by Sadie Grey
“You promised to do as I say without question. Correct?”
“Yes,” I said and he raised his hand again. “Sir,” I quickly added.
“Much better.”
“But I didn’t know I was signing up for this.”
He tapped a finger against his full lips. “Fine. If you want to back out, this is your chance. You can forego the money and we’ll go our separate ways. But if you stay, it’s of your own free will. And you will stick to the agreement.”
“But you promised me there’d be no sex.”
“You and I will not have sex. You have my word. But this is not sex.” He gestured at my outfit. “You promised to pose for me. You promised to do whatever I say. This is about control. I am in control. You are not. It’s that simple.”
His voice echoed throughout the studio. The steely command of it made my flesh tighten into goose bumps. My head started to spin at the sudden shift in mood.
“Yes or no?” he asked.
I chewed my lip and thought about it.
“Yes or no? Answer me now.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.” He put his hands behind his back and paced around me in a circle like a predator circling his prey. “Today you work for me. I have a very specific plan about how the rest of the day will go. Therefore, I expect strict obedience. Any resistance will be met with punishment. From here on out, there will be no more questions. You will not speak unless you have my permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He continued to circle around me, examining my body as he did so.
“It is your job to obey. You will surrender your will to me. The sooner you understand that, the more enjoyable this experience will be. As of now, your free will is gone. You are mine. Utterly and completely. You will pose for me. You will do what I tell you. And you will call me ‘sir.’ Is that understood?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The easygoing artist I had come to know had disappeared. He had been replaced with a man of authority. A man of strength and command. Despite myself, I found him even sexier than I had before, and I found myself eager to please him.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now I have one last accessory to add to your outfit.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a delicate silver chain with two little clamps at the end. Panic shuddered through me.
He placed his hand on my breast and rolled my nipple between his fingers until it hardened to a point. With his other hand, he positioned the open clamp over my hard bud and released it. I gasped.
It hurt, but not as much as I had expected. The real surprise was the sensation that seemed to travel straight down from my nipple to the place between my legs. My breast felt like it was tipped with delicious fire. It was like a raw nerve and every little movement caused the chain to tug, sending waves of sensation from the tip of my breast to the rest of my body.
He grabbed my other breast but he did not need to call this one to attention. My nipple was hard as a pebble. He placed the clamp on me, and I groaned with pleasure. I couldn’t remember ever making a sound quite like that before. The delicious mix of pain and pleasure was like nothing I had ever experienced.
Just the weight of the delicate chain hanging freely between my breasts sent bolts of electricity into me. I took a deep breath to bring myself under control. It ended up having the opposite effect. My chest expanded and caused the chain to jiggle just a bit, and I could feel myself getting wet beneath the sheer black silk of my thong.
Dominic tilted my chin up with his finger and I opened my eyes. For a while there, I had forgotten he was even in the room.
“Now we’re ready to begin.”
My mind reeled. If we hadn’t even started, I couldn’t imagine what was coming next.
His finger traced down from my chin to my neck to between my breasts, burning a line of hot fire over my skin. He hooked his finger under the chain and pulled gently. I had no choice but to lean forward to ease the sensations assaulting me. He began to walk away from me and I followed as he led me along by my breasts.
We had only walked across the length of the room, but when we stopped, I was panting and trembling as if I had run a mile. We stood by the window in a corner of the room where a black sheet hung fastened against the wall. A camera sat facing the sheet on a tripod. In front of that sat something that looked like a saddle.
He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, angling me towards the window. Just the feel of his hands made me shiver. My entire body felt like a live wire.
“Look,” he said. “What do you see?”
I looked out the window and down at the street. Cars cruised by. People walked along, alone and in groups.
“It looks like a normal day, sir.” My voice was breathless and unsteady.
“Exactly. Everyone is going about their normal, everyday lives. Normal makes them numb. They trudge forward in their narrow ruts, never veering from their routines. For us, the day is alive. Today we are living instead of just existing.”
He turned me around in front of him so that I faced the saddle.
“I want you to sit on that.”
The request seemed normal enough. I made my way over to it and sat side saddle on it. An uncomfortable ridge in the center of the seat pressed against my butt.
“No. Sit correctly. Straddle it.”
I shifted a leg over the side of it and jumped. The ridge pressed directly into my wet slit through the silk thong. I adjusted myself over it, enjoying the feel of it pushing into me. I fought the wild urge to grind my hips into it.
Dominic stepped in front of me. “Lean forward.”
My hands gripped the front edge of the saddle to steady me. I leaned my body forward even though the tightness of the corset made it difficult. The position made the soft ridge of the saddle press into my clit. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
I looked up and realized my face was just inches away from the bulge in his slacks.
“Give me your hands,” he said.
I held them out in front of me, putting more pressure on the ridge between my legs. I could no longer hold back and a soft moan escaped my lips.
Dominic’s face remained expressionless but I thought I could detect a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. He produced a silk scarf from his pocket and wrapped it deftly around my wrists. I flexed my wrists against it, hating the feeling of being trapped, but it didn’t budge. The material was soft but it bound my wrists together firmly.
He picked up a black nylon cord from the floor and wrapped it between the silk restraints. He tied the cord through a notch on the saddle so that my hands were now held flush against it. My body was tilted forward so that my ass stuck up behind me and my breasts hung in front of me, still being teased by the maddening weight of the delicate chain.
“Do you like it?”
“Like what, sir?”
“The feeling of being bound? Be honest.”
I shook my head. Despite the pleasure coursing through my body, the fact that I couldn’t move made me restless like a caged animal. “Not really.”
He held up a finger and smiled. “That’s because you hate not being in control.”
“You keep saying that. But I never feel like I’m in control of anything, sir.”
He put his hands behind his back and began pacing around me in a circle again. He looked like a college professor giving a lecture.
“But you want to be,” he continued. “You want to be in control all the time. And that’s why you fall to pieces when things don’t go the way you expect them to.”
“I do not—” My words were cut off by a stinging slap against my bare ass. I could feel the burning imprint of his palm against my skin. The blow caused me to wiggle against the saddle ridge. An exquisite tingling bloomed between my legs.
“I didn’t say you could speak.” He continued to pace around me. “Now the
problem with your need for control is that when it comes to passion, there’s no such thing as control. Passion is, by its very nature, chaotic. Unpredictable. Uncontrollable. Which is why you feel the need to run away from it. Unless you learn how to surrender your control, you’ll never find the passion that you seek. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure, sir.”
He nodded. “That’s alright. You’ll understand in a moment.”
Chapter 9
He picked up a remote control from beside the saddle and stepped behind the camera which was pointed directly at me.
“I’m going to take some photographs now. Before you say anything, let me assure you that no one else will ever see these photos. I will never tell anyone about anything that happens here today and neither will you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I can tell you’re enjoying this. Parts of this anyway. Am I right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Pleasure is an important part of this lesson. I want to teach you the meaning of surrender, and I want to capture the sweet agony on your face when I do.”
The word “pleasure” echoed in my brain. It had been building in me since he had fastened the clamps to my nipples. Now the ridge pressing between my legs was driving me mad. If he wanted to pleasure me, he had the green light. I wanted to tell him that, but he had not asked me to speak and I did not want to ruin the moment by upsetting him. If I wanted him to continue, I would have to remain obedient.
“Let’s begin,” he said.
He pressed a switch on the remote control in his hand. The ridge on the saddle began to vibrate between my legs. I cried out in surprise. I had no idea the thing could move. My body responded immediately. The slow burn of my arousal erupted in a fiery blaze.
Lights flashed around me as Dominic took photographs, but I was only vaguely aware of the external world. Every part of my being was consumed with the insistent hum between my legs that sent wave after wave of ecstasy through me.
The vibrations shivered all the way through my body, causing my breasts to shake and the chain to pluck at my nipples with delicious sensation. A deep quavering moan started in my core and erupted past my lips. My head dipped forward and I began to pant.
A stern voice cut through the loud hum.
“Look at me! I want to see your face.”
I lifted my head and my eyes fluttered open. I stared into his savage blue eyes that shimmered with passion. When I groaned, I groaned for him. And when I came, I wanted to come for him.
I ground my hips into the ridge. The silk of the thong was soaked through so that it barely felt like I was wearing panties at all. My breath hitched in my chest. My moaning pitched to shrill shrieks. I couldn’t catch my breath enough to moan.
The vibration between my legs escalated. Dominic must have turned it up. My frantic need for release was overwhelming, but I could feel myself holding back. A part of my brain screamed at me to stop. It told me not to enjoy this. It told me that I should feel ashamed at how I was acting. That I should feel ashamed of how I was feeling.
I could feel the orgasm building in me. My body stood teetering on the edge but refused to take the plunge.
“Surrender yourself,” Dominic said over the noise of the machine.
I lowered my head and concentrated on the sensations I was feeling. I gyrated my hips against the ridge, forcing it further inside me and against my throbbing clit. My breath shuddered from me in ragged breaths. I was so close, but my orgasm was a rising tidal wave that refused to crash.
“Surrender,” he said again.
My body hovered in a quivering limbo, riding wave after wave of intense desire. I gritted my teeth against it, reveling in it and fighting it at the same time.
The vibrating stopped.
Silence engulfed me. The absence of movement between my legs was like not being able to breathe. My need was a rampaging beast demanding release. I pumped my hips against the ridge but it couldn’t compare to the vibration of the machine. An agonized wail cut through the stillness and I realized the sound was coming from me.
I looked up at Dominic. I could feel the desperation written on my face. Between heaving gulps of air, I begged him. “Please don’t stop!”
He smiled a grim smile. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please. Please.” I was almost sobbing I was so desperate.
“Then you have to surrender.”
I thrashed against my bindings. “Please, just let me come,” I begged breathlessly.
“Surrender.”
Something broke inside of me.
“I surrender, Mr. Bell,” I howled. “I surrender.”
Electricity exploded between my legs. The ridge vibrated with a savage intensity, harder than it had before. Every nerve ending in my body was set ablaze and pleasure shook me like an earthquake. I clenched my jaw and my body began to shake.
I looked into his eyes and I plummeted over the edge. A low animal moan escaped my throat as my orgasm screamed through me with insane force. Nothing in the world existed except the crashing tidal wave of bliss thrilling my body. I writhed and bucked against the saddle and I felt myself gushing against it.
The motors of the machine beneath me slowed down and stopped. I continued to shake and spasm. The feel of the ridge between my legs was too much now. My body was too sensitive. I tried to collapse off of it but my trembling legs were too weak and my hands were still tied to the saddle.
Dominic appeared before me and quickly untied my bindings. As soon as my hands were free, I threw my arms around him and he lifted me from the machine. I couldn’t stand. Tremors still shook my body.
He held me up with one arm around my hips. I felt him remove the clamps from my breasts and loosen the buckles of the corset with his free hand. Then he pulled me tight against him. I pressed my face into his shoulder and wept.
He held me like that until my body stopped shaking and I could finally catch my breath. His touch was gentle. He stroked my back and my neck and whispered soothing words into my ear.
“You were amazing. Simply amazing.”
The small part of my brain that was still functioning beamed with pride at pleasing him.
He picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed. I sank gratefully into the soft nest of covers. He leaned over me. I thought he wanted to kiss me or something more. I put an unsteady hand against his chest.
“I can’t,” I said.
He smiled at me. “I’m not asking you to. Just get some rest.” His lips pressed against my forehead.
“That was wow,” I said. “Just wow.” My voice sounded sleepy and thick in my ears.
“I told you. Amazing things can happen when you surrender.”
I nodded. “I know I’m still on the clock, but I think I need a moment.”
He smiled a warm smile. “That’s fine,” he said. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek. “Rest up.”
“How much time is left?”
“Don’t worry about that now.”
“Tell me.” I could already feel myself drifting into sleep. From far away, I heard his voice.
“Twenty-three hours to go.”
The Art of Love Part 3
Chapter 10
My body awoke in stages. The lights flickered on in my brain, but my limbs remained still. Warmth and comfort cradled me in a lover’s embrace. Every part of me was relaxed and at ease. A deep feeling of satisfaction wove through every fiber of my being. I stretched like a cat beneath the soft sheets and almost purred at the delicious feeling.
My eyes fluttered open. An unfamiliar ceiling of crisscrossed steel beams hung over me. This was not my bed. Reality snapped back into place and the events from earlier in the day crashed over me.
I was at Dominic’s. He had dressed me up like his kinky sex slave and photographed me. The memory was shaded with guilt and shame. I had never opened up that way in front of anyone before. I had never felt so
desperate and out of control. And I had never come so hard in all my life.
It felt like a crazy dream. I thought I would be posing for him, and I suppose I had, in a way. But Dominic was asking more than that. He was dragging me way out of my safe little world, and I had no choice but to obey if I wanted to get paid.
“You’re awake,” Dominic said in his deep baritone voice.
He sat beside the bed watching me with blue eyes that positively burned in the sunlight flooding the room. His eyes flickered to my chest and I became acutely aware that I was wearing nothing at all. I pulled the sheet up to cover my nudity.
