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by Scarlet Black

  “Not what you expected is it?” he asked, watching her stare at The Adoration. “It’s not a medieval torture chamber. That’s what you thought it would be, wasn’t it?” He didn’t say this mockingly or with pride. His voice was calm, matter of fact even.

  “It’s . . . .”

  And then she saw it! How could you miss it? She staggered backward, right into Dorian.

  “Oh my God! Is that a Saint Andrew’s Cross?” She asked, her eyes wide in disbelief. She stared at the large wooden X shaped cross fastened to the wall. Shackles were attached at the outside ends of the boards, two at the top and two at the bottom.

  It was Dorian’s turn to look surprised. “You know what a Saint Andrew’s cross is?”

  “Yes. I was raised as a Catholic. This is the cross that Saint Andrew was said to be martyred on. It’s been a long time since I sat in a Catechism class, but I remember something about it. And what exactly do you use such a thing for?” She turned swiftly and faced him.

  “We call it an X-frame. It’s the most common piece of equipment used by BDSM followers.”

  “So, what do they do, whip people on it? Jesus Christ!” Her eyes swept the rest of the room. On a rack hung leather whips, chains, large and small paddles, riding crops, hand-cuffs and even rope. There were a number of hoods and masks sitting atop wig stands.

  “Yes. If the person wants to be whipped, they are placed face forward on it. The dominant flogs the one who agrees to submit to it.”

  “And . . . facing front, what is that for?

  “That’s for play, sexual teasing and fucking. One partner is restrained at the wrists and ankles in a spread eagle position while the other pleasures them.”

  “They don’t whip someone in that position? Why?”

  “Because we don’t allow it. I told you, there are rules. You asked me to do what I wanted to do with you in here. First, it’s imperative that you listen to everything I tell you to do. And you must trust me. Do you trust me, Jennifer?” His eyes had a predatory gleam in them. It scared and excited her.

  “Why do you always seem to be asking me to trust you?”

  “I want your trust. And because, it’s necessary in this room. You’ll be totally vulnerable to me. Can you handle that?”

  She looked around the room. There was a cage and a small bench. Would he do such a thing as put her in a cage? She shivered in disgust at the thought of it. If he knew her at all, he’d know she’d find such a thing utterly repulsive and she was sure she didn’t need to ask if he’d ever been in it. A dominating, control freak like Dorian would never allow himself to be caged.

  She looked him in the eye with as much confidence as she could muster and said, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you know if I trust you after we leave this room, not before.”

  He cocked his head and smiled wide. His perfectly white teeth shone in the muted lights. His eyes glittered with amusement. “I guess I’ll have to settle for that.”

  “I told you, trust has to be earned,” she whispered seriously, looking him directly in the eye.

  Maybe it was the champagne or the sexual tension between them or perhaps her curiosity to explore her own dark desires; whatever the reason, she wanted to experience them with him and only him. She’d never consider doing this with anyone else.

  He took her face in his hands, leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth. His hands traveled down the sides of her neck to the tops of her arms. He looped his fingers under the straps of her sundress and pulled them down.

  She held her breath, closing her eyes as he slid the dress down her body. His movements were precise and unhurried. Taking the dress from beneath her feet, he turned her around and unclasped her bra. He folded her clothes neatly and put them on the credenza.

  Standing utterly naked and completely at his mercy, she watched him remove his tie and suit jacket and undo the top two buttons of his shirt. He didn’t take off the rest of his clothes.

  “Stand up against the cross,” he commanded.

  She did, feeling the hard wood against her back. He knelt down and tethered her ankles, securing them tightly in the leather bindings. He stood up. “Raise your arms.”

  She hesitated, looking at the cuffs with the adjustable straps hanging down. Are you out of your fucking mind? Why are you allowing him to do such a thing? She thought.

  He must’ve noticed her reluctance. “I’ll do it.” He took one hand, turned it over and grazed his lips on her palm before pulling her arm up and deftly adjusting the strap to fit her. He put her hand in the cuff and fastened it. He did the same with the other hand.

  She was spread eagled on the cross feeling extremely defenseless, embarrassed and a little panicky. Her champagne buzz was fading fast. God, how she wished it would’ve lasted long enough to get through this.

  She pulled on the restraints binding her wrists. They didn’t budge.

  He tucked her hair neatly behind her so it fell down her back. Without warning, he kissed her forcefully pushing his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He pressed his entire body into hers. She felt the buttons of his shirt against her skin, the hardness of his manhood through his pants.

  He began kissing her neck, his lips moved down her throat, to her breasts, caressing them with his hands and his mouth. She cried out when she felt the sharp nip of his teeth on her nipples. It was a cry of surprise more than pain. It hurt, just a little but in a strangely erotic way. His mouth and hands moved down her belly. He stopped, just above the tiny patch of hair above her sex.

  Was he going to do what she thought he was? No-one had ever kissed her down there before and while her mind was unsure if she wanted him too, her body was literally quivering with want.

  Perhaps she should’ve gotten the Brazilian wax after all. Then she felt his fingers stroking her pubic hair, parting her vagina, felt his warm breath there.

  She inhaled deeply and couldn’t seem to exhale. That is, until his mouth made contact with her sex. She closed her eyes and sighed, feeling his mouth moving around the whole of it, his lips caressing and teasing. When his tongue slid inside her, she went completely rigid. He moved it in and out of her while intermittently flicking and teasing her clitoris in quick, swirling motions.

  He kissed her inner thighs and slid his hands behind her, holding her buttocks firmly, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh, pushing her sex closer to him. He buried his mouth in her, his tongue hard inside her, his teeth nipping her clitoris, his lips kissing all around it. He used every part of his mouth to pleasure her.

  She wanted to run her hands through his hair, and pulled hard against the restraints. She couldn’t move. Her torso and pelvis writhed under his touch. He was making love to her with his mouth. She moaned her eyes fluttering open and shut.

  “Dorian . . . oh . . . Jesus Christ!” Her whole body shuddered as he took her over the edge into a cataclysmic orgasm.

  When she opened her eyes again, she saw his eyes intent on her face. He ran his tongue sensually over his lips and leaned in to kiss her.

  She turned her head away instinctively. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him after what he’d just done.

  “Kiss me, Jennifer. See how delicious you taste.” He took her face in his hands and held it. She couldn’t move. He brushed his lips on hers gently before kissing her passionately, and she tasted him, tasted her.

  “Shall I untether you now or do you want to stay up there?” he murmured, his mouth only an inch from hers.

  “I think I’m ready to come down now.” She’d almost forgotten she was naked, spread-eagled and fastened to a cross. Remembering, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She knew damn well her face must be beet red.

  Once off the cross, her legs felt wobbly. He took her in his arms, and held her steady.

  “Why am I the only one who’s naked? Are you going to take your clothes off?”

  “No, you are. I want you to undress me.” Skillfully, he removed his cufflinks. “I thought you might
have a problem with these.” He smiled that crooked wicked smile which was fast becoming her undoing. His eyes glittered with obvious amusement.

  The man knows me, she thought. While he moved through the world with quiet grace, she stumbled, tripped and fell through life.

  He stood completely still as she unbuttoned his shirt, once open she took it off, her fingers lingering on his strong upper arms. Slowly she removed it and just as he’d done, she folded it and put it on the credenza.

  She unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his hips. She was completely focused on what she was doing and somehow, thankfully, she managed to undress him in the same leisurely way he’d undressed her.

  Kneeling down, she looked up and saw how ready he was for her. His erection was large and hard. He looked down at her, watching every expression, every move she made. He had a serious look on his face, and yet she could tell he was trying not to smile.

  He kicked his pants aside and drew her to him. She felt his hardness up against her. It made no difference that he’d just pleasured her. She wanted him again. He kissed her gently and then pushed her away.

  “Sit on the bench,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “Because I told you to. You agreed to listen to everything I tell you to do in here. So do it. Now.” His voice was low and demanding.

  She sat on the bench, her hands resting demurely in her lap. He walked toward her. Even completely nude, he moved with confidence. Unlike her, he wasn’t a bit shy or embarrassed by his lack of clothing.

  The closer he got, the more anxious she became. What was he going to do to her? She knew these benches were used for spanking. Oh, please, don’t hit me! She thought.

  He went to the rack where the ominous whips, riding crops, chains and other unfamiliar items rested. He took something off the rack and hid it behind his back. She strained her neck to see what he held but couldn’t.

  “Hold out your arms and put your hands together.”

  “Dorian, you said you weren’t a sadist . . .”

  “Just do it, Jennifer.”

  She knew he wouldn’t like it, but she closed her eyes, refusing to look at him and held her hands out.

  He didn’t tell her to look at him. Actually, he didn’t say a word. The room was completely silent. All she heard was the sound of her shallow, fearful breathing and the quick pounding of her heart.

  In one swift movement he’d hand-cuffed her. She heard the sharp click as the locks engaged. Finally, she dared to open her eyes. Staring at the metal restraints on her wrists, she yanked at them, felt the bite of steel against her skin and stopped.

  “What the hell Dorian? I can always run away,” she said angrily.

  “You won’t run. Even if you did, I’d catch you. I want you to get down on your knees and lay face down across the bench. Keep your arms out straight and stay still.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then I’ll do it for you.” His eyes drilled into hers. His mouth and eyebrows were set in a disapproving frown. She saw the muscles in his jaw bones tense; saw how hard his manhood was.

  She did as he said, hating herself at that moment and not really liking him much either. Is this what he’d wanted all along? To hold her captive so he could beat her? She felt tears well up in her eyes.

  And that’s when she felt it, a whip across her butt. What the fuck? It didn’t hurt. In fact it felt velvety and extremely sensual. He hit her again with it, dragging it across her buttocks. He pushed it between her legs and flicked it on her clitoris. It tickled and stimulated her at the same time.

  “It’s a feather flogger Jennifer.” His mouth was at her ear. “Do you like how it feels?”

  She nodded.

  She’d seriously misjudged him, at least so far. The only pain she’d felt was due to her struggles against the hand-cuffs.

  He helped her up and led her to the bed. “Lie down on your stomach and get up on your knees.”

  She complied, feeling awkward with her head lying sideways on the pillow, her hands still cuffed and her butt sticking up in the air. “What are you going to do now?”

  “I’m going to fuck you very hard and very fast.”

  “Why do you have to call it fucking all the time, Dorian? Can’t you say make love . . . ?”

  He drove into her, penetrating her so completely, she was speechless. My God! He held her hips snugly, pulling her to him over and over again. His manhood went deep inside her, giving her every inch of him.

  She heard his breath quicken. His thrusts became fierce and hard. He wasn’t holding anything back. All of a sudden, she felt a pain deep within her groin. This is too much! She thought. He was a lot bigger and stronger than her. She should tell him to stop. She didn’t.

  After a few more powerful thrusts she couldn’t help it.

  She cried out, “Stop!” He’d told her to tell him to stop if anything they did sexually was too much for her to handle. This definitely qualified.

  He stopped immediately, his voice filled with concern. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean too. You make me forget everything, including my own strength. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. Maybe you could just go a little slower?”

  “Are you sure? Do you want to just stop?”

  “No. You’ve given me such pleasure tonight. I want to give you the same. Keep going.”

  He moved in and out of her tentatively. She could tell he was making an effort to restrain himself from getting too rough again.

  Finally, she heard his breathing grow shallow, heard his small sigh of pleasure. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he whispered.

  She felt her sex grow slick and wet and knew he’d just climaxed. Within seconds, so did she. And she came again as he was slowly easing out of her.

  She laid down flat on her back for a moment, her eyes closed. She could’ve fallen asleep right then. Then she felt the hand-cuffs. They were cutting into her wrists, probably had been the whole time they were making love. She sat up cross legged. He sat beside her and putting the tiny key in the lock, removed the cuffs, examined both sides of her wrists and saw the red marks they’d left.

  “I apologize for the marks. When it comes to you, I can barely control myself.” He kissed each of her wrists lovingly.

  “Well, I guess I’ll be wearing a long sleeve shirt to work tomorrow.”

  “You must be famished, Jennifer. Let’s get you something to eat. We have a full cafeteria at Taylor and Van Ness.” He took her hand and began to lead her toward the elevator which would take them to the other side of the building. This particular area was pretty much sealed off from the general public.

  “Aren’t you hungry?” she asked.

  “I’ve already eaten. In fact, I had the most scrumptious meal ever tonight.”

  “Oh.” She was a little disappointed that he’d eaten without her.

  He stopped short, staring at her, his mouth agape.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  He raised his brows, cocked his head and licked his lips.

  “Oh, I get it!” Dawn broke over Marblehead. He was talking about what he’d done to her on the cross.

  He grinned fully. The look in his eyes was enchantingly devilish.

  “You’re incorrigible!” She felt the blush come to her cheeks and neck. She punched him playfully in the arm.

  He shrugged. “Most important meal of the day.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and looked down at her. “You owe me something, Jennifer.”

  “I do?”

  “You owe me an answer. You’ve been in the private room. Do you trust me now?”

  “Yes. I trust you Dorian. I trust you completely.”

  “Thank you Jennifer. It means more to me than you could ever know.”

  He kissed her then, a long, slow and deliciously soft kiss.

  Once in the cafeteria, she ordered a hot-fudge sundae with all the trimmings. He sat with his chin in hand and watched her eat. It
made her uneasy. “You’re making me nervous.”

  “I like watching you eat.” He removed a smudge of whipped cream from the corner of her mouth with his finger and put it between his lips, sucked it softly and drew it back out in an obscenely suggestive manner.

  She glanced around the room and noticed virtually half the people there were discreetly, and not so discreetly looking at them.

  Jesus Christ, take a picture! It lasts longer, she thought.

  The waitress greeted them in a warm seductive voice, practically pushing her breasts in Dorian’s face. He ignored her. Nor did he look at any of the other women. It seemed he only had eyes for her. The thought thrilled her.

  “Tell me Dorian. Why are you all dressed up tonight?”

  “I hadn’t planned on going to e.Vampire until you insisted. I was going to take you to a fancy restaurant and then a Latin dance club. But you sounded so upset I knew I had to put your mind at ease.”

  When she’d finished he said he needed to stop by his office for a minute and then he’d take her home. It was 1:00 am and she had to work in the morning.

  “I’d like nothing more than to spend the night having you wrapped tightly in my arms while you sleep, but we both have to work.” He checked his cell quickly. “Hmm, thirty messages.”

  “Holy shit, that’s a lot of messages. I wondered why your cell wasn’t constantly ringing. You must have a lot of demands on your time owning such a large company.”

  “That’s because I shut it off whenever I’m with you.”

  She felt the familiar heat burning her cheeks and throat. Her heart beat as fast as a small bird.

  Dorian went into the room hidden behind the bookcase. Into the area she’d deemed mission control. Copy that, she thought.

  When he came out his entire demeanor had changed. He was obviously disturbed, agitated was more like it. He ran his hands through his hair. His face was dark and angry.

  “Dorian? Are you alright?” she asked timidly. She’d never seen him look this way. Yes, he had that hint of cruelty in his eyes which made him look threatening, dangerous even, but that was just the way he looked. He could be a bit cocky at times, but this was none of those things. He was out and out pissed off.