by Amy Valenti
One new message from Robin: How's everything going over at the sex dungeon? Make any new friends?
Amy smiled. Yeah, she thought, kind of. She took the phone in both hands and started to type.
Let's just say that things got a whole lot crazier than I expected.
She pressed send and the message zoomed out over the airwaves. Amy noticed that a little red notification was blinking at the corner of her phone. She clicked it. It was a work email. From her boss.
Can't wait to see your new article. The other editors are very excited to see how it will turn out.
Amy stared at the email. She should be happy. It was a good thing that they were anticipating her work, right? But instead of being happy, Amy's stomach churned. It reminded her of what could happen if she didn't go through with this. Instead of being on the front page, she could be the one packing up her desk into a small cardboard box.
She threw the phone onto the mattress, and it bounced off until it hit the floor. Amy groaned and bent over to pick up the separated battery and case.
There was no good decision. She could either stop going over to The Sanctuary and lose her job, or continue. And lose what? Her sanity? What would happen if she got sucked into this world of debauchery?
Amy sighed with relief as she put her phone back together and the light turned on. She didn't have money to buy a new one. She didn't have enough money to last more than a week without a job either. So it was clear what the answer was.
She had to continue. Amy dropped her forehead into her hands. She had already gotten herself into this mess, and now she had to finish it.
Well, she thought, here we go.
Chapter 11
The next morning Amy's alarm blared while the morning light crept into her room. She turned over, ignoring the noise until it vibrated its way off of her bedside table and crashed onto the floor.
With a groan, Amy rolled from beneath her warm covers and reached to pick up her shattered phone. With bleary eyes, she put the case together again and sighed when the little screen flickered back to life. But her relief didn't last long. As soon as he saw the time blinking in red, Amy jumped up.
"Shit!" she yelled.
Suddenly, Amy was very much awake.
She made an internal list of the things she needed to do. Take a quick shower. Change clothes. Fix her face. Grab a bit of coffee for breakfast.
Her body moved without her ordering it to. The movements were natural, the same ones she had been doing every morning for years. She could do it half-asleep, and most of the time she did. Somehow, magically she appeared at work looking like a rational person and not someone who had sleepwalked her way through the morning.
So it wasn't until she had already grabbed the handle of her front door that Amy remembered one important thing. She wasn't going to work today. She was going to see Master J.
Amy's hand slipped from the doorknob and she stumbled backwards. Suddenly, she wanted to crawl back into bed, email J, and tell him this was all a huge misunderstanding. A mistake.
She walked up to the door, but still couldn't make herself turn the knob. Her palm hovered over it as if it was burning hot and touching it would scald her skin. Amy's body broke out into a sweat.
It couldn't be that bad. Amy took a deep breath and steadied herself. It was simple, all she had to do was get through it.
If she could make it through without getting hurt and too much weirdness, it would be okay. Thinking about what happened that day, her heart skipped a beat. It would be okay. Right?
Gritting her teeth and grabbing the doorknob, Amy stepped outside. She hopped into her car and took off. Today this was her job, and she was going to do it well.
***
It was the second time that Amy had been to The Sanctuary during the daytime. It seemed just as strange as the first time. Without the shadow of night hanging over it, the mansion seemed almost innocent. The sort of place an old and dignified family would live. Not a hub for all kinds of sexual activity, overseen by an unreasonably attractive master.
When Amy handed her keys to Mr. Farrow, he smirked.
"Good to see you again Ms. Cryan," he said.
"Good morning, I'm here to see J," Amy said.
Mr. Farrow smiled again.
"I know," he said, "he's waiting for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened behind them. Amy jumped back, startled.
"She'll lead you to him," Mr. Farrow said. He pointed to the small woman who was standing on the other side of the door.
She was dressed in black from head to toe, in a suit that seemed specially made for her. Something about the way the fabric fit over her slim body seemed even more sensual than if she had been dressed in a skimpy maid's outfit. Amy couldn't keep her eyes from roaming.
"This way," the woman said.
As they walked away, Mr. Farrow called out to them.
"Good luck," he said. "I hope today goes well for you."
Amy spun her head around, but the heavy door shut before she could answer him. Good luck? What did he know about what was happening today? Amy bit her lip as she followed the woman in black. Was she going to need luck today?
She was so caught up in analyzing Mr. Farrow's words that Amy ran into the woman in black. It wasn't until she was already being held by her strong hands that Amy realized they weren't supposed to be walking anymore.
Amy jumped backwards.
"S-sorr-"
The woman interrupted her by clearing her throat.
"Here we are Miss Cryan," she said and pulled the door open.
Amy could have sworn there was a hint of a smile on the woman's lips, but she didn't have time to examine it. The woman pushed her into the room and closed the door behind her. It was too late to turn back now.
"Going to work?"
Amy looked up. J was standing in front of her, staring into her eyes. Quickly, she looked back down with her cheeks burning.
That was just great. She'd already forgotten that she had dressed to go to work. Business attire wasn't exactly the sort of thing you'd wear for a BDSM session, was it?
J's hands gently touched Amy's chin and pulled it up so that she couldn't look away.
"I like it," he said.
The temperature of Amy's body immediately raised a few degrees.
"Are they comfortable?" he asked.
Amy could only manage to nod her head.
"Good," he said. Then he pointed to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit."
Amy walked over and sunk into the plush leather of the chair. She expected J to walk around the desk and sit in the chair on the other side, but he didn't. Instead he stood directly in front of her and leaned against the dark wood, spreading his arms wide.
That allowed her to get a good look at him. His shiny black shoes were just inches from her own scuffed pumps. Amy's eyes traveled upwards over the dark fabric of J's pants. She skipped over the matte metal and leather of his belt, working her way to the crisp white of J's shirt appearing from underneath his blazer. It was open just enough for her to peek at the beginning of the muscles at his chest.
When she finally met his eyes, Amy realized what she had been doing. Not only that, but J's smile told her that he had let her.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
Amy looked away, ears burning while J chuckled.
"You're a journalist, you should have done your research. Do you know what a safe word is?"
The sudden question surprised Amy. It knocked her out of her embarrassment and she started sifting through her memories for an answer. Images of women screaming strange words came to her mind.
"It's a code word that you say to make everything stop," she said. Amy paused and added, "I think."
"That's right," J said. "Only, unlike in the movies, everything really will stop when you use your safe word. At least if you're with anyone worth their salt. You might not be able to speak today, so you're going to need a nonverbal safe word."
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sp; Amy gulped. Why wouldn't she be able to speak? Was he going to gag her? What was he planning on doing? She started wringing her hands together.
The sound of something wrapping onward brought Amy out of her thoughts. J tapped his knuckles against his desk again, knocking three times in succession.
"If you need to stop, do this with your hands or your feet," he said. "Understood?"
Amy nodded.
"Do it now," J said.
Amy balled up her fist and tapped on the arm of the chair, imitating J's rhythm.
"Good."
J stood up from his desk and came over to Amy. He crouched down so that his face was directly in front of hers, their eyes locking on one another. Suddenly, it was hard for Amy to breathe. J took her hand in his.
"I'm going to need you to be honest. We're going to test your boundaries, and I need you trust me. If you hurt, use the safe word. If I ask you, don't lie to me. Can you do that?"
"Tell me," J commanded.
The seriousness in his voice shook her. She bit her lips and then opened her mouth.
"Yes," Amy said.
"Yes, what?" J asked.
Amy took another deep breath. "Yes, Master J."
J smiled. He stood up and walked around behind Amy's chair. When he was out of her sight, Amy had the same feeling she had when she was blindfolded. Every bit of her body was awake, tingling with anticipation.
Then he touched her. J's finger trailed up from the base of Amy's neck up to her nape. The small gesture made her body breakout into goose bumps. She curled into his touch.
"So then," J said. He whispered with his lips right beside Amy's ear. "Shall we begin?"
As suddenly as he had touched her, J pulled away.
"Stand."
Slowly, Amy rose out of her seat. Her head started to turn, looking for J, but his hand caught her cheek.
"Don't move unless I tell you to," he said.
There was a hint of a threat in his voice. Don't move or what? Amy didn't have time to think about it. Suddenly, J's body was pressed against hers from behind. His hands reached around in front of her and pulled away her blazer until it fell on the floor.
Amy's chest tightened. Her arms wrapped around each other, shielding her body. He wasn't really going to do that, was he? He couldn't!
J grabbed Amy's arms and put them back at her side.
"Don't move," he said.
J's hands wrapped around Amy again. Now his fingers came to the top button of her dress shirt. She held her breath. No. He wasn't going to. Amy closed her eyes tight.
She felt the pressure of the fabric straining and then its release. J pulled back the cloth and Amy felt air touch her skin. She looked down. He did it. He'd started to unbutton her shirt.
He moved to grasp the next button. Everything about his movement was slow and deliberate. The way J held the small buttons, how he took them between his fingers and pulled them away from the buttonholes. Then how he pressed, sliding them through the slit. Amy held her breath with each one, unable to exhale until they popped through to the other side and left her just another little bit exposed.
Amy just wished he would hurry up. For some reason it was embarrassing. It wasn't that she had never been naked in front of a man before. But this was so slow. Normally this part was so quick that she didn't have time to be embarrassed. Clothes would fly off and the lights would shut off too fast for anyone to see anything.
That's how Amy liked it. But this, this was different. The way J took his time with each button and each new inch of skin. The way that she could feel him growing and pressing harder against her back. This was all different.
Before J was even done, the lace of Amy's bra peeked out from underneath the white cotton. Once all the buttons were open, J pulled the shirt off of Amy's shoulders. It fell to the ground with a whisper and Amy's stomach clenched.
J ran his hands over her body, grazing Amy's breasts through the lace. He didn't linger, but she was surprised to feel her nipples growing hard from his touch.
He walked around in front of her. She expected him to do something, say something, but he didn't. J just looked, his eyes burning her skin.
Amy's hands flew to her pants. She grasped the waist and started to unbutton it. She rushed, trying to do it as fast as she could. But J grabbed her hand. His grip was firm, but not painful.
"Stop," he said.
Amy hesitated. Why? Wasn't this what he wanted?
"Stop," J said again. This time his voice was deeper, darker. There was a growl in it, just daring her to disobey.
Amy's hand fell from her pants and dangled at her side. Without another word, J grabbed at her waist and buttoned it back together.
When he was done, J looked Amy up and down. A smirk came over his lips that made her want to run away, but she knew better than to move again. It took all of her will just to stand still.
J reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, silky piece of fabric. Amy only had a moment to look at it, wondering what it was, before he pulled her close to him.
Amy's cheek pressed against J's chest, the warmth of his body radiating through his shirt. The sharp green scent of J's cologne filled Amy's nose as she waited for what he was going to do next.
He wrapped his arms around her, reaching behind Amy's back. Then she felt the silky cloth circle around her wrists. J tied them together so that she couldn't move them at all.
Instinctively, Amy tugged at her new restraints. The tie was tight and wouldn't budge.
Amy's head felt light. What was she doing? She was alone, completely helpless, with this man she barely knew. And yet, she didn't want to leave. A part of her wanted to know just what was about to happen next.
"Now," J said, "I'm going to need you to remember what I said earlier. Be honest. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Amy nodded. Those words were becoming too easy to say.
J seemed satisfied with the response. He smiled and placed a hand on her head, running it down over the side of her face. Everywhere his touch went, Amy tingled. She sighed, leaning into his palm.
J pulled his hand away sharply.
"Kneel," he said.
Amy blinked. "What?"
"Kneel!"
Amy fell to her knees. J towered over her. It was harder than she expected to kneel with her hands tied behind her back. She struggled not to topple over.
J spread his legs and reached for the buckle of his belt. As soon as he touched it, Amy knew what was going to happen. Butterflies filled her stomach. Her toes curled beneath her, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.
As J pulled down his zipper, Amy was breathless. His dick strained against the fabric, pulling it taught. Amy held her breath. That, was it because of her? No. He could probably get hard on command, couldn't he?
Still, Amy's nipples pebbled beneath the lace of her bra. She felt herself getting wet just looking at it.
With just one more movement, J's dick was free. Amy gasped. It stood out straight, a slight bit of liquid glistening at the tip. J wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base and came towards Amy.
"Open," he said.
Seeing his dick so close to her face, Amy was really able to see the size of it. Would she be able to take it? She could use the safe word now and be done, but no. She wanted to do it.
Amy opened her mouth as wide she could. J slid in between her lips. The smooth skin was warm and salty on Amy's tongue. The width of it spread her jaws wide. As he pressed further in, Amy felt J's dick filling her throat completely.
At first, he was too slow. J moved himself in and out of Amy's lips, but what she wanted was to dictate the pace herself. With her hands behind her back, she had no control. All she could do was kneel there with her mouth open to receive whatever J was going to give her.
It was excruciating. Amy wanted to touch him. She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted him to touch her, she even wanted to touch herself. But she couldn't.
Soon, J pumped into Amy's mouth faster
. His dick was slick with her saliva and it slid in and out almost too fast for her to keep up. Her tongue pressed against the base of his cock, feeling the pulsing veins crisscrossing under his skin.
Somehow, J increased his speed. The length of his dick slammed down her throat over and over again. Amy gagged on the girth of it. It was hard to breathe, and her eyes opened wide. If she didn't stop him now, what would happen? Would she faint?
Amy lifted her feet slightly off of the floor, but hesitated. Should she do it? J shoved his dick into her mouth again, harder and deeper this time, deep enough for her to cough under the pressure.
With her feet, Amy knocked against the floor three times. Immediately, J pulled away from her and stopped. Amy bent over, coughing until her whole body shuddered. He grabbed her in his arms and held her close.
"Are you all right?" he asked. There was tenderness in his voice.
Weakly, Amy nodded her head. J slipped the silk from her wrists and Amy brought her hands to her throat. For a while, they just sat there while she caught her breath. Her chest slowly rose and fell as her breath returned to normal.
J picked Amy up and carried her over to a couch near the back wall of his office. Gently, he laid her down and covered her with the fur blanket that had been hanging there.
"Don't feel bad," J said. "That's what a safe word is for. I told you I would stop, and I did."
J stood and zipped himself up. He walked over to the door of his office and grabbed the handle. Before he left, he looked back at Amy.
"Rest there," he said. "I'll be right back."
He stepped out and closed the door behind him, then Amy was alone. It was strange. She had expected to be relieved. It was done. She could go home and say that they finished the second day of training. But still, Amy felt uneasy.
Amy looked around the room. She wasn't sure what she thought was going to happen when she got ready to leave that morning, but this certainly wasn't it. How could she have imagined that she would be half naked in someone's office, recovering after they had shoved their throbbing dick down her throat?