I feel their eyes on me as we walk by and a shiver goes up and down my spine, but I keep my eyes straight ahead. We reach large double doors that are manned by a single guard at the end of the hallway. The guard gives a nod to Isaac, and my cheeks burn as he turns his gaze on me. I don’t drop my head, refusing to be ashamed. I know it would displease Isaac. I know he wants me to be proud that he’s taken me as a Slave.
Isaac pushes the double doors gently and they easily swing open, revealing the room within. My breath catches in my throat as I step into pure opulence. The luxurious room is awash in vibrant neutral colors, grey and mauve. Even the ceiling is sumptuous, draped with panels of dark grey silk fabric and adorned with a gorgeous crystal bubble chandelier. Resting on plush, but shaggy grey carpet, a California king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with velvet grey throw pillows and a matching silk tufted comforter. The headboard is also covered in grey velvet and rises all the way to the ceiling, taking my breath away.
It’s absolutely breathtaking. I’ve never seen anything like this bed. Or this room. Two glass nightstands sit on either side of the bed, and a swivel chair sits off to the left side. The wall has an abstract painting on it and there’s a glass door that leads out to somewhere dark. But the most exciting thing is the gorgeous glass cabinet. Filled with whips, chains and other tools and toys meant for both punishment and reward, it makes my skin heat with desire.
Isaac pulls the double doors shut behind us and the room plunges into silence. The faint beat of the music vanishes instantly. My skin pricks as I wait for his command, my heart racing. He doesn’t give me one. Instead, he grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the bed, bidding me to sit down. My heart beats faster and faster with every second that passes. Somewhere in the mix of my awe and desire is fear. But I’m safe here. I trust Madam Lynn. In this club, I am safe.
The plush bed creaks slightly as my weight settles onto it, and I almost moan at the soft caress of the lush material against my ass. I suck in a breath as Isaac remains standing, my eyes on the massive hard-on pressing against his pants. My mouth waters as I remember him forcing his massive cock down my throat and my pussy heats with need, my nipples turning hard as fucking stone. Isaac watches my eyes with amusement.
He must know how hungry I am; how much I want him. I hope he knows there’s more to it than that. I want to please him. Badly. I wait for him to give me a command, but disappointment flows through me as he walks over to the side of the bed and reaches down. He walks back over with a beautiful bag with satin handles in his hands and sets it down beside me. I resist the urge to look at it. I know he wants me to only have eyes for him, and to always give him my full attention. I need permission first. Always.
“May I?” I ask, looking up at him questioningly.
His beautiful green eyes watch me closely. “Yes.”
“I missed your touch,” I blurt out. I don’t know why the words slip out, and I hate it the moment they do. It’s the same words I used to tell Master C. The thought of it causes my blood to chill, and it’s an effort not to show my disgust with myself.
Isaac’s strong hand cups the nape of my neck and he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I melt into him, reeling under the force of his powerful lips. It’s a passionate kiss, one that makes me forget the pain summoned by thinking about my past. Just when I think the kiss is going to lead to something more, Isaac breaks away, resting his forehead against mine.
I swallow the disappointment that follows, knowing that I must accept what he gives, even if it’s not as much as I want. “You think of me and only me when I’m with you,” Isaac says firmly. “I don’t care what is on your mind. Only I matter. Only pleasing me matters. Fuck everyone else. Do I make myself clear?”
My heart nearly jumps from my chest. He’s right. He’s the only thing that matters. I know better. But I’m worried I’m going to keep disappointing him. “Yes, Master,” I say. Shock runs through me as I say the words. I hadn’t planned on saying the title; I don’t know if I’m ready. But too late now.
Without warning, Isaac pushes his hands between my legs and up my dress roughly, shoving me back onto the bed. I fall back onto the velvet pillows, my head coming dangerously close to slamming against the headboard as Isaac exposes my glistening sex and ruthlessly shoves his fingers inside of my pussy, causing me to gasp out.
“Say it again,” Isaac demands, his voice hoarse, but filled with both authority and desire.
I arch my back, my walls clenching around his fingers, wet sounds filling my ears as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy like a mad man, forcing my arousal to pool down my thigh and all over his fingers. My body ignites with passion and pleasure. My limbs stiffen with an impending orgasm. “Master!” I cry, my voice filled with aching pleasure. I’m already close to climax, my core heating up like a fucking furnace, my stomach twisting into tight knots.
Isaac is obviously pleased by my obedience and he picks up the pace of his punishing fingering, and kisses along my jawline, his strong body lying against mine, forcing me to be still and take everything he gives me. I blush as I know the guard outside must be hearing the sounds of my pleasure, but I don’t care.
“Good girl, cum freely.” His rough voice sends a chill of desire through my body. “Cum for your Master.” Isaac lowers his head and bites down on my hardened nipple with a stinging force as he continues to assault my pussy. It’s more than I can bear. It’s what takes me over the edge, and rewards me my release.
Throwing back my head, I cry out as thousands of shockwaves blast through my body. My limbs jolt with each spasm of my pussy around his fingers. My breathing stills, and my body feels paralyzed with the intensity. When it’s all over and he finally pulls away from me, I lie still. Waiting for him to command me. I settle back onto the bed, lying limp with a shuddering sigh as Isaac walks over to get a small hand towel off one of the dressers where they’re neatly stacked. He smiles down at me as he wipes gently between my thighs, the rough texture sending a residual wave of pleasure through me, though there are still fluid spots all over the bedding.
When he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and sits next to me, petting my hair and comforting me.
After a moment he whispers, “I’d rather not be here, kitten.”
My pulse spikes with fear. Had I done something wrong? “I don’t understand.”
He lifts me into a seated position in his lap, calming me. I’m exhausted and I lean against him slightly, although I pay close attention to his reaction, in case that’s not what he wants.
“I want you in my home,” Isaac clarifies, filling me with slight relief. “I have a room ready for you there. But I need your complete submission.” Isaac reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of folded paper. “You need to read these now and you’ll tell me if you find them acceptable to follow.”
What’s this?
My heart racing, I slowly take the folded piece of paper from his hand and open it, my eyes hungrily devouring every single word on the neatly creased paper.
RULES
1. You will wear my chain. Always. In and out of the club with pride, signifying my ownership of you.
2. You will not allow anyone to touch it, and you will also not touch the chain.