“If she’d taken the time to question what you wanted out of your relationship, she would have known better. Marie is only interested in self-gratification. Darien has made sure I am exposed to all spectrums of the lifestyle, and incorporates what brings us both pleasure.”
“It’s obvious to everyone the two of you are a perfect match. I feel that way about Bonita and I think she feels the same towards me, but she’s afraid I’m only grateful to her for rescuing me. Naturally, I’m grateful, but my feelings go deeper than that, and I think eventually she’ll trust the feelings I have for her.”
Marco had been gathering items and putting them on a side table while they talked, and now he walked over to her. “Turn around.”
Sasha did as he asked and she heard her zipper being lowered. Her dress slid to the floor and she took off her shoes, stockings and damp panties. Marco fixed cuffs on her wrists and ankles and led her to the ceiling chain, then he stripped and walked over to the cross and they waited for the Masters to appear.
As the footsteps approached, Sasha and Marco gasped in unison. They glanced at each other, mirrored arousal was in their eyes. Anxiously, they watched the door. Nothing happened. Sasha’s eyes roamed over the light whips and soft covered floggers, and she squeezed her legs as juice glistened down her thighs. Marco’s erection was twitching as his eyes burned through the door, willing it to open.
It finally moved, and as the four Masters walked in, the two companions jerked and their intake of breath could be heard across the room. Bonita was delighted. “I told you. It’s too bad you don’t live closer, Darien. They’re going to be extremely enticing to watch.”
Both companions stood by their bondage racks, unconsciously clenching and opening their fists, anticipating whatever erotic tortures the Masters decided to employ. Sasha was somewhat curious about what would happen to Marco, as she had never really seen a male submissive prior to Marie’s soirée.
Bonita and Darien picked up ball gags from the table and approached their companions, and Sasha’s trusting eyes looked up at Darien as she opened her mouth. After they were gagged, Marco and Sasha were placed so that they were facing each other, and Sasha’s hands were raised so that she was standing on her toes while her wrists were secured behind Marco’s neck. His wrists were attached behind Sasha’s back.
Another belt was wrapped around the couple’s waists and pulled so tight that Sasha’s toes left the floor and she was hanging by her bound wrists. She rested her cheek against Marco’s chest between his nipples as she waited for the next step in the game. His skin was warm against her face and she listened to his hammering heartbeat, realizing he was just as aroused as she was. Their legs were spread and straps were wrapped around their thighs so they were standing spread-eagle with Marco’s neck supporting Sasha’s weight.
Sasha felt something happening as hands worked between their legs, and she squeezed her eyes closed as fingers brushed across her pussy. A moment later her labia was spread, and Marco’s swollen cock was pulled tight against her slit and up the spread crease of her ass cheeks. She realized his erection had somehow been secured to the back of the belt holding them together at the waist.
When Sasha released the tension on her arms, she was effectively straddling Marco’s cock like a saddle, and she immediately reduced the strain on his hardened rod by lifting herself with her arms again. The contractions pulsing in her core were matching the pulsing of his shaft, and when Sasha felt him twitch, her juices trailed down the sides of his cock.
She briefly opened her eyes and saw Darien approaching her with the blindfold, and she shook her head. The thought of being held immobile against Bonita’s handsome companion, gagged and blinded, made her uneasy, but the natural response from her body was to release more juices while she squirmed.
Bonita had also blindfolded Marco, and Sasha felt him tremble and his cock twitch up against her slick channel. The Masters and Mistress were not done preparing the two companions for the game. Sasha felt her hair swept over her shoulder so it trailed down between the two connected bodies, and her head was held still as a plug was inserted into her ear. Her head was turned and the procedure was applied to the other side.
She could not see or hear, and the connection against Marco’s aroused body was making it difficult to distinguish who was initiating the throbbing and quivering responses. Sasha jumped as she felt a soft implement with trailing strips caress her back, and at the moment the trails stroked her bottom, Marco jerked into her and his cock thumped up into her folds.
Sasha tried to visualize what was happening, and she thought that while she was being seduced with the flogger, Marco was being whipped. The visualization quickly disappeared as she felt Marco’s body begin to undulate against her, and then the delayed burn of the strips of leather across her lower back and ass registered as a hard lash against her.
Once again, the cruel instrument gently stroked the length of her body, and she felt Marco stiffen and rock against her as he received the brutal strike of the whip. Two more times it alternated, so the companions were aware that their partner’s gentle rubbing against their body in response to the soft caress of the flogger down their back, had them preparing for the strike of the lash against their own flesh.
Several minutes passed when Sasha was not touched. She felt Marco’s cock jerk and his hips slowly rub against her, and she prepared for the whip to strike. Her ass clenched in anticipation, and Marco’s shaft beat up against her slickness in response. Soft caresses stroked her back and she whimpered, knowing Marco would soon rock into her, and then she would feel the pain.
At some point, she had stopped trying to hold herself up by her straining arms, and a good deal of her weight was resting on Marco’s swollen organ. Marco was ecstatic at the erotic painful pushing on his cock, and shivered with desire. Sasha was dripping copious sexual juices that tickled the sides of his stretched flesh, and there was a steady leaking from the slit in his purple-hued crown.
The game changed, and now, the companions were either being seductively caressed or whipped at the same time, and their aroused bodies were either rubbing passionately against each other or jerking in spasmodic agony at the lash. Unexpectedly, Marco stiffened, and as the whip struck them both, she felt his cum erupt onto her back. She climaxed in response.
The exhausted companions were unbound, the earplugs, blindfolds and gags removed, and they collapsed into each other’s arms. When they finally composed themselves enough to be aware of their surroundings, Brandon and Gordon were gone and Bonita and Darien were standing across from them sipping wine.
“I’m afraid our dinner guests had to leave about half way through our game.” Bonita’s dark eyes were piercing Marco with desire.
“This turned out to be more arousing than even we had anticipated, and they made rather weak excuses, really, to get back to their homes with their own companions. Sasha, you were magnificent, my love,” Darien said.
Sasha’s weary eyes smiled up at him, and she was thrilled that he was pleased with her. Marco helped her stand and Darien assisted her in getting dressed. Marco did not bother to dress, as it was clear that as soon as their guests departed Bonita had plans for her submissive.
They promised to meet again the next time Darien traveled to Nevada. Sasha fell asleep in the car and vaguely remembered getting back to the apartment and curling into Darien when they got into bed. The next day, they left for Florida.
CHAPTER XI
Sasha enjoyed the beaches and warm water in Florida, the thrilling nightlife, shows and erotic clubs of New York, and the brief stay at the club in Dallas.
By the time they got to New Mexico, she was ready to go home. It was easy to see why Darien liked the ranch so much. Sasha enjoyed two days of riding horses on the trails before she endured the promised laser procedure, making riding out of the question.
When they had arrived at the ranch, Darien had a package waiting. It was from Eric and Melinda and contained DVD recordings of Kate an
d Veronica’s stage performances. Kate looked like she was enjoying herself, while Veronica looked completely pissed off. Darien and Sasha watched them several times, howling with laughter.
Two days before they were to fly back home, another DVD arrived, this time for Sasha. It was from Liz, and Sasha stared at it like it was some kind of dangerous object. Darien had a pretty good idea what was recorded, and settled Sasha with a glass of wine while they turned it on.
It was a recording of Liz’s collaring, with Clara and Henry present. Sasha was unaware they even knew each other, and her questioning eyes looked up at Darien. He smiled and said, “Paul is their son, Sasha. When Henry was injured, Clara had already been working for me. Paul was a teenager and determined to help his parents, so I found odd jobs for him to do until he was old enough to work at the club while we helped him through college. He’s a good match for Liz, and Clara tells me he absolutely adores her.”
While Sasha wandered the base of the buttes on the ranch, she thought about all the things that had happened since Darien had come into her life. Pieces of her old life that she thought she was leaving behind as she was forced into making difficult choices were now changing shape and fitting into the puzzle of her life.
She felt the weight of her own collaring ceremony approaching, and realized this lifestyle with Darien was a true blending of two souls. It was not something she would be able to walk away from once she entered it, and she knew she could never feel complete without Darien in her life. The brief confusion she suffered at the loss of Brian…or at least Brian’s games…would be nothing compared to the loss of Darien, and Darien had still not told her his intentions. Would he release her when they got back home?
She knew he wanted her, but she also knew he would not keep her if he thought she needed something he could not provide. The past few months, Sasha discovered that anything…and everything Darien wanted, was what she needed, and she hoped he understood that.
Darien watched Sasha walking as the mauve sunset colored the buttes, and he noticed her concentration. She had far surpassed any hopes he had for her, and he knew he was not capable of providing and maintaining the training and sexual experiences she deserved to be exposed to. He had called Brandon and asked him if he would like to further Sasha’s training, because he wanted her to go to someone she was comfortable with.
His heart was breaking as he watched the beautiful woman who had made him so proud as she continued her passionate journey, and he clenched his fists in frustration that he was not the Master she deserved. This would be hard on Sasha, he knew that, but he felt that part of his responsibility to her as a Master, after all she had done for him, was to provide her with a Master who could expose her to the sexual venues she deserved.
Sasha was quiet on the flight home, and Darien watched the clouds through the window, gently stroking her side with the arm holding her close to him. Henry picked them up from the airport and drove them home.
“How are Paul and Liz doing?” Sasha asked.
“They’re doing great. Liz has switched her studies to art and marketing, and she already has a show lined up for some of Paul’s photography,” Henry informed her.
“I’m so happy for them. Liz really stood behind me during some difficult times, and I know she’ll be great for Paul,” Sasha assured him.
Darien remained silent as Sasha and Henry discussed his son and her former roommate. Liz’s parents knew nothing about the collaring of course, and were pushing the couple towards a traditional wedding. Ironically, Paul had no problem with it, but Liz was being stubborn and insisting it was not necessary. Clara was trying to explain to her that it would just be something to make her parents feel better.
Clara hugged Sasha when they got to the house and held her at arm’s length, looking into her green eyes. They reflected back a confidence she had not seen when the young woman had left with Darien at the beginning of the summer, but a sparkle of the endearing innocence still remained.
After dinner, Darien announced he was going to the club to see how things were going. Edmond was already in the process of transferring his responsibility to Eric. Darien told Sasha to stay home and rest, suggesting he knew she would be tired after the flight home. Sasha caught a look in his eyes that made her uneasy, but when she questioned him, he shrugged it off.
In the morning, Sasha awoke in his bed alone, and she could see he had not been home. She walked down to the kitchen where Clara was working, and noticed the woman’s familiar smile was missing. “Clara, where is Darien?” Sasha asked nervously.
Clara stared out of the window over the kitchen sink, and Sasha noticed her gripping the porcelain. She continued to look at the window as she replied softly, “He stayed at the apartment last night, Sasha.”
Sasha’s heart began to sink through her stomach, and she whispered, “Why?” The fact that Clara remained silent, terrified her. “Clara, please tell me what’s going on.”
Before Clara could answer the front door banged open, and Katie, Mel and Ronnie were screaming through the halls for her. Sasha realized something terrible must have happened as her legs somehow managed to carry her to the living room.
The three women noticed Sasha’s pasty shocked expression, and mistook it to mean she already knew something had changed. Katie burst out, “He’s a damn fool, Sasha. I promise you, we’re going to get this straightened out.”
Sasha’s mouth dropped open, and as her eyes began to fill Katie realized what she had done. It was obvious Sasha had known something was wrong, but not the extent of the situation until Kate’s remark. “Oh god…Sasha, I’m sorry. We thought you…we thought he told you… oh god.” Kate slumped into a chair.
Sasha’s mind was reeling. Darien did not want to collar her, and she had no idea why. His friends and their companions already knew his intentions, and he had not told her. Sasha could feel the physical shredding of her heart and the emptiness of the hole it left behind. But this was a different Sasha from the naïve young woman they had met at the beginning of the summer, and she blinked back her tears and stood straight.
“I see. Veronica, do you think William would mind if I stayed with you until I can make other arrangements?” Sasha asked.
Kate interrupted, “Sasha, Edmond and I would be happy to have you stay with us until we get this figured out.”
“Thank you Kate, but no. There is nothing to figure out, and Darien will not think to look at William’s.” Sasha’s voice had an eerie calmness that had the three women glancing at each other.
“I’m sure William won’t mind, Sasha. You can stay with us as long as you need to,” Veronica answered.
As Sasha was leaving the room to pack, she turned to the three companions, “Please, don’t tell Darien where I am. Anything he would say to me would only be to ease his conscience, and I don’t believe he deserves that compassion right now.” The three women winced at the coldness in her voice.
Sasha packed the box of things from her private room and brought them to Darien’s bedroom where she found Clara sitting on the bench at the end of the bed, silently crying.
“Sasha, he’s wrong and he’ll realize his mistake. Please don’t leave. You’re the only woman he’s ever met that is perfect for him,” Clara begged.
“Clara, when Darien and I first got together, there was only one thing I asked of him. I gave myself to him completely, body and soul. I’ve done everything he has asked of me, and the only thing I wanted in return was his promise that he would never hurt me. I’m sorry, Clara, but staying is out of the question.”
Clara ran from the room, wiping her eyes. Sasha located the outfit she had worn to ‘Sparrows’ so long ago when she met Kate. It was the only clothing in Darien’s home that belonged to her, because Clara had sent it out with the wash the next morning.
As she slid her feet into the heels that did not quite match the color of the skirt, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She felt like she had spiraled back to the beginning, and it was diffic
ult to get her bearings. Her eyes scanned her reflection and fixed on the gold necklace Darien had given her after the ceremony. Trembling sorrow began to overtake her, and her shaking fingers finally unhooked the latch and she laid the gold chain on her pillow. Sasha picked up her box of belongings, walked downstairs, and climbed into Ronnie’s waiting car.
“Does William know I’ll be staying with you?” Sasha asked despondently.
“No, not yet,” Ronnie whispered. “He’s with the other directors at the club, trying to convince Darien what a mistake he’s making. I was afraid to call him.” Veronica reached over and took Sasha’s cool hand in hers. “I know he won’t mind, Sasha. We’re all so confused by Darien’s decision.”
They finished the drive in silence, and Veronica had Sasha put her things in her room. “I stay with William most of the time, anyway. Why don’t you change into one of the caftans? I think you’ll be more comfortable, and there are some sandals in the closet so you can get out of those shoes.
Sasha went through robotic moves to change into the flowing garment, and Veronica suggested they walk to the garden. As they strolled the pathways between the raised beds, Veronica began to cry. “Don’t Veronica, please. I’m barely holding myself together as it is.”
“We just don’t understand it. None of us do, not even the directors,” Ronnie sobbed.
They walked a few more steps, and Sasha surprised her by saying, “I do.”
Veronica took her arm and said, “What? What happened Sasha? Did something go wrong during the trip?”
They had made their way to the gazebo and sat down. Sasha turned towards Ronnie and took her hands. “No, Ronnie, nothing happened on the trip. What is broken, happened before we ever left. I just didn’t listen or comprehend it at the time. All of you tried to warn me, even Clara and Darien himself. The compatibility Darien is so desperately longing for will always elude him. No woman will ever be good enough for him…or in my case, he will never be able to be enough to satisfy what he thinks I need. He doesn’t think he deserves me, Veronica. I sensed something before we left. I just didn’t know what it was. The training during the summer just made him feel more unworthy of me.”
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