Playtime

She wasn't alone for long this time. He was back before she could even catch her breath. It was strange how fast she had adapted to the routine they'd had thus far; he'd do something to her, and leave her alone to think about it. Perhaps he knew how familiar the routine had become, and that was why he was back sooner. That, or he had something else in store for her.



"Veronica," it wasn't the voice she knew. She jerked hard against her restraints, trying to get away from this new man. "Oh Veronica." His words were gentle, spoken with a disturbing tenderness. He stroked her, starting at her shoulders, kneading and rubbing and massaging her in a way that might have been pleasant in another situation. He was silent for a while as his hands roamed over her skin.



"You're so beautiful," His hands continued their motion, rubbing over her flesh, working downward. "I knew I had to have you the moment I first saw you.



"Do you remember, Veronica?" His hands paused. A moment passed in silence. When she made no move to answer him, he slapped her ass. Hard. It made her still-tender flesh burn with searing heat and pain."Answer me when I ask you a question, slave." His voice was firm, leaving no room for challenge, no gentleness remaining for her.



"N- No." She struggled to get the words out. Afraid of what he might do if she didn't obey. Even knowing that he would probably hurt her, she had to fight the urge to resist him. Was it more important to live so she could maybe one day escape, or was it more important to hold onto herself? The answer didn't come to her.



"No...? No, what, Veronica." He stroked once more, rubbing the place he had just struck. "What am I?"



There was only one answer which wouldn't get her hurt. She knew it instinctually. Still, it was hard to bite down on her smart-ass reply. She wanted to be herself, but to do that, she was going to have to play his game.



"No, Master." The words were bitter in her mouth.



He clucked his tongue. "Maybe I can refresh your memory." His fingers were on the back of her head, fussing with her blindfold. It fell away quickly. Her eyes, so accustomed to the darkness of the blindfold teared up. She squinted, making out a dark form directly in front of her. It moved, and she knew it was him. But it was still too bright to make out details. He waited, unmoving for long minutes as she struggled to focus.



When she did, she gasped. Oh, she knew him alright.



Dark hair, cropped short and close to his head. A fresh scar near his temple, the hair even shorter where it had been shaved . Thick brows, and piercing blue eyes. His nose was straight, his lips full. Stubble dusted a strong jaw. She didn't even like men and she'd had to admit he was handsome.



He'd spoken to her once, at the 188. He'd seemed so... kind then. The eyes focused on her now were anything but. He was just a traveler, she'd thought. She'd shared a few drinks with him, and he'd left. The next morning she'd had a killer hangover, and he left, heading to New Vegas. She had thought that would be the end of it.



Clearly, it wasn't.



"Do you know what you told me?" He stood, stepping out of her line of sight. "What secrets you revealed when you'd had a few of my special drinks?"

His fingers brushed her thighs, sending a shiver up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if hoping that small denial would make this all a nightmare. But his fingers were still on her, his voice still continued.



"You told me all about them. Where to find them," his caress was gentle. So soft that she didn't realize where his hand had gone until his fingers parted her folds. "What their weaknesses were," he deftly circled her bud, sending jolts of sensation through her limbs. "What it would take to infiltrate." He slid his finger into her, quickly. She was still so wet from earlier that he found no resistance.



He thrust a few times, his thumb brushing her clit with every move. It was too much. She couldn't help bucking her hips against his hand, her body wanting more even as her mind screamed at her to get the hell out of there. In a smooth motion, he withdrew his hand and thrust himself into her instead, stretching her, making her gasp. It was too much. Too much. He growled low in his throat and grabbed her hips, holding her steady while he slammed into her. With every thrust she gasped, the traitorous sensations of pleasure overwhelming her. She came, hard. Still he kept going until he'd reached his own climax. He stayed inside her until he softened and his breathing steadied.



"We're leaving here tonight," He said finally, breaking the silence. "You're coming with me on a grand adventure." He stepped in front of her, stooped down and placed a kiss on her lips. She grimaced, and glared at him mutely. He would pay for that. He would pay for everything she'd suffered at his hand or in his name, even if it was the last thing she did.



"I have plans, for you, Veronica." He continued, as if oblivious to her hatred. The bastard smiled at her, a wicked smile that did not bode well for anyone. She could hear the pleasure in his voice. "You're going to help me take down the Brotherhood of Steel."