He held her by her shoulders, gently.
“I know this must be overwhelming for you…”
“That’s quite an understatement!” she interrupted him, with a teasing look in her eyes.
He pressed her shoulders a bit, as a warning and went on.
“I know it’s too much to process, so why don’t we meet here, next Friday night, just to see how things go? We can have a drink, chat, and get to know each other.”
“I’m not a member here.”
“But I am. I’ll leave you an invitation by the front desk. All you have to do is say your name when you get here.” he said, solving the impediment. “Think about it! If you decide this is worth a shot, I’ll be here. If not, it will be a shame, but… no harm done! What do you say?” his voice, the firm grab of his hands, the shine of his eyes, all seemed to conjure a spell and almost with no free will, her head nodded.
He reluctantly let her go, and she almost ran out the door.
Emily spent the whole week immersed in a swirl of doubts.
As she imagined, her friends had been waiting for her at her doorway. They had submitted her to a full inquisition, demanding all the details. They looked so puzzled with her behavior that night that it only increased her already escalating amount of doubts, and her mind was so focused on Damian and all that had happened she failed to ask her friends for their night at the club.
The battle in her head was ferocious. But, finally YES won. She would never forgive herself not going. She’d spend her whole life wondering ‘what if’.
So, she put on a simple black dress, not knowing what was expected from her, with high heels and black silk stockings completing the outfit and left for the club.
Despite her determination, she spent a few minutes staring at the club’s doorbell, gathering courage to press it.
Finally, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and pressed the button.
The door was almost immediately opened, and the same security guard from the week before let her in. Next to him, was Sally.
“Good evening! You are Emily, right?” She asked, smiling, before she led her to the desk where the other girl handed her the forms.
Blood rushed to color her cheeks, as she nodded.
“Please, fill and sign the forms again. Master Damian is already inside waiting for you.” Phoebe said, also smiling.
They were obviously curious with her presence there, but they kept it for themselves.
She filled the forms with shaking hands and soon she was ready to cross the doors leading to the main room.
As soon as she entered the room, her eyes met immediately with Damian’s.
He was leaning against the bar, his eyes fixed on the door, looking apparently relaxed, and yet all his muscles were tense, as the ones of a big, black, panther ready to jump into action.
She approached him, hesitant, not sure of what to do.
He straightened but remained there, waiting for her.
“Welcome back, pet!” his husky voice, raging her emotions.
“Hello… sir!” she managed to whisper.
He finally moved and grabbed her by the wrist.
“Come!” he told her, as he led her to an almost hidden table, in a corner.
They sat, one next to the other. She kept her hands over her lap, but he grabbed them, and held them between his, over the table.
“How was your week?” he asked, smiling.
She let out a giggle, and looked up to meet his eyes.
“Maddening!” she answered, truthful. “I’m glad it’s over!”
He laughed, amused.
They talked about everything and nothing, over some non-alcoholic drinks, as time flew by them. She was having a great time, and although she was happy, she couldn’t help thinking she was too happy. He seemed to be just too good to be true. And as that thought crossed her mind a dark cloud shadowed the shine of her eyes.
A finger ran down her cheek and raised her chin.
“What’s the matter pet? Where’s the dragon I have to kill?” he asked, his eyes piercing hers.
She smiled and cast away the bad thoughts from her mind. She was going to live the here and the now.
“Nothing, really!” she said.
He lowered his head and for the first time that night his lips made contact with hers, in a soft, gentle kiss.
“You know, I can keep talking all through night… but I have to admit I’m burning in hell here!” he whispered in her ear, as he nibbled it.
“Oh!” she blushed violently.
“I have to say I love seeing you get all blushed!” he said mockingly. “So, what do you say? Do you want to play a little?”
“What do you have in mind?” she said, trying to keep her heart beats in a regular pace.
“There’s a semi private room here, with a few toys that you might enjoy.”
“What do you mean by ‘semi private’? she asked intrigued.
“It has a big window that allows people to enjoy the views. But I assure you, you wouldn’t even remember the window exists. Do you want to come?”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Ok!”
He immediately jumped out of his chair and dragged her across the room, all the way to a gloomy corridor, with several doors and huge windows in each side. He walked all the way down to the end of the corridor and opened the last door on his right and let her in.
The room was decorated as a BDSM modern dungeon with all kinds of devices. A St. Andrews cross, several benches of different forms, a rope web, what looked like a door frame, chains hanging from everywhere. You could also see several cabinets displaying all kinds of toys, still in their packs for clients to use.
“What do you think?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist, from behind. “I would love to tie you and get you suspended from the roof. Would you let me?” he asked, laying small bites from her neck through all her shoulder.
The idea of getting all tied up, hanging from the roof, aroused her so much, that a shiver ran down her body.
“Yes, I think you like the idea!” he said attentive to her reactions. “But I need to hear the words, pet.” he ordered her, turning her to face him.
“Yes… I would let you!” she sputtered.
He grabbed by the chin and assailed her mouth in a deep kiss.
“Good girl! Remember, if you ever feel you can’t take more, you just need to say your safe word.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Ok, let’s start.”
He put her in the middle of the room, braided her long hair, to take it out of the way and started to take all her clothes off: bra, panties, stockings and shoes included. He then put her ankles spread, shoulder length, and her arms wide open.
He took a soft red rope and started to work his magic, running the rope all over her body, tightening and tying it all up. Her arms were pulled behind her back, hands holding forearms, her legs and ankles tied together with her thighs.
When he was finally ready, he started to pull her up in the air, not much, just enough to have her at his disposal, in an almost vertical position.
“You look so beautiful, pet!” he said, as he ran his hands all over her body, over the ropes, paying special attention to her breasts and nipples, tensed against the knots and ropes that displayed them to him. “Do you feel any pain?” he asked.
“No, not at all.” She managed to say.
He grabbed her breasts in his hands and licked the tip of her nipples, feeling her quiver beneath his hands. Then he put his mouth on them, taking them all in, as he sucked, gentle at first, then hard and even biting.
Her nipples became rock hard, red, and swollen.
“You have such beautiful breasts and amazing nipples! Perfect to play with!” he said as he kneaded her breasts. “I would love to see these two wearing some jewelry!” he added squeezing her nipples. “But for now, the ones I have will do.” He turned around and grabbed something from a drawer and showed it to h
er.
He was holding what looked like a couple of earrings, but she was sure that wouldn’t go in her ears. It looked like a small rope folded in half with some red beads dangling from its ends and with another black bead that linked the two ends leaving a small loop in the middle part.
“Lovely, don’t you think?” he asked, smiling.
“What are they?” she asked, puzzled.
“These, my pet, are adjustable nipple clamps. They go just like this.” He said as he enlarged the loop pulling the black bead. Then he placed the loop around her hard nipple, and adjusted the bead back to its place, squeezing the nipple in the process.
He squeezed it slowly, measuring her endurance and taking it just a tiny bit beyond. “Beautiful!” he said putting a gentle kiss over the sore tip, and then repeating the process on the other nipple.
Emily breathlessly watched her breasts, swollen, with their nipples pinched and decorated, and felt like the heat was spread throughout her body, with Damian’s hands and mouth crawling all over, only increasing her arousal.
With one last kiss on her nipples, he went behind her and rearranged the ropes to get her hanging horizontally, her head held by a small net of ropes. This new position left her all spread and opened for him, at a convenient height for his hands and mouth.
“Are you ok, pet?” he asked, standing next to her head.
“Yes, sir!” her voice was almost a moan.
“Good! I plan to explore your delicious body thoroughly. If you feel uncomfortable I want you to tell me so.” He said kissing her forehead.
“Yes, sir, I will!”
He went between her legs, and his fingers started running all over, drawing smooth lines across and around her thighs, going higher with each move, getting closer and closer to the burning junction. And then his lips trailed the same path as his fingers, making her lips clench in craving need. She could feel her wetness seeping through her lips, as her aroma filled the air around them.
With every move he made, the intensity of her moans grew a little higher.
And then his fingers were parting her lips, and his mouth was feasting in her pussy and clit, tasting her, licking her, taking small bites, poking her entrance and even entering her deep, fucking her with his fingers and tongue, driving her insane, and on the verge of an orgasm.
Her moans had now become small cries, as her body trembled with the force of the sensations he woke in her with his touch.
“Oh, I’m so close!” she cried out, almost there.
“Yes, pet, I want to you to come for me! Let go, and come for me now, Emily!” his order unleashed the torrent and she came so hard, so spectacularly that she lost consciousness of her surroundings, engulfed in waves of pleasure.
He then lowered her a little, just to the height of his hips, and after covering his manhood with a condom, he plunged inside her, with one single blow, going as deep as possible and immediately starting the ancient dance of love.
His hands were clasped around the back of her thighs as he smashed his balls against her hips, each blow going deeper inside her. His grunts mixing with her soft cries as he led her once more to the depths of pleasure.
He slumped against her, as he caught his breath, his hands caressing her body.
“You, my dear, have just drained me!” he murmured.
She giggled, incredulous, and immediately felt the sting of a slap in her hip.
“You don’t believe me? Oh, a pert one, are you?” he said, laughing. “Let’s get you out of these ropes, shall we?”
Carefully he lowered her to the floor and patiently he untied her, caressing, kissing and loving all the ligature marks left on her skin, as if they were proof of his masterpiece. When he was done, he took her to a couch and sat with her, as they talked about the whole experience.
“Did you remember the existence of the window?” he asked at one point, his hands going through her hair.
“What?” she snapped and looked across the room, amazed she hadn’t even taken a second look at the huge window. Red stains covered her cheeks as she realized they might had audience during the whole ordeal.
“I assume you didn’t.” he said, smiling. “Just like I told you!”
Teasingly, her hand flew to hit his arm, for being such a smart ass.
“Will you go out with me?” he asked, his voice dead serious, his eyes, shining with anticipation.
“You know I will!” she answered, hiding her face in the crook of his arm.
“I just wanted to hear the words, pet!” he answered, laying a gentle kiss over her head.
“I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow!” he said, and looked at his wrist watch. “Well, actually it would be tonight; it's way past midnight.” he corrected himself with a grin.
“That would be nice!” she said, her head leaning over his chest.
He cuddled her up against him, his hands firmly gripping her breasts, her buttocks perfectly positioned in his lap.
"Now that you agreed to date me, we should establish a few rules, assuming that you will desire to come back here with me, of course." He said, in that serious tone of voice that had the power to subdue her completely. "Will you?"
"Yes, of course!" she accepted, immediately. There was no doubt in her mind now, that she wanted to explore more of BDSM with him, and R's Playhouse was the perfect place to do so.
"Very well!" he said, obviously pleased with her fast answer. "You know I'm a Dom, and although I don’t live it 24/7, nor did I ever want that, as well as I don’t expect my subs to act with the highest protocol, I do expect them to follow my rules, no questions asked." He proceeded, again dead serious.
"Am I your sub now?" she asked, feeling the swirl of emotions gripping hard her in guts.
"We still have a long way to walk before you are ready to take my collar, if we ever get there. You might decide that you are not made for this lifestyle." he answered, looking deep in her eyes. "You are a novice in this, and I don’t want you to make any rushed decisions."
"And also you might decide that I do not fill your expectations as a sub." she said, trying to swallow the huge lump in her throat, produced by that awful thought.
"I doubt that could ever happen, pet!" he said, grabbing her chin to kiss her lips gently. "I wanted you from the first time I laid my eyes on you!"
His words had the power to spread a wave of warm feelings all over her body, making her relax again against his body.
He cleared his throat before he went on.
"So, rules. When we are here, we are as we call it in character. That means that I expect you to address me always as Sir or Master, you will act as a sub, you will obey my orders immediately and the only thing I'll accept otherwise is your safe word, and if you do use it, you better have a damn good reason for that. I will always respect your hard limits, and I'll always try to negotiate the other ones with you before we do anything. If you disobey me, be sure that there will be a punishment for your actions."
"Punishment?" she asked a bit startled with the thought.
"Yes, I will punish you. Again, those punishments will never overstep your hard limits, but they will be punishments."
"Oh!" the idea of being punished by him created a myriad of conflicting feelings inside her. He had punished her last week, but it had felt more like a delicious game, than an actual punishment. She couldn’t figure out just now, how she would feel about that.
"Hey, maybe that will never happen!" he said grinning, as he saw the conflict in her eyes.
"You think?" the remark came out of her mouth before she could stop it.
He sighed before he continued.
"Well, I'm sure you will try hard not to disobey me, right?"
She looked at him with such disbelief written all over her face, that he couldn’t stop the laughter.
"Do you know what I do for a living?" she asked him.
"No, I don’t think you ever told me."
"I'm personnel manager for a construction company. I don’
t follow orders; I give them, to over a hundred broad men," she explained in a harsh tone.
"Wow! Really?" he looked at her with disbelief, unable to imagine that little woman, managing the rough construction workers.
"Yes, believe me!" that come out in the harsh tone she used at work. "I will have trouble accepting your orders quietly!"
"I'm sure you will do your best. Remember this will only be expected here or wherever we act in the lifestyle, and I promise you I won't be hard on you for some time, until you get used to all of this." he assured her, dropping a kiss in the corner of her lips, dissolving the grimace of disbelief she had on. "We will go through this together, one step at a time, ok?"
"Ok!" she accepted, not totally convinced, but more than willing to give it a try. She wanted to be with him, so she would have to control herself.
"Are you sure you are a submissive? Maybe you have the wrong idea, and you are a dominatrix, ready to put a poor guy under the sharp heel of your shoe, subdued to all your orders," he said in a teasing tone.
The image built in her mind, made her squirm in disgust. That didn't attract her at all. Having a man at her feet, willing to act at her smallest wish, just left her colder than an iceberg.
Reading the expressions on her face, he let out a small laugh.
"No, I can see you don’t have the wrong idea! You are a natural submissive, pet, even if you are as bossy as you can be in your work. When it comes to your feelings, you don’t want a man to boss around; you want a strong man to take control of things for you."
"Wow! That sounded so damn Chauvinist!" again, the words blurt out her mouth.
"Emily!" the warning came with a stinging slap on her buttock.
"Ouch!" she whimpered. "I'm sorry! I will try to control my tongue." she said, rubbing the offended buttock.
He grinned at her.
"Oh, I almost wish you don’t!" he said, winking. "Back to the rules. You are not allowed to be here without me. Whenever we settle to meet here, you are to wait for me at the entrance. A sub alone in a place like this is looking for action, and the only action you will be seeing, will be with me. I don’t share. Understood?"
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