TURNED ON

CASSY

The bathroom is luxurious and private. I lock the door and lean against it, trying to catch my breath.

My reflection in the mirror is obscene. I look flushed and wrecked. The collar is visible now, I must have been tugging at my neckline without realizing it.

I look like I've been fucked, and I have been. Just not in the traditional way.

I clean up as best as I can, fix my makeup, and try to make myself look presentable. But the vibrator is still there waiting for the next time Sienna decides to press that button.

And the worst part?

A small, traitorous part of me that I hate with every fiber of my being… is looking forward to it.

---

Lunch is at a restaurant so expensive it doesn't have prices on the menu.

The potential investor is a man named Richard Hartley- old money, tech mogul, the kind of person who probably has senators on speed dial. He's charming in that way wealthy people are, all practiced smiles and warmth.

"Sienna, always a pleasure," he says, kissing her hand. European affectation. "And who is this lovely creature?"

"My assistant, Cassy Beaumont," Sienna says smoothly. "She's shadowing me today."

"Beaumont?" His eyes sharpen. "Any relation to Marcus Beaumont?"

My stomach drops.

"His daughter," Sienna says before I can answer. "But she's made it clear she wants nothing to do with that legacy. Haven't you, darling?"

Her hand is in her pocket.

"Yes," I say quickly. "Yes, Ma'am."

The vibrator pulses just once. Approval…

"Smart girl," Hartley says, sitting down. "Your father's fall was quite spectacular. The FBI is still untangling that mess."

I wanted to defend him, but he was a fraud and a thief. He destroyed Sienna's father. So I say nothing.

Lunch is torture. They discuss investments, portfolios, and opportunities in emerging markets. Sienna is brilliant, she counters every point Hartley makes, turns his own arguments against him, makes him want to invest with her.

And through it all, the vibrator torments me.

She doesn't make me cum this time. That would be too obvious in public. Instead, she keeps me on edge. Pulsing it just enough to make me squirm, to make focusing on anything else impossible. And Hartley notices.

"Are you feeling well, my dear?" he asks during dessert. "You seem... flushed."

"I'm fine," I say. "Just a bit warm."

"The restaurant does run hot," Sienna agrees. "Perhaps some water? Cassy darling, could you ask the waiter?"

It's a test. She wants to see if I can walk. I stand on trembling legs. Make it to the waiter's station, and ask for water. When I return, Sienna and Hartley are laughing about something like old friends, equals, while I'm the pet. The girl who can barely walk because her owner won't stop tormenting her.

We finished lunch, Hartley agrees to invest fifty million dollars, like it's pocket change. They shake hands. He kisses Sienna's cheek, nods at me.

"Good luck with the training," he says to Sienna.

She smiles. "Oh, she's learning quickly."

He knows… of course he knows. Everyone in Sienna's world probably knows what she does with the girls she acquires, and no one cares.

---

The car ride back is quiet. Sienna is on her phone again and I'm staring out the window, trying to process what just happened.

She used me, humiliated me and made me cum in front of strangers, and I let her because I didn't have a choice.

"You did well today," Sienna says without looking up.

I don't respond.

"I'm talking to you, Cassy."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I force out.

"You're angry."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." She sets down her phone, looks at me. "Anger means you're still fighting. I like that. Breaking someone who doesn't fight is boring."

"Is that what this is to you?" I ask. "Entertainment?"

"No." Her expression is serious. "This is justice. This is you understanding what you did to me. What your family did to mine."

"I was sixteen-"

"So was I." Her voice doesn't rise, but the intensity in it makes me flinch. "I was sixteen when you destroyed me in front of everyone. When you made me a joke. When my father died, you and your family didn't even notice."

"I didn't know-"

"You didn't care." She leans forward. "That's the difference, Cassy. You could have known. You could have cared. But I was beneath you. My pain was irrelevant."

She sits back.

"Now you know what that feels like. To be beneath someone. To have your pain be someone else's amusement."

We pull up to her building. The driver opens the door.

"We're going upstairs," Sienna says. "And then I'm going to fuck you properly. Because you've been very good today, and good girls get rewards."

My breath catches.

"And after," she continues, stepping out of the car, "you're going to thank me for it."

---

The elevator ride up is silent. The vibrator is finally off, she must have turned it off at some point but I can still feel the ghost of it.

The penthouse is quiet. Sienna walks to the kitchen, pours herself a drink. I stand by the elevator, unsure what to do.

"Bedroom," she says without looking at me. "Strip, get on the bed and wait for me."

I walk to the bedroom on autopilot. Strip off the dress, the underwear, everything except the collar.

I sit on the edge of her bed and wait. She takes her time, when she finally enters, she's removed her blazer. Just the white blouse and slacks. Her hair is still perfect.

She sets down her drink on the nightstand and looks at me.

"Lie back."

I lie back on the silk sheets.

She climbs onto the bed and straddles me. Her weight is solid. She looks down at me, "Do you know why I'm doing this?" she asks.

"To punish me."

"No." She unbuttons her blouse slowly. "I'm doing this because ten years ago, you asked if I really thought someone like you would ever want to kiss someone like me."

The blouse falls off, she's wearing a black lace bra. She's so beautiful I must admit.

"And I'm going to show you," she continues, "exactly what someone like me does to someone like you."

She leans down. Her lips hover over mine.

"I'm going to make you beg me to kiss you, Cassy. Beg me to touch you, to let you cum."

Her hand slides between my legs. I'm already wet. I hate that I'm already wet for her.

"And when you do… when you're sobbing and desperate and completely broken… I might… might… give you what you're begging for."

Her fingers slide inside me. I gasp.

"But probably not."

She fucks me with her fingers. Brings me to the edge, stops… does it again and again.

“Uhh… Sienna… please…”

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum… please, I can't, I need…"

"Say it properly."

"Ple… please let me cum, Ma'am, please…"

She stops, pulls her hand away.

"Not yet."

I sob in frustration.

She does it three more times, brings me so close then stops. By the end, I'm incoherent, crying and begging.

"Please… please, I'll do anything, I… I beg you… just let me-"

"Kiss me first."

I freeze.

"You want to cum? Then kiss me. Show me what you were too good to do ten years ago."

She leans down. Her lips are right there. All I have to do is close the distance. All I have to do is give her what she wants.

I close my eyes, lean up and I kissed her.

Her lips are soft. She tastes like whiskey. The kiss is gentle at first, then deeper as she takes control, her tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming me.

When she pulls back, we're both breathing hard.

"Good girl," she whispers.

Then her hand is between my legs again, and this time she doesn't stop. This time she lets me fall apart, lets me cum so hard I scream, my whole body convulsing.

I'm still shaking when she climbs off me, fixes her clothes like nothing happened.

"Thank me," she says.

"Thank you," I whisper. "Thank you, Ma'am."

"You're welcome." She picks up her drink. "Now go shower. We're going out tonight."

"Where?"

She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. "You'll see."