"Pero vas". No era una pregunta. Estaba seguro de ello.
"Sí, me gustaría ir." Confirmó.
"Entonces iré con usted, Señor". Ella decidió. La verdad era, spanking fue creciendo en ella y ella estaba aprendiendo a disfrutar de la mezcla de dolor y placer que le había introducido y quería verlo.
Agarré su mano sobre la mesa y sonrió satisfecho.
"Eso me hace muy feliz, del animal doméstico". Dijo sonriendo.
Damian alquiló la misma limusina para llegar al club. En su manera allí Emily Rose sus noticias actualizadas e intentó incluir a Marion, pero ella no habla mucho. Ella sólo me alojé allí, abajo de su cabeza, atentos a Radolf.
Cuando llegaron al club, pasaron por el mismo procedimiento para conseguir en, pero esa noche que el lugar estaba lleno de gente.
Había sido tomados a otra habitación. La mejor manera de describir este ser comparándolo con un enorme trono en un castillo medieval, con arcadas alrededor y un círculo levantado en el centro.
En el centro del círculo levantado era una rueda de tortura.
Damian y los otros chicos se presentaron a algunos de los hombres a su alrededor. Uno de ellos nos explicó lo que estaba sucediendo.
"El esclavo se quita su maestro la noche anterior. En la mañana, ella es bañada por un grupo de mujeres con el agua de dos manantiales en el Monte Fumaiolo, Italia y pétalos de rosa." El hombre, maestro Juan era su nombre, explicó. "Entonces un médico comprueba minuciosamente para asegurarse de que ella está bien y no es con el niño. El resto podrán ver por ustedes mismos."
"Cuando fue este ritual instalado?" Radolf preguntó, visiblemente interesado. Era su primera vez en el club y quería saberlo todo.
"Nadie sabe a ciencia cierta, pero fue hace varios siglos. Es una manera para que el esclavo demostrar a su maestro hasta qué punto está dispuesto a ir a servirle a él". Maestro John respondió.
Emily no estaba segura de que de acuerdo con esa idea, especialmente si la presentación llamada era similar a la iniciación, pero guardó sus pensamientos para sí misma. 'La torcedura no sea mi torcedura, pero respeto lo' era ciertamente una buena regla para vivir en el estilo de vida.
De repente la sala se convirtió en silencio y fueron capaces de ver a Mary Elizabeth escoltaba al centro de la sala por tres hombres totalmente depilados, sólo con taparrabos. Ella fue eliminada de su ropa y un hombre que llevaba un manto negro con capucha invitó a los que les gustaría participar para recoger.
Los tres hombres recogieron a Mary Elizabeth, longitud sabio y el hombre con el manto comenzó a verter aceite especial en ella por los participantes ungir su cuerpo.
Después de fue tomada a la rueda de la tortura y aseguró que, por sus muñecas y tobillos. Uno por uno, los participantes le azotado tres veces cada uno y se hace girar la rueda, canto se escuchó de ellos y el afeitado.
Emily se vieron toda la escena, no sería capaz de pasar por ella, pero por otra, ella no duda de dar su vida para salvar la de Damian. Ella apenas tuvo problemas para aceptar el propósito de este ritual.
Ella frunció el ceño en la expresión dolorosa en la cara de Mary Elizabeth y echó un vistazo a la cara de Rose. Su amiga miraba la escena de fondo, y parecía más curioso que preocupado o asustado.
Emily miró a Marion, siempre de pie al lado de Radolf, y expresión de la mujer era tan normal como siempre. La escena desarrollándose frente a ella no parece que le afectan en absoluto, como si el dolor que estaba experimentando Mary Elizabeth no era nada nuevo para ella.
Emily suspiró, que entendió mejor a Marion. Se veía tan solitaria, tan necesitados de un amigo.
La flagelación finalmente paró y Mary Elizabeth fue quitada de la rueda y llevada a una cama redonda.
Devlin finalmente se unió a ella en la cama, besos y caricias le. Luego los tres hombres se acercó a la cama y comenzaron otra vez con el canto.
Devlin y pasar su ronda y empujó su eje duro dentro de ella y sus gemidos la sala llenó. Mary Elizabeth no duró mucho tiempo y venía duro y todo el mundo podía ver su cuerpo estremecerse bajo las olas de placer que lavado sobre ella.
Devlin continuó con sus empujes y luego, uno por uno, los tres hombres se unió a la escena, azotar la espalda de la niña, creando una mezcla de dolor y placer.
Devlin finalmente se vino dentro de Mary Elizabeth, y la escena terminó.
Los tres hombres llevó a la chica de allí.
La sala se llenó de aplausos y una emoción salvaje corría por todos los que en él.
La presentación entera había creado sentimientos de Emily. De alguna manera ver la pareja participan en un acto tan privado, exuda amor y cuidado a través de cada toque, cada gemido, había sido bastante abrumadora.
La multitud empezó a dispersarse de la dirección de la habitación a otras habitaciones, probablemente para continuar con el entretenimiento en un privado más lugar.
Emily miró Damian y vio la necesidad de la misma en su expresión.
«Bueno, fue bastante algo.» Dijo, claro su garganta, con una sonrisa en su rostro.
Marca y Radolf asintió con la cabeza, obviamente convenir con él.
"Son chicos listos para salir?" Damian pidió al resto del grupo, y todos asintieron, así que dejan el club casi de inmediato. El viaje de vuelta fue silencioso, como si todo el mundo era todavía asimilar toda la experiencia.
Cuando Emily y Damián llegaban a su casa, fueron directamente a su habitación.
Ella estaba tomando de su equipo cuando se le acercó por detrás.
"¿Te gustó la noche mascota?" preguntó abrazarla desde atrás, sus ojos encuentro en el espejo frente a ellos.
"Sí, Señor, fue... interesante." Ella contestó con cautela.
"¿Irías a través de él para mí?" y la pregunta que ella esperaba que no, porque ella no estaba segura de la respuesta.
Ella tomó su tiempo para considerarlo, pero al final la respuesta era fácil y claro como el agua. Si es importante y significativo para él, entonces sí, ella iría a través de él. ¿Por qué? Porque ella lo amaba, ella era suya y fue su principal objetivo en la vida hacerlo feliz.
"Sí, quiero. Sé si alguna vez me preguntado, sería porque significaba mucho para ti, y no hay nada que haría en esas circunstancias". Ella contestó, sus ojos bloqueados en su.
Él suspiró y enterró su cara en el pelo, abrazarla más a él.
"Te quiero tanto, pet. No puedo agradecer suficiente suerte para conducirme hacia usted esa primera noche." Él dijo, poniendo pequeños besos desde su hombro a su oído.
"Me ni Señor, yo no." Emily respondió, dando a sí misma completamente a él. Ella había encontrado el hombre adecuado para ella: su amor y su Dom, la combinación perfecta.
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Excerpts from Taming Rose
She shouldn’t have accepted to join Mark that night at the club. The look in his eyes, when he asked her to, had sent a shudder down her spine, and ever since that moment she had felt nervous and jumpy. What could he possibly have in mind for that night?
So far he had made her experience so much that sometimes, her mind seemed to need time to process it all.
But nothing could keep her from going and she knew it.
Sh
e arrived at the club and Sally informed her that he was already in. She looked around the reception room and for her surprise, she found Emily there.
She felt the blood rushing to her face as she approached her friend.
"Emily!" she stammered. "What are you doing here?"
Her friend smiled, patting the seat next to her on the couch. Rose walked towards her and sat next to her.
"I'm guessing the same thing you are." she answered, teasingly. "Are you here to meet Mark?"
"Yes, we are sort of dating…?" she said, unable to describe her relationship with the man, in a more accurate way.
"It was obvious that first night you two had something going on, Rose." Emily interrupted her. "And this isn't the first time he brings you back here, right?"
"No, but I still get so nervous sometimes I think I'll pass out!" Rose said, wringing her hands. "What about you? Are you meeting Damian?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, I am, but he is running a bit late tonight." Her friend answered.
"Oh!" Rose sighed, still obviously nervous. "I shouldn’t have come, this is insane, I knew it, but he was so convincing…" she blurted out.
"Don’t you want to be with him? Did he coerce you in anyway?" Emily asked her, suddenly worried.
"No!" Rose almost shouted. "It's just I don’t seem to be able to handle this guy, I mean…" she ran her fingers nervously, through the leather 'play collar' as he called it, that she was wearing on her neck.
"I know what you mean." Emily agreed.
"Can you go in with me? I would feel so much more comfortable with you there." She asked Emily. Having her friend next to her would make her feel so much better.
Emily seemed to hesitate.
"Please?" Rose insisted, grabbing her friend's hands.
"Sally, do you think it would be ok if I go in with my friend and wait for Master Damian there with her and Master Mark?" Emily turned to ask the other woman.
"Well, I guess. I'll warn Master Damian where he can find you." Sally said, smiling.
Rose filled up her forms quickly and soon they were both in the main room.
"Can you see Mark?" Rose asked Emily, looking around impatiently. The place was crowded and it was a bit hard to find someone in it.
"Didn’t you settle a meeting place?" Emily asked her.
"I didn’t think I would need it." Rose answered her, furious with herself for not thinking of that, and furious with Mark for not being there, even if that was a bit illogical.
"Let's walk around the room, to see if we can spot him." Emily suggested and they walked around the room with no luck.
"I don’t understand! Sally told me he was already here. I know I arrived a bit sooner than expected, but, where the hell can he be?" Rose said, stamping her foot on the floor, frustrated.
"Why don’t we sit at a table and wait there? Maybe he is in one of the dungeons and won't come up until your settled hour." Emily suggested her, smiling amused.
"Yes, maybe you are right. Why don’t you go ahead and find us a table? I need to use the ladies room first." The nervousness always affected her bladder.
"Ok, but please don’t take too long." Emily said.
"I won't." Rose promised and headed to the ladies room. She did what she had to do and came out only a couple of minutes later. She still had fifteen minutes to wait for Mark.
She walked to the tables' area but Emily was nowhere to be found.
Rose looked around, looking for her, but she couldn’t find her.
Shrugging, she assumed Damian had arrived and that she had left with him.
At that moment, she felt a shiver run down her spine and she quickly turned around just to find Mark standing a few steps away from her, his strong arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing black leather pants and vest and he looked like a damn Viking that had just walked out of his boat, ready to raid the peasant's village. His blue eyes had this dangerous glow that was able to forget everything else around them.
"Good evening, little rose." He said, with a devious smile. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his tone showing he didn’t expect anything other than a 'yes, master'.
"Good evening, Master Mark. Actually, I was heading to the bar for a drink, after all, it's still early." She answered, determined to poke him.
He smiled, and she had the infuriating sensation that he could read her like an open book.
"Then I'll join you. I could use a glass of cold water." He said, taking her by her arm and guiding her towards the bar. He ordered for both of them, and they lingered there, enjoying their cold beverages.
They didn’t have much time there when Damian approached them.
"Mark!" he said as he reached his friend. "Where's Emily?"
"She's not with you?" Rose asked, stepping up, to face him.
"Of course not, I'm just arriving!" Damian almost shouted. "Where is she?"
Rose lost all colour from her cheeks, as she realized Emily was missing.
"She came in with me, and I left her alone for a few minutes while I went to the ladies room. She was supposed to wait for me at a table, but when I came out she wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so I assumed you had arrived and that she was with you." She explained to both men.
"Damn!" Damian swore, looking worried and furious at the same time.
"She wasn’t wearing your collar?" Mark asked, understanding the possibilities.
"No! I was going to talk to her about that today! Damn!" Damian rubbed his hand over his face. "Do we have too many guests around today?" he asked Mark.
"Yes, half a dozen men, from Russia, that came with the Russian consul." Mark answered, expressing the same worry as Damian.
"Shit! Please gather a few monitors and make them look for her. She is reddish, with green eyes and a very white skin." He shouted the orders as he started running towards the stairs that led to the dungeons.
Mark turned around to face Rose.
"Wait here for me! Don't move a single muscle, not even to go to the ladies room." Mark's order was clear and raw. He was furious and worried, and that wasn’t a good combination.
He ran after Damian and Rose watched him disappear worried for Emily. It wasn’t like her to disappear like that.
She stood there watching the seconds ran by on her watch, looking around, wanting to go look for her friend, but paralyzed by Mark's words. He would kill her if he returned and she wasn’t there. He didn’t need more trouble right now.
So, she stood there, bouncing from one foot to the other, looking desperately around and following the slow advance of the watch.
Finally, she saw Mark with other monitors walking a man to the exit. She took a step to go meet him, just to take it back. She crossed her arms tight around her chest, even more worried. A few minutes later she saw Damian coming out of the hall way with Emily and this time she had to make a huge effort not to run towards her friend. She watched them leave the club, feeling helpless.
Mark soon returned to where she was. His face didn’t inspire anything good. He was furious and she guessed good part of it was directed at her.
He grabbed her by her arm and almost dragged her to the upper floor, to one of the private rooms.
He chose one that looked like a small medieval dungeon, and she felt shivers ran down her spine. That didn’t look good for her.
"Assume your position." Were his first words to her and she didn’t doubt obeying.
"Yes, Master." She fell to her knees, her buttocks resting over her ankles, hands behind her back and her head down.
He stood in front of her and raised her chin with one of his fingers.
"What role did you play in this situation?" his tone was harsh and cold like a winter's day.
"I met Emily at the entrance and asked her to accompany me inside, Master." She answered. "I didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing a collar, so I left her alone for just a couple of minutes while I went to the ladies room."
"She was grabbed by a foreign guest and he was about
to torture her and god knows what else." He informed, his words spewing rage. "He completely ignored her cries for help and her safe word."
"Oh, god. She didn’t want to come in, but I insisted, and I was so nervous she ended up accepting." Rose stammered, almost speaking for herself.
"So you induced her to disobey her Dom." He concluded.
"I didn’t know she had been told to stay there." She replied, protesting for the unfair comment.
"Don’t you think you should have known better? After all I had explained in great detail the dangers of wandering alone and uncollared through the club." His tone was even colder and she shuddered.
"Yes, Master, I should have known better." And she did. When she asked Emily to enter the main room with her, she should have checked if she had a collar on, and she hadn’t. And if that wasn’t enough, she had left her alone. "I'm terribly sorry." She added, a silent tear running down from the corner of her eye.
"You will be." He said, and his menacing tone made her close her eyes, not scared, but yes concerned. "The minute you made her enter the club with you, she became your responsibility and you neglected that.
"Yes Master." She admitted the weight of what might have happened, downing on her. Her nervousness had taken the best of her and she had missed important things.
"What should I do to you now, little rose?" he asked, his tone still harsh, but the rage was gone.
His question, though, made her sob. Was he giving up on her? She knew she had been complaining that she didn’t know how to handle him, but if one thing she had clear, was that she didn’t want to lose him. Not yet.
Excerpts from
Submission
Chapter 8
It was dark when I woke up and I was alone with my thoughts. Time was beginning to become meaningless, and I had no idea if it was day or night, nor did I care. Why did it matter? It wouldn’t make me any less of his slave.
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