.Mina pressed her thumb to a biometric scanner hidden in the wood grain. A soft beep, and a heavy lock disengaged with a solid thunk.
The door swung inward.Mina flipped a switch, and soft, indirect LED lighting cascaded down the walls.
It was not a bedroom.It was a chamber.
The air smelled of clean leather, oiled metal, and the faint, sterile scent of antiseptic. One wall was lined with dark, polished walnut racks, not for guns, but for an arsenal of pleasure and pain. Silken ropes in every color hung in precise coils.Gleaming stainless steel shackles dangled from hooks. There were paddles of smooth leather and perforated rubber, floggers with falls of supple suede and braided nylon.A St. Andrew’s cross, crafted from black lacquered wood and fitted with heavy steel rings, stood anchored in a corner.
In the center of the room was a strange, padded table with multiple articulating arms and restraints.A professional medical examination lamp stood nearby. A large mirror covered one entire wall. On a low shelf, Bella saw an array of vibrators, plugs, and other toys, all meticulously arranged beside bottles of lube and clean towels.
“Nico’s… meditation space,” Mina said, her voice echoing slightly in the acoustically dampened room. She walked to the rack, her fingers trailing over a flogger. “Luca prefers the more direct approach, but Nico… Nico appreciates precision. Do you see that table?” She pointed to the central apparatus.“It’s called a gynecological chair. For the club, they’d use it for training, for showing guests how a girl can be… displayed. For us, tonight…” She turned, her eyes dark and commanding.“It’s for your orgasmathon. Get on it.”
Bella’s heart hammered against her ribs. She walked to the cold, padded table, the vinyl sticking slightly to her bare thighs.She climbed onto it, lying back. The positioning was brutally clinical; her legs fell naturally apart, bent at the knees, her feet resting in cold metal stirrups that extended from the table’s base.
Mina approached, her movements purposeful. She picked up a small, remote-controlled camera from a charging dock and mounted it on a tripod, aiming it directly at Bella’s exposed cunt. She switched it on; a tiny red light glowed. “Smile for the boys,” she whispered, her tone devoid of warmth.Then she went to work. She used wide, soft leather cuffs to secure Bella’s wrists to the table’s arms. They were snug, not cruel, but completely inescapable.Bella tested them, a shiver of terrified excitement racing through her. She was utterly bound, utterly open.
Mina stood between her splayed legs, looking down at the glistening, pierced flesh on display.“Such a pretty, pink pussy.All for us. And you’re just a vessel, aren’t you? A beautiful, clever little cunt waiting to be filled and used.” The words were laced with condescension, a verbal slap that made Bella flinch and clench simultaneously.A fresh trickle of arousal seeped from her.
“Watch yourself,” Mina ordered, nodding toward the mirror on the wall. Bella turned her head and saw the obscene image: her own body, pale and vulnerable, strapped to the unforgiving furniture, legs wide, every secret part visible under the harsh clinical light.The gold ring glinted. The humiliation was exquisite, scalding.Mina didn’t touch her sex first. Instead, she leaned down, her mouth hovering over Bella’s left breast. She took the hardened, pink nipple into her mouth, sucking it harshly, then biting down with just enough pressure to make Bella cry out. Her teeth scraped the sensitive peak before her tongue soothed it. She moved to the other breast, repeating the torture, her hands pinching and rolling the flesh she wasn’t mouthing.
The sensation was shockingly intense, a direct line of fire to her clit. Bella writhed against the restraints, mewling sounds escaping her lips. Mina alternated between cruel bites and soft, kittenish licks, never settling into a pattern, keeping Bella on a razor’s edge. She moved her mouth lower, tracing a wet path down Bella’s stomach, but bypassed her cunt completely, instead licking and biting the tender skin of her inner thighs.
“Please,” Bella whimpered, the word torn from her.
“Please what?” Mina’s voice was cool as she straightened up, wiping her mouth.She picked up a small, bullet-shaped vibrator.
“Please… touch me.”
“Where?” Mina demanded, turning the vibrator on.It emitted a low, threatening buzz.
Bella swallowed, the word thick and filthy on her tongue. “My pussy.”
Mina raised an eyebrow.“Your pussy what?”
“My pussy… needs it. Please.”
With a smirk, Mina finally lowered the buzzing tip to Bella’s clit. The effect was instantaneous, electric.Bella jerked in the cuffs, a sharp cry ripped from her throat. Mina held it there, the relentless vibration against the metal piercing sending shockwaves through her entire body. She didn’t move it, just let the machine do its work, observing Bella’s face with clinical detachment as recorded by the camera.The orgasm built with terrifying speed, a pressure with no release. Mina saw the tension coiling, the frantic rise of her hips. Just as Bella was about to break, Mina pulled the vibrator away.The denial was a physical pain. Bella sobbed, her body trembling.“Squirt for us, Bella. That’s the game,” Mina said, her voice low.“You don’t get to come until you squirt. Show the boys how well you can perform.” She lowered her head then, her tongue lashing Bella’s clit in fast, brutal flicks while two fingers curled deep inside her, pressing upward on that spongy, inner wall.It was too much, the stimulation too precise, the command too absolute. The pressure snapped. A gush of clear fluid erupted from Bella, not a trickle but a hot, sudden rush that soaked the vinyl beneath her and splashed Mina’s chin. A broken, gasping scream accompanied it, her body convulsing against the restraints as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her.
Before the last tremor had even subsided, Mina’s mouth was back on her breast, sucking hard, her fingers still working inside her, relentless. “Good girl,” Mina murmured against her damp skin.“That was one. Now let’s see how many more this greedy little cunt has in it.” She reached for the vibrator again, its buzz now the most terrifying and promising sound in the world. The camera’s red light stared, unblinking.Somewhere in the city, Nico and Luca were seeing it. And they were coming home.
Mina wiped her chin with the back of her hand, never breaking eye contact with the camera’s red light. A slow, dangerous smile spread across her face. “That one,” she said, her voice a husky taunt aimed at the lens, “was free. Just like me eating you out in the kitchen.” She walked to the walnut rack, her hips swaying, and selected a small, black metal device from a shelf. It clicked under her thumb, a sharp, plastic sound in the quiet room. She held it up. “But now, sweet girl, the game has rules.”
Bella, still panting and trembling from the release, watched the clicker in Mina’s hand as if it were a viper. Her wrists strained softly against the cuffs.
Mina paced slowly beside the table, the clicker ticking like a morbid metronome. “The rules of our little Bella Orgasm-a-thon, Squirt-a-thon, are simple. We don’t leave this room until the boys get home. Everything I want from you is required. We go until the battery dies.” She leaned close, her breath hot on Bella’s ear. “Forty-eight hours of pure Bella squirting orgasms. You count them, Bella. You tell me you’re coming. If you mess up the count…” She held the clicker before Bella’s eyes. “…punishment.” She clicked it once. The tally was now one.
“If you orgasm without telling me…” Mina’s fingers found Bella’s abused nipple, pinching the swollen peak hard, twisting. Bella cried out, her back arching off the cold vinyl. “…punishment.” She kissed Bella then, a deep, bruising invasion of her mouth. As their lips met, another wave, smaller but sharp, rippled through Bella’s core—a leftover tremor that crested into a sudden, silent climax. Her cunt fluttered emptily around nothing.
Mina pulled back, her eyes gleaming. “Tsk, tsk, baby girl. You didn’t say you were coming. That’s a punishment. You came without permission.” She clicked the device twice more in rapid succession. Click-click. The tally was now three. “Now be a good girl and tell me. What are your safe words?”
Bella’s mind swam, humiliation and unwanted pleasure mingling into a dizzying cocktail. “I… I don’t…”
Mina’s hand slid between Bella’s splayed legs, two fingers sliding effortlessly into her soaked, sensitive flesh. She curled them, pressing up relentlessly. “You have safe words. Everyone in this room does. What. Are. They?” She scissored her fingers, the stretch burning.
“Red!” Bella gasped, the word torn from her. “Red for stop!”
“And?” Mina crooned, her fingers still moving, a slow, torturous fuck.
“Yellow! Yellow for… for caution, slow down!”
“Good girl.” Mina withdrew her fingers, shiny with Bella’s arousal, and sucked them clean. “Remember them. You’ll need them.” She then reached for a narrow shelf beneath the table and retrieved a long, sleek wand vibrator. It was black, menacing, its head wider than a silver dollar. She turned it on. The low hum filled the room, a vibration Bella felt in her teeth.
“Now,” Mina said, her tone all business. “You’re at three. Let’s make it an even four.” She didn’t bother with tease. She pressed the humming head directly against Bella’s over-sensitized clit, holding it there with firm pressure.
Bella shrieked. It was too much, an immediate, shocking overload that bordered on pain. She thrashed against the restraints, the leather cuffs biting into her skin. “Please! Mina, please, it’s too—!”
“You’re not saying the safe words,” Mina observed coolly, adjusting the vibrator to a higher setting. The buzz deepened, turning into a roar. “So I assume you can take it. Now, tell me. Tell me you’re going to come.”
The sensation was a white-hot brand. It shredded coherent thought. Her body, treacherous and trained, was already climbing again, a puppet to the relentless vibration. “I’m… I’m going to come!” she sobbed, the confession itself a scalding humiliation.
“Louder.”
“I’M GOING TO COME!” Bella screamed, her voice raw.
Mona moved the wand in small, tight circles. “Then do it. Squirt for the camera. For them. Now.”
It was a command her body had no choice but to obey. The orgasm exploded out of her, a violent seizure of muscle and nerve. Another gush of fluid erupted, soaking the table and splattering Mina’s wrist. Bella’s scream was a broken, continuous sound. Click. Mina’s thumb pressed the counter. Four.
She didn’t remove the wand. She kept it pressed tight, through the convulsions, through the unbearable sensitivity. “Again,” she whispered.
“I can’t! I can’t, please!” Bella begged, tears streaming down her temples into her hair.
“I love your begging, beautiful,” Mina murmured, her free hand pinching Bella’s nipple again, a sharp counterpoint to the blurring vibration below. “But it doesn’t change the rules. Tell me.”
The pain and pleasure fused into an indistinguishable agony of sensation. Another climax, weaker but sharp as a razor, was ripped from her. A small, hot trickle followed the earlier flood. Click. Five.
Mona finally pulled the wand away. Bella sobbed in relief, her body going limp, a damp, trembling mess on the table. The silence was broken only by her ragged breaths and the faint electronic hum still lingering in the air.
Mina set the wand aside. She picked up a soft cloth, dipped it in a basin of warm water she’d prepared earlier, and began to gently clean Bella’s thighs, her stomach. The tenderness was a shock. “You’re doing so well,” she whispered, wiping the tears from Bella’s cheeks. “They are going to lose their minds watching this.”
She moved to the shelf and selected a different toy—a smooth, obsidian glass dildo, cold and formidable. She warmed it in the basin, then coated it in slick, clear lube. “We’re moving on,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering. “You need to be filled. It’ll help you squirt deeper next time.” She positioned the rounded tip at Bella’s stretched, glistening entrance. “Tell me you want it.”
Bella, her mind fraying, could only nod.
“Use your words, tesoro.”
“I want it,” Bella whispered, the submission complete.
Mina pushed the glass inside. It was a smooth, relentless invasion, a cold, hard fullness that stole Bella’s breath. It stretched her beautifully, profoundly. Mina slid it almost all the way out, then back in, a slow, fucking rhythm that made Bella feel every ridged inch. “Count your next one for me, Bella. Be a good girl and count.”
She reached between Bella’s legs with her other hand, her fingers finding the swollen, pierced clit again. The dual sensation—the deep, filling pressure and the precise, circling touch—began a new, slow build. The humiliation of being used like this, of performing, of being counted, fed the fire in her belly.
“I’m… I’m going to come,” Bella choked out, her voice a ragged thread. “Number six. I’m going to come.”
“Show me,” Mina breathed, her own arousal evident in the flush on her chest, the tightness of her nipples.
Bella clenched around the glass, her body bowing as the climax tore through her, less gushing this time but a deep, pulsing rush. Click. Six.
Mona didn’t stop. She fucked her with the glass dildo through the aftershocks, her fingers a constant, maddening tease. “You can do better than that,” she taunted softly. “They want a show. Let’s give them a river.”
Bella’s world dissolved into a haze of sensation, of clicker sounds, of Mina’s voice commanding and praising in turn. The numbers blurred. Seven was a shivering, weak thing. Eight was a surprise, pulled from her by Mina’s tongue while the glass still sat buried inside her. Click. Click.
Time lost meaning. The red light of the camera was a steady, unblinking eye. The playroom was their entire universe—a universe of vinyl, leather, cold glass, and the ever-present, mounting tally.
Somewhere during the haze of what might have been orgasm eleven, the distant, heavy thud of the penthouse’s main door echoed through the silence.
They were home.