"Please…"
The vibrations stopped.
"You look beautiful, Isa. I knew that color would suit you. Not like those horrid pastels you usually wear. You're too wild for that. A very bad girl trapped inside a good girl's clothes."
I straightened up again, my hands and my sides and looked around, wondering how he could see me. There were no windows, and the door was shut tight behind me. I spied a shining black dot nestled at the foot of a bust on the mantle. A camera. Bingo.
"Before we play today, there are some matters to discuss. Some ground rules, if you will."
"What kind of rules?"
There was a low chuckle. "Eager, aren't we? Well, first, you are always to address me as 'Sir' when we play. I am your master, and you are my dirty little girl, understood? I own you when you're in my dungeon, Isabeau."
I trembled at his words, feeling my thighs growing slick with my own arousal.
"But my part of that exchange is my promise to keep you safe, always, at all times. You give me your trust, and I earn every second of it. That's the deal."
I nodded, the weight of his words settling over me. I would have to trust him completely, but the thought of him dominating me, protecting me even as he caused me pain…..
"Bad girl, Isabeau! I'm not done explaining."
He gave me a quick pulse from the vibrators, just enough to shock me. I grinned and put my hands back at my sides.
"Are you willing to put yourself in my hands?"
I sighed, enchanted by the thought of being in his hands, bending to his every whim.
"Yes, Sir…"
There was a weighty pause, and I pictured him smiling, wherever he was, looking me over, seeing the effect he already had on me.
"The next rule is perhaps the most important. If I go too far, or if you want things to stop for any reason, you need a word to say to put a halt to things. A safe word. If we're playing a game where 'stop' doesn't mean 'stop,' you use that word, and I stop immediately. Do you understand?"
I nodded, wondering what I could possibly use, but feeling comfort at the thought of that fail safe.
"I do."
"Think of your word, and then we can begin."
Buzzing ripped through my body, making my knees buckle. I fell to the carpet, bracing myself against the ottoman as my core squeezed around the pulsing toys.
He didn't have to wait long.
And just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, Mr. Drake amped up the power.
My screams echoed off the walls, filling my ears.
I lay limp in Mr. Drake's strong arms as he carried me into the dungeon.
The door closed behind us, and he whispered in my ear. "What's your safe word?"
"Ramen," I said, grinning against his shoulder, thinking of the day he'd ripped my shirt off after I spilled ramen noodles down my front.
His low laugh made his chest rumble against my cheek. "Ramen, it is."
He stopped in front of a swing suspended from the ceiling by heavy duty metal hooks, the leather straps on the side ending in cuffs that I eyed with longing. Mr. Drake lifted me into it as if I weighed no more than a child, and went to work securing my arms over my head, strapping my ankles in with the supple leather.
"Do you like that, little girl?"
I exhaled hard at his words, "Y-yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
He disappeared to one side, and I craned my head to try to follow him, squinting into the dim light of the dungeon. Then, his hand closed around my throat from behind, making me tense with fear.
"I'm going to show you a whole new world, little girl," he rasped, making me tremble.
"A world where you belong to me."
"I…. I don't know, Sir."
"Unacceptable answer."
"When I ask you a question, I want either a 'yes, Sir' or a 'no, Sir.' 'I don't know is not an option, Isabeau."
"Understood?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Do you deserve pleasure.?"
"No, Sir..."
"And why is that, pray tell?"
"I... I haven't pleased you yet."
I thought about how badly I wanted to take him in my mouth, to run my lips and tongue over him.
"But you have pleased me, girl. You Came for me as directed, and you followed my instructions. Your training is going very well so far."
The crop tapped my lower lips in a staccato rhythm, making me wail as the burning washed over me once again.
I wanted it so badly, I could barely speak. "Please," I whispered. "Sir."
Mr. Drake grinned, the hunger in his eyes making him look wolfish, like a predator eyeing his prey. He leaned to the side, then came back with a thin chain in his hands, with a small silver clamp on each end.
"You look so beautiful like this,"
A new woman. A new beginning. A new Isabeau.
I squeezed around my master, already on the edge again, unbelieving even as I accepted it was possible with this man. Everything was possible.
My boss. My master.
I must have blacked out for a moment, but when my eyes fluttered open again, he was there, rubbing my wrists in his strong hands as he undid the cuffs, then moved to my ankles, releasing me. He lifted me gently out of the sling, and carried me to a corner of the room covered in soft pillows. He knelt down, then pulled me into his lap. He kissed my hair and neck, then trailed soft kisses across my forehead and cheeks.
"How do you feel?" he said, his voice full of concern.
I smiled sleepily and leaned against him, overcome by the feelings bubbling up inside of me.
"Good. Different.. but good."
"That's my girl."
He tilted my head up and kissed my lips softly, making me melt at the tenderness of it, after what we'd just done.
"I was worried you might change your mind about being with me. Like this."
I looked into his eyes. The uncertainty there startled me.
"Of course not."
He kissed my hair again, then set me down.
"Wait here, little temp. I have something for you."
He returned and knelt before me, handing me a black, leather box. I raised an eyebrow.
"Open it. They're for you, if you want them."
I lifted the lid, and gasped at what lay within. There was a thin, black leather collar and beside it a gorgeous platinum choker, dotted with winking diamonds, a tiny charm hanging from the front in the shape of a lock.
It must have been worth a fortune.
I had no words.
"Will you accept these? Will you be mine?"
My mind spun, the magnitude of the diamonds making me feel uncomfortable, but the gesture making me tingle from head to toe. I'd never owned anything so precious by far, but could I accept such a lavish gift? And if I did, what would it mean?
Something told me this was far more than just going steady.
I'd be collared. His woman.
His.
But for how long?
The office gossip came back to me, the words of the ladies around the water cooler echoing in my mind. None of his assistants lasts long. He's impossible to please.
If I accepted his offer, how long would it be before he was sick of me? Would he just fire me out of hand like the assistant before me? Or was this something special? Different?
I looked down at the collars and back at Mr. Drake, the man who was slowly stealing my heart.
Could I do this? Could I let him be my master? Could I wear his collar?
He stared back at me, expecting an answer.
But at that moment, I didn't have one.
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