by M T Stone
I just want to work with her. I want to see just how far I can push her. I knew she had to have been a strong person who, like me, had simply experienced a few bad breaks. It’s easy to get beaten up in this crazy, fucked up world. The best way to find yourself again is to push yourself to the absolute limit and see how much you can really take. That’s what I hope to do for Raven. She seemed to be a kindred spirit, someone I had never expected to find, especially in the dungeon.
Chapter 8
Raven
As I stood in front of the Excelsior Hotel, I had to wonder if I would ever be able to get past the guilty feelings that I kept on harboring. I felt as if I was about to do something horribly immoral, even though I was simply waiting for a dinner date. Maybe it was because my thoughts kept diverting back to the way he had driven me to multiple orgasms the night before and how I had melted into a puddle of hormones against his touch.
My heart skipped a beat, once again, as the black stretch limousine came into view. My breath caught as I anticipated the opening of the car door. When it did, out stepped Gunner dressed in a black tux, white shirt, and tie. Holy shit, he looks good! I took a deep breath. I knew it was going to take all of my resolve to resist this handsome devil that came dressed as if he was George Clooney at the Oscars.
“Hello, Raven. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” he said with a glimmer in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you. You look great, too.”
“I thought I would go upscale tonight. I didn’t want to be outclassed by you two nights in a row.” He smiled and nodded his head, signaling me to get in the car.
“Where are we going?” I enquired as I scooted to the middle of the seat.
“To the mansion,” he replied. “I want you to see the other side of things.”
“Whose mansion?”
“It’s the corporate mansion; the five of us can use it or crash there whenever we want. I thought you might like to see that it’s a first class operation,” he explained.
“Okay, but I don’t think it will change my mind.” I’m not getting involved.
“I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, but my real name is Dalton Taylor.” He held out his hand to shake mine.
“Jillian Price.”
“I know. When I worked downtown, I would see your beautiful smile each time I looked out my office window.” There’s that devilish grin again.
“So you knew who I was the whole time?”
“Actually, the black hair threw me at first, but when I took of your blindfold last night, I noticed that it was a wig,” he confessed. “I have to say, it was a real turn on once I realized it was you.”
“Well, thank you… I think.”
“You should definitely take it as a compliment. After all of the women I’ve worked with, it takes a very special woman to turn me on.” At that point, he broke eye contact and turned back toward the window.
The mansion was located in the foothills, not far from the place we had gone to the previous evening. When the limo pulled up to drop us off, it became clear that it was truly a mansion. It was at least a hundred years old and would sell for millions. I racked my brain trying to recall who had purchased it. I should know who owns this.
“Your face used to be all over the valley. I often wondered how you had become so successful at such a young age,” he said after a few moments of silence.
“That seems like a lifetime ago,” I replied with a sigh. “Sometimes I wonder if it was just a result of the real estate bubble. It’s been much more of a struggle in recent years.”
“Everyone has had a tougher time since the crash. All you can do is dust yourself off and move on,” he said with a growing look of concern. “What the hell happened to you? It had to be more than just the economy.”
“Perry Walters happened to me,” I admitted in a moment of self-pity.
“So he’s your ex? You must be attracted to powerful men.”
“I used to be. I always had a tendency to scare off the weaker ones.” I laughed trying to make myself feel better.
“Just for the record, you don’t scare me a bit.” He smirked.
Jesus, I feel like a damn schoolgirl around this guy.
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The entrance to the house was spectacular, with a huge chandelier hanging in the vaulted entryway. The beautiful marble floor led into a formal living room complete with overstuffed leather furniture, an incredible stone fireplace, and the largest flat screen television I had ever seen. In the adjacent wing was a huge dining room with a massive handcrafted oak table that looked like it could seat twenty guests. Everything was bold and overstated. This was definitely put together by someone who had a powerful ego and wanted to impress his or her guests.
In the center of the house was a magnificent open kitchen that overlooked the entire city. After sampling a few appetizers and pouring a glass of champagne, we took one of the spiral staircases down to the equally stunning pool area. Looking in one direction there was that breathtaking view of the city. In the other direction, there was an equally impressive view of the coastline and ocean.
“The views are incredible up here.” I kept looking around trying to take it all in.
“Let me introduce you to the guys,” Gunner said leading me over to the pool. “Raven, this is Blade and Renegade.”
“Hey, Raven,” they each replied in turn.
Gunner and Renegade could’ve easily passed as brothers, maybe even twins. Other than the color of their eyes and the fact that Gunner was a bit more muscular, one could’ve easily been mistaken one for the other. Blade was totally different but still hot in his own right, with his shaved head, intense eyes, and ominous expression. He definitely would’ve scared the shit out of me if he had stepped out of the limo last night. I’m not so sure I could’ve gone through with it.
“We’re going to go over the contract,” Gunner informed them.
“You would do well,” Blade said with a shit-eaten’ grin. His eyes continued to canvas my body from top to bottom.
“Yeah, you’d be good competition for the other two,” Renegade added. “We need a little more of that around here.”
“I think they approve,” Gunner relayed in a hushed tone as we made our way toward an outdoor fireplace. “Sapphire and Sable are both so compact and muscular. It will be nice to have a tall, lean woman like you in the mix.”
“You’re assuming I’m going to stay?” I asked, a bit shocked by his assumption. “I told you last night that this is way outside of my comfort zone.”
“That’s why I brought you here. I wanted you to see the more normal side of our existence.”
“You think this place is normal? I would say it’s someone’s attempt at recreating the Playboy mansion,” I replied raising my eyebrows.
“Hey, everything is platonic around here. Nothing goes on at the mansion,” he stressed.
“So you are saying that you and Sapphire aren’t involved with each other?”
“She was my Domme, so we’ve done it all. We are still on a set with each other once in a while, but it’s strictly for work,” he replied flatly.
“This is all so beyond my comprehension right now,” I said feeling a little flustered.
“It’s no different than what you and I did last night. It was business, nothing more,” he said using that same flat tone.
“But you made it seem as if you actually liked me. Am I really being that naive?”
“I really do like you. That’s why I want to take you all the way,” he replied with more urgency. “I want you to experience heights that you couldn’t possibly imagine right now. You and me baby, all ten levels.”
“So you want me to be your new submissive? Your sex slave?” I felt a wave of anxiety instantly wash over me as a result of hearing myself utter the words.
He lifted my chin with his fingers and said, “I want to uncover that incredibly strong woman that has somehow become trapped inside of you.
She’s still in there and she’s even stronger than you remember.”
He’s so damn sexy. I really want to feel his naked body next to mine. But I don’t want to do anything stupid. Shit, I’m about to do something stupid.
“Take me through level two and then we will discuss the contract,” I threw out there in a moment of pure lust.
“You’ve got it.” His demeanor instantly changed as he took me by the hand and led me toward the gate.
Chapter 9
Gunner
I honestly thought that she was going to bail on me. Who could blame her when she has a young kid at home and so many people in the area who could possibly recognize her? I was hoping that Jasmine could’ve joined us tonight, but it was short notice.
When Raven suggested that I take her through level two, I instantly took her hand and led her back to the car. I didn’t want to give her the slightest opportunity to change her mind.
“Slip off your dress,” I instructed, just as the car began to pull away from the mansion.
“Right here?” Her face immediately flushed to match her dress.
“Yes, I want you in nothing but high heels,” I replied, giving her my sternest look. “Now…”
She took a deep breath and slipped her dress off one shoulder, followed by the other.
“A little help, sir,” she requested as she turned her back to me.
I slowly glided the zipper down her back. The sweet smell of her perfume teased my senses as I leaned into her. She always smells so incredible. I unhooked her bra and helped her wriggle free from her clothing. She turned to face me once again, giving me a look of disapproval.
“How much pain would you like to experience during level two?” I asked, letting her know who was in control of the situation.
“As little as possible,” she mumbled.
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“As little as possible, sir,” she proclaimed defiantly.
“Then you better get those panties off.”
She rose just slightly off the seat and slid her panties down over her hips. She gave me a subtle glare as she held them out on one finger.
“You can put them with your dress. That glare just earned you at least one moment of intense pain.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” She complied, placing her panties within her neatly folded dress.
“Do you wish to be blindfolded again tonight?”
“Yes, if you are going to be recording it, sir,” she replied in a more subdued tone.
I slipped the blindfolds over her eyes and secured it. Once she was deprived of her vision, I reached behind her and grabbed my cane. I ran it down one inner thigh and back up the other, before letting it come to rest between her legs.
“Are you familiar with a Delrin cane?”
“No, sir,” she whispered back.
“You will be after tonight. So far you have earned one good smack with it,” I teased as I made a whipping sound in the air before smacking the leather seat next to her. “These are much more durable than the old wood canes. They can take much more abuse.”
“I look forward to it, sir,” she muttered.
“Ah, the suck-up is back,” I said as I ran the cane along the left side of her body.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she replied as I circled each of her nipples with the cane’s tip.
Judging by the subtle moans that escaped her lips, the cane was doing exactly what I had intended. She was definitely in the moment and the fact that she was completely naked had been pushed to the back of her mind.
Raven
The feel of the cane as he touching me randomly sent quivers through my body. The sound of it slapping the car seat nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. Then as he began to circle my nipples, I felt an instant gush of juices down below. Next, I will be in trouble for leaving a mess on the car seat.
“We have arrived,” Gunner said as the car began to slow, before coming to a complete stop.
“Do I get my clothes back, sir?”
“When we are finished,” he replied, taking me by the hand and opening the car door.
I felt a mixture of exhilaration and humility as a cool evening breeze floated across my exposed flesh. Wearing nothing but a blindfold and high heels, intuition told me that my obvious vulnerability was part of his power play. I’m going to keep my cool. There is no one who is going to see me anyway.
The sudden absence of light, followed by cool, dampness were obvious clues that we had entered the dungeon. Despite the chill against my skin, I was relieved to know that we were inside. As someone who had recurring nightmares about being naked in public, being able to keep my emotions in check was a definite victory. After several twists and turns, we finally came to a stop. I could sense either a wall or something large directly in front of me. Next, I heard the sound of metal clanking on metal as he changed his grip on my hand and raised my arm above my head. Without breathing a word, he grabbed my other arm and strapped them both above my head. Hearing his footsteps recede, I was left standing with my arms extended above my head. I began to think about the fact that I was being recorded. What if thousands of people were watching me right now? I was caught off guard by a strange feeling of excitement that followed the thought. I’ve never thought of myself as having any exhibitionist tendencies. Why am I suddenly feeling excited about it?
Gunner
Raven handled the first humiliation test with ease and was eerily calm as I secured her wrists to the bondage bar overhead. The goal of level two was to help her fully understand the path that she was contemplating, before she signed the contract. After experiencing a good taste of what lay ahead, she would either love it or hate it. Either way, I wanted her to make an informed decision with her eyes wide open. She would have to endure a little pain, considerable restraint, and in the end, another round of humiliation. I knew she would be angry before the night came to a close, but then she would be given a week to think about everything.
I removed my shoes, socks, and shirt before going back into the room. Being barefoot allowed me to move in silence, which I always preferred when my subject was blindfolded. It always added an additional layer of tension when they couldn’t tell where I was or what I was about to do next. I’m really looking forward to finding out what she’s made of. After letting her hang there with her thoughts for a few minutes, I retrieved my cane and snuck up behind her.
“Are you ready to discover the painful part of the equation?” I asked quietly, running the cane down the length of her spine.
“No, sir,” she muttered in return.
“When would you rather feel the pain?”
“At the end, sir,” she said with a whimper.
It immediately became apparent that being subjected to pain was going to be another hot button for her. Most people who visited the dungeon were already involved in BDSM and bondage, so they were looking to take things to the next level. Either that or they were exhibitionists who wanted to make some money by performing for an audience. Raven fell into neither category. That’s another reason she gives me such a hard-on.
“I thought maybe you would like to get the pain out of the way. That way you could enjoy the rest of the evening,” I replied, tapping the cane along the curve of her right hip.
“No, sir. I would rather have it right at the end,” she pleaded.
“Pleasure normally follows pain,” I told her, switching the cane to her other hip. “You need the pain first to get the endorphins flowing.”
“I understand that, sir,” she replied with a slight hesitation in her voice.
“So, you are a newbie who wants to buck the system? Is that what you’re telling me?” I asked while more aggressively tapping the right cheek of her ass.
“No, sir,” she pleaded.
“I think that you are simply afraid of the unknown,” I speculated as I moved the cane to the front of her body. “I think if I gave you a good crack, you would see that it’s not so bad. Then we could move on.”
She began to whimper instead of replying, so I knew I was getting to her. I went back to circling one nipple with the tip of the cane before moving to the other. Her whimpering increased in intensity as I began to tap the cane on the upper part of her chest.
Raven
I had read about caning online and I couldn’t believe that he was actually going to start out with such an aggressive tool. Aren’t they supposed to start out with flogging then move to a paddle before going on to a cane? If he’s trying to scare me off, this is the way to do it. I felt a violent shudder as he began to tap the cane on my chest. I’m definitely not ready for anything like this.