by Sam McCarthy
“Seriously?” I looked at him in disgust. “I still have to wear this?”
“Rules are rules.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders and he opened the car door and avoided further eye contact with me.
“I think it’s time Dominic and I had a little chat about this.” I said sulkily as I slipped the silk over my eyes and tied the ribbons at the back of my head. I huffed loudly and slumped down in my seat watching the driver in his rear view mirror, but he didn’t look up, not even once.
The journey never took long. I think it was down to the fact that I was over excited every time I went to the club. Dominic always had something new to share with me when we attended and I was nervous and excited with anticipation every time the car stopped outside. There was something different about tonight though. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I was eager to get dressed and be paraded as Dominic’s partner in my new outfit, but there was something not quite right. I hadn’t heard from him since before lunch and that was not normal at all. What if there was something wrong? Oh god! What if he had decided that he didn’t want me anymore? I just couldn’t stop the negativity running through my mind and when the door opened I wanted to scream to be taken home again.
I didn’t though. Of course I didn’t. My masochistic mind convinced me otherwise and as the driver held his hand out to me, I took it and stepped out of the car. I allowed him to lead me to the door, listened for it opening and stepped inside. I received a tap on my shoulder and I slipped my blindfold off. One of the security guys led me to the lift and pressed the button.
“You are to meet the girls in Dom’s private quarters. They will prepare you and you are to wait for him.” He turned his back on my as the lift doors closed.
“Where is he?” I asked, out of curiosity more than anything. I always did as I was instructed, so there was nothing more to it.
“Busy!” He replied curtly. “You are to wait in his private quarters for him.”
It was childish I know, but I pulled a face behind his back, and almost as if he had eyes in his arse he tutted and shook his head. I embraced my inner child some more and stuck my tongue out just as the lift doors opened. He moved aside and I stepped past him into the foyer of Dominic’s office. I didn’t look back as I moved across the open space and turned the corridor into the living quarters. I could hear the girls laughing and giggling before I saw them, and as I entered the lounge they both jumped up.
“Relax, it’s only me.” I laughed.
Louise held out a glass of champagne and I gulped it down in one.
“That’s better.” I grinned. “Let’s get this show on the road.” I sat down on the stool readily placed near the glass coffee table, and Louisa set about with her potions and makeup. I knew that by the time she had finished I would be unrecognisable. The girls kept me entertained with their stories of single life and filled me in on some of the experiences they had here at the club over the last few years. When she finally stood back with a satisfied smile on her face, Callie took over with my hair. She combed and teased it for what seemed like forever and the champagne kept flowing whilst she worked.
By the time the rope came out I was decidedly tipsy after four glasses of decent champagne and I wobbled a bit as I stood and slipped my feet into the heels.
“Are you okay Elise?” Callie asked with concern in her voice.
I nodded and steadied myself ready for them to perform even more of their magic. They worked quickly and efficiently and at just before 9pm they both stood back.
“Wow. You look fucking stunning Elise.” Callie grinned like a Cheshire cat, Louisa just nodded in agreement.
“Do you want to see?” Louise asked as she crossed the room and beckoned for me to follow. We slipped into Dominic’s dressing room and I stood in front of the full length mirror.
I gasped as I took in my reflection. It was like another person staring back at me. My hair was tousled and pinned with tiny diamantes that sparkled in the light. My make up was almost iridescent, with white and the palest blue eye shadow highlighting my brow bones. I glittered and glistened with every turn, but that wasn’t the biggest wow factor. No. That was by far the rope. It bound me perfectly, the white silk bright against my tanned skin. My nipples were exposed and they stood out dark against the pale white of the rope. It wound over my hips and between my legs in a perfect V and the same at the back, accentuating the roundness of my bottom.
The rope from the shoes caressed my shins and made them seem incredibly long. I twisted and turned taking in every inch of myself, and grinned like a lunatic while I did so.
“You have outdone yourselves this time girls.” I told them both, unable to stop smiling.
“It’s not quite finished.” Callie said as she dashed off, “Hang on.”
She was back seconds later with some strapping. I watched her as she attached carabiners to the ropes near my ankles, and then fastened white leather cuffs around my wrists. Finally she placed a white leather collar around my neck, exactly the same as the one from home, then stood back and said.
“Now you are ready!”
I squealed with excitement. They really had done an incredible job and I was thrilled with how I looked. I was even more thrilled with how I felt as I moved away from the mirror. Fuck! That tension was incredible and once again I was on the edge with every step. How on earth I was supposed to contain myself until Dominic arrived I had no idea.
The girls headed for the lift and I called after them. The champagne had made me over confident and I decided I wasn’t waiting here alone.
“Wait! I will come down with you.” I told them as I moved slowly across the room.
“You are supposed to wait here.” Louisa told me. “Dominic was adamant that we left you here alone.”
“Fuck it.” I retorted, feeling braver than normal. “I fancy another drink.” I hit the call button for the lift and there was a moment of silence while we waited.
“I will have a drink, and then come back I promise.” I tried to placate the girls, who were looking decidedly nervous right now. This seemed to satisfy them a little and the three of us stepped into the lift and began our descent to the club below. We bypassed the reception and stepped out into a throng of writhing bodies. The pit was busy tonight, and the girls headed straight into the crowd to find their fun for the evening. I bypassed everyone, walking slowly around the edge, revelling in the attention my outfit was getting and feeling my clitoris throb against the tightening rope with every step I took.
I moved into the corridor and manoeuvred myself past the people watching through the glass at the public viewing rooms. I walked past three rooms before one caught my attention. There were a couple of men stood by the glass, both in a state of very evident arousal. As I peered round one of them I saw a blonde girl tied to a low swinging harness. It was the Japanese art of bondage, Shibari, and it looked incredible. She was swaying slightly, her body bound and her legs apart hanging from the joists in the ceiling. A masked man was using a pussy flogger on her and he was definitely not holding back. With each strike I winced, feeling her pain, though between my legs throbbed with every hit, telling a completely different story. She turned her face towards me and a look of recognition passed over her, followed by a look of terror as she fought to get out of her restraints. I was confused for a second as I watched the man struggle to hold her still, and eventually plunge himself inside of her in an effort to regain control. He continued to hit her as he fucked her with no remorse whatsoever and she screamed throughout.
It suddenly dawned on me as I recognised her from the bar. Everything moved in slow motion as she continued to try to alert her attacker, and he eventually looked up in the direction she was staring.
My eye met his.
Time stood still.
The two men turned and looked at me too, with shock on their faces.
“Dominic.” I whispered.
I turned, and I ran.
Chapter 23
I moved as
fast as was humanly possible trussed up like I was and darted into an empty room. I hit the button to black out the window and huddled in the corner before I let myself go. The tears streamed down my face and I cried. I cried like I should have cried when my marriage was over. I cried like I should have cried when Daniel told me he never wanted to speak to me again. I cried like I had never done before and I didn’t think this pain would ever go away.
The door opened a little and I sensed him enter. He didn’t turn on the lights, he didn’t call out. He knew exactly where I was and came straight to me. I drew back and pressed myself as far into the corner as I could.
“Elise.” His voice was soft and gentle. “Elise. You were told to wait for me upstairs.” He crouched at my side and lifted his hand to my face. He wiped away a tear with his thumb and I flinched away from him.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.” I snarled. “You gave up all rights to me when you fucked that whore in front of me.”
He sighed.
“Elise.” My eyes adjusted to the darkness as he spoke. “Elise, I own you. You don’t get to decide whether I touch you or not.”
My anger bubbled up inside of me. I pulled myself to my feet and stood over him as he stayed crouched on the floor. I felt my confidence growing with every second that passed.
“You’re wrong Dominic.” I stepped back from him as he too rose to his feet. “I have complete control over what happens to me.”
“Okay. Elise.” He moved a step closer. “Do you want me to apologise? Is that it?” He took another step, bearing down on me like the monster he was. “I’m sorry.” He said it with a smirk and before I could even think about my reaction I lifted my hand and slapped him across the cheek. I stepped back and held my breath, unable to determine what his next move would be I didn’t give him the chance. I ran for the door, the damned rope preventing me from moving as quickly as I needed. He reached there before me and banged his hand against the door. I jumped as he grabbed me and held me against the wall by my throat. He fumbled a little until he found the lights and once they were on he released me and stood in front of me.
“I’m sorry.” He paused. “I needed to hurt someone Elise.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I mean REALLY fucking hurt someone.” He closed his eyes. “No matter how much I want to...I just can’t bring myself to be like that with you.”
I stared at him.
“You REALLY fucking hurt me tonight.” I told him. I put my hand over my chest. “You hurt me here.”
He looked into my eyes.
“I AM sorry Elise. I never meant to...” He took my hand in his and I let him momentarily. “I thought I was protecting you.”
I shook him off me.
“No. Dominic.” I said. “You were protecting YOU!”
He sighed.
“You look incredible tonight.” He tried to change the direction of the conversation.
“What a shame you won’t benefit from it.” I snapped at him. “You think you can do whatever you like? Let’s see how you like it when your little plaything fights back.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked as he grabbed my wrist.
“Get your fucking hands off me.” I shouted.
He let go and stood back, a little surprised I think, and I took the opportunity to let myself out. I slipped into the room next door, knowing that he wouldn’t look for me there, and hoping for some time alone to reflect on what had kicked off tonight. I needed to speak to Max but there was no mobile signal down here, and I would have more chance of finding a needle in a haystack than finding Max in the many rooms within the club.
Unfortunately I wasn’t alone. It was a closed room with private viewing so there was a small gathering of people watching a couple taking the floor. I heard my own audible gasp as I took in the scene in front of me.
A woman was there; restrained and attached to a St Andrews cross in the centre of the room. She was blindfolded and wearing earphones. I imagined there would be strains of classical music playing through to her, anything to relax her and open her up to what she was to endure tonight. Two men circled her, their erections standing proud for everyone to see.
I leaned back into the wall, steadying myself as I did so. I was turned on by what I saw and the rope gliding over my folds as I squeezed my thighs together only heightened every sensation further. My breathing was laboured and I was certain that everyone else in the room could hear my obvious excitement. I smoothed my hands over the rope tugging ever so slightly as I moved in closer. I wanted to be nearer to this woman. I wanted to enjoy watching her grow, like a flower exposed to the sunlight. She ground her arse against the cross as the two men closed in on her. Her nipples peaked as they trailed the fronds of their cat o nine tails across her skin. They flicked them against her breasts, the redness on her skin glowing in the darkened room, before trailing them downwards to her mound. As one caressed the other one would hit, and restrained as she was, it was easy to see her arousal. Her breathing quickened and her head tossed from side to side as they continued to flit between causing pleasure and pain. Her bravery astounded me. She never once cried out, and just let herself be immersed in her ecstasy.
I felt the heat rising within me as one of the men plunged his fingers into her slick folds. She opened her mouth and groaned loudly, clearly no longer aware or caring about the audience watching her. I responded to her call by slipping a finger through the rope and caressing myself gently, nothing too brazen; I didn’t want to alert anyone’s attention to myself.
One of the men caught my eye as stroked myself and a quiet moan slipped from my throat and echoed around the room. His look said it all. He was asking permission. He approached me slowly, while the second man released the woman from the cross. He held her gently as she found her feet, and then guided her out of another door away from prying eyes, where I presumed he would give her everything else she needed.
As the first man stood in front of me, and everyone else in that room turned expectantly to look at me, he lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it softly.
“Miss?” He spoke quietly. “Would you care to join me?”
I nodded and moved towards him.
If Dominic wanted to play games that was fine. Let’s see how he liked it. I had no doubt whatsoever that this would get back to him, probably a lot quicker than I could even imagine. But frankly, he could go fuck himself. I came here for pleasure tonight and if he wanted to share his elsewhere then I could too.
I stepped in front of the cross. As I turned my back to it, I lifted my arms and bared my wrist cuffs. I was lifted deftly and buckled in around my waist. He moved quickly and efficiently, first strapping my wrist cuffs, and then each ankle, opening me up and causing the rope to slip and chafe, almost burning my inner folds. The blood rushed from my head as the alcohol from earlier took effect and in a moment of panic I turned to the side and whispered,
“Please keep me upright.”
The man nodded and gave me a small smile as he covered my eyes and I was plunged into darkness. The headphones came next and the eerie sound of a song I didn’t know resounded and enveloped me in the private world I had been encased in.
I waited for what seemed like an age before I felt the soft tickle of a gentle flogger trailing across my skin. I flinched with surprise as it feathered over my breasts and they swelled against the rope. I felt something cold around my nipples, not a painful sensation, just a little heavy and alien. My nipples grew harder and the coolness of whatever was adorning them became more and more apparent. It was clearly some kind of magnetic clamp and the more aroused I became the tighter the draw of the magnets, squeezing and tightening around me. When I felt the ropes being parted and fingers spreading me before adorning the same cool touch to my clit I gasped loudly. It was such an unexpected feeling and I shuddered with pleasure as my muscles contracted and my climax came over me suddenly.
I sagged in my bonds, thankful of the support from the cross but still gasping from the su
rprise of the sudden onslaught. I barely had the chance to catch my breath before the pain started. I took several lashes across my stomach and thighs before I felt myself finally slipping away. I was numb, my senses removed and it didn’t hurt any more. My skin felt clammy and my breathing slow. My head lolled to the side and even within my blindfold the darkness came over me.
There was a flash of recognition that I was in way above my head. That as part of a loving relationship this was okay, but with someone I didn’t trust it was wrong. So wrong; on every level. I tried to find the strength to fight against my restraints but I was weak.
There was silence.... the calm before the storm.
Then he was there. They could dull all of my senses apart from my scent. I knew it was him and I let him take my weight as he unfastened me.
“What have you done Elise?” His words were gentle and soothing in opposition to my skin which raged, burning and sore. “What did you let them do to you?”
My body weak, I rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me out, the commotion behind me becoming quieter as he whisked me away to safety and solace. I only needed to be in his arms to feel these things, He was what made me feel safe, and as the tears rolled down my cheeks I suddenly realised why he had tried to protect me.
He laid me down on the bed in his quarters, the eiderdown soft on my back. I flinched as he released the magnetic clamps and the blood rushed back into my most sensitive areas. He kissed me gently on the lips as he removed my blindfold and I looked deep into his eyes to see the sorrow within them.
“Why?” He asked, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t know how to answer his question.
“Why would you put yourself in such a dangerous position Elise?” He sat up and reached for a sponge sitting in a bowl of warm water at the side of the bed. He carefully sponged me down, the white silk rope now tinged with pink where my wounds had bled.