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“Shibari,” he whispered, nuzzling in my ear. “A beautiful art that requires significant skill.”
“I remember. This time she’s clothed.” The first night he’d provided a taste of the world that had made him a billionaire, I’d been too busy ignoring my desires as well as driving all my energy into hating him to pay but so much attention.
Even though visions of every moment spent with him had lingered long after.
Now, as I gazed on the woman bound in rope, hanging from the ceiling, I had a fleeting moment of longing to be her. I wanted to experience what it felt like to be completely helpless, placing my trust in the master’s hands.
“The girl is a volunteer.”
“I’m not certain I understand the attraction.”
“The pain and restriction can be calming to both people involved,” he whispered.
He kept one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. As he pushed us closer, I didn’t blink, couldn’t take my eyes off the couple. The woman’s eyes were closed, her expression serene. There was no pretense to the man as he stood in front of her either. He could have been anyone on the street, a businessman dressed casually on a Friday. As he continued to wind the rope around her body, he spun the connection, allowing the audience to experience every reaction.
“Do you do this often?” I asked quietly, holding onto the quiet reverence in the room, captivated as the master explained what he was doing. The feel of Lachlan’s thick cock pressing against me added to the stimulation, creating an entirely different set of sensations than the first night.
Perhaps because I had started to trust him.
“It’s been a long time. The man you see giving the session is our pro dom. He’s been providing lessons for years.”
“Pro dom?” I lifted my head, studying Lachlan’s face. He held such reverence for the moment that it surprised me.
“Someone who’s spent years perfecting various techniques. That allows our members and guests to feel confident in attempting something entirely new or out of their comfort zone. He knows exactly how far he should take the submissive using building blocks. Cotton rope, special knots. He’s an artist, perfecting what the Japanese created.”
“I’d like to try it.” He made it sound glamorous, freeing in a way nothing else could provide.
He brushed the rough pads of his fingers down my arm. “Then one day we will, my sweet Lark. On that day, I’ll be your master.”
My master. The word made me shudder.
“Why not today?”
“Because you’re not ready.”
When I tried to turn around to disagree, his hold became stronger. “I am ready, Lachlan.”
“No, you’re not.”
While he didn’t move for a few minutes, I sensed his tension increasing, his desire as intense as mine. His heavy breathing tickled the back of my neck. I’d never felt so carefree before, and it struck me strangely. Maybe losing control was exactly what I’d needed for years.
He finally pulled me from the room, easing me against the wall of the corridor. Members and guests came and went, although not nearly as many as the night I’d been here before. The way he lifted my chin, gazing into my eyes was endearing, the move tender when I knew him to be a tough taskmaster. “I will never put you in a situation you can’t handle.”
“I believe you.”
“I hope you do.”
I placed my hand against his chest, curling my fingers around his shirt. “I’d like to try something. Maybe breath play?” I hadn’t planned on asking anything about the dangerous act and as soon as I did, his eyes flared, the flash of anger unlike what I’d seen in them before.
He took a deep breath, wrapping his hand around my throat. The hold wasn’t tight, just controlling. As he rubbed his thumb back and forth, I sensed he was trying to calm down. “I care about you, Lark. More than I should or you want. You will never experience breath play other than what I’m doing at this moment. Do you understand me?”
I was taken aback at his vehemence. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
The way he was rubbing my face, running his thumb across my lips as he stared into my eyes was unnerving. The fact he’d admitted he cared about me was unexpected. I was drawn to him even more than before, longing to be closer.
As he eased away, he took a deep breath. “However, it’s time you experience what you’ve only observed so far.” He took me by the hand, leading me down the hallway to another set of rooms, typing in a code on the keypad. I wasn’t certain what to expect as I walked inside. The room was much smaller, an intimate setting. There were no members inside, no guests being schooled in the art of kink. There was just a large X positioned near the back wall, two cabinets on the side, a single leather couch and chair in the center of the room.
Lachlan flicked on the lights, two highlighting the wooden cross. There were shackles on all four corners, the blond wood accentuating the dark harnesses. Additional supports kept the massive object in position, sturdy enough for any size body. My breath caught, a trickle of anxiety oozing into my system. As soon as he let go of my hands, I wandered closer until I was only a few inches away from the apparatus.
