Sasha's Game

by Candace Smith

  “I manage not to have a cell phone, so you get stuck buying me one. I lose the room at my apartment, so you end up letting me stay with you so I don’t end up in some shelter or something. Now the job I have waiting at the end of the summer disappears.” Sasha dropped onto the sofa.

  Darien walked over, sat down next to her and took her hands. “You certainly see things differently to the way I do.”

  “Face it, Darien, I’m a walking disaster when it comes to you.”

  “I searched for you for almost four months after you left Brian, and when I finally located you at ‘Finnegan’s’. I was afraid you would remember me from the Lion’s Den and not give me a chance. I get Katie to drop off an employee card for a night of free drinks, and does Sasha show up? Nope. It takes another three weeks for the girls to talk you into going with them. The doorman calls me just as I’m getting ready to head to the apartment and informs me you’re at the club. I didn’t think you were showing, and I let the bartender set up to relieve Paul off early. I run a bartender short so Paul can distract Liz. I knew the guys Angie and Beth had been seeing at the club had already been at the bar for half an hour.

  “The cell phone was a selfish gift on my part, so I didn’t lose track of you again. It was a surprise to me how well Paul and Liz hit it off. I had eventually planned on moving you in, of course, but his decision left us all unprepared. I thought he’d given up on photography. Apparently, Liz is encouraging him.

  “Now, unless you set ‘Finnegan’s’ on fire, and as I recall you were rather busy last night, how can you feel responsible for your job situation?”

  Sasha had stopped listening after the part about the set up to get her to the club. “You did all that just to meet me?”

  Darien stood and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Sasha, you are incredibly ignorant of the affect you have on me, and if you weren’t headed to William’s tomorrow, I’d have your ass down in the game room right now.” He smiled at the flicker of desire in her eyes. “As it is, I have two days without you ahead of me, and then two days to get you ready for Nevada. As you seem intent on blaming this unfortunate life I’ve forced onto you on yourself, you’ll feel deserving of William’s training and curse me the whole time you’re there. For now, we need to go shopping and pick up a few things for Nevada.”

  “I have a closet full of clothes you bought me, and I haven’t even unpacked any of my things,” Sasha reminded him.

  Darien raised his brows. “Well, unless you plan on carrying your things in boxes, we need to get you luggage and a few accessories.”

  Sasha had to agree. She had used her grandparents’ old suitcases to move to college, and by the time she made it to campus they were not even good enough to donate to charity. She tossed them out when she moved to Debbie’s, and actually did have to move her things to Liz’s in boxes. “Okay, you’re right. I need a suitcase.”

  Darien hugged her. “I have a few more things I need to pick up for you.”

  They drove into the city towards Northbrook, the expensive area Sasha was unfamiliar with, and Darien said, “Katie’s meeting us at ‘La Chic’ at two.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s a women’s specialty store. I’ll explain when we get there.”

  Darien purchased her an outrageously expensive luggage ensemble.

  “The makeup case cost five times as much as my purse,” Sasha complained.

  Darien touched the strap of the designer bag he had picked out with her outfit that morning. “Not this purse,” he chuckled.

  Sasha groaned, but knew arguing would get her nowhere. The next stop was a perfume shop where a package was already waiting, filled with a certain scent Darien liked in perfume, salts, oils and everything else that matched.

  Next was the jeweler, where Darien selected a few gold chokers for her. Sasha thought she was discrete as she kept picking out less expensive ones, and it finally occurred to her that each time she suggested one that was smaller, Darien reached for an even larger one than he had chosen before.

  As Sasha was choosing another one, Darien leaned down and whispered, “Keep going, Sasha, and we won’t be able to see your neck. Sasha quietly asked if they could go back to his first choice, and he agreed. “You’re not collared, yet. The choker is a sign of commitment. I’m a wealthy man, and for you to be shown off in anything less is an insult to our relationship.”

  He bought her a robe, slippers and nightgown, things he had neglected to purchase before. They had a light lunch at ‘Sparrows’ where Sasha was surprised the hostess remembered her name, and after they finished, they made their way to ‘La Chic’ to meet Kate.

  “Thanks for getting me out of the house. I don’t like to hang around the club the first few weeks Edmond settles in. How are you doing today, Sasha? How’s your back?”

  “I’m fine, Kate.” Sasha rolled her shoulders. “Eric knows what he’s doing and poor Mel suffered the brunt of the blows,” Sasha admitted.

  “It sure didn’t look that way from where I was sitting,” Kate assured her.

  “It’s true. They decided on it during the dress rehearsal,” Sasha informed her.

  “You did a dress rehearsal for that? You mean, he whipped you for practice?” Kate was re-thinking her training appointment.

  “No, for the rehearsal Eric used a cotton whip,” Sasha laughed. “Watch out for it. When it slides down your body it is extremely arousing.”

  Kate was visibly relieved. “Darien, Georgie’s in the back. He’ll be right out.”

  Sasha looked around the small shop and noticed there were only a few glamorous gowns on display. “What are we doing here?”

  “Darien’s ordering your gown for your collaring, and Georgie needs to get your measurements,” Katie informed her.

  “Are we supposed to be going through catalogs or something to pick one out?” Sasha asked.

  Kate glanced at Darien. “I think Darien’s found the one he wants.”

  “It’s going to be a surprise, Sasha. Don’t ask Katie questions about it.”

  “Yes, sir. Like I make any decisions any more,” she mumbled.

  Darien brought the prom picture to Kate while Sasha was at Eric’s, and he explained exactly what he wanted with the minor changes he needed to be made. Kate was going to stay behind and instruct the tailor after he had recorded Sasha’s measurements.

  The short, older man came out from the back and gushed over Sasha. He spent almost half an hour measuring every inch of her body’s circumferences, lengths and distances. Her grandma had done a few measurements for the clothes she had sewn for her as she was growing up, but nothing as detailed as this man was doing. She felt as though she had had a full CAT-scan by the time he wrote down his last figures.

  After they finished with the tailor and said goodbye to Kate, it was time to go home. Sasha was relieved to be heading back towards the mountain. She had no idea how tiring an all-day shopping expedition could be.

  It was Clara’s half day, and they found the dinner she had left for them to heat up. Sasha curled up with Darien to watch an old movie afterwards, and at some point she fell asleep. Darien must have carried her upstairs, because the next thing she was aware of was waking up in bed with sunlight shining through the window.

  Over breakfast, Darien explained more about William to her. “William is a much more severe Master than Eric. He’s almost a sadist, Sasha, and although he won’t do anything that will permanently mark you, William is aroused by suffering and pain, both physical and mental. This is going to be a difficult two days for you.”

  Darien could tell she was getting nervous as her usually enthusiastic enjoyment over her meal slowed down to occasional bites. He also noticed the flash of desire that briefly crossed her features as he discussed William’s strict measures.

  “I have no idea what he’s going to ask of you. You may end up spending the entire two days quite literally locked in a cage or hanging in his game room. William is concerned with his own gr
atification and is quick to figure out exactly what torments you most. Veronica considers herself to be the perfect sub, but in reality, she borders on being a masochist. I think that’s why it took her so long to find a Dom that would suit her. Remember, it’s only for two days. Do everything William tells you to do.”

  “You know I will, Darien,” she replied in a quiet tone.

  William’s home was on a good-sized private lake shared by only one other home across the water, which was empty most of the year. Sasha stared at the massive stone structure with the ivy growing up the walls, and the black iron fence. It looked depressing and ominous, and it appeared that the sunshine did not dare cross the boundaries of the estate, as even in the morning there was nothing but shadows. Darien’s description of what she could expect with William the next two days certainly did not help.

  With faltering, hesitant steps, Sasha followed Darien up to the heavy wooden door, and considered running back to the car. Darien took her hand and said, “Concentrate on what you learn and feel while you are here.”

  “Yes, sir,” she gulped. Other than a small case with her toiletries, Darien had not laid out anything else for her to bring.

  William answered the door wearing dark slacks and a black silk shirt. His dark hair was combed straight back without a hair out of place, as usual. His eyes studied her for a moment, and she almost felt her fear being inhaled by him. Darien was right. The more frightened she became, the more apparent the desire behind his eyes. ‘Oh, shit.’

  She hoped Darien would mention something about a safe word to him, because Sasha intended to use it often. Whatever brief words Darien and William exchanged were lost to her, and when Darien kissed her cheek and turned to leave, Sasha’s voice froze. She found she could not look away from William’s compelling gaze. She may have murmured goodbye to Darien, but she was not sure. William took her hand and pulled her inside the dismal home, and closed the door.

  As his penetrating eyes looked down on her, she wanted to shrink into the floor. William’s eyes were almost smiling, but it looked like a cruel expression, nonetheless. In a steady voice, he said, “You will not speak unless you are asked a question. The only appropriate response is ‘Yes Master’. Do you understand?”

  Sasha silently nodded her head, and his open hand smashed across her cheek. If he had not been holding her other hand, Sasha would have been thrown across the room. Her eyes filled with tears as the shock registered that he had just slapped her.

  “The only appropriate response is, ‘Yes Master’. I did not give you permission to answer by nodding your head. Do you understand?”

  Sasha’s lips trembled and a shaky, “Yes Master,” managed to pass her lips. ‘He’s going to kill me, and no one will ever find me in this dungeon.’

  William tugged her along the stone floor, and she forced her feet to follow him deeper into the gloomy interior. He took a key and opened a door by the stairs leading to the second floor. The door he opened led to another set of stairs descending down into darkness.

  William pulled the silent girl behind him. He knew she was already terrified, but Darien told him to submerge her in the darker side of their passion. The day before had been rough for Ronnie as William became more excited, anticipating the arrival of this new little morsel. He had been impressed with her responses at the ceremony, and agreed with Darien’s assessment that Sasha had strong, submissive abilities. She was no weakling like Kate and Melinda, and with Darien’s permission, it excited him not to have to hold back.

  When they reached the bottom of the staircase, the air was cooler and musty, and Sasha had a feeling that if she reached out to one of the stone walls it would be damp. William flipped a switch, and lighting recessed into the rocks by the ceiling cast a yellow mist over the dank surroundings. Her eyes widened and she had no sense of her legs moving as she was towed across the room.

  She was in the middle of a space that was not something she could have ever imagined herself considering as a game room. The devices here did not look erotic; they looked torturous and evil. There were four small cells in the corners bordering the chamber, and William opened the door to one, pushed her inside and glared at her for a moment. Sasha shrunk back against the wall. “Strip,” he ordered.

  Sasha stood silently staring back at him. In two strides, he crossed the space and slapped her again, and she rocked into the metal bars on the side of the cage.

  “The only appropriate response is, ‘Yes Master’.”

  She panicked and bolted towards the door, but William’s strong arm easily snaked out to capture her. She shook in fear as her tears fell, and she whispered, “Yes Master.”

  He locked the cell door and left without looking back. Sasha’s trembling fingers began removing her clothes as she shuddered, sobbed and silently begged Darien to return for her. Being here was a mistake. There was no way she could spend two days with this man.

  Sasha folded her clothes, put them on her purse and she sat on the thin mattress on the cold stone floor, hoping William would forget about her. She had no sense of time and jerked nervously when she heard the heavy door to the stairs being opened. Her bladder felt ready to explode and she was really frightened it would let go if William came near her again.

  Relief flooded through her as Ronnie walked across the room, and when she unlocked the door Sasha threw her arms around her and sobbed. Ronnie gave her a few moments to calm down and said, “William is giving me one hour to teach you the basics, and if I can’t do it then we’ll both be punished.”

  “Ronnie, you need to call Darien to come get me.”

  The tall blonde put a finger to Sasha’s lips, quieting her. “That’s not going to happen. Darien was quite specific with William that it was imperative he train you…his way.”

  “But Darien doesn’t understand what William is like, Ronnie. He wouldn’t have said that if he knew how scared I was.”

  “Sasha, Darien knows exactly what we’re like. He’s spent more time with us than any of the other partners.”

  Sasha’s eyes slowly took in the room as Ronnie’s words sunk in, and she thought about what Clara had told her, and that Darien leaned more towards William’s propensities. Her mind was reeling. This was really what Darien wanted for her? She pictured his wavy black hair and shining blue eyes and she almost felt his hands on her. Looking at the whips lined up on the wall, and the chains, and odd restraining equipment, her body registered the excitement and desire she felt when Darien played his games with her.

  Clara said he leaned towards William’s ideas. Darien told her William was a sadist, something Darien was not. He became aroused by Sasha’s responses, but always made sure she had a safe word to beg off if it became too much. Eric was at one end of the scale, William the other. Darien would not be like this, but he was determined she should experience it. Sasha could have told him in the driveway this was not what she was looking for.

  Ronnie stood in silence, waiting for Sasha to digest what Darien expected from her. William prepared her for Sasha’s reaction and ordered her to wait for the young woman’s decision on whether to back out, and as much as Veronica wanted to plead with her, she remained silent.

  She knew the exact moment Sasha made her decision. Sasha straightened her shoulders and turned her eyes back to her. “We better get busy.”

  “If you have to pee, use the bucket in the corner. You may not get another chance for a while.”

  Sasha dashed to the corner, and when she had finished, Ronnie strapped wrist and ankle cuffs on her and put a thick leather collar around her neck. “Keep your hair in a braid like this. You may end up hanging by it, but if you leave it down it will be worse,” she advised her.

  They spent the remaining hour with Ronnie teaching her the proper way to kneel and stand, and reminding her that no matter what William said the response was, ‘Yes Master’. Ronnie would be on William’s right and Sasha to his left whenever they were kneeling or walking two steps behind him. William would instruct her o
n everything else, and she was not to ask questions or presume to do anything on her own. Sasha was scared to death.

  “The only time we relax is when, and if, William announces it at dinner. Remember, you are Darien’s property. William is going to do what Darien requested to train you, but he won’t injure you. Try to feel what you can out of this. It’s hard for me to explain because I crave William’s cruelty, and I have a feeling I’m going to be jealous as hell over the attention he’s giving you.”

  “Trust me, you can have his attention,” Sasha laughed nervously. “Is there any kind of safe word? Darien gave me one when the ceremony began.”

  “No. William is an expert at reading your body and eyes to see if you’ve reached your limit, and he won’t let you make that decision,” Ronnie answered.

  They heard the door opening and Ronnie pulled her out of the cage towards the center of the room. “Remember to keep quiet and keep your eyes down unless he orders you to look at him,” were her last words.

  Ronnie and Sasha knelt on the cold floor, naked except for their cuffs and collars. Sasha shook silently as she noticed the details of the black boots in front of her.

  William looked down at the two women kneeling in front of him, and a rush of erotic power forced his cock to fill and press against the front of his leather pants. “Service me,” he ordered.

  Ronnie immediately said, “Yes, Master,” and Sasha quickly answered the same.

  Sasha followed Ronnie, shuffling forward on her knees. Her trembling fingers were beside Ronnie’s as they released his erection and the two women began laving his shaft and balls with their tongues and hands.

  An insane notion that his taste hinted of the same spice as Darien, blinked through Sasha’s mind as she worked at her task. She wondered if they used the same soaps and colognes, and she wondered everything inane she could come up with so she would not have to think about the terrifying man who now pushed Ronnie out of the way, grabbed Sasha’s head, and forced his cock down her throat.

  As hard as she tried, she could not relax, and the rod pushing at the back of her mouth forced her to gag as it pressed at the tightened muscles. She was sobbing as she tried to frantically suck and lick, keeping her quivering hands gentle as she worked his bloated sack. She finally felt him tighten, and his hands gripped her head as he pushed past her blocked throat and spilled inside her with a groan. He tossed her away and she lay sobbing on the floor.