Page 41 of Royal Pain
“No writing or I’ll be required to put you over my knee.”
“I’m not sure I’d be bothered by that.” She laughed, blushing as she did.
If she only knew what she did to me, the joy I felt by being around her. It was going to be tough to keep my hands off her for the evening. “Enjoy your wine and we’ll explore.”
“Okay. I’m glad to be going with you.”
My cock throbbed. What the girl was doing to me.
Evangeline
Fear.
That was too strong of a word. I’d had trepidation all day as well as excitement. Gage was correct in that I had no idea what to expect. Searching the internet let alone the single experience I’d had had both left a bad taste in my mouth.
I had to admit the way he’d described it did make me even more curious. As he led me toward yet another bank of elevators, I wasn’t surprised when he used the same black keycard to gain entrance. I was jittery but knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. It was utterly silly of me to feel anything but safe around him and I was sick to death that Joseph had come close to derailing my vacation.
No more. At least that’s what I’d promised myself.
Getting away from the girls had been interesting, all four threatening to follow me but I hadn’t seen them. Thank God.
“Do you have any additional questions?” he asked.
“I honestly don’t know what to expect. Not yet.”
He was smiling as if showing me around was making him happy. “I did learn a class was in session. Why don’t we start there?”
“You really have classes?”
“Absolutely. Remember what I told you. You don’t simply begin a new activity without learning about its nuances.”
He led me from the elevator, always keeping his hand pressed against my back. It felt natural, possessive yet not pushy. I sensed he knew what I needed and what I couldn’t take. If he only knew the reason I’d finally left Joseph. The night had been horrific, one of the worst in my life and a telling statement aboutthe man. He was nothing but a violent pig who’d intended on keeping me in line.
This corridor in particular appeared as it would going down any other at the hotel. The lighting was normal. Maybe a bit dimmed. While there was no music, the area wasn’t suffocating at all. There were various closed-off rooms that reminded me of a typical hotel floor. I’d noticed the elevator had another floor below this one. I had a feeling that’s where the more interesting events occurred.
“Now, keep in mind you are absolutely allowed to ask questions but only when the master tells you that it’s okay.”
“What are we looking at?”
“Shibari. If you look it up, the books will tell you it was once used as a method of torture but no longer. Now, it’s called the beauty of tight binding. He usually has a submissive he works with at first who is also trained, but often he asks for volunteers, which is quite fascinating.”
He walked us both inside where a session was ongoing. I wasn’t shocked to see a woman twisted and tied in ropes. Completely naked. I was surprised to see how taut her nipples were. The fact the way her feet were crossed at the ankles, the entire audience had a bird’s-eye view of her glistening pussy lips.
“She’s wet,” I whispered, already forced to try to catch my breath. Gage rubbed his fingers up and down my arms, the tingling effect leaving me lightheaded.
“You’d be surprised how exciting being tied is, allowing your master to have full control. Many women find Shibari relaxing as well as the perfect prelude to hot, wanton sex.”
“It’s terrifying. The thought of being tied up I mean.” I wasn’t lying. Another random vision of the various horrors I’d endured with Joseph attempted to destroy my time tonight. Nope. It wasn’t going to happen.
“Remember, trust is vital. Also, some women will never be able to play with someone they don’t know. That’s why having an experienced master, someone who knows your needs and wants is so powerful. Remember, the submissive is in charge.”
I repeated the words in my mind several times, finally able to breathe more easily. I couldn’t deny my pussy was already wet, desire not only for the man but to experience something out of my comfort zone increasing.
Her arms were pinned behind her, the thick coil intricately wrapped past her forearms. The master, in truth, didn’t look so terrifying. Yes, he was wearing all black, including shit-kicking boots as my father would call them, but there was no leather hood. No wild cape or anything like some people might envision.
The master was average looking, but I could tell by listening to a few words he knew what he was doing. The audience was enthralled, the girl hanging in the swing-like contraption looking at him as if the sun rose and set on the man.
He was actively explaining the technique while tying the girl’s bent legs against her chest. She was hanging in an open-woven basket, which allowed for better working circumstances. It all seemed surreal, especially since almost every member of the audience was leaning forward in their seats. I was surprised to see thirty, maybe forty members. Some were dressed more the way I imagined the dominant in the lifestyle would look, but there were also men in suits and women in pretty dresses.