Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

8. Show Case

(Warning:graphic violence, dominating,cult,explicit sexual content, having sex in front of people, held against your will,sexual abuse,drugs)

I have a worker guide me into the waiting area before Timothée and I enter the showcase cage. It's literally designed like cage. They have us enter from different sides like animals.
The people on the other side of the glass watch others having sex as they get themselves off.
If you don't follow the specific showcase rituals and rules you're punished by Tom in too many horrific ways to imagine.

We can't see outside but they can see inside.I sit there in my white silk robe as I to accept that all of this is really happening.I never thought Tom would do this to us, but given the monster he is, I don't know how I put in past him that this day would come.

"They're almost ready for you." the worker says, as she sticks her head through the door which brings me to reality.

"Amelia, it's time." the worker approaches in attempt to escort me out.

I suck in my breathe like it's my last before sitting up. All I have to do is pretend like its just me and Timothée.

I walk into the sheer cage in only the white silk robe and my matching white heels.Timothée is standing there already, in his black robe with pitiful eyes that melt into mine.

"Act one." We hear over the speaker.

The Acts are the order in which the rituals follow. I lock my eyes into Timothée's green eyes.
As long as I keep my eyes on him,everything will be okay.

I see him slowly unfasten his robe hand which leaves him completely bare underneath.The lighting is harsh but gleaming and I start to unfasten my robe in response.

Timothée's face is in mourning as he watches me drop the robe the floor.I know this is killing him.It's devastating to him to know people on the other side will see me naked,Even if I'm naked with him.

We start to walk towards each other and he looks to me full of regret, as if he is the cause of all of this.I just want to hold him.

"Act 2." the sound over the speaker returns.

Timothée nods at me, asking for approval and h sees me accept then pushes my head down and watches me kneel infront of him.

Absolute dominance.

I look up at him while he stands over me.All of me shatters when I see him try to keep his face from crumbling. I kneel and place my hands by my sides facing up,showing full submissiveness.Timothée is distraught by the sight as he starts to look horribly pained.

"Act 3."the dreaded voice appears again.

Timothée pauses and I wait in the kneeling position for him to take the next steps, but he doesn't.I can tell without looking at his direct sight that he is battling mentally with himself.

"Please just do it." I let out quietly.

And then in one abrupt movement,I feel him grab me by the neck and smack me the ground as he hovers on top of me,causing his brown strands to dangle loosely in my face.I let out a sigh of relief that he finally toke the next step. He does it in the gentlest way possible but given the hard floors,it provokes pain regardless.

He lays there on top me. "I'm sorry." He whispers in my ear sneakily.

I give him a look of consolation. He leans in to kiss me and I feel his tongue looking for an entrance, so I let him in. I suddenly feel a slippery ball be released in my mouth. It's bitter taste dissolving in my mouth slightly.He pulls away.

"Trust me, Swallow." he instructs in a whisper.

I gulp it down harshly.

He props my legs up to V shape as he he straddles his body onto me, before groaning in agony just loud enough for me hear.He can't seem to get himself to make his next move.This is like a chess game. One wrong move and you lose. The loss will have extreme consequences.He stares at me as his brown hair still dangles in my face.

"Timothée do the next step. Please." I beg, trying to avoid the possibility of being reprimanded by Tom.

I can feel his shallow breaths and he bite his lip so hard that it starts to bleed.He scans my eyes, before dropping his head into the nape of my neck and slowly spreading my legs,opening them to the audience on the other side. They are viewing all of me as if I'm a movie.

"Wider." I whisper, knowing that if he doesn't follow the exact protocol,we will be reprimanded unless he follows through completely.

His lips quiver with anger as he looks into my eyes and parts my legs wide for the audience's viewing. I have to keep my legs wide for viewing pleasure for 10 minutes.

Timothée doesn't remove his gaze from mine for one second, he just breathes with me in sync almost like he's mimicking me.It soothes me.

"Act 4." the voice commands as the 10 minutes come to an end.

Timothée begins to position himself to insert inside me.I start to see his face as a blur and realize my eyes are getting heavy.He notices and starts to stroke my face in relief.

"Just close your eyes." he mutters comfortingly.I can feel the tip of him enter me, as my world becomes hazy and Timothée becomes a blob.