“She’s a piece of work,” Veronica laughed. “Sasha, you are not going to be expected to discuss anything that makes you uneasy. We three feel a little isolated sometimes, and have learned to trust each other. I know we all wish that eventually you will feel comfortable enough to come to us any time you have questions or doubts.”
Veronica put her hand over Sasha’s. “Perhaps I can help you understand that this is healthy and normal. As I told you, I’ve pretty much always known. Katie would be a good one on helping you adjust, and Melinda…well, I guess Melinda can cheer you up if you have a session that turns out to be a little more than you expected.”
William was the next to arrive, followed closely by Darien. Darien joined Sasha and Kate for another glass of wine, explaining that Edmond got caught up with a business matter and would be there soon.
After they were in the car, Darien asked, “Did you have a good time?”
“I really did,” she sounded surprised. “Kate is so easy to talk to, and Veronica is going out of her way to make me welcome. And Melinda…”
“Melinda is Melinda. There really is no proper way to describe her. All that energy would drive me crazy, but Eric adores her,” Darien chuckled. “Did you pick out a gown?”
“Actually, Sherry picked one out. The other girls liked it the best, and Melinda found some matching shoes.” Sasha glanced at him sideways, still not comfortable about the carte blanche shopping spree.
“Something with lots of little pieces and buckles, no doubt.” Darien shook his head.
Sasha’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“Oh, let’s just say she has a thing for straps,” he chuckled. “At this point, I think she picks out things like that subconsciously. I warn you, if they prove to be too much of a hindrance to take off, I’m cutting through them.”
CHAPTER V
Darien pulled up to the house and led her inside. “Why don’t you give Liz a call while I see what Clara has left us for dinner?”
Sasha went into the living room and took off her shoes, wincing at the unfamiliar aching of her arches and the balls of her feet from wearing heels all day. Liz answered her call, and Sasha let her know that she would have the apartment to herself tonight. When her roommate told her to have a good time, Sasha could also hear Paul in the background.
“Clara left us salads and there’s a pot roast warming in the oven.” Darien looked at her feet and noticed the redness.
Catching his glance, Sasha explained, “I spend most of my time in sneakers.”
Darien pulled her close and worked his way with kisses from the top of her head to her lips. “I’ve missed you.” He dragged her down to the couch. “Lay back.” He positioned her so that her feet rested in his lap, and he began massaging away the pain.
“Oh, that feels good,” she sighed, and when the ache had reduced to a mild throb, they headed to the kitchen.
After dinner, he led her to the stairs and Sasha felt herself begin to get nervously excited as they climbed. Halfway up, Darien stopped and turned her so her back was against the wall, and then leaned in close. “Do you trust me, Sasha?”
Sasha felt anxiety edge with desire. “Yes Darien, you know I do.”
“I have a new game.” He took her hand and led her back downstairs, and they crossed the living room to the library. Darien pulled out a book from a shelf by a heavy wooden door and opened it. It was hollowed out, and a key rested in the secret pocket of the pages.
As Darien fit the key into the lock, Sasha noticed the volume where the key was hidden was titled, ‘Desires and Passions of Marquis de Sade’, and a slight shiver went down her spine.
Darien opened the door and flipped a light switch, and a single lamp lit the top of the stairs that led down to the basement. He held her arm as he guided her down the steps into the dimming light. They descended into a darkened room and Darien put her hand on the banister, saying, “Wait here.”
Sasha looked around the room. In the darkness she saw odd shapes in the shadows and when she heard him return she asked, “Darien, where are we?”
He could hear the edge of panic. “You trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you.” She knew she sounded nervous.
His hands rested on her shoulders and his thumbs began caressing her cheeks. “You’re safe with me, Sasha. You know that, right?”
“Yes, Darien, I know that.”
“Then, trust me. I’m going to cover your eyes. You’ll be safe and I’ll be with you.”
Sasha was silent for a moment. The thought of being blindfolded in the unfamiliar area frightened her, and Darien felt her slight tremble. “Sasha?”
“Y-y-yes,” she stuttered. “You won’t leave me?” It was more of a plea.
“No, I won’t leave you,” he chuckled softly.
This blindfold was different; it wasn’t a simple silk scarf. It was a thick band of leather, and on the interior was soft foam with recesses for her eyes. Sasha found she could still open them under the mask, but she could see only darkness.
Darien took her hand and led her forward a few steps. She heard the click of a switch, but the blindfold sealed out all light. He reached for the buttons on her blouse and she raised her hands to his wrists. “No. Put your arms down,” he said softly.
Sasha let her hands drop back to her sides, and Darien continued to remove her blouse. When he reached around to unclasp her bra, her bottom lip began to quiver. Darien watched her closely and kissed her forehead. “You’re okay.”
She whispered, “Yes, Darien.”
He reached for the zipper on her skirt. “You’re scared.”
“I am nervous,” she admitted. “I don’t know where we are.”
“We’re in the game room, Sasha,” he murmured in her ear as her skirt slipped to the floor. His fingertips brushed lightly along the top edge of her panties, across her belly, and he felt her stomach tighten as his thumbs hooked under the band and pulled them down her thighs.
Sasha stood naked, slightly quivering under his stare. ‘She’s beautiful; perfect.’ “Come, my sweet Sasha.” He took her arm, guided her across the room and stood in front of her. When he backed her up, she felt a piece of wooden furniture behind her legs.
Sasha sensed him kneeling in front of her, and he grasped her left ankle, pulling it to the side. She felt a strap close around and secure it, and then he moved her right leg and secured that as well. She was now standing blindfolded, with her feet spread a little more than shoulder width apart.
“Lean back,” Darien said gently, and guided her down on a curved, smooth piece of wood. “Put your hands over your head.”
“Darien, I…”
“Shh, do as I say, Sasha.”
Sasha slowly lifted her arms over her head into the air, and Darien took one after the other and secured them, stretching her over the arch. Sasha felt as though she had been bound to a big wooden wheel.
Darien could tell she was beginning to panic, and he bent over and kissed her. “Before we leave, I’ll take off the blindfold and let you see the rest of the room, but for now I want you to concentrate on our game without distraction.” He brushed her long hair off her chest so that it fell in gentle waves down the arch and rested by her bound hands near the floor. “I want you to remain quiet, Sasha, and I want you to concentrate only on feeling. Okay?”
Sasha was becoming scared and she was close to asking him to stop. Part of her was fighting the urge to tell him to take her back upstairs to the bedroom and to make love to her as he had before, but the thought of ending this new game distressed her even more. She tried to calm herself, and she gave a slight nod of acceptance for him to continue, remembering he had told her not to speak.
Darien sensed her rising panic, and he leaned down and kissed her again. His tongue followed her quivering lips and slid into her mouth. It controlled her as he licked along her palette exploring every tooth, and when they separated, his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Sasha
realized she was calm again. ‘How can he control my emotions like this?’
Sounds from beside her told her he had walked away, and she heard shuffling noises and realized he was removing his clothes. Blindfolded, she found herself relying on her other senses, and her hearing picked up what sounded like the striking of a match. Footsteps approached her. His hand traveled down the valley between her breasts, and she gasped when his hands were slowly replaced by his lips as he kissed between her mounds and worked his way up to one tight peak.
A firm hand smoothed down her belly and rested for a moment on her hip bone as he suckled, and then it slowly slipped to her spread folds, already answering with pulsing arousal. His hand never left her cleft while his mouth attached firmly to one nipple as he stretched to the side, reaching for something.
When he pulled back to her, his mouth left her distended sensitive nipple. His other hand continued to probe her sex. “Quiet, Sasha,” he whispered.
Sasha felt a slight weight fall on the aroused, taut flesh his mouth had just abandoned, and then she was aware of a searing pain as the nerves themselves felt electrocuted. She drew in her breath with a hiss of shock.
The hand working her pussy became more attentive in its wanderings, distracting her from the stinging ache of her swollen bud and leaving her a brief memory of the pain and overwhelming arousal. Sasha bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan.
“Shh.” Darien’s cock throbbed as if he could feel her confusion and anticipation at the next bite of dripping wax. He studied his canvas and, tipping his hand, he let the candle drip an inch above her naval until it pooled in the recess. He felt her sex spasm against his fingers as she gasped.
Sasha could feel her eyes beginning to water, and the trembling of her jaw was almost causing her teeth to chatter. ‘Stop, this has to stop.’ She remained silent, except for her panting breaths as she worked her way through the fear and the pain. Her anxious thoughts anticipated the next torture, and she wondered how she would be able to contain her silence as it bit into her sex.
Instead, the erotic game took a different twist as his teeth lightly nipped the uncoated peak of her other breast. Darien could see her preparing to speak, to ask him to end this game of torment, and he quickly placed the candle on the table and picked up the other object.
Sasha felt his erection nestle against her pussy as he leaned forward, and when his hands lightly captured the sides of her head, she smelled the musk of her juices on his fingers as he once again met her lips. They parted freely allowing him to enter, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. If only she could bring him to the same pinnacle of desire, he would thrust himself into her, bringing her to the peak of her passion in molten release.
His lips left hers and she lay there, once again reassured and calmed with her lips slightly parted as her panting slowed. As his hand caressed her face, she turned towards the comforting strokes, and when his fingers squeezed slightly, her mouth instinctively opened wider. She felt the spongy gag pass her lips before her mind could register and respond. “Shh,” he whispered in her ear, and he stroked her cheek one more time before resuming his game.
Darien waited an eternity, an entire minute, as her hips tried to rub her mound into his erection. He smiled, knowing her mind was frantically trying to anticipate which part of her would experience the agony next. Her jaw worked the gag and he was sure she must be close to tears. He stroked himself and his eyes flashed with desire. Darien had not been this aroused in years, if ever. ‘I have to have her. She must belong to me.’
She felt fingers spreading her open and she moaned behind the gag, realizing his intent. The warm wetness of his tongue worked her folds and flicked lightly on her clit, forcing it to swell and expose itself.
Sasha shook her head, trying to will the impending pain away, but his thighs pressed between hers and held her motionless as the wax covered the engorged bead. She screamed behind the gag, and he plunged into her. Her channel gripped and pulsed in erotic confusion as her pussy tightened and convulsed against him. He remained still, deep inside her, and grabbed her hips as her muscles brought them to an explosive orgasm.
His own gasping groan of release drowned out her muffled screams, and after he regained his composure he gently peeled the wax off her body, watching the quivering of her breasts and ribs. He knew she was crying, and his thumb stroked her temple. “Shh, you’re okay.” His hand stroked the length of her arched body and the shudders began to subside.
He removed the gag and she remained quiet, with only small mewling sobs escaping her lips. Her hands were freed, and he guided her up, steadying her before he released her ankles. Still she said nothing.
Darien led her over to a couch, holding her close in case her quivering legs could not support her. He sat down with her and removed the blindfold. She looked down at her lap, and the tears that had pooled and were trapped by the foam, spilled down her cheeks. With steady guidance, he brought her head to his chest and held her there, running his fingers through her hair as if he were calming a wild animal.
“Sit here a minute.” He rose and left the room, and Sasha heard the sound of running water. Darien returned with the glass and his arm circled her shoulders as he held her slightly shaking hand while she drank. It was several minutes before she finally settled down and began to relax.
“I don’t think I can do this, Darien. It’s too much.” Sasha’s voice was quiet and unsure.
Darien recognized the question and the fear, and he pulled her towards his chest and smiled against her hair. “What’s too much, Sasha? Too much passion? Too much desire?”
“I felt so out of control. Darien, I couldn’t think. My mind and body were fighting to accept what was happening and I ended up feeling blindsided. I had no choice how to respond, when to respond, only that I would. I felt like I was in a freefall with no idea when I would hit the ground and explode.”
“I told you I was here with you, Sasha, and I told you all you needed to do was feel. You’re trying to rationalize and second-guess your arousal. Don’t try to dissect each touch and each point of pleasure. Just feel, and I’ll take care of everything else,” he answered.
“What’s in it for you? What pleasure do you get if you spend all your energy and concentration on me?”
Darien laughed. “Sasha, that is my pleasure. Watching how close to the edge I can push you and holding you there until I decide to release you, it’s the ultimate arousal for me. I experience all you do as I watch you fight your desire for gratification.”
He could still see the question and confusion in her eyes, but the fear was definitely subsiding. “Look around our game room.”
Sasha scanned the stage of an erotic dungeon. She had never seen such a place, nor the unusual equipment placed around the room. Her eyes followed the walls and ceilings finding chains and hooks, and she shivered.
Darien watched her expression as she looked around the space and he noticed her quiver, and was pleased with an excited flash that briefly lit her eyes…a flash his naïve playmate was, as of yet, unaware.
They gathered their clothes, walked upstairs and Darien locked the door behind them after turning out the lights. “Sasha, go up to the bedroom and start a bath for us. I’ll get some wine.” He smiled as she headed towards the staircase looking a little uncertain. Darien had begun ordering her instead of asking as he had done a few days ago, and Sasha had been kept so off balance between the luxuries and sexual interludes that she simply responded without question.
Darien approached her quietly, wine and glasses in hand. He watched her as she sat on the side of the big tub, gazing at the water as it splashed against the black porcelain, slowly filling deep enough to cover the jets. “Light the candles, Sasha. There are matches in the top drawer.
Sasha looked up, startled at his presence. She wondered how long he had been standing there, watching her lost in her thoughts. Locating the matches, she did as he asked while Darien climbed into the tub and held his hand out to her.
She sat between his thighs with her head on his chest, slowly sipping Merlot and feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed. His free hand rested on her stomach, and she locked her fingers around his.
“I have a busy day tomorrow. You’re welcome to stay here or I’ll drive you back to your apartment when I leave in the morning.”
“I think I’d better go home. Liz is going to forget what I look like.” In truth, Sasha felt that part of her world, the world with Liz and her friends at ‘Finnegan’s’, was slipping away. She felt as though she was losing herself in this bombardment on her senses. ‘Do I care? Is this what I want?’
“You’re thinking again,” Darien chuckled, and kissed the top of her head.
“Darien, you have no idea how confused and overwhelmed I’m feeling. I think you expect me to understand this.”
“Oh no, honey. I don’t expect that at all. I want you…us…to learn what excites you. I want to fuel that fire inside of you and control it, and for that you don’t need to understand anything. Only that you can trust me and I will bring you pleasure you never knew existed.” He squeezed her hand.
“You’ve already done that, and I think that’s what has me so scared. It seems you know me better than I do.”
“Stop dwelling on it and enjoy.” With that, they left the tub and crawled into bed. Darien’s hands brushed along her body while they kissed, and her arousal was immediate as her muscles clenched in anticipation.
Darien filled her with one thrust and kept his motions steady and slow up to the moment she was ready to climax. He drew his hips back and plunged so deep their bodies smacked together. He continued to push, trying to climb inside her as she convulsed and milked him.
She lay on her side with him curled around her back, and she held the arm he had draped over her waist. It was a long while before Darien heard the steady breathing of her sleep.
In the morning while Sasha was washing up, Darien laid clothes out on the bed for her. She came back in the bedroom and saw he was once again choosing her outfit. Darien noticed her slightly bewildered expression and then the little shrug as she put on yet another pair of designer jeans and an expensive top. Low heels completed the ensemble.
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