Endless - Manhattan Knights Series Book Three

by Sienna Parks

  “Good. Then as of now, you are my 24/7 submissive. You will meet me on our agreed date in a week’s time, at the club. I will send you details of which room, and how I want you to present yourself when I arrive. After I claim your body as my own for the first time, you will be mine –– body, mind and soul. There is no going back from that.”

  “I know.”

  “I need to be certain that you do. Tomorrow I’m going to go back to my apartment, and I’m going to give you this week to think it over. If you change your mind, I won’t hold it against you, and I will let you walk away without any reprisal from me.”

  “I don’t want to be away from you for the whole week.”

  “Neither do I, but things between us are so intense. I want to give you time to think, to breathe, to consider the line we are about to cross together. I don’t want you to worry, baby. We’ll talk this week, and before you know it, we’ll be together again… if that’s what you choose.” I slide us both down the bed and under the covers. “I don’t want you worrying about this. You need your rest, and tonight, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, where I want to be. Now get some sleep.”

  I wrap my arms around her, and pull her body flush against my own. A perfect fit. I listen as her breathing evens out, and her body relaxes in slumber. I on the other hand, find myself restless, wondering if time apart is a good idea. It will be so hard to be away from her. I’ve gotten so used to having her around; even if it’s just knowing that she’s in the apartment; sharing the same space. I’ve never done that before. I’ve always kept the club and my home life separate. She’s already changing me in ways that can never be undone.

  If she does change her mind, and I need to let her walk away, it will destroy me. But in the end, it’s not about me or what I want. As a Dominant, my priority will always be her needs over my own. Her desires ahead of mine. Her pleasure in all things.

  It’s 4 a.m. by the time I finally fall asleep, but even then, I’m plagued by my own nightmares.

  “Your new submissive is waiting, Master Fitzgerald. The room has been set up as per your requests.”

  It’s been a long time since I was last here. The familiar sounds, the energy vibrating off the walls, the music pulsing through everything, and everyone in the building. Rihanna blares through the sound system, singing of chains and whips. It’s an obvious choice for a club like this, but it sets the mood perfectly. I’ve missed this.

  “Thank you.” Every nerve ending in my body is alive tonight, adrenaline pumping hard in my veins. I’m too distracted to even bother with the usual small talk on the way up to my room.

  “Is everything okay? If she’s not to your liking I can have someone else train her.” My fists tighten at my sides. Rage clouding my vision.

  “Listen carefully. No one will ever touch her. Do you understand me? If anyone lays so much as a finger on her, I will make sure that they leave this place on a gurney. No one but me even speaks to her. Got it?”

  “Understood, Master Fitzgerald. I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Good.” I run my hand over my face, scratching my palm over the scruff that is covering my jaw these days. This last week has been slow, and tedious without Vittoria. Work has been crazy, and the few hours that I wasn’t working, I wanted to be with her, but I gave her the space I promised her, and thankfully, she has decided to meet me here tonight.

  I wanted to make love to her for the first time at my apartment, but I know that she needs this setting to solidify our relationship as Master and submissive. Instead, I had the room completely renovated. As a Master, I have had this playroom designated to me for almost five years now. No one is allowed access but me, and my submissives, but I didn’t want to use the same equipment that I did with them, not for Vittoria. So, I had them rip everything out, paint the room a darker shade of purple, replace all the apparatus; I had new toys shipped in and a closet of lingerie just for her.

  I messaged her this week to ask what she likes, what she loves, what she isn’t willing to do. I can’t explain the pain I felt, knowing that her answers came from experience. That another Dominant had his hands on her, that someone else trained her; that she submitted to someone that wasn’t me. I did it for her. I needed to know her hard limits, the stuff that she wants to explore, the toys she enjoys, and her safe word.

  I’ve been planning this all week, and I know exactly what I want to do with her tonight. I’m eager to see the new playroom… our playroom.

  I don’t even remember walking up the stairs, simply finding myself standing in front of the door with ‘Master Fitzgerald’ emblazoned on it in silver script, and underneath in bold lettering ‘RESTRICTED ROOM. DO NOT ENTER.”

  “If you need anything at all this evening, Master Fitzgerald, just let me know.”

  “Thank you, Jacob.”

  I take a deep breath. Nerves and adrenaline fueling my every move as I turn the handle and open the door. I’ve never been nervous about my first time with a new sub, but my first time with Vittoria…

  “Good evening, Nyx.”

  Holy Shit!

  I take a moment to regroup. The sight of her, in here, in my space – the backdrop to this part of my life that I’ve kept hidden from everyone but her – completely fucking floors me. I want to be inside her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I have to distract myself, taking in my new surroundings. The room looks phenomenal. There are pictures on the walls, various prints of a ballet dancer with leather restraints around her ankles; one with her arms and legs tied using shibari, but neither picture shows a face. The only woman that I want to see in here is Vittoria.

  There is a new black St. Andrew’s cross at the far end of the room, with silver shackles, top and bottom. There is a wall of floggers and paddles of various shapes and sizes. Spreader bars hanging from metal hooks, and a king size bed exactly like Vittoria’s, and a couch at the foot of it. I requested one with adequate points to attach restraints and I can see lengths of purple rope resting on the arm. There is a cabinet next to the entrance of the room, housing all of the toys and restraints I could ever need, and a table in the center of the room, large enough to lay her out and tie her down, helpless and open to my every whim.

  She is exactly where I requested her to be. She’s wearing a black lace Basque and French knickers. She looks absolutely divine; on her knees, her ass touching her heels, her hands gripped behind her back, and her head bowed, eyes to the ground… in a perfect submissive position, facing the wall. I can’t breathe taking in every single stunning detail of the way she looks tonight.

  “Good evening, Master Fitzgerald.”

  I walk over to the far wall, perusing the collection of implements and choosing a particularly nice black leather flogger. I run it through my palm. This will do nicely.

  I begin to ready myself, leaving Vittoria staring at the floor. Letting her anticipation grow and her mind wander, wondering what I’m doing; what I have in store for her. I remove my iPod from my jacket and sync it to the sound system in the room. I haven’t chosen romantic or soft music as the soundtrack to our evening. Instead, Animals by Maroon 5, starts pulsing through the speakers, promises of primal pleasure, and I can see that she is affected by it.

  I place the flogger down on the hard wood table and pull my T-shirt up and over my head, discarding it on the floor. I remove my shoes and socks and kick them under the table.

  I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her eagerness for my touch reaches a fever pitch; her eyes still trained on the wall four feet in front of her.

  As I walk toward her, desire coils in every muscle of my body, threatening to spiral out of control. It takes me a moment to calm myself, to be the man I am, the man I hide from those around me. The darkest part of myself.

  I stride toward her, stopping only an inch in front of her. I place my thumb and forefinger under her chin, tilting her head up, but she keeps her eyes lowered.

  “You may look at me.”

  As she lifts her g
aze and our eyes meet, the connection between us more intense than it has ever been; a deeper understanding passing between us; a shared need for something more, something… darker. I feel my calm, controlled confidence return. My dick hardening in response to the power I wield over her. I was born to be a Dominant. I was destined to be her Dominant. It’s all I know.

  “Are you a submissive, Nyx?” The silence after those words leave my lips, seems to go on for an eternity. My entire body vibrating as I finally ask the question I haven’t let her answer until now.

  “Yes… Master Fitzgerald...”

  Her voice is like velvet; her words the greatest aphrodisiac. Even though I knew the answer, hearing her say it… out loud… is such a fucking turn on.

  “How long have you been a submissive?”

  I don’t know if I want to know the answer. To think of another Dom owning her, seeing to her every need…

  “Four years, Master Fitzgerald.”

  I am devastated by her revelation. So much time spent avoiding her, shielding her from this side of myself. I clench my fist tighter around the flogger, knowing that I need to let this anger subside before I touch her.

  Her eyes lift to mine, filled with a tender vulnerability, and everything else falls away. There is only us. Those that have gone before have been erased, and there will never be another.

  I want her with a passion so fierce, so all-consuming, but, before I touch her, I need her to spell it out for me. I need complete assurance that we want the same thing.

  “And what is it that you want from me?”

  “I want to be your submissive, Master Fitzgerald… if it pleases you. For as long as it pleases you.”

  Sweeter words have never before been spoken. Words that bring light to my shadow of a soul.

  “Stand up… let me look at you…”

  I take her hand and help her to her feet, leading her to the center of the room; her body moving with fluid ease. Every step an elegant dance, a joy to behold. As she stands with her hands clasped behind her back, I walk around her, slowly memorizing the way she looks in this moment. Her legs, her tight little ass in her lace panties; the way her Basque pushes her breasts together, making them fuller and more curvaceous. The way her hair cascades down her back, and the sweet flush of her cheeks.

  “You look stunning this evening. Even more beautiful than I envisaged.” I trail my fingers down her arm, goosebumps following in their wake.

  “Are you nervous?”

  “Not at all, Master Fitzgerald.” The confidence I see reflected in her dark brown gaze is so fucking hot.

  “You may simply call me Master, tonight.” I lean in close to her ear, letting her scent me as I do the same, and I can’t help darting my tongue out for one small lick of her neck. “Are you ready for me?”

  I nibble at her earlobe; her body shuddering at my touch, her reply a broken, breathy plea. “Yes… Oh God, yes, Master.”

  “Then I won’t deny you any longer. Get on the table, and lie on your back.” Without hesitation, she climbs onto the table with the grace of a cat. I place the flogger down beside her, freeing my hands to bind hers.

  Soft leather cuffs have been anchored at each corner, easily adjustable so that I can afford her as much or as little movement as possible. Tonight, I need her as restricted as possible. She needs to understand the full extent of how commanding I am when it comes to her pleasure. Everything up until this point has been a drop in the ocean of what I want from her… with her.

  I slowly run my fingertips from the top of her arm, down the inside of her elbow, watching her body react to this smallest of touches. When I reach her wrist, I grasp her tight and pull her arm up and into the restraint. The black leather and bright silver metal cuffs are stunning on her. I repeat the process with her other arm, her sensitivity to my touch making me hard as steel.

  With her hands tethered tight above her head, I trail my fingers down the center of her chest, over her Basque, dipping them under the edge to feel her nipples turning to tight little rosebuds as I flick each one in turn, giving her just a taste of the attention she craves before making my way lower. I gently caress every inch of her body, except where she wants it most, before cuffing each of her ankles, spreading her legs wide, opening her to my gaze, my touch, and my every desire.

  She looks so fucking beautiful in here. I take a step back to admire her, to stare in awe and wonder at the goddess before me. I have played this scenario over and over in my mind over the years. A fantasy that I never thought would become a reality.

  She is completely at my mercy… willingly… freely.

  Her eyes follow my every move as I make my way over to the cabinet by the door, removing a purple silk scarf from the top drawer and holding it up for her to see.

  “This is all you’re going to see for a while.” I run the soft, delicate material from the tip of her toes, up the length of her body, letting it fall between her legs, teasing her, making her want it so badly that she’ll do anything I ask of her.

  “Lift your head.” I place a tender kiss on her lips, holding her gaze before I cover her eyes. “Give yourself over to me tonight – mind, body and soul. You won’t regret it.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I plunge her into darkness, heightening all of her other senses for what’s to come.

  I give her a moment to relax and enjoy this. I know that she will relish this power play. She wants to submit, but sometimes her fierce nature gets in the way. I’ve removed that possibility tonight, and in doing so, have finally set her free. Free to explore her sexuality with me without responsibility, in a way that she could never allow herself in any other situation. It will be my greatest pleasure to unleash her darkest desires and take her to her limits.

  I pour a glass of champagne from the ice bucket I had Jacob set up for me earlier, and use the other glass to gather some ice, before placing both down on the table beside Vittoria’s head. I want her to hone in on the sound of the bubbles bursting against the side of the glass, tantalizing her senses with the possibilities.

  I slowly and carefully open each and every clasp on the front of her Basque.

  “You do look stunning in this, but you’ll look even better when you’re naked for me.” With a flick of my fingers, the last clasp opens and I push the boned-lace lingerie away from her body, exposing her small, perky breasts.

  “Lift.”

  She can only lift her body a centimeter or two off the table due to how tightly I fastened her restraints, but it’s enough for me to pull the Basque from beneath her back, and discard it on the floor. She is laid out with only her lace French knickers left to cover her nakedness. She looks so fucking hot, and I tease myself, and her, by leaving them on for a little while longer.

  “What is your safe word, Nyx?”

  “Hummingbird, Master.”

  “Good girl. Remember, as my submissive, you can say ‘Hummingbird’ at any time, and I will stop immediately. Tell me you understand.”

  “I understand, Master.”

  I take a sip of Champagne and hold it in my mouth, letting the bubbles fizz and explode on my tongue before dipping my head and clamping my mouth over her nipple, biting down ever so slightly as I let the liquid caress her skin, leaving it only a fraction of a second before I swallow and let the warmth of my tongue envelop her. Her body writhes beneath me, fighting against the restraints to push her breast further into my mouth.

  The rush of power and adrenaline I feel is addictive. I want more. I lift my lips until they are a millimeter from her skin, and suck in a breath, causing a cold sensation on her nipple. Rewarded with a sharp inhale and her desperate groan for more, I smile against the heavy, soft, swell of her breast before turning my attention to the other nipple. I repeat the process, the constant change between hot and cold, wet and dry against her flesh, whipping her into a frenzy, tantalizing and teasing her until I can smell her arousal. I have to have a taste, even a small one… just for now.

  I don’t
touch her, don’t alert her to where my attention is drawn. I simply fill my mouth with Champagne, grab a cube of ice from the other glass and move down the table. I gently pull aside the lace of her panties, feeling how wet they are in anticipation of what I have planned. I run my nose up the length of her folds, scenting her; rock-fucking-hard in my pants at how phenomenal she is. I draw in a deep breath, eliciting a gasp from her, before parting my lips, letting the crisp liquid bubble against her clit as I circle the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh God… Yes!”

  I reluctantly lift my head.

  “Did I say you could speak, Nyx?”

  “No, Master.” She can barely speak through her jagged breaths, and it is so fucking sexy.

  “Well, I suggest you keep quiet then. I would really hate to have to deny you tonight. Your pussy is so damn sweet. I could eat you for hours, and if I have to deny myself that pleasure to punish you, then you will most definitely regret it.” I drag my tongue slowly from her soaking wet entrance, up through her folds and over her clit in one luscious lick. “Are you going to keep quiet until I tell you otherwise?”

  “Yes… Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”

  “Good girl.” I place the ice cube that’s beginning to melt in my hand, into my mouth, before going down on her.

  I hear her whimpers as she struggles to contain the screams that my touch inspires, and it is so fucking hot. I glance up the length of her body, the contrast of hot and cold working to bring her to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. Her breasts are tight and her nipples hard, her head is thrown back with the blindfold still in place. She’s fighting against the restraints with her arms as she bites down hard on her lip.

  I feel like my balls are going to explode when I pull away, leaving her frustrated and desperate for relief. So much of what gets me off is the anticipation. Of taking a woman’s body to the point where she would beg for her release. With Vittoria, that feeling has only intensified. I’ve waited a very long time for tonight, and I plan to draw it out for as long as I can stand it, before I physically need to be inside her.