Bound Innocence - A story of Love and Bondage: about Sexy friends and Fetishes (Bound to be Free Book 1)

by Veronica Cane

  Damian carried her in his arms and walked to a couch close by where he sat with her cuddled in his arms. There, he slowly untied her breasts, relishing in the view of the rope marks. She was so wasted to the world she didn’t even whimpered when blood rushed in her breasts.

  She couldn’t tell how long they stayed there, like that, being caressed by Damian, as her breath slowly came down to normal, and her brain was able to function a bit.

  She was still a bit fuzzy when she heard James approaching and talking to Damian.

  “She is such a beautiful submissive! It’s incredible how she submits so completely to you!”

  His words made her open her eyes and look at Damian. He was looking at her, smiling pleased.

  “Are you going to share her with us one day?” James asked.

  And his words erased the smile from Damian’s face.

  The simple thought made her guts clench in an unpleasant way and she waited anxious for Damian’s answer. After all she knew some doms had no problem sharing their submissives, as long as they were ok with it.

  When he answered, Damian’s voice was cold, with no emotions in it.

  “I don’t think I’ll be sharing this one!” his tone discouraged any further discussions and James seemed to understand it, and the subject was quickly changed.

  Ever since that very moment, things started to change between them.

  Although they had finished the night in his bed, entangled in more action, she could sense when he took a step back, and made distance grow between them.

  It was Saturday morning, and Emily was still in bed, alone. Damian was an early bird, so he most probably was working out on the gym, but she loved to linger in bed, especially if she didn’t have to go to work, like on weekends. Besides her body sure could use some rest. Nights with Damian were always intense, and sometimes that meant she would have trouble getting her spent body out of bed the next morning, even when he used to save the more intense plays for the weekends.

  The door to the room opened up, to let the object of her thoughts enter.

  "Rise and shine, pet." He greeted on a way too cheerful tone, sitting beside her in bed.

  She moaned and covered her head with a pillow just to have it roughly pulled away. She mumbled a protest that made her earn a stinging smack on her exposed buttocks.

  "I believe we will have to work on your sleeping habits pet, maybe make your body to get used to wake up at five am." He said, with a pensive tone.

  Emily jumped out of bed immediately, hearing him laugh softly.

  "I'm sure that won't be necessary, Sir." She said with a naughty smile.

  "We shall see." He said in an ominous tone. "Mark just called me." He informed, going back to the theme that had brought him to the room.

  "How is he, Sir?" she asked, smiling.

  "He's fine, and so is Rose." Damian answered, seeing through her clearly. "He invited us to go to a Secret Club, tonight."

  "A Secret Club? What do you mean Sir?" Emily asked, puzzled.

  "From what Mark told me, it’s a private club that has been around one way or another for hundreds of years." Damian explained.

  "Something similar to the masonry, Sir?" she asked.

  "Yes, we could say so, but this one is devoted to sex, in all its forms, kinks and ways. According to what Mark told me they have locations all around the world, Los Angeles, Paris, London, Berlin, New York, San Francisco, Madrid, and all main cities in the world."

  "Wow, that sounds impressive, Sir. Is Master Mark a member there?"

  "Not yet, but he's considering the possibility and wants us to join Rose and him on their first visit to the club. He was invited by a business associated, a man called Devlin Kent." Damian answered.

  "I've heard of him. He's one of Ashworth and Kent's main lawyers. They specialized in international law." Emily said, recalling what she had heard from him. He was certainly a very important man, but known to be quite severe.

  "Ah, yes, I knew the name sounded familiar." Damian confirmed. "Would you like to go? Maybe we could become members too if we like it. What do you think?" he asked her.

  Emily was a very curious person, and this 'secret club' had her intrigued. Besides, Rose surely would be thankful to have her there.

  "Yes, Sir, I think it could be fun." She agreed and he smiled, pleased.

  "Good, let's choose your outfit." He said, heading to the closet where she already had some clothes stored in, especially the ones she used to wear when they went to the club. "This dress will be perfect." He added, pulling out a black leather dress, with a flared, short skirt and a tight strapless top. It enhanced her round curves and its color made her hair shine like a flare.

  "Lovely, Sir, you have such a good taste." She said teasingly, knowing he loved to see her in that particular dress.

  "Thank you, pet."

  The rest of the day went by, amongst plays and routine and when the time to go to the club arrived, Emily couldn’t deny she felt excited with the idea.

  Damian wore an elegant black tie suit that made him look amazing, more than he usually did and she felt so happy to be with him.

  She was wearing the dress he had chosen for her, and before they left the house he buckled her 'play collar' on her neck.

  "I don’t expect to play at this club tonight, but I want everyone else to know you're taken, that you belong to me." He said, his eyes locked in mine. He claimed her lips in a hard, strong kiss, set to let her know just how seriously he meant every single word.

  The warmness she always felt, when he claimed her ran wild through her body, making her enter in a delightful state of bliss.

  Damian rented a limousine to drive all of them up to the club that was a bit far from where they lived and he wanted to enjoy the trip. They picked Mark and Rose at Mark's house.

  The girls hugged each other, while the men greeted. They spent the whole trip exchanging news and discussing their expectations about this club.

  When they reached the place, Emily hoped out of the car and looked at the mansion ecstatic. It looked like one of those huge old plantation's mansions, with four white Greek columns, supporting the typical pediment. She almost waited to see Scarlett O'Hara coming out of the main door to welcome them.

  She grinned and looked at Damian. He was looking at her and they exchanged amused smiles. The place looked like everything but a sex club.

  Mark and Rose approached them.

  "Can you believe this place? I keep waiting to see Scarlett coming out that door, running away from her darling husband." Emily said, laughing amused and Rose laughed too.

  "Yes, I thought the same thing too." She said, but behind her friend's words and laughs, Emily could perceive a nervousness she hadn’t seen earlier, so discreetly she walked a couple of steps away from the men, dragging Rose with her.

  "Is everything all right?" she whispered.

  "Yes, I'm just a bit nervous. Mark seems very excited with this club, but I have my doubts. I saw the man who invited us, just the other day with his submissive, and they seem to have a more strict relationship than the one I'm in for." She whispered back.

  "Damian told me that you can find here all kinds of kink, so don’t worry. Besides, you can always say no." Emily murmured holding Rose's hands in hers.

  "I know…" but her voice showed she wasn’t sure.

  "Ladies, you can update your gossips another day. It's time to get in." Damian said, with an amused grin in his lips.

  They giggled and joined the men and they walked to the club's door. Mark rang the bell and the door was opened by a man that looked exactly as you picture a butler in your mind.

  "Good evening, Sirs, may I help you?" he asked, politely.

  "Good evening, we were invited." Mark answered handing the man a folded paper.

  The man opened it and after reading it, invited them in.

  "I'll need you and your companions to register here." The man said, showing them a laptop in front of which he sat down.

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bsp; Mark and Damian provided all the information while the girls looked around them, observing the luxurious decoration.

  They were finally led through an empty room, with small tables and a raised stage, where, as they were told, they had live music performances, into a hall way, with several people in hooded monk cloaks, lining up, as if in standing guard.

  The hall way took them to a room decorated in a stunning and classy style, with vaulted ceilings, with huge crystal chandeliers hanging from them. And you could find elaborated statues scattered all over the place. It was amazing.

  The small crowd in it was quite varied, but mostly master and doms with their slaves and submissives, some even wearing leashes.

  They spent part of the night walking around and talking to the assistants. They even had the opportunity to watch a Master punishing his naughty slave. He chose to spank her, bare hand, with her laying across his knees.

  Though Emily wasn’t so much of a pain lover, the expression on the woman's face was quite a poem, and more arousing than anything else. She could see the mix of pain and pleasure and hear it in every moan she let out. When her Master stopped and walked out of the room with her carried over his shoulder, she was obviously lost in that special place only your master can take you.

  At some point of the night, Mark introduced the others to their host, Devlin Kent and to his slave, an attractive blonde woman attached to his leash that he introduced as Mary Elizabeth.

  He was an attractive man, but he was obviously a primal predator, that wouldn’t stop before any obstacle to get what he wanted.

  "You should stick around; things might get interesting in a while." He said, with a devious smile that sent shudders down Emily's spine.

  "Sure, so far we are enjoying it very much." Mark answered, with a pleased smile.

  They visited the buffet and grabbed something to eat, when another commotion called their attention.

  This time, the main characters were none other than Devlin and Mary Elizabeth. They were standing in the same spot the other master had punished his slave, and Mary Elizabeth was stripping.

  Devlin gathered the crowd and announced:

  “Let her initiation begin.”

  To his words, a line was formed with all the assistants that wanted to participate in the so called initiation.

  Emily looked at Damian, but he didn’t seem to know more than she did. Instinct made her step closer to him, and perceiving her need, he took her in his arms, circling her waist and pulling her back to his chest, allowing her to feel safe.

  They watched in silence, Mark and Rose, were standing next to them.

  “First we have the inspection.” Devlin's voice informed the audience, and the people lined up, proceeded to examine thoroughly Mary Elizabeth's body, touching, prodding, caressing, sucking and kissing.

  When the last person was done, Devlin made the next announcement.

  “Ok, my friends, time for the spankings.” He said, leaning Mary Elizabeth over the arm of the chair.

  Emily was able to see the shudders of fear running down the girl's body. She wasn’t very pleased with the whole thing, but she didn’t protest, nor did anything to stop it. She was spanked, bare handed, with a belt, a slipper, and even a crop.

  Each blow made Emily shudder in Damian's arms. She truly doubted she could go through a thing like that. If looked way too painful.

  The last person to spank her was Devlin, after he pulled her up and laid her over his knees. He spanked her probably harder than anyone else, and when he was done, he slid his hand down her slit, confirming her arousal, before he hit her with one last stroke. He got up and took her away, just like the other master had done.

  Emily wasn’t sure of what to feel. The whole scene had been intense, even a bit arousing, she had to admit, but if that was a mandatory requirement to be a member of the club, she had serious doubts if she would want to go through it.

  "You looked troubled, pet." Damian's voice sounded in her ears.

  "It was an intense scene, Sir." She answered, cautiously.

  "Yes, it was." He replied, but didn’t say anything else.

  Emily turned to look at Mark and Rose, noting the interest on Mark's face, but not so much on Rose's.

  They left the club after that, saying goodbye to Mark and Rose in the parking lot.

  When they reached the house, Damian dragged her, almost running to his room. He clearly had something in his mind and wanted to have it immediately.

  He helped her out of her outfit quickly and in no time he had her pinned down in the bed, his big cock shoved deep inside her, making her trail the road to paradise held by his hand. Soon their moans and growls and the slapping sound of his hips hitting hers, were all you could here in the room, until they both jumped over the edge towards an ocean of pleasure that had been building during the whole evening.

  Chapter 6

  His behavior towards her had changed. The million messages a day he used to send her, became just two or three, he was always pensive, distant. The only moment she could feel him close to her was when they were playing or making love. Then she could feel him closer than ever.

  She was more and more worried about this, fearing he might be getting tired of her, or that the sparkle between them had extinguished. Every time they met, her heart seemed to have a ton weighing stone over it, and she kept watching all his reactions, waiting for that moment when he would finally tell her things were over between them, in a vain attempt to prepare herself for it, so she could take it without making a scene or embarrassing him.

  The fortnight party was coming soon, and for once, she wasn’t excited about it.

  The day before the party, he called her at work.

  “Hi Emily!”

  “Damian… that’s a surprise!” he hadn’t called her in quite some time to work.

  “I know! Listen, I won’t be able to pick you up at work today. I have some things I need to prepare for tomorrow.” His voice sounded cold and distant.

  “Do you need any help? I could…”

  “No!” his interruption froze her heart. “I have everything under control.”

  “Oh… well ok, I’ll take the chance to go to my place and check some things around there. I haven’t been there in a while.”

  “Yes, that would be perfect!” the relief in his voice was so obvious that it had the same effect as an iron fist punched to her stomach. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, before the party!”

  She tried to breathe normally through the sharp pain in her soul.

  “Don’t bother! I can take a cab. That way you don’t have to make the trip.” She suggested.

  “No, it’s better if I go. See you tomorrow then!” he said, hanging up the phone without any other word.

  Emily stared at the phone in her hand for a few moments, fighting the need to cry. Maybe she should find an excuse to miss this party. Her instinct was telling her loud and clear things were going to change in it, and she was afraid she wouldn’t like those changes.

  After work, she went to her apartment, feeling like she was entering a stranger’s house. She had been basically living at his place for so long now that it felt more home than this place. She spent the whole night and day fearing the events at the party.

  At midafternoon, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery guy, with a big box in his hands. She opened it, curious. It was a gorgeous black dress, styled on the twenties, with a lot of lace, short, barely reaching the knees, with very short sleeves. Along with it, there was a pair of black stilettos and black silk stockings. It wasn’t a dress to use in a dungeon, it was more like to use at a cocktail party.

  She put it on, combed her hair on a loose French braid that she adorned with black crystals.

  She was ready and waiting when he arrived, wearing a black tie outfit. He looked like his old self, smiling and happy, and in an excellent mood, that lightened so much the weight on her heart.

  The trip to his house was quick, with them catching up on t
he recent events. When they got there, his friends were there already, all dressed up for a cocktail party in elegant dresses and suits. There were a lot more people than the usual four couples, all from the BDSM club, so she figured this wasn’t a regular fortnight party.

  He grabbed a champagne glass and put it in her hand as they walked around the room greeting friends and meeting others.

  She greeted Rose and Mark and even Faith was there. She hugged tight her friends looking for comfort in their presence.

  It was a great party: good music, excellent food and amazing people.

  “Nice party!” she told him, when they were alone. “Are you celebrating something?”

  He turned to look at her, and his eyes suddenly lost the amused shine they had had all night, and became dead serious.

  “I’m not sure yet!” he answered and grabbed her by her wrist and took her to his study. “I guess I should have had this conversation with you earlier, but… anyway…” he started as he closed the study’s door behind him, and leaned his back against it.

  Her hand travelled to her neck in a gesture that showed her nervousness as if she was yelling it. She had never seen him this hesitant and stuttering.

  “Is there a problem?” she managed to ask, making a huge effort to keep her voice normal.

  “I hope there isn’t one.” He answered as he came next to her, driving her to the couch and sitting next to her. "At the last party, James asked me something while we were playing that made me think thoroughly about us, making me wonder if you are happy with me and the way things have been going on between us."

  The question startled her, but she knew she had to answer.

  "Yes, I've never been more pleased before." She answered, avoiding on purpose the word 'happy' since she didn’t know where this conversation was heading to.

  "I'm not sure if you heard James or not…"

  "I heard him." She interrupted him, forcing herself to remain calm.

  He looked at her, as if trying to pierce through her soul.

  "Good. And what's your opinion on the subject?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers. "You know I don’t like to share, it's not my thing, but if you want to try, I believe I wouldn’t mind to let you do so."