in the past now, sweetheart.
Forget Ciel for now. That’s an order.” He shot her a smile, then tugged at her
leash as though he had to coax her to do his bidding.
Chapter Four
Strobe lights played over the
silver-flecked walls, the colors blue, purple, red and gold moving in studied
dissonance, focusing first on one piece of chrome equipment then another,
showcasing the variety of devices a sexual Dominant might use in No Bounds to
subdue or pleasure his or her slave. Muted exclamations from the observers in
the glassed-in theater above the dungeon floated like disembodied voices in a
vacuum, reminding Amber that over a hundred pairs of eyes were looking down at
them, even though the owners of those eyes were cloaked in darkness.
In the center of the room now, she went
down on her knees, her head bowed respectfully, hands locked behind her back in
the classic pose of a submissive. Her master stood before her, his muscular
legs braced slightly apart, a flogger gripped in one powerful fist. Music,
muted until now, built to a crescendo, heightening her anticipation…her fear.
It wasn’t true fear because she trusted
Cole with her life, but more a pleasurable apprehension of the unknown, of how
he would overpower her, the places he would take her, places far beyond her
control. The fierce arousal that gripped her had begun the moment Cole had
tugged on her leash. Even before that.
The mere anticipation of this scene had
aroused her. By the time Mistress Magda had laced her into this sparkling
silver lamé corset so tightly that she could barely breathe, secured her hair
in a ponytail at the crown of her head and rouged her exposed nipples, her cunt
had been wet and swollen. Ready for her master.
“You may rise, slave. Have you prepared
yourself for me?”
“Yes, Master.” Amber made her voice quiver,
in accord with the script they’d rehearsed.
Cole reached out with his free hand and
examined her swollen slit. “You are wet. But I believe you forgot at least one
of my orders. Did you shave my cunt?”
“N-no, Master. I forgot. I am sorry.”
When he lifted the flogger, she braced for
the strike that never came. “I do not wish to mark my slave’s tender skin. Not
yet. Attendants! Prepare my slave for my attention.”
Mistress Magda and a naked male sub moved
out of the shadows, grasped Amber’s outstretched arms and lifted her onto a
chrome-plated table. They hadn’t rehearsed this. At the sparkle in Cole’s eyes,
she knew he had planned it for her pleasure, thinking of her even on this night
that was so important to him.
It underscored to her what she was
learning. That she was important to him. Perhaps, for once, she’d found
a relationship where her master cared for her as much as she adored him. And it
made her realize many things about herself, one of them being that she was
worthy of being loved that way, for she loved with her whole heart as well.
A delicious frisson of anticipation shot
through Amber as Magda clamped fur-lined handcuffs onto her wrists and
stretched her arms back, high over her head, immobilizing them by hooking the
cuffs over the pole at the end of the table. Her master arranged her legs in stirrups
before ordering the sub to secure them with Velcro fasteners around each thigh,
her knees and her calves.
“Shave her cunt. Nick it and I will flay
you within an inch of your life,” Cole told the sub.
“Yes, Master Cole.” Amber felt the warm wet
lather and then the scraping of an old-fashioned blade as the sub began to
shave her already aroused pussy lips.
Cole stepped up beside her and stroked her
cheek. He toyed with the sensitive skin of her earlobes, then started a sensual
massage that began on her throat and moved on into the exposed valley between
her breasts. “Slave, I order you not to come until I give you permission.”
He moved his hand to either side to caress
the swell of her naked breasts. “So soft. So beautiful. So mine .”
Her master’s most
Forget Ciel for now. That’s an order.” He shot her a smile, then tugged at her
leash as though he had to coax her to do his bidding.
Chapter Four
Strobe lights played over the
silver-flecked walls, the colors blue, purple, red and gold moving in studied
dissonance, focusing first on one piece of chrome equipment then another,
showcasing the variety of devices a sexual Dominant might use in No Bounds to
subdue or pleasure his or her slave. Muted exclamations from the observers in
the glassed-in theater above the dungeon floated like disembodied voices in a
vacuum, reminding Amber that over a hundred pairs of eyes were looking down at
them, even though the owners of those eyes were cloaked in darkness.
In the center of the room now, she went
down on her knees, her head bowed respectfully, hands locked behind her back in
the classic pose of a submissive. Her master stood before her, his muscular
legs braced slightly apart, a flogger gripped in one powerful fist. Music,
muted until now, built to a crescendo, heightening her anticipation…her fear.
It wasn’t true fear because she trusted
Cole with her life, but more a pleasurable apprehension of the unknown, of how
he would overpower her, the places he would take her, places far beyond her
control. The fierce arousal that gripped her had begun the moment Cole had
tugged on her leash. Even before that.
The mere anticipation of this scene had
aroused her. By the time Mistress Magda had laced her into this sparkling
silver lamé corset so tightly that she could barely breathe, secured her hair
in a ponytail at the crown of her head and rouged her exposed nipples, her cunt
had been wet and swollen. Ready for her master.
“You may rise, slave. Have you prepared
yourself for me?”
“Yes, Master.” Amber made her voice quiver,
in accord with the script they’d rehearsed.
Cole reached out with his free hand and
examined her swollen slit. “You are wet. But I believe you forgot at least one
of my orders. Did you shave my cunt?”
“N-no, Master. I forgot. I am sorry.”
When he lifted the flogger, she braced for
the strike that never came. “I do not wish to mark my slave’s tender skin. Not
yet. Attendants! Prepare my slave for my attention.”
Mistress Magda and a naked male sub moved
out of the shadows, grasped Amber’s outstretched arms and lifted her onto a
chrome-plated table. They hadn’t rehearsed this. At the sparkle in Cole’s eyes,
she knew he had planned it for her pleasure, thinking of her even on this night
that was so important to him.
It underscored to her what she was
learning. That she was important to him. Perhaps, for once, she’d found
a relationship where her master cared for her as much as she adored him. And it
made her realize many things about herself, one of them being that she was
worthy of being loved that way, for she loved with her whole heart as well.
A delicious frisson of anticipation shot
through Amber as Magda clamped fur-lined handcuffs onto her wrists and
stretched her arms back, high over her head, immobilizing them by hooking the
cuffs over the pole at the end of the table. Her master arranged her legs in stirrups
before ordering the sub to secure them with Velcro fasteners around each thigh,
her knees and her calves.
“Shave her cunt. Nick it and I will flay
you within an inch of your life,” Cole told the sub.
“Yes, Master Cole.” Amber felt the warm wet
lather and then the scraping of an old-fashioned blade as the sub began to
shave her already aroused pussy lips.
Cole stepped up beside her and stroked her
cheek. He toyed with the sensitive skin of her earlobes, then started a sensual
massage that began on her throat and moved on into the exposed valley between
her breasts. “Slave, I order you not to come until I give you permission.”
He moved his hand to either side to caress
the swell of her naked breasts. “So soft. So beautiful. So mine .”
Her master’s most
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