by Dakota Trace
She moaned loudly. If she’d wanted rope-space before, now she wanted it even more…the idea of the such a reward for her total submission had her ready to beg for him to hurry.
“Please, Sir…” It came out as needy raspy plea.
“Whoa, we’re doing a demonstration here, folks, not putting on a live sex show…not that this crowd would object, but let’s save that for later…” Davis’s crack had the crowd laughing, but her Sir’s expression promised more, as he began tying the Sakura around her waist.
Keeping her gaze lowered, she watched as his hands twisted a good section of the rope into what reminded her of her grandma’s crocheting. Flat with interlocking weaves, when it was pulled between her legs, it would rub against her mound in an indescribable way. And to watch him form what would become an instrument of torture plus bondage as well was mesmerizing. He mastered not only the rope but her as well. The connection between her, the rope, and the man who wielded it was undeniable.
“In this next tie, the Sakura…we’ll see Master Ethan ‘tying up the Cherry’…” Davis’s voice sounded further away. She needed something more. She must’ve made a noise because her Sir spoke softly as he worked.
“Almost there, my little nawa jujun. Let go…” His confidence, his masterful touch, seemed to vibrate along the hemp and directly into her body, even her soul. A feeling of well-being washed over her in huge waves. In his arms, nothing could touch her, she was his and her Sir would never let anyone or anything hurt her. As he pressed the flattened section between her thighs and then up between the crease of her buttocks to tie it off, she floated upward, an euphoric feeling engulfing her. Swaying, she leaned heavily into his arms, as he suddenly straightened.
“So good…” She wasn’t sure if the mumbled words came from her, Sir, or someone around them, because this is what she’d been searching for - for such a long time. A place where nothing could touch her and all she had to do was simply be.
“That’s right, Sabella…” Sir held her against his body, his scent enveloping her as he ran his hands over her bound form. “…give over to me.” He continued to murmur words, but they didn’t register other than as soft comforting noise. She was…home.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Damn.” Ethan was amazed at how deep his Sabella had flown. Her body was limp, relaxed, and sated as if they had just had a marathon of sex. He continued to stroke over the warm skin and hemp crisscrossing her body, as his partner had droned on about the ties themselves, and answering questions from both Doms and subs in the crowd.
He’d learned from past experience during the demonstration itself, he could fall into a top-space, rising right along with his submissive if their connection was strong. He’d been right to have Davis along to explain his movements, because as surely as he’d coaxed Sabella into rope-space, his little one had dragged him right along. He felt like a god, but humble at the same time. He was going to have to thank his partner for finding him this little gem, but first he needed to ease Sabella back down.
“Come back to me, Sabella.” He whispered the words in her ear, keeping his touch light and soothing. He knew she probably wasn’t feeling it, but a harder touch would only send her higher and feed the rope-space where she’d fallen. But completely removing his touch could cause more issues, like sub-drop.
“Davis, the blanket.” The words could barely be heard above the people, who after the conclusion of the presentation, wanted to speak to him. But before he answered any questions himself, he had a sub to ease back to reality.
“Here.” A soft fleece blanket appeared in his line of vision. Taking it from his friend, he wrapped the material around Sabella. Her eyelids fluttered.
“That’s right, little one. I’m here. Come back to me. See how much you’ve pleased me with your submission.” He kept up a soft litany of praise, and how as much as he loved that he’d sent her to rope-space, he wanted her to come back to him. Keeping a finger on her pulse, he guided her back. Eventually her eyes fluttered open. Gazing up at him, her expression serene, a slow smile crossed her face.
“My Sir.” His heart leapt at her proclamation. But he wouldn’t put any stock in it. Her voice was drowsy as if she’d been roused out of a deep sleep. And he supposed in a way she had been, but as an experienced Dom he knew not to take anything a sub coming out of rope-space said to heart. Her body had experienced a total release, unlike any she’d probably ever experienced, and more than likely she was unaware of what she was offering.
“Yes, Sabella.” He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Your Sir.”
Her lips parted as she leaned into his palm. Then she caught his gaze, sleepy desire sparkling in her eyes. “Have you considered?”
His cock, which had been half erect during their demonstration, stirred and stretched to full length. He had forgotten his promise to consider allowing her to suck his cock once she’d reached subspace, and now was torn. Very rarely did he allow a submissive to suck him. He found it to be a much more intimate act as it gave control over to the submissive. “No, not yet.”
“A wonderful demonstration, Dr. Tremaine.”
A male voice washed over him, as Sabella’s sharp inhalation and her body’s sudden rigidness in his arms confirmed his worst fears. Shit, not now. Why the hell didn’t the front door notify me he was here? The last thing I need is Louis Vayarti fucking this up. The man’s timing was horrible. His little Sabella was open and vulnerable in a way which couldn’t handle the man’s presence.
Even as he gathered Sabella closer and rose with her in his arms, he looked around for Davis. When his partner made eye contact with him, Davis broke free of the gaggle of submissives he’d been talking to and headed towards Ethan. Keeping Sabella snuggled close, he shot Louis an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Mr. Vayarti, but I can’t give you the tour right at this moment. If you’ll excuse me, I have a submissive to tend to. I’m sure Master Davis can answer any questions you might have and I’ll give you the five cent tour when I get back.”
“No problem. I look forward to it.” The tight smile Louis gave Ethan was a mockery of his words.
* * * *
Louis…why is he here…he should be in New York…
The mantra kept playing in her head as Ethan carried her through the club, down the hall and into his private playroom. As he softly kicked the open door shut, she rested her head against his shoulder. The last thing she’d expected was to see her former master standing there, as bold as you please, as she came out of sub-space for the first time. He’d looked different to her. His face more roughly hewn than she’d remembered, his shoulders wider and more…aggressive, and she had a feeling it had to do with her response to her Sir. She now hungered for a particular soft-spoken, slender Japanese-African American, who could turn her on by simply pulling his dreadlocks back.
“Shh, I’m sorry that happened, little one. I was expecting him later this evening.” Ethan settled onto the thickly padded couch on one side of the room. Right next to the ladder-back chair where he’d bent her over his lap and paddled her bottom. She wasn’t sure what to say. Now that she had experienced what true submission was with Ethan, she didn’t want to go back to what she had with Louis. It was rather eye-opening in fact, as he appeased something much deeper than Louis ever had. Not that she hadn’t gotten pleasure back then out of taking care of the other man. She had, but it was nothing like the euphoria she’d found in her Sir’s arms. But how to tell her Master that without sounding like a lovestruck newbie?
“Don’t apologize, Sir. You have no control over when a person arrives any more than I do.” She tucked her head under his chin, savoring his closeness. With his collar around her throat and her body naked against his clothed one, she could almost make believe they had a true Dom/sub relationship. She had to remind herself they’d made no promises, other than to see where the chemistry between them could lead.
“True.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “So was it what you were expecting?”
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“What? Seeing Louis or the performing in front of an audience?”
He gave her hip a slap through the blanket. “Neither one. The rope-space. Was it what you expected it to be?” His palm soothed over the offended area.
She shook her head. “No, it was more. Words don’t do it justice. It was as if I were floating away but at the same time I was in a cocoon where nothing could hurt me.” She furrowed her brow. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes, little one, it does. It is what makes rope-space what it is. You’re lifted high but are protected, as you let go of everything.” He nuzzled her crown. “Now, would you like a drink of water?”
Licking her lips, she suddenly noticed how dry her mouth actually was. “Yes, Sir.”
Setting her down in the corner of the couch, he tucked the blanket more firmly around her rope-clad body. “Sit there, while I go get you some water.” He kissed her palm before returning it to under the blanket. “You were beautiful in your submission today, Sabella. Thank you. You’ve made me very happy.”
Her throat tightened with emotion. “You’re welcome, Sir.”
He rose gracefully from the crouch he was in, before moving over to the small mini fridge. “Well, hell.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “I’m sorry, but it seems as if someone forgot to stock the mini-fridge again.” A self-conscious smile tugged at his lips. “And that would’ve been me. I’ll be right back.” He moved to the door and paused. “You’ll be okay for a few minutes? I’ll make this quick. I promise.”
She nodded. That was her Sir. Making sure she was okay. “I’ll be fine, Sir. Not planning on moving from this spot.” She snuggled deeper into the blanket, enjoying the feel of the fuzzy fleece against her skin. The contrast between it and the ropes was delicious.
“I’ll be right back.” He left the room, shutting the door behind him. Yawning, she settled in to await the return of her Sir, her eyelids drooping. She was suddenly tired, perhaps she’d rest her eyes until he returned. Maybe then she could convince him to let her take care of the thick cock she’d noticed pressing against her while he held her.
* * * *
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been dozing on the couch when she heard voices outside the door of Ethan’s private room. Stirring, she stretched her limbs, smiling as the ropes tugged at her flesh. These particular bindings were ones she wouldn’t mind wearing under clothing. They were non-restrictive when it came to moving, but still held her tightly. Maybe if she asked Sir, he’d perhaps he’d leave the Shinju in place tonight as a reminder of her first time of achieving rope-space.
Glancing around the room she idly wondered how long Sir had been gone. Long enough for her to need to empty her bladder. Sitting up, she kept the blanket around her and went to the door on the opposite side of the room from the hall, hoping it was a bathroom, since she wasn’t brave enough to wander into the hall dressed as she was. Besides her Sir had told her to wait for him here.
Pulling open the door, she froze as she heard her name. The door she’d hoped led to a bathroom, in all actuality was the entrance to the office her Sir shared with Davis. And seated in the center of the room at his desk was Ethan, and across from him was Louis.
“Don’t be a fool, Tremaine. I’ve heard from several reliable sources, such as Master Balin, your relationships with submissives are at best temporary. You’ve even been known to share them with other Doms. If you don’t feel comfortable letting me scene with your sub by myself, how about we share her? Balin said that’s how you did it with his current sub. In fact you gave her to him.” Louis raked his hand through his hair. “I’ve been honest about what happened in Chicago, and it was a one-time incident brought on by the death of my father. It clouded my judgment. If you’re there, you can see for yourself I know exactly how to treat submissives.”
“You have a valid point, Louis. Since you’ve been here in Napa there’s been nothing suspect or below board about your behavior with submissives. In fact, Davis told me you just got done sceneing with a newbie and did remarkably well.” Ethan leaned forward in his chair, bracing himself on the desk in front of him with his elbows. “But what makes you think I should allow you to touch what’s currently mine?”
She waited for Sir to inform the fool he wouldn’t share her with him. Despite any of his past relationships, he didn’t view Sabella in the same way. If not that, then at least a simple no. Then Louis gave a familiar grin, the one which Sabella had seen many times, it was his ‘move in the for the kill’ smile.
“Because I know your little submissive. I met her last summer at an art exhibit where I accompanied my mother in San Francisco. Bella was showing a couple of her small sculptures. To make a long story short, she came back here because of her family, and now that I’m in Napa to stay, I’d like another chance with her. So think of this as an audition in a way. I want to be in the running for when you give her away, just like Balin was with Sheila. Some of the fellow Doms suggested I approach you instead. They said you always pick your sub’s new Master. I want a chance with Bella.”
She cringed as her nickname rolled off Louis’s tongue. As a submissive, she was no longer Bella. She was her Sir’s Sabella. And there’s not a prayer in hell I’ll go back to him - not now when I know what I can have with the right Dom.
“Indeed, in the past that’s how it’s been.” Ethan sat back in his chair. “If I said yes to this scene, what exactly would you do to her? I need to know before I even think about agreeing. I know my sub’s limits, and while I have been known to enjoy watching my subs please other men. I still have a responsibility to make sure they are safe.”
Sabella’s breath caught in her throat. He couldn’t actually be entertaining the idea of sharing her with Louis could he?
“Some light bondage, perhaps a paddling or two before having her suck my cock. Nothing harsh, just simple play.”
Her Sir made a show of thinking of about it, and Sabella’s unease grew.
“She does seem to be orally fixated. Perhaps she’d enjoyed sucking you off. She asked me tonight if she could suck me off after the demonstration.” Ethan gave a wicked smile - the one which had always wet her panties in the past, but this time it had her heart sinking to the bottom of her stomach.
“That sounds like my Bella.”
“Of course I denied her. I am the Dom after all. I pick when I let any sub touch my cock.”
Louis gave a bark of laughter. “Of course. We’re the Masters, and they should be begging for every scrap we throw their way…”
“Some think that way.” Ethan drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “I tell you what, I’ll let you scene with her when…”
Sabella’s heart shattered. Eyes stinging, she moved away from the door, gently closing it, before she burst into tears. Letting the blanket drop to the floor, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and wanted to throw something at it. In its reflection she saw only a fool. Fingers fumbling, she reached up and unbuckled the collar at her throat. Letting it dangle from her grip, she looked around the room for an exit which wouldn’t alert Sir…no Ethan… she was leaving. Which left both doors out. Finally looking up, she spotted the open beams running across the top of the room. Obviously during the remodeling they hadn’t enclosed the ceilings of the rooms, choosing instead to keep the old winery’s ambiance and structure. Now they would provide her with an exit. She could use the beams as an escape route. Judging the distance, she decided it would have to work. Tossing the collar on the floor, she used the counter to catch a hold of the crossbeam. Hauling herself up on the eight inch wide beam, she quickly moved in the opposite direction of Ethan’s office and playroom, leaving behind more than just the blanket and collar. She was done with Dr. Ethan Tremaine. Let him find another submissive to help him with his demonstration. There wasn’t a prayer in hell she’d allow him to touch her again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ethan wanted to howl in frustration. The son of bitch had cornered him when he had go
ne out to get his Sabella a bottle of water. He’d insisted they needed to talk. Ethan had finally given in, his curiosity finally trumping his discontent about Louis even being in the same room with Sabella. Then the man had brought up Ethan’s past relationships. Ethan would be having a talk with Iranski about divulging his private matters to new members. But no matter what the man said, there wasn’t a prayer in Hell he would ever share Sabella. She was his. Now the fool in front of him was spouting some shit about just because they were Doms, their subs should have to beg for every scrap of affection. If it wasn’t for the fact he’d wanted to see if there was something he could eventually use against the man, he’d have kicked him out of not only his office but his club as well, after giving the fool a sound thrashing. Submissives were to be cherished as the gift they were, and while some begging was acceptable, as a Dom he’d never wanted to utterly humiliate his sub. He knew other Doms who did, and as long as their subs were okay with it, he didn’t have an issue. Even as submissive as his Sabella was, he couldn’t see her getting off on it.
“Some think that way.” Ethan drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “I tell you what, I’ll let you scene with her when…”
“But what? Tell me what you need me to do and I’ll do it.” Louis leapt out of his chair in his excitement, the scrape of the chair against the floor notoriously loud.
“Calm down, Vayarti.” Ethan spoke calmly, even though he wanted to deck the asshole. He waited until the man settled back into his seat. “As I was saying. The only way I’ll let you scene with my submissive is if you grow a pair of tits and allow Sabella to dominate you.”
Louis’s expression was priceless, his mouth hanging open as if he were going to catch flies. “Excuse me?”
Ethan sighed. “You heard me. I don’t care what kind of relationship you might have had with Sabella in the past, it’s been over for quite some time. She’s mine now, and despite past transgressions, I am smart enough to know when to hang on to the best thing who’s ever entered my life. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you within ten feet of my submissive. Now if you’ll excuse me, I happen to have a beautifully submissive woman I’ve neglected long enough. Can you find your way back to the main room, or do I need to call my security to escort you there?”