She crawled to him on all fours as far as the chains, which were attached to the cage, would allow her to, her head bowed low.
“Get up!” her master commanding and popped the whip for added effects. I gasped and Nic squeezed my hand. I saw a little smile on his face when I gave him a quick glance.
The woman who was plump and round in all the right places walked toward him, her head still held low, not looking at him, until his outstretched hand stopped her progress as it hit her chest. She then bowed low before him.
He looked down at her as she was on one knee and her other leg was merely bent so she could get right back up, easily. He placed his hand on her head as he said, “You are mine.”
“I am yours, Master,” she said with a much softer voice than his was.
He brought his head back and stretched his arms to the heavens as he said, “Now I will take you.”
Two men, dressed identically to the Master, unlocked the chains that held the woman to the cage. She was essentially free at that time but waited anyway as she stayed in the same kneeled position. They took the cage and removed it from the stage as a third man placed a chair in the middle of the stage.
I looked at Nic and leaned in to whisper, “Are they about to have sex on that stage? In front of us all?”
His lips quirked into a half smile and his finger moved to his lips. “Shhh. Just wait and see, my princess.”
I was freaking out about watching actual live people doing it right up there on stage. It was too much if they were going to be doing that!
But I was compelled to turn my eyes back to the dark stage with the red light illuminating her and the blue light him as the Master clamped on a leash to the black leather collar she was wearing, making a loud clicking sound over the speakers. He guided his slave as he took her to the chair.
He stood her at the back of the chair, moving her hands to hold onto it. I supposed to brace herself for what was coming. He backed away a few feet behind her and at the break of the music with the sounds of the violins he cracked the whip as it came crashing down on her flesh. Her body didn’t quake under the intense pressure nor did she even look to be in distress.
I thought he must’ve hit to one side of her instead of actually hitting her. That had to be it! No one could take a hit like that and not flinch at least some!
I felt the stir in the pit of my belly as I watched in awe as her demeanor stood strong as another whip crashed down upon her. The strikes looked like they were making contact but the tell-tell signs, like raised whelps, weren’t showing at all.
A tingling between my legs spiked as the drums of the music made a dramatic effect. I looked back at the man who was wielding the whip and found his erect cock was peeking out from his cloak. I leaned forward to see if what I was seeing was real. Where they about to actually do it right in front of us all?
“Are you ok?” Nicholai leaned up and whispered into my ear.
I looked back at him, seeing his eyes calm and I knew mine were as wide as they’d ever been. “His cock is out and ready for business, Nic. Are they really going to…”
His lips were on mine and I stopped talking and thinking then he pulled them off mine and whispered. “Just watch.” He pulled me back with him and pressed my head to lie on his shoulder as his hand finally let mine go, only to move to stroke the inside of my thigh, which was not helping me to maintain my composure one bit!
My body was reacting to what I was seeing with unbridled passion, the likes I had never experienced before. I’d seen some porn and read racy books but that was live and right in my face and the gorgeous man next to me was touching me in the right way and making me think I could do that too.
I could get into that act. I could let it all go out the window and pretend I was another person. A slave to my master. A fucking hot master who knew how to push my buttons in all the right ways.
But I wasn’t one to take risks and try new things. I liked to be normal and keep the happily ever after dream of love close to my heart. I still believed that my husband was out there somewhere. My Prince Charming cliché was just waiting for me.
Yet, I sat beside a man who was certainly no Prince Charming. The man I was with, dwelled in a fucked up lifestyle that I could barely understand. I had a small hope that maybe that was a phase and he would soon grow tired of it and learn how to be a better man. A normal man.
The instruments fell to the background, bringing me back to the show that I’d blocked out while I thought about things. I watched the Master as he laid the whip down and dropped his cloak.
I gasped again, and Nic’s hand moved further up my leg. The Master stood naked, in the blue light, his cock erect. He caressed his slave’s backside, placing small kisses upon her skin. Another man came onto the stage, dancing in a funny fashion that had people making snickering sounds. He placed something in the Master’s hand and then the sound of vibration filled our ears.
I looked at Nic with a frown. “Seriously?”
He merely nodded and looked forward watching the show and the woman who was about to get that thing stuck in her while we all watched. I was disgusted!
But I found myself looking back at the stage anyway. The Master pulled her holster between her legs to the side. I leaned forward a bit so I could get a better view of what he was going to do. Surely, it’d be like the whip thing and he wouldn’t actually penetrate her with the device.
She pushed her ass out more for him to get a better view. I watched the thing in her master’s hand, light up. It was a dildo of massive proportions and it was wiggling with the vibrator going. I hated the fact it turned me on. And I really hated the fact that Nic’s hand was slowly but surely inching up my leg toward my personal pleasure zone.
And it hit me. Why he wanted me to learn to be quiet when he pleased me. He wanted to have sex in public places and not get caught by my loud-ass moans. And in that instant, I got at least a little bit of why they did at least one of the things they did that seemed offensive.
I turned my attention back to the woman on stage and watched her eyes close in a pleasured way as the glowing cock disappeared inside of her. He was actually putting it into her right in front of tons of people and she was getting off to it.
As her eyelashes flickered I could feel the intense entrance as if I were the one being pleased in such a way. He moved it in a slow steady motion in and out of her as his other hand rubbed her ass, eventually making its way around to her breast. It seemed as if she wanted to cry out in bliss as she rocked back and forth on the nice sized rubber cock but she kept quiet, only her facial expressions and the way she moved her body told us she was enjoying it.
My body felt as if it was overheating and I might explode with my own climax if I watched anymore. I tried to get up but Nicholai held my thigh with a tight grip. “It’s almost over,” he whispered then licked along my neck. “Don’t make me watch this alone, please.”
He’d said the word, please and that was another sweet thing to do. So I gave him a look of acceptance and tried to calm myself in my seat as I began to focus my mind on the negative aspects of it. But there weren’t any negatives as she was definitely enjoying what he was doing to her.
I refocused back on her to see the look of a powerful orgasm approaching. In which I guess her master sensed the tensing of her body as he took the toy out of her canal. She didn’t have to wait for long because he then inserted himself inside of her. He pulled her hips into his midsection ravaging her as his own rage was taken out inside of her. Their bodies collided as he stroked her.
Her tits bounced up and down as he pushed the thin straps of leather away from them, showing us all her erect nipples. He teased them between his thumb and index finger as she held herself in place, pushing her ass against him.
I could feel my clit pulsate as I felt my own orgasm ready to erupt right there in my seat. Nic’s hand was holding my leg which was jumping as I tapped my heel to the floor in anticipation of the orgasms they were about to
experience.
She threw her head back and I could see the trembling of her legs as she shook underneath him. They both climaxed together. He still slammed into her for the perfect friction as he released himself.
He was a man who knew that the most powerful thing while orgasming was to keep the friction going. His strokes were steady and calculated as he made sure they were both satisfied. The last sound was a loud boom, signaling it was over.
I stood as soon as the curtains closed, moving as fast as I could to find a bathroom. I could hear Nicholai calling after me but right then I wasn’t in the mind frame to obey his commands. I needed a bathroom so I could pull myself together.
Finally, stumbling upon a bathroom, I pushed the doors open and went to the sink. I turned on the cold water and splashed my face with it.
I was in a struggle to fight the urge that made me want to fall into the bliss of an erotic affair with the gorgeous man who was offering it to me.
I raised my head up and grabbed a few paper towels to dry my face. When I opened my eyes to look in the mirror he stood behind me. I held my head down, knowing that I had disobeyed him.
“You’re very beautiful.” I heard an unfamiliar voice come from behind me, wearing a mask that was just like Nic’s.
I turned around swiftly on my heels and gave the man a full once over, taking a good look at him. His hair and eyes were dark like Nicholai’s but his body was more sculpted and Nicholai had a nice body. But this guy looked chiseled to perfection and his smooth voice sent shivers down my spine. “Thank you, but I must get back.” I gave him a crooked smile as I put my mask back on.
He let me pass by him but he kept a seductive smile on his face with a nicely trimmed five o’clock shadow. As I made my way out, Nicholai was approaching with an intense look on his face as I happened to be fixing my dress.
To make matters worse the guy came out of the same bathroom, zipping his trousers and giving Nicholai a cocky smile.
Fear spread through me as I shook my head at him ready to explain. “I didn’t…”
He pressed his finger to my lips and grabbed my hand then led me back in the direction of the theater. While my heart pounded in my chest, all I could think about is what that little mishap would cost me.
Chapter 4
NICHOLAI
I watched as James Hawthorne, mogul and heir to Hawthorne Publications, came out of the bathroom behind Natasha. Fear filled her expression as she looked at me.
I knew she didn’t do anything with him. The man was just trying to grind my gears as he always did. I’m sure he would one day forgive me for the mishap with his submissive.
It happened a year ago and she wanted out of their agreement, saying he was abusive. I had tried to get him thrown out of the BBC but his family’s influence and personal relationships with some of the members is what kept him in. I managed to get her away from him, though, by claiming her even though she wore his mark.
He was not happy with me after that. Who could blame him? But when I saw the marks he’d left on the poor young woman, I knew I had to do what I could to get her out of their bond. The elders were doing nothing for her, someone needed to step in and help.
And the way he was eyeing Natasha had me knowing I’d have to really watch her. Keep her close or he’d pounce on her in a heartbeat. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let that happen, I recall thinking at that time as my arm tightened around the woman who walked at my side.
“I didn’t...” she tried to explain. I stopped walking and pressed my finger against her lips and took her by the hand. It was time for us to leave and for me to probe her for her thoughts on the ritual.
If she agreed to the bond, then she would soon have her own initiation ritual like they all did. I already had an idea for her intense show that would really bring her into our midst. A place I very much wanted her to be, at that time.
As we made our way back to my penthouse I stroked her arm as she held her gaze intentionally out the window. “Did you enjoy the show?” I asked her.
She turned her head to me. “Did you enjoy it?”
I sensed an attitude and I didn’t know why. “Natasha, I asked you a question. You shouldn’t answer it with your own. You should just tell me if you enjoyed the show or not.” I gave her a hardened look that softened hers.
“Is that what you’re into?” she asked, searching my eyes for any clues.
I loosened my tie in agitation. She was all into it while we were in the theater and now that we were alone, she was growing cold and judgmental. I guess she didn’t know I could feel her pulse racing as she watched. The heat radiated from her, my hand felt it, though is wasn’t that close to her intimate area. She was turned on, I had no doubts about that. So I decided she might need things to be a bit more personal than most did.
“Not the cage and the shackles, but yes that’s a glimpse into what I’m into,” I told her. I didn’t like shackles and cages, it made everything seem so inhumane.
“But what if I like the shackles and cage? Would you use them on me?” she asked with a smile on her lips.
It took me a little by surprise as it seemed like she would think that to be abusive. But I was pretty sure she was baiting me as she had a way of doing. “It’s negotiable.” I kept my eyes on her. “Does that mean you will agree to the bond?” I was shocked by how hard my heart was beating as I waited for what I hoped would be the answer I wanted more desperately than I’d wanted anything.
“No, not until I read everything and we can adjust some of those rules and expectations.” She gave me a no nonsense look.
I nodded my head in understanding. “But I need you to read them tonight and make a list of the one’s you want to change or get rid of. You can use that notebook that I gave you with the papers to write them all down. I want an accurate bond, one we both can agree on. You have to know that some of those are unbending rules. And you’ll let me know right away, correct?” I was in physical and mental pain over her making me wait. A thing I’d never been before over a woman. I should’ve seen the signs then. Instead, I was blind to them.
She gave me a feverish smile as she nodded and bit her lower lip. My eyes traveled down to her ample tits as her nipples were erect. I ran my thumb over her left nipple. She quivered at the slight touch. Her mouth slightly parted as she closed her eyes, slowly. I had to pull over and park as my body was on fire for her and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I moved my seat all the way back and pulled her to straddle me. She’d kicked off her shoes and moved easily to sit on my lap, facing me.
I kissed up her jawline, pushing the front of her dress apart to expose her bare breasts. I played with one nipple and pinched the other gently.
Our lips touched, lightly as we gazed flirtatiously at one another, our tongues found their way to one another as neither of us could wait. I could feel her heartbeat escalate as I cupped her tits in the palms of my hand.
She moaned inside my mouth as I continued to fondle her breasts. Her arms wrapped around me as she pulled herself closer to me. I could feel the heat and moisture between her thighs as she moved on my lap with a grinding motion.
I pulled off my suit jacket, keeping our lips locked as she pried at my zipper to release my hardened cock. I felt her nakedness as our skin touched and I couldn’t believe she had no panties on. It made me pissed off at her for going out like that but I was glad not to have anything between us at the same time.
A loud knock came to the passenger side window. It startled us both and our mouths parted as our heads shot to look at who was interrupting us. An officer stood at the window, he did not look happy. “Shit,” I hissed.
“Crap!” she said as she hurried to get off my lap and I hurried to get myself tucked back into my pants.
Rolling down her window, I greeted the officer, “Hello, nice night, isn’t it?”
“It is. And I’m sure the two of you have a better place you can finish what you started here. Don’t you?” he as
ked as he grinned at me. His eyes traveled only briefly over Natasha’s heaving chest and it pissed me off to no end. But I held my temper.
“We do and we’ll be going,” I told the man who nodded and walked away.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” she said as she put her seatbelt back on.
My mind was still on her lack of underwear as I pulled away and began taking her home. I gave her a look of disapproval as I said in a low and even tone to make sure I had her attention. “Never come out of the house without underwear on, again.”
“The dress was too tight, panties would’ve shown,” she argued, which only made me angrier with her.
“Then why did you wear it at all, Natasha?” I asked as she fidgeted in her seat. “It’s not a thing you look at home in, anyway.”
“You think it’s unattractive?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
“I didn’t say that.” I glanced at her as I drove down the street. “I said, you didn’t look at home in it. That’s not your style. But I’ll see to that tomorrow. You’ll get a whole new wardrobe, once you sign the bond.”
“Tell me, Nic,” she said with a bit of an attitude I was not liking. “If I sign the bond, what kinds of changes am I looking at?”
“You will be given a bedroom in my home. I will fill your drawers and closets with everything you will need. You need to merely bring your body to my home once the deal is made. Everything else, I will provide. Your car will be stored in a garage for you. You will only go places, when you go without me, with my driver. No more driving for you, It’s dangerous and you’re not to put yourself into any dangerous situations.”
“Is that so. I’m not sure I like that, Nic,” she said with a light laugh. “I do like to drive.”
“Then I will let you drive sometimes. But with me in the car with you. I don’t want you out and about all alone anymore. You see, I have certain men that would love to get their hands on what is mine and tarnish it.”
“What men would try to tarnish me, Nic?” she asked as she started messing with her hands in a nervous fashion.
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