by Roop, Cassy
“Master Dominic wants you in the Rapture Room,” he said.
The Rapture Room? Why does he want me there, and where are the other trainees? Curiosity got the better of me as I spun on my heel to follow Drake.
He led me down the corridor of The Hall, where the vast majority of the lights were on in the rooms and I could see several couples in the midst of a scene. I couldn’t help but stare as I walked behind Drake. Anticipation started to build the closer I got to Dominic. My palms started to sweat and my knees became wobbly. My heart thumped against my ribcage as we approached the Rapture Room.
Drake opened the door with a key and ushered me inside. It was dimly lit and for a few moments I thought I was alone until a familiar voice spoke out from a dark corner of the room.
“Hello, Ashley.”
My cock was ready and standing at attention when Ashley walked into the room. She couldn’t see me in the dark corner as I eye fucked her body when she walked into the room. Her eyes darted everywhere like a scared caged animal. Her gorgeous blond hair was flowing down her shoulders and I imagined it fisted in my hands as I fucked her, hard. The sexy little top she had on left little to the imagination. With the barest of skin showing at her navel, I could see a belly button ring glisten in the dim lights. My tongue was dying to circle it. Her hot as fuck legs looked long in the sad excuse for a miniskirt she had on. It might as well have been a tube top, for it barely covered her tight, voluptuous ass.
I don’t think I had ever been that hard in my life. My dick was like granite as it pushed against the restricting fabric of my jeans. I shook my head and gained back control that my body so desperately wanted me to let go of.
“Hello, Ashley,” I said to her. Her head whipped around at the sound of my voice. I knew she still couldn’t see me in the dark corner, and I planned it that way. It was time to start the scene.
“Dominic?” she whispered.
“I do not believe I gave you permission to speak. You are to only speak when I say you can. Is that clear? Nod your head if you understand.” She complied as her head furiously nodded up and down in rapid succession. I knew she was trying to suppress her nerves, and it only made me hotter. Even in the dim light, I could see her skin flush.
“I want you to walk into the center of the room and strip, slowly.” I noticed her hesitation at my command, and I seized the opportunity to provide her with the real me, the real Dominic.
“NOW, Ashley!” I barked so loudly that my voice echoed off the walls and she jumped as if startled. She slowly walked to the center of the room and the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels on the wood floors. She approached the middle of the room and dropped her purse to the floor. Her back was facing me and I allowed it for now because I wanted to see her delectable ass. Her hands came up to her shoulders as she slowly lowered the spaghetti thin straps of her sequined top to allow them to slide down her arms. At that moment I was jealous, jealous that an object like those straps got to caress her skin. She let the shiny material pool at her waist before sliding it around to undo the one tiny snap that was holding the material to her body. Fuck. Her backside was gorgeous and the fact that she was not wearing a bra fucking excited me more.
Her hands caressed the sides of her ribcage as she brought them to her waist. Giving her hips a tiny shake from side to side, she began to peel the fabric over her derriere and down past her creamy thighs to land at her feet. Jesus fuck! She wasn’t wearing any panties. Good Girl.
When she stopped and just faced away from me, I spoke up from my position in the corner of the room where I had to adjust my cock in my pants from the sight of her.
“Turn around. Spread your legs out, place your hands behind your back and bow your head like you were shown yesterday.” Uncertain, she obeyed my instructions to assume the position. I had all my subs bow their heads in order to not look into their eyes. The eyes show too many feelings, and emotions. Fuck that shit. I didn’t have time for it.
I decided that I could no longer be in the corner. Rising from my chair, I prowled my way over to my prey. Her head was still bowed as I stopped a few feet in front of her and paced back and forth taking in every spectacular inch of her fuckable body. Her skin was like smooth porcelain and glowed in the muted light of the room. I could see the rise and fall of her chest and shoulders as she tried to maintain control over her breathing. Walking around to her backside, I pulled a pair of leather cuffed arm restraints from off of one of the glass shelves that surrounded the room. Her breathing hitched as I secured one cuff to her forearm and did the same with the other one. Now that her arms were secured behind her back, the fun could begin.
“If you struggle, I will spank you, Ashley. Nod if you understand.” With a gentle tip of her chin, she let me know that she understood my demand of her.
“Tonight’s lesson is about obedience. I am your Master, your Dominant. I control you. I control your pleasure, pain and everything in between. No one else is allowed to touch you or bring you pleasure. Do not touch yourself. Every orgasm that you will have from now on will belong to me. Understand?” I was rewarded with a silent nod.
“Good girl. Now walk over to the bed and kneel in front of it with your head down.” Her naked feet padded across the floor as she made her way over to the bed. The sound of the soles of her feet slapping against the cold wood of the floor was mimicking the thunderous beat of my heart. I watched as her firm breasts bounced with every step she took. Once she was in place, I walked over to stand directly behind her. I retrieved a black blindfold from my pocket and placed it around her eyes, this way I could do whatever I wanted to her without risking the chance of seeing her eyes.
“Dominic, I…” She stuttered as I tied the blindfold in place.
“Silence!” I did not give you permission to talk, Ashley. You will learn to obey me. Looks like I get to deliver your first punishment.”
“I’m sorry...I,” she whispered.
“Enough. Slide your chest up and lay the top half of your body on the bed, keeping your feet on the ground and your ass in the air.” Her legs wobbled as I watched her try to accomplish the task with her arms behind her back. Once she was in position, I reached for a wood paddle that was on the shelf.
“I am going to spank you three times Ashley for speaking without permission. Understand I am doing this so that you learn to please me, obey me. I want you to count each one and say Sir after each number.”
I walked up to her and palmed the flesh of her ass with my hand. Rubbing up and down each ass cheek, I prepared her for what was to come. I fondled, rubbed and soothed the fine contours of her skin. Pulling back, I grasped the paddle firmly in my hand as I delivered the first blow.
“Argggh!” she cried as the paddle connected to the flesh of her backside.
“I did not hear you, Ashley,” I said sternly.
“One, Sir!” she nearly yelled. I did the same ritual of caressing her skin before pulling back and delivering blow two.
“Two, Sir!” Rub, caress, spank.
“Three, Sir!”
The last count was a whimper. The effects of the blows were now evident in the bright pink color of her skin. I dropped the paddle next to her head and I took my hands and traced the inside of her thighs. My fingers left behind a trail of goose bumps as I arrived at her pussy. Slowly, my fingers spread her folds and the wetness I found there surprised me. I thought for sure that her punishment would have diminished any form of desire for me.
“Greedy girl. Did that turn you on?” When she didn’t answer, I knew she was beginning to understand, “Good girl. Now, what should I do with you, Ashley?”
I heard the tiniest of whimpers escape her lips as my finger brushed against her clit. I had an all-consuming desire to taste her. I grabbed her elbows where she was still beautifully bound and lifted her up on to her feet before turning her around to push her to sit on the bed.
“Scoot back and lay down. Spread your legs for me,” I directed her as patien
tly as I could.
The beautiful display of her dripping wet pussy was my prize as she fulfilled my request. Slowly, I stalked my way up between her legs. I slid my nose up her inner thigh and when I reached her apex, I took a deep inhale. She smelled like musky desire mixed with vanilla and it was intoxicating, addicting. Her back arched off the bed as I suddenly swept my tongue through her slick, wet folds. She became greedy and antsy as I worked my tongue over her sensitive flesh. Her breasts were pushed forward from where she laid on her bound arms. I know it couldn’t have been too comfortable, but at that point I didn’t care.
“Keep still Ashley, or I will stop.”
She became stock-still and I continued to seduce her luscious body with my tongue. Her taste was electrifying, like my favorite meal that I couldn’t get enough of. Every involuntary jerk from the electric pulses of pleasure that I supplied her was driving me crazy with desire to sink into her. My fingers found their way into the warm, moist confines of her soaking wet cunt and I began to stroke her inner walls. Her body convulsed and she clamped down on my fingers as her body became emancipated with an explosive orgasm.
“Oh, God!” Ashley cried out as she rode out her climax with every gesticulation of my fingers.
Within seconds, I was stripped down and rolling a condom onto my throbbing dick. I could feel the pulse of my heartbeat radiate through my cock and I knew I could no longer wait to be inside of her. Grabbing her ankles, I flipped her over onto her stomach and released the restraints from her arms. Repositioning her hands over her head, I re-applied the cuffs to her wrists.
“Keep your hands above your head. I’m going to fuck you now, Ashley, hard and fast. I will not hold back.” She nodded slightly, too sated from her potent crescendo of pleasure to speak, and I positioned myself at the entrance of her now swollen cunt. In one quick move, I slammed into her and froze allowing her to adjust to my size. She started to relax and I began a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of the tight confines of her pussy.
Her body slid across the bed as I continued to pick up my pace slamming into her. With each undulating thrust inside of her, pressure built until I could no longer hold back and I climaxed. Forcefully, I erupted inside of her with the biggest, balls tightening orgasm I have ever experienced. Her strangled cry into the mattress signified her simultaneous release and I collapsed on top of her, spent. The sweat from our bodies joined together as we both fell back down to earth from our shattering highs. It was at that moment that I knew I needed more. There was no way I could have her this one time and simply walk away.
Fuck!
I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t want to feel more. I was positive that once I had her, I would be able to erase her from my system. I was pissed and scared as fuck. Forcefully, I withdrew my dick from inside of her and climbed off the bed. After throwing my clothes back on, I walked over and released her wrists from the restraints. I’ve had enough and I needed to get out of there before I did something stupid, like fuck her again or worse, hurt her with my anger. Without saying a word, I stomped my way toward the exit. It was then I made a fatal mistake and turned around to glare back at her just as she took the blindfold off of her head, and our eyes collided.
Being with Dominic was the single most exhilarating experience of my life. I was troubled when he punished me, but at the same time it was a shock that I was completely aroused by it. Like my body was betraying its natural flight instinct. So how come I was sitting there devastated? Why did he withdraw from me, again? When our eyes collided right before he left the room, I saw him struggle with something deep inside of him. There was no way he could say that he did not enjoy what occurred between us, because his body could not lie.
What caused him to run scared every time he got close to me? Was I not good enough? Was it because I was too new of the lifestyle?
All those questions were in constant circulation in my mind as I retrieved my clothes from the floor and in a robotic state, I got dressed and left the Rapture Room in search of Kelly. As soon as I opened the door, I collided into someone causing me to stumble. I would have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for the big hands that caught me before I hit the ground.
I was about to thank the person who rescued me from giving the floor a kiss when I looked up and was frozen in shock by the person who stood in front of me.
Asher.
The same Asher that tried to get me to go to The Hall with him the night before. The same man that made my body turn ice cold from his predatory stare. He looked completely intoxicated and I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and nervous in his presence.
“Hello, Ashley,” he slurred as he narrowed his eyes at me. I released myself from his grip and took a tentative step back. Instantly, I knew it was a mistake because I was now cornered back into the Rapture Room and had no way to escape. He stepped forward as soon as I stepped back and I tried to think of a way to escape from him.
“Well, well, well. Master Dominic finally had his fill with you, huh? It didn’t take very long. I guess he just can’t keep up with a beautiful girl like you.”
He stepped closer and we were now both completely in the room, alone. My breathing sped and a small tremor began in my body. He slammed the door shut and my blood turned to ice. I knew he was mad when I turned him down the night before, and that was still apparent in his demeanor.
“I−I should go find Dominic for my assignment tonight. Good to see you, Asher,” I said nervously as I tried to walk past him. Before I even had the chance to get past him, he grabbed ahold of my wrist and spun me around pinning my arm painfully behind my back. Bringing his other hand around my chest, he roughly grabbed my neck and chin pinning me so I was completely immobile.
“You, aren’t going anywhere. How dare you call me by my name you fucking slut? I am a Master and you will address me as such,” he said with anger as the stench of alcohol permeated from his mouth. I was trembling with fear as I realized there was no one around to help me. What if no one hears me?
“Please−please let me go!” I begged him as his grip on me tightened. His laughter was pure evil and sent chills running through my body. My instincts kicked into flight mode and I began to struggle to break free of his grasp. With a quick, hard shove, he pushed me to the floor. My knees painfully collided with the hardwood of the floor and I was momentarily motionless in my condition. Asher stumbled over to me and leaned down to grab my hair at the nape of my neck hard enough to send a sharp stabbing pain through my scalp. My head was tilted back and I was forced to look up at him.
“Get up, bitch, and walk over to the bed,” he demanded. When I didn’t comply, he lifted his foot and kicked me in the ribs, hard. Searing pain shot through my side and I found it hard to suck vital air into my lungs. I cried out in pain and tears started streaming down my face. Extreme fear overcame me and I screamed as loud as I could hoping that someone would hear me.
“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled at me before taking me by the hair and dragging me over to the bed. My bones hit every hard surface of the floor causing pain to develop deep inside of me as I kicked and screamed as much as I could. Asher found restraints attached to the bedpost and made quick used of securing my wrists to the bed. I was still kicking and screaming frantically begging for someone to help me. Asher walked away briefly only to come back with a ball that had straps on the side. He placed it in my mouth, muting my screams as he secured the straps around my head.
“This is why ball gags come in handy. Now, no one will hear you scream. I am going to fuck you so good, Ashley. I will make you forget all about that fucking dickhead, Dominic. That stupid douche thinks that his shit doesn’t stink, but I can see right through him.”
I ferociously shook my head from side to side hard enough to send my brain rattling in my skull and begged him not to as he ripped my top off of me. His hands reached around and found my breasts squeezing them painfully. Shards of pain surged through my chest and I jerked and writhed trying to get him off of me. It was no use
. He was just too strong. I looked over at him to try and plead with him not to do it and I was rewarded with a hard slap across the face with the back of his hand. Hot, pain shot through the side of my face and soon my body went lax as I sank to my knees on the floor. I was so tired. My ribs, hands and face all hurt. I could taste blood in my mouth from the ball gag being there when he hit me. I struggled to breathe as the room started to spin and tunnel vision began to creep in. The last thing I saw when I looked up from hooded, tired eyes was the door to the room opening and Dominic and Knox both came barreling in. Dominic was next to me instantly as Knox tackled Asher to the ground. Dominic hastily removed the ball gag and restraints and I finally succumbed to the darkness that invaded me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did I look back? Why did I have to see her eyes? I swear I had never felt gutted like I did when I looked back and saw the confusion and hurt written all over Ashley’s face before I walked out of the Rapture Room. I was confused and angry at those feelings that seeped into me like a foreign parasite trying to consume me. No, I will not feel! I don’t care! I repeated to myself as I stormed upstairs to my office.
Walking in, I slammed the door and punched the wall behind it. My fist cleared the sheetrock and the wall crumbled from my fury. Why the fuck was I feeling like that with her? Why the fuck couldn’t I have just walked away from her and not thought twice about it, like I had always done?
I sat and brooding in my office chair for several minutes before my breathing finally returned to normal. I looked up and scrubbed my hands over my face, and when I did, my eyes connected with my computer screen and the image on it paralyzed me. My computer screen had several live security feeds coming in so that I could see what was happening in the club at all times. The image from the Rapture Room peering back at me had my blood pressure rising. There on the screen was that fucker Asher dragging Ashley across the floor by the hair. I jumped up from the chair and rushed out of the door. Ripping my cell phone from my pocket, I called Knox and yelled at him to get his ass to the Rapture Room. I didn’t think I could remember my feet having ever moved as fast as I fought my way through the people gathered in The Hall to get to Ashley. How dare that fucker put his hands on her! She was mine! I would not allow anyone to touch her, ever!