Vanilla_Little Black Book Club

by Remi Richland

  “It would have been done if I would have just apologized, wouldn’t it? If he would have tripped up some other way after that, then you could have had him removed from the club, but I blew it. That’s right isn’t it? I fucked the whole thing up?” Inwardly cringing I shrank away from Damien and covered my face with my hands in shame. “Oh, God, I’m an idiot,” I groaned.

  “I wouldn’t say that,” Damien sighed and let his hand rest on my head, a small measure of comfort that I found strangely…comforting. “Passionate maybe. Overzealous, definitely. I was hoping we could fix things before too much time had passed but I definitely wanted to wait until your anger cooled so we could discuss things rationally. But then…” His voice trailed off and he went back over to the table, busying himself with the gear check that Ash had already taken care of.

  “Then what?” Did something else happen after I left that no one had told me about?

  “Bear said you were crying,” Ash said quietly, a solemn look on his face.

  Well, yeah, they broke my heart, of course I had been crying.

  “I can handle making you angry, Amelia. It does not please me that I was the cause of your tears. That wasn’t my intent, and I’m sorry.”

  Whoa. Damien just apologized to me. I didn’t even know what to do with that gift so I didn’t say anything, just continued to sit in the chair and watched them set up, still confused as to what they were going to do.

  “Let’s move on to something more educational,” Ash said cheerily, breaking the awkward silence and at the same time moving the evening forward. “We brought you here, Amelia, so you could learn a little bit about our particular Dom and sub relationship. It’s deeply personal, and different for everyone. No two Doms are the same and no two subs have the same needs. So whatever creepy horror story you think happens in these private rooms, I at least want you to know what goes on when we are together.” Ash came over to the chair and grabbed my hands in his, smiling contentedly for someone who was about to get dominated. “It’s important that you understand, Amelia. We want you to know us. Let us show you who we are.”

  5

  They were doing their best to make it as clinical as possible for me. I knew it, but I still had to swallow hard when Ash took off his shirt and paused with his hand on the fly of his jeans.

  “Is it going to make you uncomfortable if I take my pants off?”

  “What would you normally do?” If Damien and Ash thought I couldn’t handle it then I would do everything in my power to appear as unaffected as possible. They wanted me to watch and learn something? Well than I would look at everything they threw my way. I would see, and I would understand, and then they would have no other reason to look down on me for being different.

  “I would normally be completely naked. For the type of sensory exercise we’re doing today it really works best. But I can keep my briefs on if you want.” I didn’t want them to hold back from what they would normally do on my account, even if the thought of an entirely naked Ash turned my lips to sandpaper and caused my tongue to glue to the roof of my mouth.

  “Don’t let me hold you back,” and I smiled to show that I wasn’t nervous in the least. Ash smiled back at me to let me know he knew I was a liar.

  It could have been my imagination, but I felt like he wanted me to look at him as undressed completely. He never broke eye contact while he slowly slid his zipper down, not even blinking as he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and slid everything down at once. I almost forgot Damien was even there, I was so engrossed in the sight of Ash, sans clothing. He had no body hair to speak of. Completely smooth and tanned, and while body hair in general didn’t bother me, seeing all of Ash’s smooth skin revealed to me felt like a blessing from above. I was forced to remember Damien, however, when he put his hand on Ash’s shoulder and turned him away from me.

  “Once I start with the rope there will be no more talking unless I give you permission. Are you ready?” His voice was firm, but not unpleasant. I could see a change in Ash immediately. It was like a sense of peace was falling over him as he replied breathlessly, “Yes, Sir.”

  Sir. That was how a lot of subs referred to their Doms. I had never heard Ash refer to Damien in such a way before, but I guess during a scene there was a different set of rules. I guess in my mind I always thought it was a way to separate the master from the slave, but I don’t know. I didn’t get that kind of vibe from these two. It was…interesting to hear those words from Ash’s mouth.

  “That goes for you too Amelia, I would ask that you not interrupt the scene once we start. Just know that everything that happens has been discussed and agreed upon. I won’t do anything to Ash that hasn’t been either approved or suggested by him. This is the trust between a Dom and a sub and that is my only rule for you this evening. Will you agree to it?”

  There was something about his voice. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the authority was clear, and even I couldn’t challenge that he was in charge. “I agree,” I said clearly, hoping he couldn’t hear the anticipation in my voice. I needed the distraction anyway, because the rope hadn’t even been tied yet and Ash was already hard. Impressive wasn’t even a strong enough descriptor and I needed to focus my gaze on something other than the sight of Ash’s erection.

  Ash knew exactly what he was supposed to do, and needed little guidance as the rope was wound around his chest. Blue against the light golden tan of his skin, several intricate knots held the rope snug against his body as it made a diamond pattern across his chest. Looping down and around the tops of his thighs Damien made no sound as he bent, and with a few casual flicks of his wrist, had the most prominent part of Ash caged in blue rope and on display. The effect was startling, and I gave up trying to tear my eyes away. It didn’t matter, neither of them were looking at me anyway.

  As he wound the last ends of rope behind Ash’s back Damien shook his head. “I’ve run out of rope, Ash. I had hoped to use all one piece but I didn’t leave enough. I’ll need to use the wrist restraints. Can I?” I was surprised that he would ask, after having already tied Ash up like he had.

  Ash closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders a little, testing the strength of the rope. He was barely able to budge. “Yes sir,” he whispered, a small smile on his face.

  “Speak more clearly, Ash, so there are no misunderstandings.” A slight flush crept down his neck and across his cheeks.

  “Yes Sir,” he said, and his voice rang strong across the room.

  “You may sit now.” Ash sat back in the chair with the hooks on the back, and upon closer examination I ascertained they were for looping extra rope through. He could have just tied him to the chair, maybe if he had more rope he would have.

  The restraints Damien had mentioned were thick black leather, probably three inches wide, with silver buckles and a chain that ran between them. They looked scary on the table, but when Damien picked them up from the table and knelt on the floor behind Ash, they looked like nothing more than jewelry. The proper tools in a master’s hands, I thought to myself. I don’t know why I thought it, but I didn’t question the thought.

  “Are you ready?” Damien murmured low, but not so low that I couldn’t hear him.

  “Yes, Sir.” And this time there was no mistaking the look of absolute joy that floated across Ash’s face as his arms were brought behind his back and his wrists enclosed in the shackles. It should have been restricting. I should have felt sickened. But Damien was being so gentle, so careful, so loving about every move he made, it was hard for me to discern who the master here was. It occurred to me that not only did Ash enjoy everything that was happening, but everything, even down to the type of restraints used, was his decision. He was the sub, but he was the one with the final say. The only things going on in this room were things that Ash allowed, and perhaps that was the most powerful thing of all.

  “I’m going to leave your legs free, Ash, but don’t move them. Keep your feet on the floor.” Damien stood behind the chair and ran his ha
nds along Ash’s shoulders, lightly massaging up and down the muscles there. “If your feet lose contact with the floor I won’t let you finish. At all.” Ash swallowed, and for the first time since the tying began, he looked to where I was sitting. Finish. Even a newb like me knew what that meant. I hope Ash had enough control to keep his legs down. I wanted to see this through to the end. I licked my suddenly dry lips and Ash’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. His cock bobbed against the rope that had him pushed out on display.

  Jesus. Did he just tell me without words that he liked the way I was looking at him? I bit my lip to stifle the groan and shifted slightly in my chair. Unlike Ash, I had freedom of movement, but it was difficult to remember that when I was so engrossed with him. My hands gripped my own thighs for lack of anything else to hold on to and I felt the heat of desire rise in my face. Forget everything I thought I knew about bondage. About subs and Doms and relationships based on control. Ash didn’t look like a weak submissive tied up in that chair. He looked strong, and sexy as fuck. They had barely started and I was already drooling all over myself.

  “I can see that you are going to prove to be a distraction without even trying, Amelia.” Damien walked back over to the table where his tools lay, and picked up a length of black cloth. “Ash, if you can’t pay attention to me properly I’m going to need to blindfold you. Are you going to be able to focus without it, or are you going to be staring at Amelia the entire time? Should I dismiss her?” I didn’t want to be dismissed. They invited me here, and now I wanted to see…everything. What was Ash going to say? What were they going to do?”

  Ash continued to hold my gaze, his blue eyes boring into mine, deep pools of desire that I couldn’t look away from. Damien took the black cloth and wound it slowly around Ash’s exposed cock, twisting it slightly as he pulled, not touching any other part of Ash’s body as he did. “It’s a shame you can’t pay attention to me, when I am focused solely on you.” With a quick jerk he tugged the cloth sharply and it pulled off of Ash. It looked like it hurt and I gasped, but the low moan that ripped from Ash’s throat sounded anything but pained.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll pay attention. Use the blindfold.” Ash’s arms pulled against the restraints but his feet never moved. “I’ll obey only you, but I want her to stay. I want her to look at me.” Damien stepped behind Ash, and putting his hand around his neck from behind, tilted Ash’s face up until he was staring straight up at him. Then, after he finished knotting the length of black cloth around Ash’s head he kissed him—hard, dominating, rough. Standing above Ash, Damien owned his mouth, the muscles of his arms taught through the fabric of his shirt. He looked strong. In command. In control.

  Desire flooded my body at the sight before me.

  I couldn’t control my ragged breathing and focused all of my energy on remaining as silent as possible so I didn’t break the spell in the room. Abruptly Damien pulled away and stepped back from the chair. Ash’s head fell limply back, but I could tell from his posture that he was anything but relaxed. His shoulders were rounded, and his arms bulged against the restraints as they were pulled back behind his body. His naked thighs flexed against the rope but his legs stayed in place. His feet remained firmly on the floor, the rest of his body spread wide open for me to see. Damien returned from the table, and without sparing me so much as a glance, knelt on the floor next to Ash’s seat. It took me a minute to figure out what was in his hand…was that a makeup brush?

  “Ash,” Damien admonished as he got a close look at the effect the ropes were having on his bound charge. “We haven’t even started yet and look at you.” He slowly traced the fan-like bristles of the small brush around the base of Ash’s cock, tickling lightly around his sack and then up the underside of his thick length. Ash shuddered and strained against the ropes, the chain on his wrist restraints clacking against the slats on his chair. “I don’t know how long you think you are going to last, Ash, but I do not give you permission to come. What is this?” And he drew the very tip of the bristles against the dewy wetness that was building at the tip.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” Ash could barely get the words out through gritted teeth.

  “You need to have more control. Should I just leave you there to calm down for a bit? I can take Amelia out of the room and we can have a chat while you regain your composure. Is that what you want?”

  Oh my God would he really leave him there? That sounded like torture, and Ash must have agreed because he spoke up sharply. “No, sir. Don’t leave. I’m fine. I won’t disobey. Continue. Please.”

  “Please what, Ash.” Damien said as he got to his feet, looking dangerous as hell holding that tiny brush in his hands, waiting for Ash to address him correctly.

  “Please continue, Sir.”

  “I don’t think the brush is going to cut it, you are too wound up.” Ash sucked in a breath at Damien’s words.

  “I think Amelia being here is too exciting for you, I think I need to treat you a little more roughly, so you know who your master is. Do you know who your master is?” Warmth trickled between my legs and I realized that Damien’s voice was an aphrodisiac. He wasn’t talking to me, but watching him take complete control over Ash turned my insides to molten lava. I squeezed my thighs together and resisted the urge to touch the place where I ached almost painfully. Was I a voyeur? I had never been interested in such things before, but I found myself panting, leaning over the edge of my seat, silently urging Damien to punish Ash. Take him in hand. See how much he could take before his cock exploded. Saliva filled my mouth thinking about Ash losing control. What if he came without permission? What would be his punishment then?

  Ash didn’t speak, but his whole body was lifting off the chair now, and his heels were raised ever so slightly off the floor. Whatever Damien was planning, Ash had very strong feelings about.

  Damien turned to the table again, and switched out the small brush for something much larger and more menacing. I knew what he held in his hands, the cat o nine tails. A sex whip. Was he going to hit Ash with that? And Ash allowed it? A slight feeling of dread settled over my shoulders. It wasn’t something I would have chosen, but then again, it wasn’t me in the chair.

  “You didn’t answer me, Ash. I won’t continue if you can’t follow directions. Who is your master?”

  “You, sir.” Ash said quietly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The crack of the whip was deafening in the almost silence of the room. A quick sting across the thighs and Ash’s voice rang out into the room. “God, yes—again.”

  “You don’t tell me what to do. But you may ask me, nicely. I might consider it.”

  “Please, again. Sir,” he amended quickly, probably so he didn’t get into trouble again and Damien punish him by walking away. By taking me out of the room like he had threatened earlier.

  “I would do a five count, start out small to preserve the sensibilities of our guest, but I know you, Ash. Five won’t be enough for you. I’ll do ten. And you need to count them off as I do.” A look of pure bliss crossed Ash’s face, his body squirming against the ropes, his arms pulling against the restraints that held him immobile. Anyone could see that he was pleased by what his master had commanded. “The rule though, Ash, is that you are not allowed to come. If you do as I say and count off all ten, then I will let you finish. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

  “Oh, God,” moaned Ash.

  “Count it out,” the whip cracked against Ash’s chest on the right.

  “One,” he moaned. Crack again on the chest, this time on the left. “Two.”

  Four more lashes, two on each leg. Three, four, five and six. I counted them off in my head as Ash repeated the words out loud, clearly, so Damien wouldn’t make him start over.

  “Seven. Eight.” Ash moaned, as the whip slicked across his nipples and they turned red from the abrasion. He relished the pain of it.

  “Nine.” The whip came down lightly across his balls, almost a caress, only to have him screaming the last number a
s Damien flicked his wrist and brought the whip down quickly across his throbbing cock.

  “Ten! Fuck. Ten.” The cords of muscle in Ash’s neck and shoulders were pulled tight as he reared up against the ropes. He couldn’t go anywhere because of his hands pulled tightly behind his back, and I wondered if Damien had hit him too hard. That fear was completely washed away as Damien set the whip down on the table, pulled Ash’s head back as he had done in the beginning and kissed him again. Ash rose up as far as he was able to in his bound position, and met Damien’s kiss hungrily, his throat and jaw working as he swallowed as much of Damien’s mouth as he was allowed to have. His cock was red and throbbing, but true to the rules, he did not come.

  “Good boy,” Damien murmured appreciatively. “You did exactly as you were told, so now you get your reward. As long as you can ask for it. What do you want, Ash?”

  “Please let me come, sir.” The words were fired off clearly, with zero hesitation.

  “Is that all you want to do?” Ash hesitated for a moment, and I could see the puzzlement on his face even with the blindfold covering his eyes.

  “Sir?”

  “I said,” Damien said as he stood behind Ash and ran one hand down the front of his body, stopping to cup his hand around his balls and squeeze gently. “Is that all you want to do?” His face was bent over Ash’s shoulder, so I couldn’t see Damien’s face, but Ash stilled in the chair, so still that he had to have been holding his breath.

  “Please. Don’t.”

  “No—you please. I said I would give you exactly what you wanted. But you have to ask for it. And since no one knows you as well as I do, I know exactly what you want. Ask for it. And since she also followed all the rules I will give Amelia this power. You can only finish if she says you can.”