Eternally Yours: Bliss Series, Book Six

by Hall, Deanndra

  I get finished and make my way to the bar, but there’s no sign of Rayanna, so I sit down and ask for a soft drink. Brian, Clint, and I are chatting as Trish and Cirilla sit on the floor, laughing together, until I hear Brian say, “Well, would you look at that! She’s adorable.”

  I turn and I’m instantly thankful for Melina’s suggestions at the adult store. Rayanna is tiptoeing toward us in a pair of little ballet flats that match the fetwear I bought for her, and Brian’s right―she’s adorable. It’s fashioned after a bustier, but with straps, and around the entire neckline is a ruffle. That same ruffle is echoed from front to back along the high leg openings and around the waist, from which falls a tulle skirt that comes down to about mid-thigh. She looks like a princess, the outfit’s satin gleaming in the low light. I wish Melina was here to see her in it.

  “How do I look, sir?” she asks timidly as she steps up to me.

  “You’re beautiful, Precious. Just beautiful.” I don’t even think about it first, just reach out both hands to grip her waist and pull her to me. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she whispers back to me and leans in to kiss me. I swear, every time I kiss this woman, her lips are sweeter than the time before. They’re positively addictive.

  “Oh my god, I did good,” a female voice says from somewhere behind me and I release Rayanna and turn to find Melina and Boone standing there, smiling. “That looks too cute on you, honey!”

  Rayanna is beaming. “Thank you.”

  “I hear you guys are going to be scening tonight,” Boone adds.

  “Yep. And in just a few minutes too. Steffen and Sheila coming?” I ask no one in particular.

  Boone nods. “Right behind us. I think Dave and Olivia are coming too. They said they wanted to see. Dave says it’s been a long time since anybody’s done this.”

  “Well, aren’t you just pretty as a picture?” Steffen says and steps up to the group.

  Sheila almost squeals. “Oh, you look so cute! I can’t believe you’re going to have to take that off. What a shame,” she says with a grin.

  “Yeah. I’m a little nervous about that,” Rayanna says barely above a whisper.

  “You’ll be fine.” A glance at the clock tells me we’d better get started. “Maybe Dave and Olivia will be here soon. We need to get on with it. You ready?”

  “If you say I am, sir.”

  “No, if you’re not, we won’t do it.”

  She shakes her head, that gorgeous hair whipping around. “I’m fine. Really. I’m ready.”

  “Okay. Let’s go. Master Steffen, could I get you to stand by?”

  He seems surprised that I’d choose him. “Of course! I’d be honored.”

  “Great. I’ll show you what to do when I get set up. Come with me, Precious,” I announce to Rayanna and wait until she takes my hand.

  The performance area is set up. There’s a table in the middle of the space, a massage table, and it’s covered with a pad and a sheet per my instructions. Against the wall is a small rolling cart, and I pull it nearer the massage table. When I’ve plugged in the little tool I brought, I show Steffen how to check it and adjust the controls. Once I’ve made sure all my supplies are near and in order, it’s time to start.

  The membership has started to gravitate toward the edge of the platform, so it’s time to begin. “Good evening. I’m Master Lucien and this is my submissive, Precious. Tonight we’ll be scening through a demonstration of artistic wax play. For anyone who’s interested, I’ll be glad to share information on my suppliers and tools at a later time. Tonight is about playing with my submissive. Master Steffen will be assisting me.” I wait a second and watch as he gives the membership a tiny salute. “Precious, come to your master, baby.” Rayanna steps up to me hesitantly, and I give her my warmest smile. “You okay, babe?”

  “Yes, sir,” she says, but her voice is quivering.

  “I’m going to undress you. All you have to do is stand here and lift one foot or the other when I tell you to. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. Here we go.” I unzip the sides of the outfit―a clever design―and pull the straps from her shoulders. As I draw the bodice down, the air circulating in the venue hits her nipples and they harden. Thankfully, I’m staring up into her eyes and see her blush. “Natural response to a colder temperature. Nobody thinks anything of it and you shouldn’t either. You’re doing great, baby,” I whisper up to her and see a tiny little smile tug up the corners of her lips, but she’s still tense. I keep pulling until the outfit is all the way down. “Put your hands on my shoulders to brace yourself and lift your left foot. Good girl. Now your right.” Once I’ve pulled the fabric away, I have to smile.

  She’s wearing a thong.

  That makes me chuckle. Bless her heart, I didn’t tell her not to. The funniest part is that she doesn’t trim, so there’s black hair showing on either side of the triangle. Eh, my girl and I don’t mind so nobody else should either. Before I stand, I lean in and kiss her just above her pubic mound, then look up into her eyes. “You’re gorgeous. I love you, Precious.”

  “I love you too, sir.”

  “Okay. On the table, face up,” I say as I stand from my crouching position, and I watch as she heads that way. Once she’s on the table, I smile down at her. “Ready?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Okay. I’m going to put massage oil all over you. That will make things easier, but it may make the heat sting a little more. But it won’t burn you, I promise,” I tell her as I rub it on. “And keep your arms a few inches from your sides.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says again and swallows hard.

  “And I’m using this to keep you safe,” I tell her as I lay a piece of cotton batting over her navel, then one over each of her nipples.

  I turn to the audience. “I’ll start with the base and go from there.” And so it begins.

  I use a dark blue wax, one that melts very fast, and lay it all over her from the tops of her breasts to just below her waist, watching her face carefully as I go. A couple of times it seems like she’s grimacing, but then she settles right down. Once this is set, she won’t feel anything more.

  The dark blue hardens a bit in just a few minutes, so I pour on some of the lighter blue and move it around. It starts to harden in a place or two as I work, so I reach toward Steffen and he hands me the little tool. It’s a heated iron with a surface area of about two square inches, shaped like a mason’s trowel. I can melt hardening spots and move the wax around that way, but I have to be careful not to scrape down to the foundation layer. When I get it the way I want, I use white over it.

  When that’s finished, I work with black, using white and yellow for highlights. Once I’m done, the green and red comes out, with the white and black still handy. It takes me about thirty minutes and when I think I’m done, I step back and look down at my handiwork. Never mind that I did it―it’s beautiful. “Wow, that’s amazing,” I hear Steffen whisper from somewhere behind me, and I smile. I’ve never been quite sure how I wound up being artistic enough to make this work, but it’s always turned out nicely for me.

  Rayanna has been still and quiet since I started working. “I’m going to pull it off. I think it’s hard enough to remove. Just hold still―we’re almost finished.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispers. “Thank you, sir.” Something in the way she answers me makes me think she’s had about all she can take.

  Gripping the edges of the shell, I pull up and outward, careful to remember that the center may still be stuck to her skin and not wanting the whole thing to collapse. But it comes off cleanly, and there’s a murmuring and whispering within the membership. “Sit up, Precious. You need to see this.”

  And there it is. I hold it up to the audience and they start to applaud. The background is dark blue, with the lighter blue spread on it and white clouds on top of that. And in the center, sitting on a branch, with leaves and red flowers arou
nd him, is a giant crow. His eyes are steely, courtesy of the white highlighting, and his glossy black feathers stand out with help from the yellow. Hell, I’m the one who did it and I’m impressed.

  “Oh, my god, sir, that’s beautiful!” Rayanna cries out and I smile. All that trepidation and exhaustion I heard in her voice is gone.

  Once I’ve placed it gently on the floor in the corner, I reach for her and pull her to me, hugging her tight. “I had the most beautiful canvas in the world.”

  That’s the moment her tension drains away and she starts to cry, and I know it’s from relief. All that’s left is to take her to the back and make that all go away. With my help she struggles to her feet, and I just sweep her up and carry her away. I’m not worried about my stuff. Steffen and the guys will take care of it. I tap the door to the private room closed with my foot as I place her on the bed, then climb on with her. As soon as she’s in my arms, she starts to cry again, and I hear a slight rap on the door. It must be important. Otherwise, no one would dream of disturbing us. “Yes?”

  The door opens a crack and I hear Ted’s voice. “Might I come in for just a minute?”

  “Sure.”

  He drags a small chair from the other side of the room closer to the bed and sits down. “Rayanna, I want you to know that I’m very, very impressed with you and the way you conducted yourself tonight. You really trust Lucien, don’t you?”

  She’s sobbing now. “Yes, sir,” she sputters through her tears.

  “I see you growing phenomenally. It’s really impressive. Six weeks.”

  “Six weeks?” I echo in question.

  “Yes. If she continues to make this kind of progress, I’m going to ask the court to grant her visitation privileges with Carly.”

  “Oh, god!” she cries out and buries her face in my chest. “Oh my god! I could actually see her!”

  “Yes. You could. Now I’ll give you both some privacy, but I wanted to tell you that. Lucien, that was impressive. You did a great job. You’re doing a great job. Keep it up.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate the encouragement and everything you’ve done for her. See you Wednesday?”

  “Absolutely. Goodnight, you too. Have a great rest of the evening.” With that, he’s gone and we’re alone again.

  I just hug her tight to me and let her cry. Her mind must be running ninety miles a minute. When the tears seem to be slowing, I stroke her cheek. “You were great out there, baby. Everybody loved you. I know you were scared, but you did it.”

  “I did it because I knew you’d never hurt me,” she says, then rises up a little and looks into my face. “I love you, Lucien.”

  “I love you too. We’ve got this, babe. Everything’s gonna be just fine.” And now I know those words are true. I don’t know how long it’s going to take, but she’s going to be whole someday.

  By the time we get out to the main room, all of my equipment and supplies have been cleaned up and packed into my gig bag, along with her fetwear. She’s wearing one of the house robes we keep on the backs of the private room doors, and I watch as she heads off in silence into the locker room. It only takes me a couple of minutes to get dressed and I wander back out to the bar. Brian’s cleaning up the last of the glasses, and everyone else has gone. Of course, I know Cirilla’s there somewhere, but she’s not at the bar. As I sit down, I wonder what Brian’s going to say to me. I don’t have to wonder for long. “If there were any doubt that bringing you here and encouraging you to work with that young woman was the wrong thing, that doubt was erased tonight. And I have to say, I’m proud to call you my brother.”

  “I feel the same way about you. I’m glad I took the job, and I’m glad to be here with you.”

  “So you want to make Seattle your permanent home?” he asks with a smile.

  I nod. “Yep. I get those bonus checks and I’m going to be looking for a house.”

  “Gonna live there alone?” he asks, his smile bigger.

  “Nope. Not if I have any say in it.”

  “I don’t think you have to worry about that. Ah, here comes that sweetheart of a submissive right now. Rayanna, honey, you were amazing tonight,” he says and shoots a big, warm smile at her.

  “Thanks, sir, but all I did was lie there,” she says, her eyes downcast.

  “No. You were his canvas. That’s an important role. Otherwise, what fun would it be if the thing were flat? That’s not art.” I appreciate the way he put that. “Speaking of which, your art is in that big box over there. Want me to take it home with me until tomorrow?”

  “Sure. We need to get home and get to bed. Somebody was a little stressed out earlier and she needs some rest. Thanks again, brother,” I tell him and reach for his hand, but instead he comes out from behind the bar and around to give me a big hug.

  I have family, and I’m so thankful. If there were any question in my mind about whether or not I’ve made the right decisions up to this point, it’s all erased.

  When I get her settled in the car, I reach into the back seat and grab my gig bag, then remove my little package from it. “I got this at the jewelry store. I think this is a good time to give it to you.”

  “What is it?” she asks, her eager hands reaching for it.

  “Open it.”

  In the bluish glow coming through the car windows from the security lights in the parking lot, she opens the box and I can see my purchase. It’s a heart pendant, a silver heart, and two chains. The heart splits into two pieces, and they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. The left side reads It takes two broken pieces, and the right side says, to make a whole. She lifts it from the box and looks at it. “They told me we can have the backs engraved. So I was thinking, we should decide what we want engraved on each piece and give them to each other. I know what I want to put on mine to you. Be thinking about what you’d want yours to say. It can only be three or four words, so make them count.”

  “Oh, god, it’s beautiful. Thank you, sir. I want to give you the right-hand side. Is that okay?”

  “Sure! Sounds good. We can take it tomorrow or Sunday and have the engraving ordered. But you need to know that this is a promise to you, this little piece of jewelry. It says that I’m committing to a relationship with you. I only want you to accept it if you understand that and feel the same way.”

  “Yes to all that, sir. Yes.” She’s beaming when she looks at me, those beautiful blue eyes glistening with tears. “I hope I get to wear this forever.”

  “I hope you do too.” And I mean that―with my whole heart.

  * * *

  Today I see something that fills me with hope. I see the Rayanna that could’ve been, the Rayanna that may yet be.

  I have her up against a wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, driving into her with long, solid, strong strokes. Her hands are clasped behind my neck and she moans as I give her more, harder, faster. “God, Lucien, you make me feel so good,” she hisses through clenched teeth.

  That makes me grip her ass even tighter and reposition myself for far better leverage. “Good. I want to fuck you until you understand that you’re mine, Precious. All mine.”

  “All yours,” her lips repeat as she leans out to kiss me, and I cover her mouth with mine, my teeth raking her lower lip, my tongue lashing against hers. Between her moans and my grunts, I’m hoping there’s nobody living in the apartment on the other side or I’m sure they’ll call the landlord. I can tell she’s almost there, and I’m almost there, and …

  Her phone rings.

  “Son of a bitch!” I mutter and stop. I’m pretty sure I know who it is, and this phone call can’t wait. In a second her feet are on the floor and she’s diving for the irritating little electronic devil. “Hello?” She mouths, It’s Reagan, and she looks like she just won the lottery.

  “Hey! How are you?” she asks breathlessly. I almost laugh when she says, “No, we were out back when we heard my phone ringing and we had to run to get it.” Liar. She only talks to Reagan for a couple of minutes before
I hear her say, “Hey, baby! How are you?” With that, I decide to give them some privacy, so my limp cock and I head for the shower. I can be glad her sister called and she’s talking to Carly, and be mad at the same time because I didn’t get off. That’s doable.

  I step out of the shower and I hear her say, “Sir?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re not mad, are you?”

  I stick my head out the bathroom door and smile at her as she sits on the end of the bed, still stark naked. “Of course not. Did you have a good talk?”

  “Yes! But I didn’t tell her what Dr. Lawrence said last night.”

  As I finish drying off, I answer, “Good. I think that would’ve been a bad idea. Kids don’t have a real good grasp of time passing. You tell her you’re going to see her soon, she thinks it’s tomorrow.”

  “That’s true. She’d know better than that, but she’d be hoping.” When I step into the bedroom, she grins. “I guess we could take up where we left off, sir, if you want.”

  “I want, but I also know we should probably do something else this afternoon.”

  She cocks her head a little to the left and her eyebrows shoot up. “Like what?”

  “For one thing, we need to take our necklaces back to the store and have them engraved.”

  “Oh! Yeah! I forgot about that. We need to do that for sure.”

  “And we can get some lunch. And I thought maybe we’d drive around and see if there are some open houses going on today. Just random, you know. Out of curiosity.”

  “That’ll be fun! So are you going to buy one?”

  “I hope so. As long as that deal goes through, and I think it will, I’ll be able to start thinking that way. But you’ve got to get a shower. So scoot,” I say and snap my towel at her. She squeals loudly, and I love the laughter that follows it.