She pushed her reservations aside and followed the woman up the large staircase to the left. She trotted up the stairs, then approached a door with the words DRAGON'S LAIR written in bold gold letters on the mahogany wood.
"My name is Raven. Master Reed has requested that I prepare you."
"Um...er...nice to meet you.” Marley was glad she remembered her manners, but she needed some answers. “Not to be rude or anything, but what exactly are you helping me prepare for?” She thought it was all simple—drop her clothes and wait for Reed.
Raven stepped through the door, motioned for Marley to enter, and when she did, closed it behind her. “I've lived the lifestyle for some time now. Since you've never been in a scene before, I can help you get ready for your master. He's left orders of how he wants you presented, and trust me, you won't be able to do it alone."
"Oh.” Marley's surprise wasn't only from what Raven said, but also in regard to the view before her. A black wooden box was in the center of the room, the castle walls were bare, and candles gave off a dim light.
A series of racy images formed in Marley's mind as she fantasized about what Reed planned for her tonight. Heat burned between her thighs, and wetness formed there.
"Master Reed has picked your attire for the evening,” Raven said as she walked toward an open door at the back of the room. “But first you need to shower."
Marley gave her head a little shake, trying to snap herself out of the scenes playing in her mind, and she followed Raven into the other room, clearly a bathroom.
Raven approached a bench against the wall and sat down. “You only have fifteen minutes to be ready for him. I'd suggest you not make him wait—he won't be happy."
Right, the last thing Marley needed to do was piss him off. She understood enough of the rules of BDSM to know if she defied him, she'd be punished. The thought sent a tickle through her body, causing her already swollen clit to throb—what if she wanted him to punish her?
Marley left Raven behind and moved around the corner to enter the shower area.
"Put the shower cap on,” Raven called out. “Master Reed doesn't want your hair wet—he wants you to wear it down."
"Okay.” So many thoughts kept her mind busy as she hurried through her shower. What did Reed plan for her to wear? What did he intend to do to her? Her excitement made her rush to find out.
Marley grabbed a towel from a hook and dried off, then returned to Raven in the change room to find her holding clothing. Leather. Marley's heart raced. Oh yes, her fantasies included leather clothing, and the knowledge that she'd wear it for Reed only increased her already overdriven arousal.
"Now so you know, this is a job for me.” Raven smiled. “Just like a nurse or a doctor. I have seen hundreds of pussies, and yours is no different. So you don't have to be shy or worried. To me your goodies mean nothing, just a day at work."
"Do you say the same line to everyone?” Marley laughed.
"Yes.” Raven shrugged and laughed with her before her expression firmed up. “Now drop the towel, and I'll help you into this."
"What's this, exactly?"
Raven held up a corset in one hand and gripped a long piece of ribbon in the other. “Reed picked the corset for you tonight.” Raven gestured toward the towel. “Drop it."
Marley let the towel pool at her feet. She wanted—no, needed—to feel the cool leather against her skin. She'd never considered herself a sex kitten, yet wearing a leather corset demanded she be seen as such, and she had never been so eager to get into a piece of clothing before.
Raven put the ribbon over her shoulder and placed the front of the corset against Marley's chest. “Hold it in place, please."
Marley held the front tight while Raven began to tie the corset together with the ribbon. She glanced down at the black leather against her pale skin. The material seemed like a cool body pressed against her, and it felt perfectly right, undeniably sexy.
Within ten minutes, the corset sat snug against Marley, creating cleavage she didn't know possible with her small breasts. Raven wandered back over to the bench and held up a garter belt—leather, of course. She placed it around Marley's hips, settling it into place, then fastened it. Next Raven handed her thigh-high stockings and helped her attach them to the garters.
Raven gave her a once-over and smiled. “Master Reed will be happy. You look beautiful.” She took Marley's hand and pulled her toward a mirror. “Take a look for yourself."
Marley gasped. She'd seen images like this before, but on models, never on her body. She did a spin to examine the new her and spotted two round steel loops attached to the sides of the fabric.
Before she had a chance to figure out the purpose of the loops, Raven handed her sleek black heels. “The finishing touches."
Marley put them on and stabilized herself to get used to the steep angle. In no time, she found her balance. So many emotions rushed through her, but she surprised herself by not feeling nerves ping-ponging in her body—more so, her pussy throbbed with excitement. “Okay, I'm ready."
Raven nodded, left the bathroom, and Marley followed. At the center of the room, Raven pointed to the ground. “Master Reed wants you here."
Marley looked to the spot she gestured to before glancing back at Raven to clarify. “Standing there?"
She shook her head. “Master Reed prefers a submissive to kneel when she's presented to him. Here, I'll help you get the position right.” Once Marley knelt, Raven used her feet to nudge at Marley's knees. “You want to display yourself for your master. Show off your body to him. You want to entice him so he rewards you."
Marley scooted out her thighs until the air swept along her pussy, indicating she now held herself wide open. The position amplified her arousal. Waiting. Wanton. Being shown off like this, totally exposed, did more for her arousal than any amount of foreplay she'd ever had before.
Raven took a step back, her gaze drifting between Marley's thighs before she nodded, then glanced back up to Marley. “Yes, that's good.” She grabbed Marley's shoulders and pulled to arch her back. “Bring your arms behind you, hold on to your hands, and push out your chest."
Marley complied.
"Now lift your head. You've got a beautiful long neck—show it off to him."
Again Marley listened. Not a comfortable position, yet she assumed Raven knew what Reed wanted. Besides, a sense of calm washed over her while she knelt and waited. All her nerves, the butterflies whipping about, settled.
Raven fiddled with her hair, getting the waves perfectly displayed, before she gave Marley a final look. “Yes, that'll do.” She walked to the door, opened it, then glanced over her shoulder. “Oh and, Marley, don't look at him until he directs you otherwise, and always end your responses with ‘Sir.’ This is his space now, and I suggest you don't forget that fact."
Easier said than done!
The restaurant had been busy when Reed entered and only seemed to fill up more as time went by. He drank the glass of water to replenish his fluids before he met with Marley. From the moment he sat on the stool, he felt impatient, and as the minutes drew on, it only intensified and he found himself fidgeting.
"Marley is ready for you, Master Reed."
Reed spun around to see Raven grinning from ear to ear. “What's with the look?"
"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you appear anxious."
Reed snorted. “But you do know me well.” Raven had always been the woman to prepare Reed's subs, and over the years, they'd formed a solid friendship.
Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. “Right. Well, you better get going unless you're making her wait on purpose."
Reed drank the rest of his water and then approached Raven. He rested his hand on her shoulder. “Like I said, you do know me well.” He wanted to test Marley. Would she hold her position?
He couldn't deny it excited him to see if this would be a natural role for her to fall into, or if it would take some teaching on his part. Either way he would enjoy discoveri
ng his answer.
"Enjoy yourself tonight,” Raven said.
"I imagine I will.” He patted her shoulder. “Thank you for preparing her."
Raven winked. “It's my pleasure."
Reed left Raven behind and made his way toward the dungeon. He ventured up the stairs and noticed the tray of toys he'd requested waiting for him at the door. After a quick look to ensure the items were all there, he took the folded black sheet off the side and covered the tray. He grabbed the door handle and entered the room.
The image Marley presented sent blood rushing straight to his cock. She also hadn't looked to him in curiosity, just as he'd instructed Raven to tell her.
Impressive.
Reed strode farther into the room, pushed the cart, and placed it against the wall. He approached her then and stopped in front of her. She never looked up, never wavered in her position, even though he could see her tremble. “You may stand."
Marley stood in an awkward way, which didn't surprise him since she was new to BDSM. He knew he couldn't fault her, as a smooth transition needed to be learned. Besides, he had been too busy staring at her to really care. The corset had been a perfect choice, and Reed held back his groan. The woman could leave him flustered if he hadn't possessed the control he did.
"You may look at me, and if I ask you a question, you are to answer."
She looked to him, and the burn in her gaze indicated that nerves played no part there. Clearly the trembling of her body had been due to her arousal. He suspected her pussy would be slick with need, which only made his cock harder.
Reed glanced along the length of her body, admiring her. The corset stopped just at her hips, where the garter belt sat lower and stretched over her tight ass, leaving her creamy skin exposed in the places he planned to pay attention to later. He circled behind her and gazed upon those fabulous long legs of hers. Then he trailed his finger along her thigh. “Your legs are sexy, and they please me very much.” She murmured a thank-you, sounding more breathy than anything else.
Yes, she had been perfectly presented to him as he requested, and she stunned him. He instructed most of his subs to alter their appearance to his liking. He demanded some grow their hair longer since short hair did nothing for him, stop tanning since he enjoyed creamy, untouched skin, and wax their pussy instead of shave because it left a smoother feel, but Marley did all these things. Already she had done everything right without even knowing it.
Her mouth was slightly parted as if she couldn't pass enough air through her nose. Reed knelt and nudged her thighs open. Her pussy was bare except for the thin line pointing the way to her clit, just how he liked it. “You've got a pretty pussy.” He raised his hand and cupped her, then squeezed the heated skin. “Always keep it like this."
Marley moaned. Reed moved his fingers back slightly and felt the wet warmth beneath his touch. Her sensitive skin was already damp, and he hadn't even shown her anything. Oh, how she teased him. “You've done very well."
"Thank you, Sir."
Reed rejoiced to hear her address him as she should, and he'd also commend Raven for how well she'd prepared Marley. “You will need to choose a word that will be your safe word. If things go out of your comfort zone, you can say this word and I will stop."
"Stop the scene completely, Sir?"
He shook his head. “I will move on to something else. This is how we will build trust. You will have a way out if you need it, but I warn you not to use it unless necessary. Believe that I know what you can manage and I would not do anything I don't think you can handle."
She paused, clearly considered her word, then grinned. “Pact, Sir. That's the word I'll use."
Reed nodded, finding her safe word sweet and appropriate. “Very well.” He pressed his palm against her clit. She moaned. “My rules are not hard to follow. Whenever you please me, I will pleasure you in return. If you don't, I will force you to earn your reward.” He circled his palm to roll her clit beneath his hand, and her eyes fluttered closed. “Ah, beautiful...” He withdrew. “You have not earned that much pleasure yet."
He left her and strode toward the cart. There he removed the linen to reveal ropes, his flogger, and a crop. He took the smaller of the two crimson ropes, which he'd picked because he knew the color would be a stunning contrast against the black leather corset, her dark hair, and her pale skin.
Marley glanced at the rope before her molten eyes returned to his.
"Hold your hands out in front of you,” Reed said.
She responded instantly.
He took one end of the rope and tied a French bowline knot. Once he had the loop completed, he slipped the rope over her wrists, then tightened the knot. He stepped in behind her, trailed his hand over her ass, and gave it a slap before he made another knot. “Bring your right arm behind your back.” She complied, and he put the rope over her other wrist. With only a small amount of rope remaining, he pulled Marley's wrists together. There he tied a square knot, stabilizing the hold.
He moved in front of her to find desire flashing in her eyes. Not a surprise. At the restaurant, she'd squirmed in her seat when he discussed the possibility of being bound, and her reaction told him she'd become aroused by the restraint. To be sure she felt safe, even if her eyes said as much, he voiced the question. “Being bound is a wonderful feeling, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, very much."
"I'm pleased to hear it, because you look stunning presented this way to me.” He ran his fingers over the swells of her breasts. “It accentuates you here.” He pulled back her shoulder, then grasped her hip. “You look even more beautiful when you arch your back a little. I want you to stay in this position at all times. Do not disappoint me by ruining my view."
"I won't, Sir."
Reed stepped back, content with what he saw. No flaws were present on her skin—only smooth white flesh beneath the dark leather, all inviting him to move forward with the scene.
He went over to the tray and grabbed his black leather cowhide flogger. This flogger was an appropriate choice for her—a light hit would cause some pain, but the velvety leather would provide only a minor sting.
Reed returned to stand in front of her. Marley's gaze focused on the flogger. “Ah, I see excitement raging through those beautiful eyes of yours.” He positioned himself behind her, spun the flogger in his hands, and her breath hitched. Without another word, he smacked the flogger against her thigh to test her.
She gasped.
"On a scale of one to ten, tell me the pain level you experienced."
"Four, Sir."
"Only a four. I'll have to change that, won't I?” Her sweet ass clenched. With his empty hand, he smacked her on the ass with a flat palm. The loud hit echoed in the empty room, and she screeched. “Never anticipate what I will do to you. You'll never get what you expected, and I will punish you for such anticipation."
"Sorry, Sir."
"And so you should be.” He waited for her to settle—for her muscles to loosen before he raised the flogger and hit her ass. “What's your pain level?"
"Three, Sir."
He smacked her again.
"Five, Sir."
He hit harder.
"Seven, Sir."
And harder.
"Ten, Sir,” she shouted.
Reed studied her reactions to each hit. He witnessed the subtle way her muscles relaxed at the halfway mark. Her responses told him she liked a little pain, would find pleasure from the pain, but anything harder would be too much for her.
"You've held your position and answered my questions honestly.” He moved in front of her and touched her pussy, swirled his finger in her juices before he inserted one finger, then pushed two through her damp lips. “Always stay honest, not only with me but yourself, and we'll do fine here.” He slid his fingers deeper within her, settled them against her G-spot, and then he finger fucked her senseless.
Marley screamed. Her pussy clenched against his fingers, forcing him to grab on to her hip to keep up
the rhythm he'd set. Her moans sent shivers down his spine and pooled heat into his thick erection.
She surprised him, though, by maintaining eye contact. So focused. So intent. He'd give her the first climax because of her natural submission to him and for how well she'd done.
He fucked her with his fingers more forcefully, and her screams morphed together in one long, desirable explosion. The sound of her climax stilled as wetness warmed his hand and her final cry of fulfillment rang through the air.
"Very good.” Her pussy no longer contracted around his fingers, and the focus in her eyes returned. “You're responsive. I'm honored you came as hard as you did for me and so quickly.” He withdrew his fingers, cupped her face, and crushed his lips against hers in a fevered pitch. Reed could find himself lost in her mouth, yet he pulled away to remain focused on his role. “By the time I'm done with you, I want to see your thighs glistening with your arousal. You won't fail me, will you?"
"No, Sir.” She sounded breathless. “I won't."
Reed grinned. Not only was Marley undeniably beautiful, his type in every regard, but she had not fought him in the least. She'd been naturally everything he wanted in a sub. He'd forced her to come, not only to offer her a reward, but he'd wanted to see how sexually aware she was. Not all women were capable of having a G-spot release, but she'd done exactly that.
Damn, this woman aroused him, and he wanted her to experience the satisfaction of knowing she caused this reaction in him. He closed his body on hers to allow her to feel his heavy cock on her stomach, to give her that reward and show her she enthralled him. “The sight of you, the smell of you, your obedience—it all makes my cock fucking hard. You've made that happen and should be proud of yourself."
"Very proud, Sir."
It'd been some time since anyone had brought him to this level of arousal. Yes, they could cause a semierection, and eventually he'd grow hard and demand some attention, but not one had made him so hard, so fast—only Marley.
Reed approached the table again and grabbed the butterfly vibrator. He tucked the flogger under his arm and held the vibrator's straps up to show his intention. “I give my word the toy is new and has never been used on another."
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