I was somewhat horrified when he explained that a slave was very different from a submissive. Damon’s slaves gave up all rights to be owned by him, and weren’t even given the option to sit on furniture. Instead, they knelt at his feet while in his home, like an obedient pet. Damon’s slaves also gave up safe-words and consented to accept whatever he deemed his right to give. I couldn’t even imagine being with a person so manipulative.
“So to answer your earlier question, no I would never hand you over to a person like him, nor would I expect you to allow me to choose your Master. Everything in our relationship will be based on mutual consent, if we decide to continue forward. I may initiate scenes, but there will never be a time when you can’t safe word out of something I’m doing that makes you uncomfortable.”
“I want you to be my Master, Sir.” Two days ago, I was sure this was just a trip that would prove as disappointing as my life up until this point, now I couldn’t imagine a world where he wasn’t in it.
“Sweet girl.” He patted his lap, I’d been sitting on the couch beside him as we talked. I didn’t need to think about following his request, but simply climbed into his lap, comforted as his arms held me against his chest. “I think I’ve opened your eyes to a few things this weekend that showed what a passionate person you can be. That being said, we still have much to talk about. Let’s enjoy tonight and tomorrow afternoon, then speak later Sunday night.”
I won’t lie and say I wasn’t disappointed that he didn’t accept my offer right then. We had talked about enjoying the weekend in our talks online and over the phone though, and he was keeping to our agreement. Making hasty decisions had landed me in more trouble than I cared to talk about, so even if I was a little forlorn, I had to accept that he knew best. It helped that he was stroking my hair, and holding me like he never wanted to let me go.
“We need to get going if I’m going to introduce you to the dungeon tonight.” With a final squeeze, he lifted me from his lap and I honestly didn’t care if we made it there or not. Sitting in his lap, content as a kitten, I could have easily imagined never leaving that comforting spot.
He left me standing in the living room and walked away. Since he didn’t ask me to follow, I stared out the wall size glass windows overlooking the city and marveled at the beauty below. Luca’s hand startled me when it landed on my shoulder softly, I’d been so entranced with the view.
“I want you to wear this tonight, lift your hair.” I didn’t even turn to see what he was talking about, instead I followed his softly spoken command, and felt the cool leather collar slip around my neck. “When we’re at the Dungeon tonight, this will let everyone know you are claimed.”
My fingers ran over the smooth texture, and finally I released my hair, turning back to him. I can’t explain why it sent a shiver of anticipation through my body for him to stake ownership that way, but it did. Lifting my eyes to his deep blue ones, I was amazed at the look of pleasure in those depths. His fingers lifted to where mine stroked the collar, and that brilliant smile that made my knees weak appeared on his face.
“You look even more beautiful this way.” Capturing my hand he brought it to his lips, and for a brief moment tears filled my eyes, but not in sorrow. The depth of emotion brought out by that simple act made me feel cherished. “We should go. Now.” I was startled when he led me out of the penthouse and to the elevator in long, purposeful strides.
“Did I do something wrong?” Of course my first thought was I’d displeased him in some way.
He pushed me against the elevator wall, capturing my lips with his, kissing me almost savagely. I was blown away at the intensity and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on. “Of course you didn’t. Seeing you with my collar on just makes me want to fuck you, and we don’t have time.”
He released me so suddenly that only my arms around his neck kept me standing. Luca wanted me! Untangling my hands I balanced myself by holding on to the rail in the elevator. This beautiful, handsome dominant male was so turned on that he actually lost control for a moment. I was floored! A smile found my face that threatened to break my face it was so large.
He adjusted his pants, and my ego shot through the roof. “Don’t get too cocky, sweet girl.” His grin was at war with his words as the elevator took us on a downward spiral to the bottom floor. He seemed in full control as we stepped out into the lobby, and he once again took my hand, leading me to the waiting car.
We rode in companionable silence and my eyes continuously darted over toward him, as if to even look away for a minute was too long. I yearned for him to put his hand in mine, or touch me in some other way, but he seemed perfectly happy to sit on his side of the car staring straight ahead. To be honest I felt a little neglected.
By the time we finally arrived at our destination, I was frustrated. He’d been such a touchy feely person, and to have that end sent confusing signals into my mind. The only touch I had from him was when he opened the door and held out his hand to help me out. Once I was on my feet again, he released that grip, motioning me to enter the large building ahead.
The doorman smiled at Luca and appeared to have some familiarity with him as he ushered us inside. There was a second door and when we walked through it my perception of his world changed immediately. Half-naked, and some fully nude, men and women were bound, being whipped, and doing other things my mind hadn’t been prepared for in a space that reminded me of some medieval torture chamber. Not that it wasn’t modern, but the furniture all seemed to have some sadistic use.
“Follow me.” Luca’s words were understated but firm, and I attempted to keep up while taking in all the sights shocking my senses. Sounds of pleasure and pain intermingled and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run or stare in terrified fascination. When he finally stopped at the back of the room, I saw the only normal looking furniture in the place. Two long leather couches, one occupied by Damon with three female slaves kneeling in front of him, without a stitch of clothing on.
Of course, Luca chose this spot to sit, and pulled me into his lap, facing forward. His head bent over and the soft whispered words sent a tremor through me. “While we are here, you will only address me as Sir. You are not to speak to anyone else unless I give permission.”
I nodded, overwhelmed by what I was seeing and his now stern countenance. “Yes, S-sir.” Stuttering the words embarrassed me, and I bit my lip, not sure what to expect from him or this place. Fidgeting in his lap, I just wanted to leave.
“Calm yourself. Nothing will harm you here, or anywhere else as long as I’m around.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and just that small comfort eased my growing nerves. Exhaling a deep breath, I rested back against his chest. “Good girl.”
My gaze lowered to the women kneeling at Damon’s feet, and I noticed their rigid kneels. I couldn’t imagine it was comfortable in their positions, and wondered why he didn’t allow them to relax. I remembered what Luca had said about Damon’s slaves giving up all consent. Still he could have shown them compassion, no? I didn’t like him very much in that moment.
Damon tapped one of the beautiful women on the head, and pointed to his crotch and my dislike grew to disgust as his slave pulled out his cock and began giving him head. I averted my eyes, thinking how disrespectful it was to display that type of sexuality in a public place, and tensed in Luca’s lap.
“Your new girl seems a little uncomfortable.” Damon chuckled, pressing his hand down on the slave girl’s neck to force her to take more of him. He didn’t even seem particularly pleased that she was sucking him off, which made no sense to me.
“She’s learning the lifestyle.” Luca didn’t seem angry as he spoke, but there was a tone to his voice that I hadn’t heard before. His hands tightened around my waist, too, so I could tell he wasn’t exactly pleased.
“A novice, then? Those are a rarity in this age.” He maneuvered his slave up and down his cock by her hair, and managed a normal conversation in the process. I’m not sure if I was impressed
or disgusted. “Swallow.” I couldn’t help it, my eyes moved back to the scene beside me and I watched as his hips lifted up, straining against that poor girls mouth. I had no idea how she took him completely.
She was lifted off the ground by her hair, and quickly adjusted his clothing, wiping her mouth. “Go clean yourself, up then return.” There was no affection in Damon’s words and I wanted to offer my own. I would never consent to belong to a monster like him. The man had no feelings!
“So. How long will you be training this one?” Damon’s eyes roamed over me again and no matter how handsome he was, I found him disgusting and fought to not sneer in contempt.
“We’re still in negotiation.” I wasn’t really sure what that meant, but assumed it had something to do with the talk we’d have on Sunday. I definitely wasn’t going to ask him here.
“She’s very beautiful. I would consider her an asset to my harem. Keep that in mind.” Knowing that Luca would never ask that of me made his compliment, regardless of how disgusting I found him, seem less threatening.
“I can’t see Gina ever being a slave, but that is for her to decide.” I knew instinctively that Luca was being pragmatic, attempting to keep things on a respectable level. That being said, his hands tightened around my waist again, telling me the conversation was not to his liking.
“These girls are whatever we train them to be, as you well know. All of them crave the idea of being owned. I can’t imagine she’s any different. If you asked her to crawl up in your lap and fuck you, she wouldn’t dare go against your wishes.” Damon chuckled, and motioned to the slaves at his feet. “I know either of these would and be glad I offered them the chance to serve.”
“Had we been together longer, yes, I’m sure she would. The difference is I choose to keep that type of scene behind closed doors. No disrespect on how you treat your slaves, but that’s not what I’m after.”
“Now. It was a different story with Patricia.” Damon’s words obviously hit a sore spot with Luca because he lifted me off his lap with such suddenness I gasped.
“She was a different person.” Luca stood beside me, taking my hand and leading me away.
Who was Patricia? And why did the mention of her name make him so angry? Not only that, had he treated her like Damon treated his slaves? I couldn’t see him ever doing that to another person.
We stood a few feet back from where a woman was flogging her male submissive. Luca’s hand gripped mine tightly and the tick in his jaw told me he was angry. I didn’t like seeing him that way. So, I did something shocking. Lowering to my knees, my hands wrapped around his calf and I glanced up with a smile. I was willing to do anything to see him happy again.
He seemed stunned as he glanced down at me, shook his head, before lowering his hand to my hair, caressing. “Forgive me, sweet girl. I needed to get away from him before I made a scene.”
“How can I make it better, Sir?” He seemed so upset and it felt like a knife in my heart. Whomever that Patricia was he’d obviously had some kind of feelings for her. Yes I was jealous, but more than that I was concerned for him.
“You already have.” He held out his hand, and I took it so he could pull me to my feet. With his arm wrapped around my waist, we stood there watching the flogging scene, and I wanted to trade places with that submissive. He looked so beautiful, his body submitting to the weight of the leather straps falling over his bare back. Without thinking I moaned softly.
“Would you like to try?” His smile returned, and in that moment I would have done anything he asked to keep it on his handsome face.
“Yes, Sir.” I knew how wonderful it felt to be in that position. His grin widened, and I watched as the Mistress finished out her play then carefully helped him down from the strange cross-looking apparatus.
“I didn’t bring anything with me, but I’m sure Damon would allow me to use his.” He rolled his eyes, told me to remain there, and walked back to where we’d been sitting only moments ago. There was a relationship between Damon and my Luca, I assumed, since he was willing to borrow his things. I’m not sure how that made me feel because they seemed so different from each other.
Luca walked back to me, Damon and his entourage following, and he was holding a black flogger, similar to the one Luca had used on me before. “Do you trust me?” He waited until he stood by my side, and whispered those words for my ears only.
“I do, Sir.” My stomach filled with butterflies at the seductive look he gave. I knew underneath his hands this would be nothing but pleasure, which I desired desperately.
He led me over to the cross, and I tensed as his hand moved the zipper down on the back of my dress. I hadn’t thought this through, because for him to complete this act, I assumed I needed to be undressed. “All you have to do is use a safe word if you want this to stop, sweet girl. Remember that.”
The zipper continued its downward track with the help of his fingers, and he pulled the dress from my shoulders. It stopped at my waist, and I was a little surprised when he allowed it to rest there, not removing it completely. My breath released in an excited sigh as those magical fingers of his undid my bra, sliding it off, and tossing it to the ground.
I wanted to cover myself, but at the same time knew it wouldn’t please Luca. I was relieved when he attached my wrists to the cuffs on the cross, taking that option away. I was standing in the middle of a crowded dungeon, my breasts on display, and all I was truly thinking about was the sensations he could give me at the end of that flogger.
His hands moved over my back in a whisper-soft caress and I closed my eyes to feel him more deeply. This was our world, I reminded myself, it didn’t matter who was looking on as long as he was in control. There’s something so freeing about not worrying about anything. I was a willing pawn in this game and ready to be lead wherever he wanted.
I sucked in a deep breath as the first whoosh of the strands against my back pushed me forward. Releasing it when the flogger fell again, I quickly found a rhythm with his dance and surrendered to it. No pain, just like before, only pressure, and it was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. He was the master of my body in this beautiful play and I felt my head grow light as the scene continued to unfold.
Then absolute bliss. My cry of pleasure fell from my lips loudly and I slumped against my bonds. Even then, I didn’t want it to end. There was such a release in this that I knew it was better than the greatest high, though I’d never been stoned before. I imagined this was what it felt like. Finding myself cradled in his arms, spent, it was almost depressing, because it was over.
He took me back to that couch and held me in his lap, and I clung to him in desperation. It didn’t matter that I was half-dressed, or that everyone in the room knew what pleasure I’d found under his hands. “I want you, Sir.” I didn’t understand why being beaten with a flogger made me crave sexual release, even after the emotional one I’d had. I honestly didn’t care.
“When the fogs cleared your mind, we’ll discuss it.” His soft chuckle was endearing and I snuggled even deeper into his warm embrace. I wanted to argue, but the safety I felt in that instance was almost enough to satiate me.
“I thought you might want these.” Damon’s words didn’t even pull my head off Luca’s chest. I didn’t care what he thought, or what he was seeing, all I wanted was my Luca. “I’m almost envious of you, right now.”
“She finds subspace so easily.” Luca’s words came to me as if from far away, but I could hear the pride in them. I didn’t know why that was such a big deal to him, but since it made him happy, that’s all that truly mattered.
“The girl was born to be a slave.” I wanted to bristle at Damon’s words, but I was too tired, he could never make me feel the things my Luca did. They were two completely different men and I knew that it was because of how I felt about Luca that made it possible for me to feel confident enough to let go.
“She was born to be mine.” Luca’s arms tightened around me, and I smiled through my wearines
s. Hearing those words from his lips made the world stop for a moment. “I only hope I can give her what she needs.”
“You’re all I need, Sir.” My words were slightly slurred because I was coming down from that high that was still so new to me.
“Be careful. Give a girl too much power and they start topping from the bottom.” Damon’s words were firm, and sent a chill through me that I couldn’t understand. “You know where that led before. I’m going to go play.” He left us alone, and I, for one, was happy to have him gone. Whatever friendship the two of them had, appeared to be a detrimental one.
When some of the fuzz had left my brain, Luca carefully dressed me. He left me sitting on the couch after that and came back with a bottled water. I drank half of it down, not even knowing how thirsty I was before I accepted it. He held me in his lap as we watched the others play in the room. I was shocked at some of the scenes, especially the ones that involved needle and fire play.
“You’re not into that, are you, Sir?” I tensed as the small needles were inserted into a females back.
“I’m taking it that needles are a hard limit for you?” Luca chuckled at my look of fear. “You’re safe. I prefer sticking other things inside you.” My face heated at his words, and his laugh deepened. “I hope you never lose that innocence.”
Being in the dungeon was an eye-opening experience, but I admit I was glad when it was time to return home. All the public stuff was fun to watch, but being a part of it? Outside of that flogging stuff, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be comfortable doing more. I knew I’d never have sex in public the way Luca and his slave girls were doing as we departed. There was a time and place for everything. Then again, I was pretty turned on by watching, so…? No, I’d never do something like that.
We rode home together, and thankfully Luca kept me tucked by his side. What he’d shown me tonight was something I’d never forget. There was an entirely different world out there where people explored their darkest desires. I wondered in a few years if I’d be as open as those people had been with their exploration?
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