by Helen Bright
Before I could say it back, however, he set off walking toward the door and commanded me to follow him.
After descending a flight of stairs, we stopped in front of a metal door. Gregor took a swipe card out of his pocket and passed it through a card reader on the wall. The door clicked open, and we stepped inside.
The room was pleasantly warm and quite well-lit which highlighted the exact same furniture that had been in Gregor’s cellar back in Rothley.
The familiarity of what I saw seemed to ease my nerves a little, but when the metal door clicked behind me as it locked I felt those nerves rise right back up.
The lights dimmed much lower than they had been previously, revealing small spotlights around each piece of furniture.
Gregor placed the items he had brought on top of a set of drawers before he began opening them. I made my way over to a large leather sofa and was just about to sit when I heard him say, “Strip.”
I thought about questioning him, but in the end, I just got on with it, thankful that my underwear and the low lighting hid quite a few of my flaws. Gregor turned around with two leather strapped who knows what in his hands and said, “I meant all your clothing moya malen'kaya tsvetochnitsa.”
I dutifully removed the bra, then the lacy panties, which wasn’t easy over the thin spiky stiletto heels; well, not for me, anyway. Then I stood there with my hands on my hips trying to pull off an ‘I’m so confident standing here naked’ look.
“You’ve shaved, Chloe. Was that for my benefit?” Gregor asked as he ran his fingers over my smooth mound and I was so glad the soon to come rash hadn’t appeared yet.
I shook my head, but in a way that was a lie.
“Now remove your shoes,” Gregor said, suppressing what I could tell was one of his famous smirks.
“You’ve just watched me struggle getting my knickers off over these bloody heels, Gregor, you could have said something earlier.”
“And spoil the show? Now where would have been the fun in that, my love? Now here, I am going to help you put these on, and while I do, I am going to explain the rules to you.
“In this room, you will refer to me as Master, and obey me as such. You will give me your trust, your body, and your thoughts, and you will not question my commands or actions. Do you understand, Chloe?” He said as he knelt behind me and removed each shoe before getting me to step into what was essentially completely crotchless panties made from leather straps. I was so interested in the matching cupless bra he was dressing me in I forgot to answer him.
“I asked you if you understood what I was saying Chloe and you failed to answer me. Do I need to repeat myself, or are you willfully disobeying me, because you want me to punish you?”
“What? No Gregor, erm, I mean, Master,” I said with a giggle. I doubted I’d be able to keep calling him that and keep a straight face.
“So this is all a joke to you, moya malen'kaya tsvetochnitsa? A silly little game,” he said while tightening the strap on the cupless bra that made my ample boobs stand high and proud. Oh, this bra was definitely coming home with me. My boobs hadn’t looked this young and perky for years, and I was desperate for a mirror so I could get a side view.
When I was fully strapped up in my barely there leather undies, Gregor led me over to the St Andrews Cross. The wood was cool where it touched my body, and it brought me back to reality a little.
Gregor wasted no time at all strapping me to the cross by the wrists and ankles. He reached behind the wood of the cross slightly before bringing around a metal rod which spanned the length of the leg piece and had a four-inch long metal rod that slid under the arch of my foot. He did the same to the other leg, and although I wasn’t sure what was happening, I didn’t question it. Obviously, I hadn’t ever been strapped to a St Andrews Cross before, so maybe this was normal.
He worked silently and methodically, and I stayed as still as I could be as he did so. But when he walked around the back of the cross and I heard the loud clanking of metal against metal I wanted to know what was going on.
“Gregor, what are you doing back there? That’s a lot of noise for something that’s made of wood.”
“How did I tell you to address me, Chloe?” He asked crossly. “Did I tell you not to question my actions?”
As he stopped speaking, I heard a thud and a clinking sound before feeling a soft padded surface against my back and my head.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I said, duly chastised.
“Are you, Chloe? Are you really sorry?”
“Yes, Master,” I answered as I looked him in the eyes. Gregor nodded his head and came to stand in front me. I tensed when I saw the riding crop in his hand.
“Tell me you trust your Master, Chloe? Tell me that you trust him to know exactly what you need.”
“I do. Er.. I mean, I do trust you, Master. But don’t I need a safeword?” I asked, thinking back to all those kinky books I had read over the last few years. They never seemed to get into a situation like this without choosing a safeword first.
“Why would you need a safeword, Chloe? You just told me that you trust that your Master will know exactly what you need. If that is so, you should not need a safeword. Or were you lying to your Master?”
“No, I wasn’t lying… Master, I do trust you. I just don’t trust myself not to have a stupid meltdown,” I admitted sadly. What if I wasn’t strong enough for this. What if I started to panic because I couldn’t cope?
Gregor stepped towards me and placed his hand on my cheek.
“I'm your future husband Chloe. You need only say stop, and I will release you. I’m not testing your limits here, not today.”
I nodded, and he stepped back away from me once again.
“Your Master is pleased that you shared your thoughts and feelings with him, so your indiscretions from earlier will be forgotten. However, any further insubordination will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, Master,” I found myself saying, and I could see this pleased him.
He began to trace the end of the crop up and down the inside of my legs, from my ankles to just below my labia. He did this for a few minutes, and I began to relax and enjoy the tingling feeling it created on the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer that on the next trip up my thighs he would go higher and touch my sex.
I heard the crack of the crop as a sharp stinging feeling lined the inside of my thigh.
“Oww, shit Gregor that stings!” I yelled, trying to close my legs but of course, I couldn’t as they were strapped to the cross.
“Oooww,” another whack with the crop on the inside of my other thigh this time.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“Well, first you closed your eyes on me, Chloe. How am I supposed to tell if you like what I am doing if you close your eyes on me? The second was for addressing me as something other than Master. I told you the rules Chloe, what am I to do if you willfully disobey them?”
“Ow,” I yelled again as this time the crop smacked against my stomach.
“And that one, my love, was for swearing at me. That will not be tolerated in here, Chloe.”
“I don’t like the crop Master; it stings,” I said with a pout, and I very nearly stuck my tongue out at him when his lips twitched in a semi-smile.
“But the crop can be such a pleasurable toy my love, and today can be all about your pleasure if you just obey the rules. For instance,” he said as he lifted the crop so that the soft leather end traced my cheeks and lips. “This part of the crop is called a keeper, but many people call it a tongue.”
He began to flick the end of the crop all around my chin and jawline as he spoke.
“I’m sure you can feel how they would call it that, as it laps against your jaw, my love.”
He carried on moving the crop in a short rapid motion as he made his way along my collarbone from one side to the other then down my chest towards my breasts. As soon as the keeper made contact with my hard nipple, I let out a g
asp of pleasure and almost closed my eyes again, but remembered just in time.
He flicked the keeper all the way across to my other nipple and this time I moaned, and to my embarrassment, I felt wetness seep out and coat the entrance to my sex. The embarrassment increased tenfold when I saw Gregor’s nostrils flare as he scented how aroused I was.
I don’t know exactly why that embarrassed and bothered me so much. Maybe it was because I was in such a vulnerable position and couldn’t close my legs to hide the evidence of what he did to my body?
“I'm going to remove my clothes now Chloe, and while I do, I want you to tell me what is causing you to blush so much.”
He put down the crop and began to remove his shirt. As always my mouth watered as his beautifully sculpted chest was revealed to me button by button. He tossed the shirt to one side and unfastened his belt buckle before unbuttoning his jeans.
“I see you still cannot obey the rules, Chloe,” he said before he removed the rest of his clothes.
“I’m sorry Gre… I mean Master, but I get distracted when I see you get undressed,” I admitted.
Gregor now naked and hard picked up the crop and this time whacked both of the outsides of my thighs.
“Ow, ow, I’m sorry Master. I got embarrassed when I felt myself get wet, and I knew you could scent it.”
“Why would that embarrass you, my love? It can only be a good thing when I know your body is getting ready to take me. It means I am doing something you enjoy. And I enjoy the scent of you here,” he said as he ran the leather keeper down my tummy until he reached my hidden clitoris.
Gregor running the keeper sideways through my slit and back up to my clit felt strange and completely different to the rapid flicking he did earlier. I began to get used to the slightly rougher feeling and tried to push my clit against it every time it reached the needy bud.
But Gregor stepped away from me for a moment before studying my lower half. He then bent down and reached into his jeans pocket and took out a remote control similar to the one he had at the Manor.
The first thing I felt was a slight jerk as the cross sprang to life. Then a whirring noise sounded from the machine before the metal bars my feet were resting on began to rise up the wood simultaneously, taking my feet and legs with them, until my knees were fully bent and my heels rested against the back of my thighs.
“Gregor,” I cried out shocked and a little shaken at this new position and how I got into it. He didn’t chastise me for not using Master this time.
“Hush my love; I know you can do this, just try and relax and accept this new position. I have placed you in it for a reason moya malen'kaya tsvetochnitsa. In this position, you are fully exposed to me, and the keeper. I know how much you like the feel of my tongue all over here,” he said, once more running the crop over the whole of my sex, “So I wonder if you like this tongue just as much.”
Gregor didn’t fool around and tease this time. He began the rapid flicks of the keeper directly on to my now exposed clit and less than a minute later, with no build up whatsoever, my body was propelled into a strong, deep orgasm that that made my core clench almost painfully.
A few moments after Gregor took the crop away from me I felt the cross tilt backwards. The relief I felt was instantaneous as some of the heaviness from my lower half abated.
“Over the centuries, I have seen many flowers my love, some of them so rare and incredibly pretty that you have to stop and breathe in their scent. But, I have never before seen anything as beautiful as your flower my love,” Gregor said, as he knelt between my legs. “And although the scent is enough to attract me, it is nothing compared to the sweet nectar that it secretes when it blooms.”
I cried out as he licked from the entrance to my sex, up to my clit and back down again. But he didn’t stop there. His tongue carried on further back along the seam of my bottom to the hole he’d breached earlier, before coming back to lap against the entrance to my sex once more.
“I want to devour this most beautiful Orchid, Chloe. I want to feast on the outer and inner petals before finally taking this bud at the top. Do you want me to devour your pretty flower?”
Every syllable seemed to vibrate through my core and before I knew it I was crying out for my Master to do what he wanted, to devour me and take away the ache that was growing inside me.
Gregor had shown me many times over this past week that he had excellent oral skills, but today's demonstration was something else entirely.
His tongue speared inside me, firm and deep before it lapped all around the inside and outside of my labia. He sucked and flicked at every bit of my sex before doing as he promised, settling on that throbbing bud. I screamed out my release before spiralling into another immediately after.
Before I could come down from the orgasm induced high Gregor stood and tilted the table back a little further, before ramming his hard cock deep inside me.
I didn’t want to come again, but as soon as Gregor sank his fangs into my neck, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm before I seemed to fall into a pleasure filled haze.
This must be heaven I thought in my dream like state as felt myself being lifted and carried then wrapped in something warm and fluffy. Someone was speaking to me, but it sounded like they were in the distance and I wanted them nearby.
I felt something cold and wet touch my mouth then dribble down my chin.
Water.
I felt warm kisses all over my face and smiled. He was here. My lover was here in heaven with me. But wait a minute. Gregor was a vampire. Would God allow him in heaven?
“Chloe, my darling, can you hear me?” Gregor asked.
“Sshh,” I whispered. “I don’t think you are allowed in heaven. We don’t want to let God know you’re here.”
“Moya malen'kaya tsvetochnitsa, not even God could keep me away from you,” he said, and I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.
We sat on a large leather sofa opposite the cross which was still tilted backwards, Gregor cradling my naked body against his. A large fleecy blanket covered me from shoulder to toe, and I was grateful for its warmth as I now started to shiver.
“Gregor, what's happening to me?”
“You will be fine Chloe, I think you went into subspace for a while, and now you are coming back out of it. It's like coming down from being high. Not everyone experiences it, and it's not always the same for everyone who does. The glass of wine so early in the day probably didn’t help either, but you will benefit from rehydrating yourself and eating something sweet, like fruit or chocolate.”
I nodded in understanding, too weak to do anything else at the moment. But I so desperately wanted to get dressed and leave this place.
I’d had the experience with Gregor that I wanted; I just hope that I had given him a memory he would want to keep.
“Did I disappoint you, Gregor? I mean, I kept forgetting to call you Master, then I kind of floated away at the end. I wanted your last memory of this place to be with me, and now I’m not sure whether it was something you enjoyed enough to want to think about again.”
“Chloe, my love, you have given me the most pleasure I have ever felt in this, or any club like it, that I have ever attended. You are a little willful and stubborn, yet you surrendered to me and allowed me to control this encounter and in doing so experienced enough pleasure to go into sub-space. My darling, the trust you needed to give me to achieve that after all you have been through was immense, and I find I am humbled by your strength and courage.
“You are beautiful, my love, but today, gazing at you all spread out before me in submission, your beauty seemed almost ethereal. So it is fitting that you thought you had entered heaven.”
“Thank you, Gregor. Thank you for bringing me here. For showing me what you need from me. I know it won't be all the time, but I know I can be everything you need me to be, just like you are everything I need you to be. And I find that I’m enjoying this sort of thing. I will have you replacing the things in th
e cellar at Rothley after all. Not the stocks, though,” I said with a grimace. I didn’t think I could ever willingly be fastened into them.
“No, not the stocks,” he laughed.
Chapter Thirty
Chloe
I can highly recommend travelling by private jet. In fact, I’m gutted that I didn’t experience my journey to Russia because of being under Sergei’s mind control, more than I’m mad at him for doing it.
We arrived in St Petersburg on a Bombardier Challenger. The flight itself had taken just over one hour fifteen minutes.
I spent the whole flight remarking how comfortable the leather reclining seats were; how beautiful the walnut panelling was on the walls on the back and front of the aircraft, and how if fit seamlessly down the sides of the plane, converging into separate side tables that slid away when required. It was pure luxury. I. Loved. It.
Gregor had joked I could have it as part of his wedding present to me. Well, at least, I thought it was a joke. He kept mentioning a wedding, but as yet I’d had no proposal.
Ruslan had sent a car to meet us at the airport, and I was tempted to ask for this car, too, as I felt like a film star in it.
Who would have thought Chloe Davies, a florist from Yorkshire, would be chauffeur driven around St Petersburg with two bodyguards and one of the worlds sexiest men by her side? Oh, how I wish my old school friends could see me now.
As we were closer to the city than the Antonov Palace, Gregor decided to take me sightseeing here for the day. I was pleased that we were going to see some of the beautiful sights he’d promised to show me, but I also thought that this could be a stalling tactic because he didn’t want to go home.
Our first stop in St Petersburg was the Church of Christ our Saviour on the Spilled Blood. It was similar in decoration to St Basil’s in Red Square, with exquisitely designed domes of swirling colours highlighted with gold. It was adorned with mosaics of religious scenes that rivaled others that I had seen in Greece and Cyprus.