by Sienna Parks
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
My eyes dart up to meet his. He has the most stunning smile, sexy, smoldering, and dripping with the promise of the most divine sin. It touches his eyes, making them sparkle with an intensity unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. They are the deepest blue with a ring of green around the center, and they call to me on a molecular level, drawing me in, entreating me to see myself through them.
His hair is longer than the last time I saw him, styled to messy perfection, just screaming for me to grab hold and pull. He looks every inch the dark and dangerous Dominant I know him to be.
“I asked you a question, Nyx. Have you forgotten how this works? If I don’t get an answer, you’ll be bent over that vanity so fast it’ll make your head spin, and I’ll make sure your ass matches that sexy red lipstick you’re wearing.”
The sight of him has me in a trance; the edge in his voice snapping me out of it. “I’m sorry, Master Fitzgerald. I was thinking about how hot you look in that suit, and how badly I’ve missed feeling every glorious inch of you inside me, claiming me as yours.”
“I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your dirty little mouth. Don’t worry, my sweet submissive, I’ll make sure you get what you want. Now get over here and give your Master a kiss. It’s been four months, and I don’t think I can wait a moment longer.”
“And why would I do that when you promise such fun if I refuse? The vanity sounds too enticing for words.”
A sexy, mischievous grin spreads across his face, and he’s on me in seconds, his strong hands snaking around my waist, pulling me effortlessly up and into his arms. Our lips collide in an earth-shattering kiss, his tongue forcing entry into my mouth, claiming me with primal desire. His touch is raw and rough, and yet he always handles me with such tenderness; a heady juxtaposition of sensations that drive me wild.
He spins us round, one arm holding me, the other sweeping everything off my vanity, clearing space for him to set me down. He breaks our kiss just long enough to rip my robe off my shoulders, exposing my naked flesh to his hungry gaze. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so goddamn much. I can’t wait. I need you, now.”
“I’m yours.”
He bites down on my shoulder. “I know.”
I loosen his belt and push his pants down just enough for him to spring free. His hands and lips are everywhere as he takes me with one hard thrust, and it’s euphoric! We lose ourselves in whispered words of love, and screams of passion, bringing us back to each other after so long apart.
When we’re sated and soothed, he pulls me close, and holds me for the longest time. I savor the smell of him and how safe I feel in his arms. It’s the first time in months that I’ve felt calm, like all is right in the world; in my world. “I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t even explain how much I’ve missed you.”
“You don’t have to explain. I feel the same way. I’ve never been so happy to see someone in my entire life!”
I chuckle, taking in the sight of my dressing room. “Yeah, I can see that by the carnage that surrounds us.” My makeup is all over the floor, broken and smeared on the carpet. The mirror is covered in Logan’s handprints, and the imprint of my hair glitter from my performance all over the glass.
He looks around, laughing along with me at how we’ve destroyed the room in our eagerness to reconnect. “Holy Shit! What can I say? When I have to have you… I have to have you.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me, but dinner will have to wait until I’ve cleaned all of this up.”
I drop to my knees, gathering all the items that were swept from my vanity in the heat of the moment, but Logan grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. “As much as I love to see you naked on your knees, I don’t want you doing it to clear up the mess I’ve made. There’s only one reason to be on your knees in front of me, and now is not the time, unfortunately. I’ll make sure this gets sorted, but for now, I want you to get dressed so I can take you out and feed you.”
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”
“God, you make me hard when you say that.”
I lick my lips seductively, running my hands down my body as I turn to fetch my dress from the closet. It’s like a red rag to a bull, and he takes me again, hard and fast, and oh so delicious, before we finally get dressed and head out to dinner.
Logan’s been here for half a day, but has somehow managed to get us a reservation at one of the most prestigious restaurants in Paris. It’s incredible – the food, the wine, and the company. I don’t want to mention it, but my ankle is really hurting after tonight’s performance. If I did, he would cancel dinner and have me resting back at the hotel. I won’t let our small window of time be ruined by my stupid body refusing to heal for me. I’m managing to keep it under control with painkillers, and that will have to do for now. I don’t want Logan to find out, so I wait until he goes to the restroom, to down a few tablets with my glass of wine, and when he returns to the table, he has news.
“I have a surprise for you while I’m here in Paris.”
“I love surprises! But, I’m just so glad you’re here, I don’t care what we do or where we go.”
He takes my hands in his across the table, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. I’ve been starved of his touch for so long, even the smallest caress is like manna in the dessert.
“I’ve been asked to do a shibari Master class at Club Désir tomorrow night. I told them that I would have to confirm once I’d spoken to my submissive. What do you think? Would you like to be my muse, and let me work you into a piece of art? More beautiful that anything in the Louvre.”
His voice is so commanding, and sincere; I couldn’t possibly refuse him, even if I wanted to. It’s an honor to have a Master such as Logan demonstrate something as intricate and specialized as shibari on me. “I would love that. It’s been so long since we’ve been to Andromeda together. I miss it.”
He moves his thumbs across my knuckles, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. “I’m glad. I’ve missed it, too. I’ve missed seeing you ready and waiting for me, or seeing you in chains on my cross. I’ve arranged for us to have a private room after the demonstration, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait to get you back to the hotel.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He always says the sweetest things, without making them sound clichéd or cheesy; something in his voice makes it sound so sexy and… honest.
“And you’re quite the smooth talker.”
“Just being honest. Now enough about me, I want to know what’s been going on with you. How is your ankle now that you’re back dancing full-time?”
I don’t want to lie to him, but I know he’ll worry about me if I tell him how much it still hurts. I haven’t told the physio either. He wouldn’t let me dance if he knew how much pain I’m in every night. It almost killed me taking time away from it before. I can’t do it again. I’ve been managing my own pain, visiting doctors in every city to get prescriptions for Vicodin, because I can’t let the ballet company doctor find out about it. He works closely with the physio and they would have me replaced in a heartbeat. If I time it properly, I can get through the full performance without any adverse effects on my dancing ability, but within an hour of the curtain going down, I can barely stand. I took a few extra pills tonight to make sure that Logan doesn’t see that happen. I should be able to make it back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow without it becoming too much for me.
“Earth to Vittoria. Did you hear me? Or am I boring you already?”
I was so busy thinking about my deception, I forgot to answer the question. “Sorry. Of course you’re not boring me, I’m just exhausted after the performance, followed by your… performance in my dressing room. Throw in some sparkling wine, and I’m feeling a little out of it.”
“I’ll get the check and we’ll go. My ballerina needs her rest, and as always, your wellbeing is my primary concern, my beautiful Nyx.”
&nb
sp; As promised, Logan settles the bill and leads me out of the restaurant to hail a cab back to the hotel. I must have misjudged my pills, or the alcohol is affecting me more because of them, because I barely make it out of the door before my ankle gives way and I lose my footing. Logan reacts at lightning speed, taking my weight and pulling me close. “Are you okay? Is it your ankle?” He scoops me up into his arms as we wait for the valet to get us a cab, and all I want to do is cry. I want to confess everything to him, but I can’t.
“Just too much Champagne and heels that are far too high.”
“Are you sure? You’d tell me if it was your ankle, wouldn’t you?”
He looks at me, staring into my soul as I lie to his face. “Of course.” My heart drops into my stomach as I nestle against his warm chest, hanging my head in shame. I haven’t seen him in four months, my Master, the love of my life, and yet, here I am, lying to him. I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’ve always known that I’m not good enough for him; that my darkness would taint his goodness, but instead of fighting it, I’m making it a reality, and I hate myself for it.
He spends the rest of the night taking care of me, after lifting me in and out of the cab, and carrying me up to our hotel room. He runs me a bath, washing every inch of me with such sweet tenderness, before putting me to bed, and crawling in beside me. I fall asleep content, for the first time in months – four months to be exact. My nightmares subside and the physical pain I feel in my waking hours, fades into insignificance, wrapped in the arms of the man I love.
“Are you ready to leave for Désir?”
“Yeah. I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been outside of a playroom before.”
Logan pulls me into his arms, his scent soothing my anxiety. “I spoke to the Master of the club last night. I laid down the ground rules for having us in the main hall. I told him that you will not be naked. I can show them everything they need to know without them seeing you like that. You’re mine, and the thought of anyone seeing what’s mine, makes me so angry I can hardly breathe.”
“Thank God! I would have done as you asked, but I really didn’t want to be completely naked in front of all those people.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Remember the rules. You need to let me know your limits. It’s the only way I can protect you and make sure that I’m not pushing you past what you can handle.”
I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry. It’s been so long since we’ve been together, and I wanted to please you. We’ve had such a wonderful day today, talking and walking, and just being together. I didn’t want to ruin that with a clinical discussion of hard limits.”
He cups my face in his large, warm hands, forcing me to look at him. “Nothing between us is clinical, Nyx. Not ever.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He holds me close, stroking his hands up and down my back until my body relaxes, melting into his strong, broad frame. I breathe in his masculine scent, letting it wash over me, giving me the confidence to go through with tonight. “I explicitly told the club that it is a view-only class. No one is allowed to touch you, or participate in any way. It’s just you and me. All you have to do is focus on me; my voice; my hands on your body.” I let out a breath, I didn’t know I was holding, the tension leaving my body. “Vittoria.” He pulls away, holding my shoulders with his hands, staring at me, looking for answers. “You’ve been worried about this. I can cancel. I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable. That’s why I wanted to ask you first. You can’t lie to me. I know it’s been hard, us being apart, but I’m your Master, and you need to respect that at all times, distance or not. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”
“Good girl. So, what do you want to do? Do you want me to cancel, and I can perform my Master class for your eyes only? It’s well worth seeing!”
“I’m sure it is… and that’s why I want to go with you. You’re so talented. I’ve seen your work before. I stood in the back at one of your demonstrations in New York. It was… breathtaking, and heartbreaking. I so wanted it to be me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
I caress his face with my hand, touched by his sentiments. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I chose not to tell you back then. I wanted to, but I was scared. Don’t ever be sorry for who you are. I love everything about you, and without your past, you wouldn’t be the man standing before me. The man I’ve fallen head over heels in love with.”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
I lower my gaze, uncomfortable at the thought of him putting me on a pedestal. “I’m the lucky one.” His lips find mine, erasing all of my worries and insecurities, surrounding me with love and acceptance.
“Are you sure about this? About, the demonstration?”
“Yes. I’m sure. I trust you. Let’s go. I’m desperate to be bound by you, Master Fitzgerald.”
We leave for the club, hand in hand, full of anticipation for the night ahead. I’m still apprehensive about being so vulnerable in a room full of strangers, but I want to do this, for him, and for myself. I won’t live the rest of my life in the shadow of my own fears.
The décor is sumptuous and inviting, the private rooms fully equipped with everything a submissive could ever want for a night of extreme pleasure and pain at the hands of her Dom. The main hall has been set up for the demonstration with a leather table in the center and the ropes that will bind me, resting on top.
Seeing the way Logan commands the room is such a turn-on. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with desire, the anticipation of his touch causing butterflies to swarm in my stomach. He takes my hand in his, pulling me into his side.
“Are you ready, Nyx?”
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald. I’m ready.”
He leads me through the crowd, over to the table, and I can feel my hands shaking.
“Take off your robe.” I do as he asks, the eyes of everyone around us focused on me. I drop the robe to the floor, letting it pool at my feet.
My Master has me dressed in a stunning outfit this evening, tailored specifically for me, and conducive to what he wants to do with the ropes. I’m wearing deep purple, satin ballet shoes, with jewel encrusted ribbons that he tied in the most intricate, striking knots; up over my ankles and twisting around my calves. They complement the deep purple lace panties I’m wearing, perfectly. I have a fitted miniature tutu, unlike anything I’ve ever worn before; sexy and sensual, and perfect for me. Instead of a bra, he has chosen a lace effect body art that covers my now tightly budded nipples, tapering off to the sides in an elegant swirling pattern. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrors on the far side of the room. I look… beautiful. I feel beautiful.
“You are stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. “Will you dance for me while I prepare the ropes for you?”
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald.” He nods in the direction of the DJ, and the music blaring through the speakers stops; Désir momentarily plunged into silence, before something familiar starts playing. It’s Tempo di Valse from Act 1 of Swan Lake.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t look at anyone but me. You’re mine, Nyx. Every magnificent inch of you is mine.”
My breathing is heavy and erratic as he lifts the ropes in front of him, his eyes never leaving mine as I begin to dance for him… only for him.
I took enough painkillers to ensure that nothing we do tonight could hurt me, so I let myself go and enjoy the carefree feeling of dancing for my Master. I hear gasps in the crowd as I let the music guide me, but I don’t see anyone but him. He’s transfixed, his eyes hungry, brimming over with desire as he watches every move I make, his gaze lingering over my breasts as I caress my hands across my nipples. When the music fades, I bow before him and then assume my submissive position at his feet. The crowd is eerily silent, watching with baited breath.
“You may look at me.” I am consume
d with love for this man. He’s everything to me. “Who do you dance for?”
“Only for you, Master Fitzgerald.”
His hands are clasped behind his back. “I am honored. Truly.” He slowly circles me, his familiar scent invading my senses. “Are you ready to be bound, Nyx?”
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Hummingbird, Master Fitzgerald.”
“Good girl. Now stand up, your back facing me, and hold your arms outstretched behind you, crossed at the wrists.” I follow his instructions, pressing my thighs together to alleviate the pressure of my own arousal. He reads even the subtlest movements of my body, speaking quietly enough that only I can hear him. “Your arousal is making me hard, little one. I can’t wait any longer to get my hands on you.” He grabs my hands and wraps the purple ropes around my wrists, rendering me helpless, and the Master class begins.
His voice is bold and commanding as he addresses the crowd, who close in around us to better see my Master’s work. “You should always begin your rope work by binding your submissive’s wrists. That way, you have complete control over her body as you continue. Depending on their experience and level of discipline, you may also want to bind their feet. A simple line from the wrists down to the ankles would suffice, and repeat the knotting sequence I’m showing you now. The length of rope between can always be worked into the design. In this case, Nyx, is a disciplined and obedient submissive, who does not require her feet to be bound at this early stage, instead I will incorporate that into my chosen design, later in the demonstration.”
The juxtaposition of the unforgiving rope, and the gentle caress of his fingers on my skin as he works, has my senses at a fever pitch. I can feel my panties growing wet as he works the ropes around my breasts, tying the most beautiful and intricate knots, showcasing every line and curve to perfection. He frames the lace body art around my nipples, integrating them into the design. I know he can feel my breasts, heavy with desire, and desperate for his touch.
