Subspace

by Sierra Cartwright

  He backed her against the wall where they had a bit of privacy. Everyone could see, but no one could hear.

  “I want you, Lindsey. I want you to be mine. My sub.”

  She licked her lower lip. Could she dare to hope?

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled something out.

  Oh God.

  It was a lovely leather collar.

  Others would think it was a nice choker. And it was. Delicate, with a silver pendant. She looked at it closely, realising it was designed to look like a rope.

  “It signifies the way you’re bound to me, and, on some level, to Eric. It’s small enough that others won’t figure out what it is. But you’ll never forget.”

  Her mind supplied a million reasons why this wouldn’t work, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy was already moist and her nipples had hardened.

  “I won’t make you kneel here. But I will put it on you.”

  “Rafael—”

  “Master Rafael,” he insisted, leaning in closer.

  He took the coffeepot from her and slid it onto a nearby table. The patron shrugged and topped up her cup.

  “There go my tips.”

  “You won’t need them.”

  Suddenly she was the one who wanted to talk. “I—”

  He covered her mouth with his for their first ever kiss.

  His kiss was as demanding as his lovemaking. He coaxed a response from her, not that it had taken him much work. She was in love with this man, had been ever since he’d first administered her aftercare.

  He ended the kiss. She was lost. Dazed. Almost as if she were back in subspace. Nothing existed but here and now.

  A couple of of customers cheered.

  “Get a room!” someone called.

  “Great idea,” Rafael agreed.

  Her uncle came out from the back, waving a spatula. He was at least half a foot shorter than Rafael, but he probably weighed the same.

  Rafael dug his fingers into her shoulders, holding her steady, looking into her eyes. He ignored everyone but her. “I love you, Lindsey.”

  “Now those are the right words,” her uncle approved, finally lowering the spatula. “Try a little sugar with women, that’s my advice. Yes, sir, that’s my advice. It’s worked for me for thirty-five years.”

  “Lift up your hair so I can collar you.”

  Afraid to pinch herself in case she woke up, she lifted her hair.

  He’d angled their bodies so that no one else saw what he was doing.

  “Tell me you’re mine, sub.”

  “I’m yours, Sir. Master Rafael.”

  “I think you’d better take the rest of the day off,” her uncle said, nodding sagely. “Then I probably gotta talk to your cousin about taking over. Wish she knew a cantaloupe from an orange. How hard can it be? A cantaloupe from an orange.”

  She laughed.

  “Tell me you live alone,” Master Rafael pleaded.

  “I do.”

  “How far from here?”

  “By car? Two minutes.”

  She saw his eyes narrow purposefully. “In less than three minutes, I’ll have you naked and tied.”

  She couldn’t wait.

  About the Author

  Born in Northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens books that are as untamed as the Rockies she calls home.

  She’s an award-winning, multi-published, best-selling writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn’t stopped since.

  Sierra invites you to share the complex journey of love and desire, of surrender and commitment. Her own journey has taught her that trusting takes guts and courage, and her work is a celebration for everyone who is willing to take that risk.

  Email: sierracartwright@hotmail.com

  Sierra loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

  Also by Sierra Cartwright

  Signed, Sealed and Delivered

  Bound and Determined

  Naughty Nibbles: Fed Up

  Naughty Nibbles: This Time

  Halloween Heart Throbs: Walk on the Wild Side

  Bound Brits: S&M 101

  Night of the Senses: Voyeur

  Homecoming: Unbound Surrender

  HEAD GAMES

  Desiree Holt

  Dedication

  To The Gang of Seven—you rock!

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

  McDonald’s: McDonald’s Corporation

  Chapter One

  “Good evening, Senor Valdez.”

  Kaci Ballard stood to one side as Oliver, the doorman at The Pyramid, greeted her Dom with the deference befitting a platinum member of the bondage club. His glance barely acknowledged Kaci, standing with her head bowed and her hands clasped in front of her in proper sub attitude.

  “Good evening, Oliver.” Diego signed the register then tapped Kaci on the shoulder. “Follow me.”

  She walked two paces behind him, their standard arrangement when they were in D/s mode. And tonight they definitely were. This was the third anniversary of their relationship, and after much preparation Diego was going to introduce her to a place she’d never been before—subspace. In the three years they’d been together, he’d taught her how to appreciate herself, both as a woman and a sub, subtly and carefully taking her up one level at a time in the intensity of their D/s play.

  He’d introduced her to many other things since the night they’d met, right here at The Pyramid. It wasn’t long before she gave up her apartment and was living with him in his expensive high-rise. Her talent as a sculptor had evolved as her relationship with him had blossomed, almost symbolic of her stages of growth. He stood proudly at each of her shows, quietly praising her and enjoying her accolades.

  But Kaci wished their relationship was a little more substantial. Not that she didn’t enjoy it, but somewhere along the way she’d lost her heart to Diego. She’d never felt like this about any other Dom and she had the panicky feeling she was setting herself up for a fall. That was one of the reasons she was willing to explore new areas of the D/s play. Something to show him her total commitment to him. And silently pray for his in return.

  As she followed him into the club’s open lounge area, her mind flashed back to the night of their first anniversary when he’d taken her to a very exclusive restaurant for dinner.

  Once they were seated in their booth he handed her a small package.

  “A gift to celebrate,” he told her.

  She opened it and her eyes widened at the sight of the little silver bullet nestled in the tissue paper.

  “Go into the ladies’ room and insert it into your cunt. Right now.”

  In other aspects of their life they were equal partners, but in D/s mode she was totally submissive to him so there was no question of whether or not she would obey. She returned to the booth smiling, the bullet securely inside her, he smiled.

  “I thought I would make dinner tonight a little more interesting.”

  He reached into his pocket, and in a second the little bullet began to hum inside her. Kaci had to grab the table to hold herself steady.

  She bit her lip. “Sir?”

  He took his hand from his pocket to show her a tiny remote with four buttons. “See how easily I can control the speed of the vibrations? Let’s see how long you can control yourself. Do not come, Kaci. Not until we are home. No matter what.”

  That had been an exercise in superhuman control. She never had a warning when he’d push one of the buttons. She could be taking a bite of her salad or her roll. Or a sip of wine. And the tiny vibrator would begin to hum, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Then—nothing. Until the next episode.

  It was especially difficult when the waiter came to serve their food or clear their dishes and Diego pressed a button. She knew it was important t
o him that she not show any outward sign of what was happening. Diego watched her carefully each time, and she knew the rewards for being obedient would be beyond anything imaginable. When they got home he would fuck her brains out in more ways than people could think of. And—

  “Kaci?”

  She gave herself a mental shake, suddenly realising she’d been caught up in her reverie.

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “Pay attention, my pet. We need to take our seats.”

  “Of course, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  He stopped, moved closer and stroked her hair. “I just want you to enjoy this entire night to the fullest.”

  Tonight would be a big step for her.

  She was good with pain, to a certain extent. Being restrained was as arousing for her as it was for Diego, and being spanked while restrained was a huge turn-on. Just thinking about the power it gave him always made her wet and ready. They’d progressed from gentle nipple clamps to the clovers that even now bit deeply into the flesh of her nipples. Tonight a chain swung between them, so Diego could reach into the opening of her leather vest and tug on it, increasing the sensations.

  He would never, ever, do anything she feared. She was as secure in that knowledge as she was in the solid awareness that he loved her. Their connection had been instant and powerful, growing stronger with each passing month.

  But over the past year he’d talked to her more and more about the things he wanted to try. Things she knew he’d done with other subs before the night they’d met and he’d taken her home with him. Edge play. Taking a sub beyond normal limits to a place of ultimate pain and ultimate pleasure. Caning. Whipping. Paddling when his sub was bound hand and foot with her wrist cuffs attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

  He’d been very patient with her because their emotional link was so intense, but he was definitely ready to kick things up a notch again.

  “I will teach you how to reach for subspace,” he’d told her over and over. “How to go to that place in your head where you are floating. Where intense pain becomes intense pleasure. Where the pleasure will be greater than anything else you’ve known up to now.”

  She’d talked about it with Lora, another sub with whom she’d become close friends. Asking questions about intense edge play. About the residual effects of it.

  “It’s the best,” Lora told her. “You go to a place in your head where you feel like you’re floating. It’s almost like being in a dream, except you’re awake.”

  “And afterwards?” Kaci had asked. “Don’t you hurt for a long time?”

  “Chad always takes very good care of me afterwards. Bathing me. Smoothing on a great lotion.” Lora grinned. “And every time I sit behind my desk at work the residual stinging of my ass reminds me just how much he turns me on.”

  After all this time Kaci truly trusted him. So tonight she was taking the first step. They were going to watch a demonstration, a performance where she could see everything including the aftercare. And maybe even talk to the sub if Diego could arrange it. Someone she didn’t know as well as Lora, who would give her another take on the whole thing.

  She had another reason for wanting to do this, besides a new level of experience. Along the way she’d fallen desperately in love with Diego Valdez. She never spoke of it to him. Nor had he said the words to her. His every action showed her how much he cherished her, but Kaci wanted more. She wanted permanent. And for that she would do whatever it took to please him, knowing he would never endanger her in any way.

  The main room was almost completely filled. Every lounge chair was taken as well as the couches. A waitress greeted them, smiled at Diego and led them to a small table for two right at the edge of the demonstration space. As Kaci took her seat, she took in the platform that had been set up, with a thin cross that she estimated to be about six feet in height. Cuffs and chains were attached to the arm extension and lay on the floor to either side.

  On the platform next to the cross was a narrow rectangular table displaying an assortment of instruments of punishment—whips, paddles, canes of every size and thickness.

  “You’ve seen tonight’s couple of,” Diego murmured in a low tone. “Dane and Marlena. You met them the last time we were here, remember?”

  Kaci nodded. “I do, Sir.”

  Diego had explained that the couple of came to The Pyramid most nights to play. Next to the lounge was one large room, all glass enclosed, with many play areas. Clients could sit in chairs along the wall to watch or stand outside the glass. Marlena had confided that knowing every eye in the room was on them made her so hot she often had trouble waiting for Dane’s permission to come. The exhibitionistic aspect enhanced the intensity of their play, and they had become very proficient at performing.

  Diego ordered plain club soda for both of them then reached over and unbuttoned the two buttons holding Kaci’s vest together. Her breasts were now exposed for everyone to see, something she knew gave Diego immense pleasure, and he smiled at her as he pulled on the chain between the nipple clips.

  “Do you feel that, amante?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” and she slid a sideways glance at him, wondering if she’d ever get tired of looking at him.

  At five-ten he was the perfect height for her, topping her five-foot-three frame by just enough. Every bit of his body was hard, lean muscle. His black hair, expertly razor cut, just brushed the collar of his shirt. Curls of the same dark colour matted his chest and dusted his forearms and legs. His eyes were even blacker than his hair, if possible, fringed with lashes so thick Kaci was jealous of them. His square jaw and aquiline nose gave his face a classic look that blended well with the dark gold of his skin, the result an indication of his Hispanic heritage.

  And when he was naked, the sight of his thick cock and tight ass made her mouth water and her pussy flutter.

  He leaned closer, pushing aside her shoulder-length auburn hair with strong fingers and placed his lips close to her ear. He still toyed idly with the chain. “I am going to pull harder and harder as the demonstration progresses, so you will have some connection to the pain this very obedient sub is feeling.” He nipped her ear lobe.

  Shivers skated down her spine, and hot and cold flashed through her body. From the very first night Diego had had the ability to rouse her with the lightest touch, the softest expression. He knew exactly how much pain it took to bring her to the edge of real pleasure. And now he was planning to take that up a notch. The tormenting of her nipples, already swollen and reacting to the soreness, was just the first step.

  He tugged on the chain again, sending pinpricks of sensation shooting through her breasts.

  “Look.” He pointed. “They’re about to start.”

  Kaci turned her attention to the platform again. Marlena was standing flush to the cross, facing away from the crowd, immobile while Dane fastened cuffs at her wrists. He used his foot to nudge her feet wide apart so he could lock the ankle restraints into place. Pausing beside Marlena, he ran one hand smoothly down the sweep of her spine, over the curve of her ass and between her thighs.

  Kaci shivered as if she felt the hand on her own skin and Diego gave a small sound of satisfaction.

  Dane now stood at the small table as if studying each item on it carefully before picking up a long thin cane. Almost casually, he trailed it through the crevice of Marlena’s ass, down and up, a lazy stroke. Even at this distance Kaci could see the woman’s muscles clench and release, and a tiny spasm ripple through her cunt.

  “He’ll begin slowly,” Diego murmured in his low, deep voice, “bringing her up a little at a time to the level where she’ll crave harder and faster strokes. At that point she will deliberately block out everything else except the need for pleasure. Her mind will concentrate only on her desires, the rush of endorphins through her system like the strongest drug, until everything here ceases to exist for her.”

  “But won’t she feel the pain?” Kaci asked. “You said it would be intense.”r />
  “She will crave it, my pet. Like an addict.”

  Kari said nothing. She still had her doubts, but Diego hadn’t been wrong about anything yet, and she trusted him completely.

  She watched, transfixed, as Dane began to apply the cane to Marlena’s body, lightly and slowly at first but with enough strength and speed to leave rosy stripes on her pale skin. She appeared to flinch at each strike, but the sounds she was making were of pleasure not pain. As her cries rose, Dane increased both the speed and the force of his caning, harder, faster, then harder still.

  Marlena jerked with each blow, but she let her head hang back, almost as if disconnected from the rest of her body. Dane paused in his rhythm and stepped up to her, tangling his fingers in her long hair, his mouth close to her ear.

  “He’s using his voice to stroke her mind,” Diego said. “He’s a very good Dom who wants to make sure her mind is as far away from what’s happening as possible.”

  “How does he do that?”

  He tugged on the chain again, bursts of pain dancing through her nipples while her cream soaked the very insubstantial thong she was wearing.

  “He knows his sub. He knows what she needs to hear to disconnect. To go into the very special place that is subspace, where there will be only pleasure. Where the endorphin rush in her body will be stronger than any drug she could take. And safer.”

  “Safer? When he’s caning her?”

  This time the chain was yanked and she gasped.

  “He knows exactly how much pain she can take, querida, just as I do with you.” He nipped the lobe of her ear. “But shortly we are going to take that to a new level. The important thing is that you trust me, just as Marlena trusts Dane.”

  “I do trust you, Sir,” she said in a strangled voice.