The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room

by J P Barnaby

  He sensed my hesitation, and wrapped his arms around my waist in a strangely affectionate gesture, his lips came softly to my ear and he murmured, “Come upstairs with me….”

  I hesitated, not sure if that was a command from my Master or not. He rubbed my chest lightly as he covered the back of my neck with gentle kisses. “Please, I just want to make you feel good.” Then I knew it wasn’t a command, it was a request. Turning me in his arms, he stroked my face while I looked down at his chest. “I know I’ve lost some of your trust, and that is unforgivable. Please…Let me try to make it up to you?” sighed and nodded, then turned to head upstairs, feeling like a man marching to the gallows.

  I walked into the room and stopped short, not knowing what the hell was I supposed to do. Was I supposed to just wait for him? Was I supposed to be in position? It felt like that first day all over again, only now I knew what was going to happen. Sighing, I disrobed and was on my knees in position when Ethan entered the room in his normal t-shirt and leather pants. Seeing that outfit, I knew that I had chosen correctly to be ready for him like this.

  “Stand.” He walked around behind me, where I felt his lips at the back of my neck and I shivered when his hands ghosted over me – my arms, my sides, and my chest. The soft, barely there touches across my naked body made me tremble. I was excited, in spite of my fear. The effect he had on my body was nothing short of miraculous. When he walked in front of me and began kissing my chest, sucking gently on each of my nipples in turn, my head dropped back and I moaned.

  “That’s it…Does that feel good, my Jayden?” I hummed quietly. Then he stopped, and it took me a minute to realize that he was no longer touching me. I brought my head back up to look at him, startled to see tears in his eyes.

  “Master?” I asked gently, and for the first time ever broke my position, taking my hands off my neck and putting one on his cheek. He didn’t look up, but I heard his whisper, his voice was clear, but unmistakably broken.

  “Please don’t leave.” I was stunned.

  “Master, I’m not leaving. I’m right here.” He continued to speak to the floor.

  “I lost control with you. I’ve never lost control with a sub before. Control is the whole fucking point.” He growled, and then his voice was apologetic. “I wouldn’t blame you if you left. I…I hurt you. It was almost… almost….” He stopped short, and I heard him take a deep agonized breath. Then he finished in a whisper “It was almost rape.” His knees buckled and he hit the floor hard. “I couldn’t… I mean, I can’t….” He was grabbing handfuls of his own hair as he curled in on himself. I couldn’t even imagine what was making him act this way. He was always in control, always so composed.

  “Ethan, stop,” I said kneeling down in front of him, and he finally raised his eyes to me. They were wet, and fearful. “If I’d have wanted you to stop, I could have used my safe word.”

  “But would it have stopped me?” His question caught me off guard. Would he have stopped? I think that he would have. No, I know that he would have.

  “Yes,” I said confidently. “It would have.”

  “All of a sudden, after all these years, I feel so out of control.” He said, as if it were something shameful, putting one shaking hand over his eyes. I was utterly at a loss for words. I had never seen Ethan lose control like this. He’s trained dozens of subs, had other subs, why was this so different? I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but it hurt that he was acting like he’d lost everything when he still had me.

  “Is it because Lexi left?” I asked him gently, stroking his hair. God, all I wanted was to comfort him; he looked like a lost little boy.

  “I don’t know. I wish I did. I’ve trained dozens of subs, all short term, and let them all go on to other Doms without another thought. But I want her here, where I can control her, and pleasure her, and keep her safe. Anything could happen to her in New York, so many variables. I have no control….” He finished in a whisper and put both hands in his hair, grasping handfuls of it.

  “You still have control over me, Master,” I said, trying to reengage him. It was obvious that Ethan needed to regain control, he needed to have control to feel in control, and I would give him that power. I knew that I was taking a risk here, that he could really hurt me if he were to get any farther out of control. “And you said that you wanted to make me feel good.” I said with a slight smile. He looked up at me then, and the vulnerability in his face was staggering. Taking his hand, I pulled it up indicating that I wanted him to stand. Then I pulled the panel from the front of his pants with my teeth and pulled out his partially erect sex with my tongue. Nothing, I repeat, nothing, made a man feel powerful like a good blow job.

  Running my tongue along the underside of his hardening erection, he moaned low and deep in response, his fingers playing lightly in my hair. I knew he was thinking about how rough he’d been, and was trying to make up for it. I pushed my lips to the thick base, encasing him in my warm mouth. The swollen head hit the back of my throat, and I held myself there, sucking hard.

  “Yes….” he whimpered. “Oh God, yes…” I bobbed my head, taking him in and out of my mouth in long lurid strokes as I hollowed out my cheeks, trying to draw away the vulnerability, the fear from my Master. He was so strong, so disciplined; I just needed to help him find that again. My fingers went between his legs, stroking softly. My sucking and stroking teased his climax from him, his entire body tensing as he filled my mouth with a deep moan. Trembling slightly, he stepped back and pulled me to my feet gently. I felt both his hands on my face just before his lips met mine. I knew that he could taste his own semen in my mouth, but I kissed him fervently. Desperately, my erection rubbed against his hip as his tongue penetrated my eager mouth. When he finally pulled away, he placed two chaste kisses on my closed lips and then rested his forehead against mine. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  Then he looked at me, and I saw that mischievous glint back in his eye, so I smiled at him and laced my fingers behind my neck.

  “No,” he said with a wicked smirk. “Hold your hands in front of you.” As I complied, he went to the wall and got two lengths of rope – one long, the other short, using the short length, he bound my hands in front of me. He tied the other to that binding and led me over to one of the wide tables where he helped me up onto the table onto widespread knees and threw the long rope over one of the ceiling beams. When he pulled it down sharply, my bound hands were lifted above my head. Then, he tied the rope to the table leg, holding me there before climbing up on the table in front of me.

  “You look so hot like this, helpless for me,” he said as he ran his hand down my chest, over my painfully hard cock, and between my legs. His hands went to my chest, and I felt him trace my stiff nipples with this thumbs. Moaning, I closed my eyes while he leaned forward, kissing my neck and my shoulders. Then I felt his lips at my ear, “I want you to ride me, my Jayden. Would you like that?” I moaned and nodded. He was letting me set my own pace, not wanting me to be afraid that he would lose control and hurt me again.

  Then, he turned around on the table, and lay down. I gasped when his head fell between my spread legs and I felt his hot breath along my inner thigh, over my balls, making me shiver violently. Then, he took me into his mouth and I whimpered, grasping at the rope binding my hands above my head to gently move my hips. His lips slid lasciviously up and down my swollen cock until I was panting with need. I looked down and movement caught my eye, he was slowly stroking himself, making himself hard so that I could be impaled upon him, the thought made me all the more aroused.

  Sliding in and out of his hot mouth, I felt his fingers probing me, applying the lubricant. He fucked me gently with his fingers, moving them in time with his lips. Then, as he pulled back, letting me fall from his mouth, I felt him applying some to my pulsing erection as well. He was going to stroke me while I rode him. I felt his hands move swiftly to my hips, grabbing them and gently, and he got into position beneath me, and pulled me down toward him.
One hand left my hip to grasp his erection and guide it into me.

  “Lower yourself onto me – take it slow,” he said gently, as I felt the head of his cock nudge against me. I closed my eyes used my leg muscles to bring my body into a deeper squat and impale myself onto him. Sliding into me slowly, I relaxed, taking him in. Then, using the rope above my head, and my legs, I lifted myself and sank down again. It felt so luridly decadent to ride him like this. Looking to his face, I saw him watching me, with a soft genuine smile on his face, he was enjoying my pleasure. His hands came up and he began to stroke me, in a different rhythm to how my hips were moving. My head dropped back and I almost growled with the feeling of it. Then his hips came up gently to meet mine, I slammed myself down onto him, it felt so fucking good.

  “Come for me, Jayden. Let yourself go, I want to feel it all over my chest.” He quickly stripped off his t-shirt as I moved my hips faster, and he gripped my cock harder as he stroked me. I could think of nothing but the pulsing need. A low keening whimper escaped my lips as I felt my orgasm start. It grew to a full blown wail as I exploded over his hands and chest.

  From his position below me, he thrust up into me as I hung from the rope binding my hands. He came just after I did; I could feel him filling me and see the expression of pure joy on his face as he did so. Letting his orgasm subside, he lay there for just a moment, and then he slid from under me, rubbing my legs, and then rubbing my arms and shoulders after he untied my arms. He leaned up and kissed my cheek gently. “Thank you for trusting me.”

  He helped me down off of the table, and I went to the front of the room to get dressed. As I did so, I heard his cell phone ring.

  “Hi, Lexi,” he answered, and then listened for just a moment.

  “Yes, thanks for calling me back. I just…I need to talk….” he said with a soft sigh, as I left the room.

  * * *

  Six weeks. Six weeks of whispered conversations between Ethan and Lexi. Six weeks of the sick jealous feeling - either jealous of him because of her feelings for him or jealous of her because he talked to her like he wouldn’t talk to me. Six weeks of inane classes. Six weeks of safe unimaginative sessions with Master Ethan. Six weeks since my sister stopped calling and begging my forgiveness. Six weeks since I started to wonder what the hell happened to my life.

  I was in position in the room when Master Ethan entered. He walked over to the stereo, but didn’t turn it on; instead he opened up a panel and displayed a large monitor and computer system, which he turned it on, and within a few minutes I saw Lexi’s sweet face on the screen. She was sitting on a chair in a silk robe, her hair up in a ponytail. I didn’t meet her eye; she and I weren’t on the same side of the leash anymore. Lexi was his friend, his confidante, and I was just his toy – something he played with for his sexual amusement. I felt like nothing more than a pet to her, and the thought made my insides burn with a wicked kind of shame.

  “Jayden, come here,” Master Ethan said from in front of the monitor. I made my way to him quickly on my knees. I approached him with my back to the screen, not wanting to look at her, not yet. “Forehead to the floor,” he ordered. Looking at him with rage filled eyes; I put my forehead on the floor at his feet, my exposed buttocks to the screen. Walking behind me, he spread me open for their eyes. I could feel the tears welling as he pushed my legs apart and stroked between them, I felt so exposed. Then he ordered me to sit in the chair just in front of my head. I stood up, turned around and sat down, thankful for the modesty it afforded, but I still couldn’t bring myself to look at Lexi.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he said, and I assumed he was talking to her. “I love how that gag looks.”

  My head shot up and I looked at the screen. Lexi had put a gag in her mouth and secured the small leather ties behind her head, and then she added nipple clamps to her breasts. Enraptured, I watched as she rolled her stiff nipples between her fingers, moaning softly as she applied the clamps. It was so erotic to watch. Then, before my disbelieving eyes, she bound her wrists together expertly, and threw a long rope up and over a ceiling beam. As she did so, I noticed that she was wearing the bracelet I had gotten her for graduation. I hoped that she wore it and thought of me. Around her neck was Ethan’s necklace. She pulled on the other part of the rope, trailing from the ceiling and her wrists rose.

  “Beautiful….Such a good girl….”Master Ethan said, approvingly as he started to undress. I watched in utter disbelief as he threw his clothing onto one of the tables and knelt at my feet.

  “Turn it on, Lexi,” he said into the webcam, and she pulled her wrists down to flip a switch on something that I noticed was sitting between her legs. Immediately, I saw the fake penis push up into her and then retract. Over and over the phallic machine fucked Lexi and she pulled hard on the ropes. She was moaning and writhing against the machine as the thing slammed into her. The look on her face was pure bliss.

  “Can you hear me Lexi?” Master Ethan asked and we saw her nod, noticing for the first time that she was wearing some kind of wireless headphones so she could hear us better. “Do you like your present? Does it feel good fucking you when I can’t be there to do it?” He hinted a smile as she moaned and nodded again.

  “Jayden, I want you to tell her when to come, and then you go right after her….” he said sternly, and then his soft warm mouth was on my desperately hard cock, licking and sucking me, moving his mouth back and forth over me. I tried not to cry out, but failed. Lexi looked up, and then her head dropped back with a moan. God, it felt so fucking good.

  “Yes, Master Ethan,” I moaned as he sucked my entire length into his mouth. Lexi was writhing on the machine now, the chain to her clamps bouncing against her chest. I wanted to be the one making it bounce as she rode me, she was so beautiful, and she looked so damned hot just like this. More importantly, just this once, her orgasm was mine. I watched her thrash and moan as she was impaled on the machine.

  Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me, imploringly, and I knew she was ready, but I felt like denying her, just for a few minutes. She whimpered and pushed her hips forward lewdly begging without words for her orgasm. Then, I felt Master Ethan start to use his teeth, and all thoughts of holding off went out the window as his hands lightly massaged my balls, and it was all I could do to get the words out.

  “Come for me, my Lexi,” I cried in a strained voice, my hips rising to meet Master Ethan’s mouth. My eyes locked on her as her orgasm overtook her, her head falling back as she cried out, coming swiftly and violently.

  “Turn it off,” I said quickly, just before I exploded in my own mind-bending orgasm. Hearing her completely lose control like that just lit a fire inside me. Grunting, my hips pushed up into his hot waiting mouth, filling it over and over as I felt him swallowing around me. I don’t think I had ever felt anything as good as his mouth on me, it was almost disconcerting. He licked once more around my softening cock and stood up smiling. He took my hand and pulled me up, trading places with me as he then sat in the chair. Immediately, I dropped to my knees into my position.

  “Jayden, you have done very well. I would like for you to make me come anyway you wish.” While he stroked my hair, and I thought about his instruction, he wanted Lexi to see what I would choose. Well, if it was a show he wanted, I would certainly provide that. I stood up and turned to face Lexi.

  Speculatively, she watched me as I grabbed a bottle from the side table, bent at the waist, with Master Ethan behind me, and my well lubricated fingers into my rectum, moaning softly, partially for effect, partially because of the feeling. My buttocks were splayed wide for him, as he watched me touching myself. Then, I sat slowly onto his lap, feeling his rigid cock pressing against me. I moved down farther and he slid into me, leaning back until my head was on his shoulder. Turning my face to the side, I whimpered next to his ear and let my tongue draw lazy patterns on his earlobe and neck. He was panting by the time I sat back up.

  I ground my ass back against him, feeling him sliding in a
nd out of me. “Fuck…That feels so good….” I moaned as I started to move faster. “Please… Please fuck me….” I rasped out as I rode him, knowing he loved it when I was vocal. Right now, I could say anything I wanted, and it felt wonderful to not have to hold back. Reaching down, I started stroking my hardening erection. “Oh, yeah… Oh, God.” I felt his hips start to move, his hands were on my hips now holding me as he thrust up into me. “Mmmmm….You’re gonna make me come…Fuck…Just like that.…” I cried as I felt my second orgasm approaching rapidly, and I was reduced to inarticulate sounds as his hips slammed into my ass. “God… Ethan….” I nearly yelled as I came hard over my hand and stomach. But, I didn’t slow my hips as I felt him start to tremble beneath me, his legs shaking, his breathing coming in wild gasps. Then he groaned, and held me hard around the waist as his orgasm overtook him, and I felt him spasm inside me as he filled me.

  He continued to hold me on his lap after he was spent. Pulling me back against him, I felt his lips press into the back of my shoulder.

  “That was beautiful, Jayden,” he murmured softly into my neck.

  I smiled; delighted that he was pleased with me.

  Chapter 9

  Over the next few months, we had fallen back into our comfortable arrangement even without Lexi. We still had webcam sessions with her, but for all intents and purposes, she was gone, and it wasn’t the same. Master Ethan and I became a Master and his sub rather than a Master and just one of his subs. Now that the responsibility was solely mine, I was more determined than ever now to fulfill his needs. I would not let him find fault, or be disappointed in me. This afternoon he had sent me a text message from work telling me that we weren’t having our normal Friday session tonight. I had been instantly dismayed, wondering if he had found some fault with me. So, with little to look forward to, I headed downstairs. I found him in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner, so I sat down at the table quietly and watched him in his fruitless search. Finally, he noticed me sitting there.