by Marie Skye
I felt myself getting heated, and he raised an eyebrow. Dammit. I cleared my throat, trying to change the subject. "So what's the purpose of me being naked?"
He rounded the kitchen island and took my hand, leading me from the kitchen to the living room. "To expose your vulnerability and to get you nice and primed. It's going to be a whole new experience for you tonight. I want you to be completely aware of that. If you have any doubts whatsoever, we won't go, so I need you to be sure.” He cupped my face. This took me back to the first time I asked him to punish me, when he searched my face for any uncertainty. I didn't give him any then, and I wasn't about to give him any now. I put my hands over his.
"I'm sure."
His eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. "You were made for me."
I needed her as relaxed and as comfortable as possible before tonight, and the best way was to put her on edge. I decided a sensual massage was the way to go. But my way. She was reluctant at first, but that quickly subdued. Then I decided to be a bastard by making her relaxation into a full-on orgasm denial technique.
“This isn’t relaxation at all, Grayson. It’s doing nothing but pissing me off.”
I had her laid out on the massage table, hands tied above her, as I gently blew air on her clit before lazily running my tongue back and forth. “I said I needed you primed. This is me priming you.” She moaned in frustration. “This is nothing compared to what you’ll be experiencing tonight. There will be pleasure, and there will be pain, but if it’s too much, if you dare me to stop, you know what to say.” She threw her head back as I nipped harder on her clit. “Don’t come.”
She started whimpering. “I feel like I’m on fire, Grayson, please. Help me.”
“As much as I love it when you beg, not yet, love.” I eased up and untied the ropes. “You know what they say. Good things come to those who wait.” I sat her up. “Come on, let’s take a bath, and then get you ready.”
"Keep still.” She tried moving away, and I held her tighter.
"Do you honestly expect me to keep still when your fingers are doing that?"
I smiled into her neck. "You sound frustrated."
"And you're an asshole," she retorted.
I laughed before biting her shoulder. She yelped as I applied more pressure to her clit. "But I like you like this. Your guards are down, no control. Exactly the way I want you.” She whimpered as I inserted a finger and curled up, but then stopped moving my fingers. "I'll tell you what," I whispered in her ear. "I'll let you take this one."
She began rocking her hips back and forth.
“Take what you need, love.” She rocked faster. I used my free hand and pinched her nipples hard, and she threw her head back. Turning her head, I smashed my lips against hers to swallow her screams as her pussy clamped around my fingers. “You’re so beautiful when you come, you practically glow.” She went lax in my arms. I turned her around so she straddled me and stood us up. Her legs wrapped around me and I sat her on the counter as I carefully dried her off. She reached for my erect penis, and I grabbed her wrist.
“No.” She reached again, and I grabbed both of her hands and twisted them around her back. “I said no. Don’t make me regret my niceness for letting you come. You won’t like it.” She sighed. “Come on, I had something sent over for you.”
I headed to the closet and handed her a garment bag. I slowly unzipped it, studying her reaction.
She let out a small gasp. "It's beautiful, but…"
"But?"
She sighed. "I don't think something like that would look right on me. That's for someone tall and skinny, someone like…” Her voice trailed off.
I closed the distance between us. "Emmalin, look at me.” Her eyes slowly met mine. "You have no idea how sexy your body is, do you? I crave every inch of you. Try it on. If it makes you uncomfortable, then you don't have to wear it. Okay?"
She looked from me to the dress. "I think I want to start with hair and makeup first, but alone."
I didn't like her alone. It gave her too much time to think. I reluctantly nodded. "Of course. I'll be in one of the other rooms getting ready.
Two hours later, I sat in the living room, continuously checking my watch. Every time I thought about going upstairs to check on her, I stopped myself. Maybe she had a change of heart. It wouldn't have mattered if she wore something different. It was just a dress, albeit a little more revealing than what she was used to. Finally, I heard footsteps and turned, maybe a bit too eagerly. It was then I realized that this whole thing was a damn mistake. Her hair was swept to the side in a mountain of curls with a diamond pin. She normally wore minimal makeup, but she dramatized it with smoky eyes, which made her green eyes pop. The dress had a V cut in the front with a strapped, crisscrossed, open back, which was low cut to just above the small of her back. My dick was instantly hard. I was fucked.
"Take it off.” She gawked at me, shocked. "Baby, you're beautiful, trust me, but I just got hard in not even a second, and the fact that you did means trouble, no matter that this dress is white. I'll be fighting everyone all night. Take it off."
She sauntered over to me and smiled. "Let's go, Grayson.” She grabbed her clutch. I looked after her as she walked toward the door.
"You're not going to change?"
She shook her head. "Nope. It riles you up, and we know how much I like doing that.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m looking forward to punishing you later, you know that?” She smiled as she opened the closet, looking for her coat. “Ah, yes. About that.” I opened the other closet, removed a coat, and held it open for her. “This is for you. No more walking around in the world’s thinnest coat. And no, I don’t want to hear a ‘No, Grayson. You shouldn’t have.'”
She gave me a half smile. “It’s beautiful, but you shouldn’t have.”
“I can, and I will. You never do as you're told, do you?”
As I fastened it, she turned to me. “You didn’t get rid of the other one, did you?”
“So what if I did?”
She stiffened. “Grayson?”
I looked into her eyes, seeing the seriousness in them, and kissed her nose. “It’s in the bedroom closet. Come on. Alistair is here."
"You're not driving?"
"No, I need your undivided attention.” We rode in silence to Tesh. She tried her best to remain calm and was almost doing a damn good job of it, too, if it weren’t for the constant tapping of her hand against her knee.
I finally clasped her hand in mine. "Just say the word and he can drive us straight home, or anywhere else."
"I'm fine. Really."
"And you're a horrible liar."
The car slowed to the front of the building, and we got out. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary bungalow. I led her up the stairs to the door.
She peered at me curiously. "This is it?"
I smiled before pulling out my key and unlocking the door. I watched Emmalin taking in the surroundings as I shut the door behind us. The living room furniture, the TV, the family pictures.
"It's just a house?” she whispered to me in confusion. I led her to the kitchen to the woman sitting at the dining room table.
"Mr. Mandrake. Long time no see."
"Juno, lovely to see you as always.” I watched Juno look Emmalin up and down.
"She's lovely. Will she be sceneing tonight?"
"No. Not tonight, nor any other.” I removed Emmalin's coat and handed it to Juno as Juno took note of Emmalin in all white.
"Pity. She would've been spectacular to scene with.” She turned to Emmalin. "I trust you're aware that it's a privilege to be here. We pride ourselves on maintaining strict anonymity. Failure to maintain that results in dire consequences."
"Yes, ma’am."
Juno nodded. "In that case, enjoy yourselves. Mr. Mandrake has already submitted your request."
I led us to the back room to a hidden elevator that took us down several levels. The doors opened,
and Emmalin gasped at her surroundings. As many times as I'd been here, it was impressive, as if walking into another world. I looked at Emmalin.
"I don't know why I was expecting a strip club.” She gazed around at the glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The dim lighting, the "library" that had Egyptian plush carpet, yet if you looked closely, you noticed a younger man kneeling next to an older man. His eyes were downcast, and he had a leash on in addition to being completely nude. A server wearing only a bowtie stopped in front of us, and I grabbed two flutes of champagne and handed one to Emmalin.
I studied her reaction as she downed the whole drink, before passing her the second glass. "Let's have dinner."
"Oh, I'm not hungry.” She shook her head, watching as two men in rubber masks with ball gags followed a woman down a hall.
I turned her head toward me. “I wasn’t asking.” I led her to the dining room, nodding at those passing by, while tightening my grip around her waist.
“Grayson.” I froze at that voice and slowly turned. “Dale, I wasn’t aware you were extended an invitation here.”
He smiled while looking Emmalin up and down. “Oh yes, a few months now, in fact. Looking beautiful as always, Emmalin. It’s a shame he has you in white. You would’ve been lovely to partner up with. The offer is always open.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? If you so much as touch her, I will end your life.”
“Gentleman, is there a problem?” I looked up at the house security.
“No problem. I was simply telling Grayson how exquisite she is.”
“You know the rules, Mr. Ferguson. Unless the madam objects, if they’re in all white, they’re not to be touched.”
Dale held up his hands. “I understand. Just merely complimenting.” He nodded between us. “Until later.”
I watched him walk away. My mood had completely changed. I was now angry and tense, and I knew there was only one way to calm myself. We needed to get through dinner fast. With a hand clenched in my pocket, I led us to the dining room.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
I smiled and nodded.
She sighed. “Don’t do that. I wish you would tell me what the issue between the two of you is.”
I took her menu. “Part of this experiment is leaving all of your control at the door, which means unless you use your safeword with me, in the event you feel like you’re unsafe in any way, then I will think everything is okay. I have total control over you. Mind and body. You wanted to know how I did things; well, here’s your taste. Understand?” She nodded.
Before dinner arrived, Emmalin was already approaching her third glass of wine. I knew she was nervous as shit, but I needed her to be. I wanted her downright scared because tonight was the night I planned on breaking down and obliterating every piece of that brick wall she put up once and for all, and she wasn’t going to like what I had planned for her.
“Would you like to observe?”
She took the last swallow of her wine. “I would be interested.”
I smiled and replaced her wine glass with a glass of water. “I’m cutting you off.” I led her from the dining room toward the hallway.
“I noticed you didn’t drink.”
“I never do when I’m here. I prefer a clear head. Gives me peace of mind.” I led her to a small table toward the corner. “We should have a good view of certain scenes here. If you’re ever uncomfortable, just tell me, or if you have any questions, just ask.” She was focused on the scene playing out before her. “She’s what they call a Domme. The two gentleman are her submissives.”
We watched as the Domme went through a selection of canes. “Let’s keep going.” We walked to another room and were met with a woman lying on a mattress. Arms tied above her head and legs spread and tied, she had a gag to muffle her screams as a man stood over her with a whip and dildo as he brutally fucked her with it.
“She likes that?” Emmalin whispered.
I started to turn us away from the door. “Very much so. There're a lot of people that thrive on it.”
She froze at the sound of another woman screaming for help a few rooms down. She ran toward the room and pulled back the curtain and gasped as a woman pleaded for help, tears streaming down her face, as she kicked a man away. He grabbed her and threw her on the bed, holding her down and screaming obscenities at her. Emmalin started to enter the room, and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her back and covered her mouth while dragging her from the room.
“What are you doing? He’s raping her.” She struggled against me.
I turned her to face me. “No, he’s not.” She shoved me back, trying to reenter the room. “Emmalin! Look at me. He’s not raping her. Do you understand? It’s a fantasy. She can stop him at any time. It’s a fantasy.”
She took a step back. “She wants that?”
I took a step toward her and sighed. “Yeah. She wants that.”
She jumped at the woman’s screams, which were quickly followed by soft moans. I slowly looked between her and the curtain. Her expression was stoic, but I caught that flicker of pain, and she diverted her eyes, shutting them quickly. And that’s when I knew. I stepped toward her, grabbing her shoulders, and she finally opened her eyes. For a few seconds, they held years of pain and torment. A soul that had been slaughtered. She masked it with the fakest smile, which didn’t reach her eyes.
“Is there a bathroom nearby?” I needed a moment to collect myself before I had a full-blown panic attack. I felt it bubbling against my chest, ready to explode.
“Just over here.”
“I just need a few minutes.” I kissed him on the cheek in a lame attempt of trying to offer reassurance. Once inside, I stood at the sink, eyes clenched.
You deserve it. Dad said you were the reason your mom was sick. Your own mom didn’t want you. She died just to get away from you. That’s why he punishes you every night. I’m glad. No one will ever love you.
I blinked away the tears. That was the past. I splashed some cold water on my face. I was so focused, I didn’t notice another woman had entered the bathroom naked. She was apparently admiring the bruises on her body. I instantly recognized her as the woman with the rape fantasy. She smiled at me.
“I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new?”
I cleared my throat. “Just visiting, I guess.”
She smiled. “Well, if you’re into anything out of the ordinary, Marcus is great to scene with.” She winked before strolling out the door.
I waited a minute before leaving. Grayson was leaning against the opposite wall. As soon as I exited, he grabbed my arm.
“We’re leaving.”
“Grayson, stop.”
He turned toward me. “I never should’ve brought you here.” We continued down the hall.
“Wait! You said you had a private room, right? I still want to go.” He cupped my face, and I put my hands over his. “It’s what we both need, remember? You know that.”
I saw the glitter in his eyes, mixed with desire. “I’m going to hurt you, Emmalin. I know I will if I can’t hold myself back, and that scares me,” he whispered.
“Do your worst.”
His eyes darkened, and I knew right then and there he wasn’t the Grayson I knew and fell in love with anymore, but the Grayson who worked hard at hiding himself and controlling his inner monster.
He snapped. His hand tightened on my wrist as he led me down the hall and up the stairs. I had to run to keep up with him. We entered a room that was magnificent in size. Black. Everything was black.
“Last chance.”
I turned around and met his gaze. I wasn’t backing down. He raised an eyebrow, giving me a challenge as he slowly circled me.
“Strip.”
It was one word, but it sent tingles through me. I was hesitant at first, but I knew he was expecting that. I slowly unzipped the side of my dress and allowed it to drop and pool at my feet. I stood there in only my heels. The outfit didn’t go
with a bra, and panty lines wouldn’t look right.
I heard him take a sharp hiss of breath at seeing me completely naked, and I bit back a smile. I yelped from the shock of a slap against my ass.
“You seem to enjoy teasing me. Driving me crazy any way you can.” His hand slowly trailed the front of my body, delved lower to the junction of my thighs, and I groaned.
“How long have you been wet?” My breathing hitched as he slowly teased my clit, and I moaned. He grabbed my hair with his free hand and pulled my head back tight. “You know I hate repeating myself.”
I licked my bottom lip. “Since I first met you,” I breathed out.
He growled before crushing his lips to mine, his tongue demanding entry.
He pulled back suddenly, and I reached for him but he quickly grabbed my wrist. “You have no control here.” I looked at him; my lips were swollen with the need to feel him again. He trailed his hand down my skin. “Your skin is perfect. Too perfect. And I can’t wait to see my marks on you.” He went to an apparatus in the middle of the room.
“Do you know what this is?” I shook my head. He raised an eyebrow.
I cleared my throat. “No.”
“This is a St. Andrews Cross. I’m going to cuff you to it.”
I swallowed down the panic that started to rise. This was what he wanted. He wanted me to see him for what he was. He wanted me to fear him. I told him I wasn’t going to back down, and I meant it. He needed this. I needed this. I watched as he walked over to a closet and removed leather cuffs.
“The cross is only wide enough in certain areas to have your arms and legs bound, so that the rest of you is accessible.” He held out his hand, and I walked to him. He pulled me to his chest, his other hand caressing the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he led me to the cross.
“I’m going to do your arms first.”
I watched as he unraveled the leather cuffs. I also noticed how he was still fully dressed. He took my right arm, held it above my head, and tightened the strap. Then he did the same with my left arm. I tested the restraints, and discovered they barely had any give. He did the same with both legs. I stood there completely open. I momentarily panicked.