Suffice to say, it happens more than once in the long hall leading away from my cell.
By the time we emerge, my knees are scraped and bleeding. My hands are not in better shape.
He told me not to speak, so I dare not say a word.
Out of the cavern, he adopts a slower pace. Now I’m able to keep up easier.
I grind my teeth together in concentration, determined not to fall behind.
Suddenly, in the middle of the entrance hall, he stops.
He looks at me.
“Tell me,” he says. “How you feel.”
I search his eyes for a hint of the answer he wants.
One comes to me naturally.
“Like I’m yours.”
“Yes.” He looms over me. He sounds pleased. “That is correct.” He reaches down and pulls on my hair. I yelp as my head is forced up.
He kneels so that he is closer to me. “And as mine,” he whispers, “What is it you want?”
We’ve never gone over this before. I’m frightened. I might give the wrong answer. We don’t have any rules!
Again, I speak the first thing that comes to mind:
“To please you.”
“Oh Dani,” his eyes soften. His grip relents. “You don’t know how right you are.”
He stands and drops the leash. “Two good answers in a row,” he tells me. “And instant obedience otherwise. I think such behavior is worthy of a reward, no?”
He looks at me. There’s a mischievous—but not malicious—glimmer in his eye.
I swallow. My whole body is teeming in anticipation.
What will he do? I think. What will he do, what will he do, what will he do?
My eyes move over his crotch. Maybe he’ll let me touch him today, I think in a bout of girly excitement.
He makes a curt motion with one hand. “You may stand.”
Slowly, I rise.
He walks around me. He runs a soft hand through my hair. He brushes it back over my shoulder.
“You are very beautiful today, did you know?” he asks me. Sunlight streams through the tall stained-glass windows. “In fact, you are the best I’ve ever seen.”
I fight down the rush of pleasure his words evoke.
“I think…” he continues. “I think that you are finally ready. Don’t you?”
“Ready for what?” I whisper, before remembering his earlier command. My hand flies over my mouth.
“No, no,” he says. “Do not worry, Dani. I asked a question, you are allowed to give a response. I think you are ready,” he steps into me, and breathes softly in my ear, “for your first visit to the White Tower.”
Excitement explodes in my chest. I cannot believe it. So soon!
“Yes,” he smiles. Suddenly all the cruelty seeps away. “I got you something to commemorate the occasion.” He strides over to a chest, bends down, and retrieves a wrapped gift box.
He brings it to me.
“For you.” He hands it off.
I take it. The collar is still tight against my throat.
As if reading my thoughts, Sylvain walks behind me and undoes the strap.
Both the collar and the leash fall to the floor.
“What is it?” I wonder.
“Open it, and you will see.”
Slowly, I unwrap the box. There is no precedent for this sort of thing. I do not know if the present inside is a good or bad one.
The box comes undone. I tear away the wrapping. It’s an expensive Stella McCartney box.
I lift the lid. As soon as I see the rich, red dress inside, my breath hitches. My chest constricts.
I look at Sylvain. He smiles broadly.
Back to the box I go. I take the lid all the way off. Gently, I bend down and place it on the ground. My hands are shaking. I pick up the straps and hold the dress before me.
It unravels. I can hardly believe my eyes. It’s gorgeous, made of deep red silk that dips low in the front and is completely open in the back.
I’ve never held such expensive material in my hands before.
“Do you like it?” Sylvain asks. “It is yours.”
“I’ve never even dreamt of owning something so beautiful,” I whisper.
His smile deepens. He looks very, very pleased with himself.
“I think I got the measurements right,” he continues. “Go on. Try it on.”
“What—now?” I ask.
“Yes, Dani,” he says patiently. “Right now. I’ll turn away. I won’t look.”
True to his word he does exactly that.
“A girl usually needs a mirror for these sorts of things,” I say under my breath. I don’t mean for him to hear.
But I forgot how good his ears are.
He clicks his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he says. “That is a detail I overlooked.”
His words are not mean, or sardonic, or mocking. They are very, very genuine, in fact.
“That’s fine,” I say quickly. “Really, I didn’t mean—”
“No, it is not fine,” Sylvain cuts me off. He looks at me and holds out his hand. “Come, Dani. I’ll quickly fix it.”
I step to him and take his outstretched arm. His fingers curl around mine in a warm, steady embrace.
Butterflies explode in my stomach.
Butterflies! In me! That hasn’t happened since… Christ, since middle school!
How is it that this man can pull all of these responses out of me?
“You’re finally warm,” Sylvain says. “Dani, your hands are warm.”
“I guess I’m not nervous anymore,” I say. I look up and see the handsome specimen of a man before me. “Or maybe I’m really, really glad to be here.”
“Maybe you like your gift.”
“Yeah,” I smile. “That too.”
We walk hand-in-hand to the lobby between the two towers. Every time before we entered we’ve gone left.
This time, he leads me right.
We start the climb. Anticipation grows inside me. The White Tower! What’s it going to be like? What—
My train of thought stops when we reach a door just halfway to the top. In the Black Tower, there’s a straight path all the way up. Here…?
Sylvain thumbs through a ring of keys. He finds the right one.
He puts it in the lock and opens the door.
My breath is taken away.
The room…the interior…it’s an absolute marvel. Everything is completely new and redone. There’s not a trace of the castle here. The floor is polished marble. The walls are pure white. An enormous chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Its crystals reflect the light.
There are mirrors… everywhere. Just everywhere. It makes the room seem huge. Big fluffy pillows are stacked upon each other on the sides. They make monstrous piles. There are sofas and daybeds all around.
Every single comfort has been seen to. There are wardrobes, massive wardrobes, decorated in gold. I don’t even need to look inside to know they’re full. An even bigger grandfather clock than the one in Sylvain’s study sits along one wall.
There’s even a fireplace!
“This is only the first floor,” Sylvain whispers in my ear.
Right away, I’m in love with the tower.
Lace… there’s lace everywhere. On everything. It seriously looks like a room pulled out of a young girl’s wildest fantasies.
“But I don’t see a bed,” I mutter.
“That’s because it’s on the next floor up. We’ll go there later. For now…” he points out an ornate screen. “You can try the dress on for me, behind that.”
He sits on one of the many seats. “Go on,” he encourages. “This is all for you.”
My heart flutters and my soul feels like it can rise up and soar.
I go behind the screen. I slip my dirty clothes off. I hug the dress to my chest. I inhale the rich, clean fabric.
I put it on. It wraps around my body wonderfully, clinging in all the right places.
I do a little spin. The bottom fla
res.
I giggle and rush out. I can’t wait to see the look of approval in Alastair’s eyes.
He does not disappoint. He looks at me like a man bedazzled. This is all a game, I know, but it’s a game of our own choosing.
It’s a reality we both believe in.
“Magnificent,” he murmurs. “Dani,” he says softly. “Come here.”
I walk up to him. He puts his hands on the back of my legs. He tugs me to him.
He presses his face to my stomach, cuddles me, then looks up into my eyes.
“You are a queen,” he says. His hands come under the bottom of the fabric. He squeezes my ass.
Softly, he pulls me to his lap. He looks at me with big, liquid eyes.
“My beauty,” he says. I straddle him. My heart is racing. He nuzzles his face between my breasts. He breathes in deep.
I shiver in a sudden rush of pleasure.
“You are,” he repeats, “magnificent. I love you in this dress.”
I bite my lip and look down at him. “You’re the one who bought it,” I say.
He smiles. “I must have good taste, then.” His hands run along my bare upper arms. “After all… I chose you.”
A small rush of excitement fills me from his words.
But there’s also the tiniest bit of fear:
He chose me. From amongst whom?
He’s said something like this before.
I don’t have time to swell on that. He takes my chin in his hand gently. He tugs me down… and lets his lips brush against mine.
It’s the softest kiss I’ve ever received. It also opens up a floodgate of emotions.
It’s tender and caressing. At the same time, his lips are firm and sweet.
The connection lasts a brief second, no more.
But already, it is the most intoxicating thing I’ve experienced with him.
“Mm,” he smiles. “I’ve waited a long time to do that.”
My hands to go his shoulders. He’s never let me… touch him… like this… before.
So my exploration is slow. It is erotic. I’m careful not to do anything that might make him react badly.
My breath hitches as he continues to smile up at me. He’s so very beautiful.
He tilts his head one way.
I run my hands over his neck. I trace my fingers along his jaw. I feel the stubble, and immediately my mind starts to imagine how good that would feel against my naked legs.
I’m reverent. I’m focused. This is a rare opportunity. I don’t know when I’ll get it again.
I don’t want to ruin anything by speaking.
He catches my wrist, but softy. I give a tiny gasp. He turns my palm inward and kisses it.
I melt against him.
I brush a curl of hair away from his forehead. The fine lines around his eyes give him an aura of sophistication.
This is not an ordinary man.
I can feel his pulse. My hands go to his chest. I bite my lip and focus on the first button of his shirt.
I pull it open.
My eyes dart to his, asking for permission. I want this. Oh, how much I want this, he can’t even know.
He gives the slightest consenting nod. I open the second button. I suck in a breath when my hands feel his chest.
“This is your domain,” he reminds me softly. “Don’t be afraid, Dani. I don’t want you to be hesitant. Any way you’d like to please me, you can do it, in here.”
I’m all of a sudden nervous. Sylvain has always been the one to call the shots. Now that he’s under my control… what if I do something wrong? What if I disappoint him?
I don’t exactly have a plethora of experience, after all.
Not for the first time he seems to read my mind. “Relax,” he tells me. He places his strong hand over mine and presses it to my chest.
Warmth flows through me.
“Here, you can do no wrong. So long as you be yourself… so long as you be my beautiful woman… you can never fail.” He makes strong eye contact. “You will not be punished for anything that happens in the White Tower. This is your haven. This is our—” he kisses my hand again, “—safe place. It is where I put my desires aside and commit fully to all of yours.”
Is this really happening? I think.
He keeps watching me. “Do you understand?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say. With bated breath and trembling hands I unbutton the rest of his shirt. He leans back and supports himself on long, lean arms.
Slowly I peel either side away. I see his chest. I see his abs. I run both hands down his perfect body. I do it very gently, with the lightest of grazings.
This moment feels so special to me.
I feel the hard ridges of his stomach. Electricity shoots through me. My desire runs deep.
I’ve never laid hands on a man so masculine before.
My body starts to hum. I bend over, and, as if in a dream, place a tentative kiss on his breastplate.
“Mmm,” he sighs. He sweeps my hair away. “That feels so nice.”
A little emboldened, I trail my lips down the middle of his body. I scoot down, then off, then go to my knees before him.
He’s tasted me. I so want to taste him.
My hands run over his well-muscled thighs. One of his legs flexes involuntarily. I suppress a giggle.
I watch as his cock gains girth under his pants.
I haven’t even touched him yet!
I spread my fingers and run them down to his knees, savoring the length of his wonderful legs. I bring them back up, and fan them over his crotch.
His cock twitches. I bite down a delighted laugh. I start to rub him through the fabric of his pants. My hands glide over his length. I feel the firmness growing, growing, growing beneath my fingers.
I want to see him now.
I reach for the belt. As I do, we make eye contact.
He looks absolutely enraptured to be with me.
That makes me feel strong. It makes me feel so desired. My confidence makes a marked return.
I pull his belt free and unleash his cock.
It springs up before me. It is thick and hard and full and so… beautiful.
He has a beautiful cock. There, I’ve said it. I’ve felt it inside me one time before, I’ve glimpsed it from a distance, but it’s oh-so-much better up close.
I run my hand over it with a light touch. He shudders. I wrap my fingers around him. Slowly, using both hands, I start to stroke him up and down.
I love the way he feels beneath my fingers. I’ve waited what seems like a lifetime for this. I love the ridge past the head. I love the vein that runs along its side.
I bring my face close, and I kiss the tip.
I love the way he tastes.
Sylvain makes a raw, growling sound from deep in his throat.
“Do that again,” he says.
“What?” I ask, coy-like. “This?”
I flick my tongue out and glide it over him.
“Oh God,” he rasps. He drops his head. I can feel the shiver from my touch run through his body.
“How about… this?” I say, before placing my lips around the tip and sucking him up and down.
I let my teeth scrape against the most sensitive part of him, only a little, just to prove to him who is now in control.
He shudders and brings his head up.
I start to stroke him. At the same time I suck. My head bobs up and down. I can’t take him in very deep, he’s so big.
But I sure as hell can make him come.
Sylvain puts his hands in my hair. He lets me set the pace, but I can tell he’s itching to thrust into me.
My whole body is afire from the pleasure I’m giving him. He makes the most amazing sounds of ecstasy. The moans come from deep in his chest.
I start to move faster. I’m wholly consumed by getting him off. He’s done it to me, it’s beyond time I return the favor.
And so I suck and suck and suck. Spit dribbles down my chin. I wipe it off with t
he back of my hand and take him deeper. He hits the back of my throat. I start to choke and fight it down.
His breathing is labored. He’s growling my name. “Yes, Dani, yes, Dani, fuck yes, oh God yes.”
I take it as a sign I’m doing something right. I grab his cock with my left hand and fist him up and down. My lips move to his balls. I lick and suck and stroke. I lose myself in the pleasure of getting him off. I want him to come… I need him to come…
With only half a second’s warning he roars and ejaculates. His cum goes on my face. It gets in my eyes. I open my mouth and try to get him to shoot down my throat.
I recall how he liked that previously.
And as he lies back, spent, gasping for breath, I think, Oh no, we’re just getting started.
I bite my lip, climb onto his legs, hold his cock right beneath me, and sink down on his girth.
His eyes pop open. He starts to speak—
I place a finger over his lips. “This is my domain, remember?” I gyrate my hips, clench around him, and start to ride. “Here, we do everything that I want.”
Chapter Sixteen
In the aftermath, Sylvain and I connect on an entirely new level.
After he came, I kept riding him until I did. The orgasm was so strong, so powerful, that I cried out and even sank my teeth into his shoulder as he held my body to his.
I even drew a considerable amount of blood.
True to his word, Sylvain did not punish me for that. He did not get mad. In fact, I think—I suspect—in the distant recesses of his mind, he liked the way I fucked him.
Maybe it even endeared me to him more.
A girl can hope.
We lie together, just like that, both of us spent and satisfied.
Of course I still want more. Of course I still crave more. I’d fuck him again and again and again if he’d let me.
But even though he hasn’t said anything, I think we are only here for the one time.
I have to earn the privilege for more. That happens within the Black Tower.
Only then can I get greedy.
But I don’t mind the gentleness, the tenderness that flows between us now. He holds me to his warm body.
I am infinitely fascinated by all his muscles. The hard ridges, the planes, the lines—my fingers cannot get enough.
Good thing he does not object.
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