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“Run away?”
I bite my lips. How stupid of me to ask that! Gabriel has a job here. He has a life and can't just throw it away. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking…"
"Let's do it. I don't have much, but I can find a way," Gabriel opens his hand and takes the ring. "We can make this happen," he raises my hand and kisses the ring. "I will make this happen."
My heart shoots stars in my head. It's a feeling more beautiful than my first orgasm. Everything's happening so fast that it should be scary. But all the fears and hesitation vanish as I become overjoyed. I don't know if my romance will become a happy-ever-after or a tragedy, but I've decided. I'll enjoy every moment of it.
Chapter Five
Gabriel
“Gabriel!”
I throw the bowl into the sink and rush to where Sasha's voice comes. I slow down when I reach the secret door to the basement.Shit.She asked to look around the house while I prepared dinner. So, I left her alone. I didn't expect she'd come across her prison – what should have been her prison.
Sasha turns to me with her pale face. Dozens of her reflections greet me in the room filled with mirrors. At one corner lies a tiny bed with chains and cuffs on the edges. A table of sex toys is next to it. The rack of whips and floggers hangs in another corner. The horses and other sex equipment scatter around the room.
“Don’t tell me…”
“It’s how I met them,” I quickly cover.
Sasha's face tells me her suspicion that I have something with Professor Mallows. She has already questioned why the shirts in the room fit me when the professor's husband is short and stout. I also know where everything is in the house. I thought she wouldn't notice my tiny slip. I'm still thankful her suspicion hasn't led to a conclusion that I own it.
“How you met them?”
My worry decreases as I become excited about being in the room with her. I've imagined doing many things to her here. The walls are full of mirrors, so she can see every angle of humiliation I planned to give her. I want to see my victory in enslaving the daughter of the man who ruined my beautiful mother. But now, the excitement is different since I no longer have to force Sasha. She has expressed her interest in becoming my sub.
"When I got out of prison," I'm tired of lying. The urge to tell Sasha the whole truth strengthens as my desire to have her intensifies. "I couldn't find a job. So, I worked as a paid dom."
Sasha's lips press tightly against each other, telling her disgust at what I've said. Everything has become messy since I decided to change my plan. I'm becoming somebody who naïve women wouldn't want.
“You’re disgusted?”
I stitch another story about meeting Professor Mallows and her husband in a BDSM club after I was “released from prison” – another lie I created before. I couldn’t find a decent job because no one wants to accept an ex-convict. But I hold the story a little and tell her, “I didn’t do it with Professor Mallows. Her husband wanted to learn. I only taught him.”
Sasha turns her head away from me before raising an eyebrow. She forgets that the room is full of mirrors. I smile upon noticing the jealousy on her face and the disgust gone. "And Anya? Have you done it with her?"
Shit!“No. I told you. She’s like my sister,” another repeat of my lies. “She doesn’t even know this stuff about me.”
Sasha tries to hide her frown again, but the mirrors fail her. She walks farther into the room and looks around. She looks at me through the mirror and giggles. It's funny seeing a dozen of us looking at each other.
“Have you been here?” Sasha clears her throat. “Have you used anything here?”
"No." Ah. A truth, at least. But I follow it with a lie and say, "Chairman Mallows doesn't want anyone touching their stuff. I only came here to put some stocks, like batteries, condoms, and others."
"Ah. Is that why you know where everything is?" Sasha snorts while stepping away from the rack of whips. She gets startled when she steps on a covered latch. Sasha looks up and finds a leather ribbon hanging from the ceiling. She looks at me with curiosity.
“That’s for bondage,” I walk to a corner and turn on a switch. Sasha steps away as the ribbon lowers. “You’ll be cuffed on it while I play with you.”
“Me? You?”
“What I mean is…” I pause and look at her. “Do you want to?”
Sasha's eyes widen as her pinkish cheeks turn lighter. She looks away from me and stares at the leather ribbon. Her lower lip trembles as she looks for an answer. I laugh loudly to save her. She looks back at me and softly laughs.
"But do you want to?" I can't stop myself from asking. Sasha agreed to learn about my fetish. I need to test her limits.
“I…how can that be pleasurable?” she gulps while looking at the leather strip.
