The Chair

Chapter 8

“Someone's put a block in there.  There is no way she is that strong,” Cameron said, “Angelique, are you in.”  “Yes, but only because she gave permission,” Angelique answered.

“What is she thinking about?” Devlin asked.  “Mostly wondering who the fifth is,” Angelique answered, “And the weather.”  Benjamin chuckled, “The weather?”  “Yes.  Would you like for me to think about something else?” I asked.

“What do you think of whips and chains?” Benjamin asked.  Apparently they all like that stuff.  “I always wanted to know how to whip someone,” I answered, “Are you going to teach me?”  He chuckled again.

“Actually, what’s it like to flog someone?” I asked.  He gave me a funny look.

Angelique squeezed my leg.  I looked at her.  She was crying.  Uh oh!

“I could teach you how to flog someone, “ Devlin said looking at Angelique with anger.  “Oh no,” I leveled my eyes at him, “I want to flog you.”

He sat back in his chair, looking at me with what I think was shock, “I’m out.”

“What?” Cameron exclaimed, “I never thought that I would see the day.”

“I’m not willing to get flogged,” Devlin said, “I’m out.”

“But you know that she is not strong enough to hurt you,” Ivan said.

“The rest of you are.  She knows that I will invite others in,” Devlin protested.  He narrowed his gaze at Angelique, “She told her.  Angelique and I will be having a session after this to refresh on the rules.”  Angelique whimpered.  “Come sit with me Angelique,” he growled, “You think that we don't know what you're doing.”  She looked at me, then slowly got up and went to him.  He pulled out the seat next to him and she sat down.  She wasn't squeezing my leg that much anyway.  I suspected that he was doing something to prevent her from helping me.

“What is she thinking now Angelique?” Benjamin spoke up.  “She's sorry for me and she's thinking about revoking my permission,” Angelique answered.  “Do not grant her request!” Devlin commanded.  Can she do that?  How do I just take it back?  I felt a snap in my head.  Angelique put a hand to her head, “She just took it.”  She looked at me, relieved.

“Someone's helping her,” Ivan growled, “There's no way she's doing all of this by herself.”

Benjamin got up and sat next to me, facing me, “I would so like the opportunity to find out what makes you tick.  May I read your mind?”

“How old are you?” I ignored his question.  “Does it matter?” he asked.  “Yes,” I answered, “I wouldn't want to be accused of improprieties with a child.”

Cameron snorted, “he is older than all of us!”  Huh?

“I assure you that I am no child,” he had a dangerous look in his eyes.  Looks can be deceiving.  I waited, staring him down.  I had to know.  “Four hundred and thirty two,” he answered, waiting for my look of shock.  I did my best to not give him what he wanted.  He smiled sweetly, “My turn.”

He put his hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes, “Such beautiful eyes.”  I felt a hard tug in my head.  Next thing I knew, he was leaning me back in my seat.  I closed my eyes.  Relaxed, when I shouldn't be.  “She has known great loss,” Benjamin said, “I feel sorry for her.”

“You feel something?” Ivan asked with a chuckle.  “Occasionally,” Benjamin replied, “I want her.”  “Fine by me,” Ivan agreed.  “Same here,” Cameron stated, “She's too strange for me.  I think that she could cause an uprising.”  “Perhaps that is why I want her,” Benjamin said, “I am bored.  I need a little spice.”  “She's all yours,” Devlin said.