“Where are we going?” “To a special room.”
I looked up at Javier’s strong side profile. “Why is it special?”
He returned my look, and I thought I might have caught a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “It is my favorite.”
Javier was leading me through the maze that was his club. We
walked through doors that I had thought led to rooms but merely opened onto more corridors.
Eventually, we came to a set of heavy-looking double doors. He
swung them open, and I found myself staring at a perfectly circular room, with an enormous four-banister bed in the center, sitting atop a raised platform, perhaps one foot high. Lining the walls were sets of cabinets, but otherwise, there was nothing else in the room.
“What is this?”
“My favorite room,” he told me, taking my hand and leading me into it. He shut the doors behind us, and then stood, leaning against them casually, hand in his pockets. “What do you think?”
“Um,” I said, looking around. The room was quite grand, with high ceilings that must have eaten into the floor space of the upper floors of the building. “I can tell why this is your favorite.”
He might have laughed if he was anybody else, but he didn’t. He simply watched me as I walked around the bed, pretending to admire the
carvings on the banisters. I wasn’t paying any attention. After what happened yesterday in the cabin on the sea, I wanted to know what was going to happen today.
So why not ask it? I thought. “What’s going to happen today?” “You will obey me today.”
“I know.”
“You’ll want me today.” I bit my lip and nodded.
“And today, you will do something you have never done before.”
I swallowed. “How do you know I will have never done it before?”
His eye twinkled. “I know, Maya.” He approached me and stood right before my body. His throbbing aura seemed to extend, invite me in, and
swallow me up.
“Now kiss me, Maya.”
I lifted myself to the balls of my feet, making myself just a little bit taller. Before me, Javier stood, and I leaned up to him, inviting him to lean into me for a kiss, and to both my relief and surprise, he didn’t. When his lips met mine, I felt a current pulse through us, and like magnets, we locked, and our kiss grew from passionate to aggressive, indiscriminate mashing of mouths, meeting of tongues, and scraping of teeth.
He claimed my lips like I was all that he wanted, and when his hands found my shoulders and pulled me into his body, I sank into it, his muscular frame bracing my weight. I crushed myself into him, and he grabbed hungry fistfuls of my ass. Then the kiss broke, naturally, of its own accord, and I stared into his eyes and he into mine.
The room around us, what he called his dungeon, no longer seemed cold or uninviting. It seemed… appropriate. I was ready for whatever he wanted me to do for him, to him. For whatever he wanted to do for me… to me.
“You won’t be needing this,” he said, slipping off my summer dress. It caught on my hips, and I wiggled them a little, and they fell to the floor, a puddle of fabric that my feet were dipped in. Completely naked, I felt cool, air-conditioned air on my skin, and my nipples stiffened into peaks.
He seemed to consider me, eat up the sight of me. His aura was radiating something carnal, something still restrained. I longed to see what he was hiding within him, yearning to meet the animal inside that he’d been keeping from me this whole time. Just a few days into this odd and unusual tryst, I was ready to get to know what made this man tick.
“Up here,” he said, gesturing with his head to the bed sitting atop the raised platform.
I climbed onto it, the soft mattress comfortably supporting my body, excited in the knowledge that today he wouldn’t just reveal himself, but that he might push me to somewhere I had never gone before. I felt confident
around him now, comfortable, too. Thoughts of insecurity, of modesty,
seemed to have been sifted out of my consciousness. It just… simply didn’t occur to me anymore. And it had only been days!
I sat on the edge of the bed, hands in my lap, and watched Javier as he went to a black cabinet with silver handles. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I heard him pull something out of it, and he turned around, unraveling it in his hands. I saw a braided rope it looked soft as silk and it attached a collar with a silver, metal hinge. In his other hand, he held a hooked contraption, blunted and round. I realized, to my astonishment, that it was a dildo with a curved handle.
“Today you will obey me unquestioningly,” he said, his voice a deep baritone. He met my eyes with steely orbs of his own, and I swallowed and nodded. I felt a flutter in my stomach: Nerves. It was… exciting.
“Off the bed,” he told me, and he pointed at the lip of the raised platform that extended a meter out from the edge of the bed. “And on your hands and knees.”
I blinked, parsing the instructions for a moment, before doing as he said. I got off the bed and lowered myself onto all fours. He beckoned me with a finger, then, and I crawled to him. Once at his feet, tantalizingly close to his crotch, he bent down and ran a warm finger up my spine, making me
squirm.
“Head up.”
I put my head up. “Neck back.”
I put my neck back.
He fastened the collar onto me. I felt the cool metal of the hinge on my neck. “I won’t try to run away,” I told him. He fixed hard eyes on me, and I realized that I was not to speak. She could, however, see his arousal
beginning to stir. The shape of his hardening manhood could be seen clearly through his thin slacks.
Javier dropped to his knees, then. He looked a me and held up my chin so my eyes met him. “I know you won’t run away,” he whispered. “You
can’t. But I like to see you like this, Maya.”
When he spoke my name, it was like a caress on my soul. I crooned, wanting to please, and when he pulled lightly at the braided rope, I crawled closer toward him, my face just inches from where his thigh met his hip. He ran a hand down the side of my face, surprisingly tender, and when his thumb came to my lips he parted them. My breathing was quick. I was… lost in a daze.
“Turn around,” he said. I did, my behind, my womanhood now
exposed to him. His hands went immediately to my flesh, and he grabbed painful fistfuls, slapping my thighs apart so that he could get a better look at me. I winced, biting my lip, as he kneaded my ass, spread me, and exposed all of me to him.
I yelped in surprise when he slapped me, stinging me. I could feel my skin rise red. He had left a mark on me. Then his fingers were running over my outer lips, and I shivered and flexed my feet at the sensation. I heard him shift, shuffle closer, and casting a glance over my shoulder, saw that he had dropped down and brought his face right up into me. I could feel the warmth of his breath, feel the heat of his proximity radiating into my most private area.