Less than an hour later we arrive in front of a dark building in the 6
th
Arrondissement and Alex is offering me his hand to help me from the car. He smiles at me and pulls me close, "I'll send Ted to retrieve your things from your apartment."
"My what? How do you know I have an apartment. Only one person-" I'm suddenly frightened.
Who else knows? Who else knows that only Antoine knows?
Alex grips my hand harder, "Don't worry. I have people watching Antoine and Phillipe. No harm will come to them."
I breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Alex. I mean...Sir."
He smiles, "Good girl.
Always
remember your place."
"I will, Sir."
He leads me to the front door and puts in a security code. I hear the locks give way, and Alex pushes the door open, leading me into a dark front hall. "Follow me, Madison," he says, pulling me up the stairs directly in front of us. We climb to the second story, with the stairs opening up above so that I can see all the way up through a skylight over the third floor from the second floor landing. To the right is the living room and a wall of tall windows, almost floor to ceiling. Everything is dark and bathed in moonlight. Directly in front is the formal dining and to the left a huge kitchen and a more casual sitting area. I can see doors leading to a terrace beyond.
"I'll give you the grand tour in the morning. Right now, I'm going to use you, sub," he more growls than states.
He continues pulling me up the stairs to the top floor. To the left on the small landing is a locked door that looks like it may lead to stairs to the roof. Directly in front of us is a set of double doors, which Alex pushes open to reveal the master suite. To the right, the bed is in the center of the room with a view out of the front balcony doors. Directly ahead and to the left are a sitting room facing the back of the house with a huge terrace, the master bath and a huge walk-in closet. I'm trying to mentally map everything, but it's too dark.
Alex flicks a light switch and lights come on dimly in the bedroom. Unlike his last house, this one isn't trying to hide anything. All of the familiar sex paraphernalia is scattered about. There are chains and cuffs on each corner of the bed, various hooks and straps hanging from the ceiling, a bench, etc. I swallow hard. I never thought I would feel this again, this feeling of utter and complete arousal, this feeling of being...home.
"Take off your clothes. Now," Alex barks as he walks toward a large chest on the opposite side of the room.
"Underwear too?"
He turns and shoots me a look that makes my heart fall to my stomach. "I'm sorry, Sir. I mean...underwear too, Sir?" I stammer.
He turns and continues walking to the chest, "Yes, sub, underwear too. I want you completely naked. Except for your thigh-highs. Leave those."
"Yes, Sir, " I flush as I begin unbuckling my belt. I throw it and my coat onto a sofa looking out of the windows to the street. Then I slowly unbutton my dress and toss it on the pile. I step out of my shoes, one at a time and unclasp my bra. As my breasts spring free, meeting the cold air, my nipples harden. The last thing to go is my matching pair of royal blue lace panties. I'm completely naked, other than my stockings, blushing like a fool, shivering in anticipation and so ashamed that I can't make myself turn to face Alex.
I hear him toss some things on the bed and feel him approach behind me. I start to turn and he says, "No. Eyes forward. You're not to look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"
I feel that familiar tickle in my insides, "Yes, Sir. I understand."
"This isn't going to be like last time, Madison. While my feelings for you are deep, deeper than I ever thought I could feel for someone, you are my sub. As my sub I will use you, call you names, subject you to new forms of pain that you will find more pleasure in than you ever expected. Pain will never feel so good, Madison," he reaches around and pinches my nipple hard. I fight my urge to yelp and let out a moan.
He continues, "You will do what I ask of you and you will be strong for your Master. But, if there is anything that you don't like or aren't comfortable with, we can talk about it. I'm not a monster. I'm not a sadist. I'm your Sir and all of this is for your pleasure as well as mine, my sub. We are at a deeper place than we were before and with that comes a deeper commitment to our roles and our lifestyle together. And do you remember our safe word?"
"Yes, Sir. I do. 'Red' to stop and 'yellow' to slow down," I am proud of my memory.
Alex brushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses it lightly, "Good girl. Now, often you won't be able to speak, so we are going to need a signal for when you're restrained. You'll snap your fingers three times fast. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good," he bites down hard on my shoulder and I let out a moan and my knees go weak. Then I feel his hand on the back of my head, gathering my hair into his fist. He pulls it hard, leading me backward and closer to the bed. He stops me and leaves me standing. I hear him walking toward the bed behind me, but I don't dare turn my head and try to look. He's not given me permission to do so.
A moment later he's in front of me, wrapping a soft rope around my wrists until they're tight together and secure. Then he lifts them over my head and fastens the loose end securely to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Then he leaves me again and when he returns to my backside, he slides a black silk cloth over my eyes and ties it securely behind my head. "Sir..." I start.
"What is it, my sub?" he says tenderly.
"No..it's nothing...just. I had a dream last night," I'm suddenly flush with embarrassment for even mentioning it, as I hear metal clinking as he fishes in his pocket behind me.
"Go on, my sub. Tell me."
"I was just like this. My hands tied above my hand, blindfolded, except..."
"Except what, Madison?"
"I-" before I can utter another word, he's shoving the rubber fall between my lips.
I hear him chuckle quietly and feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, "You were gagged. Is that what you were going to say, my sub?" Embarrassed, I nod.
"I know, my sub. What I want and what you want are the same. Your deepest, darkest fantasies and desires are mine. We were made for each other, Madison. Now, I'm not leaving you, so don't be frightened. I'm going to sit in the chair in front of you and look at you, look at what's mine and enjoy my beautiful sub helpless exactly as I want her." He runs his hand through my hair and I feel him leave my back.
I hear him sit in the chair directly in front of me. He's quiet. The room is still except for the sound of my heart beating furiously in my ears and my deep breaths in and out...in and out. He keeps me like this, naked and on display for his viewing pleasure.
At least fifteen minutes pass before I hear him rise from the chair and walk around me. I feel him at my side, "Spread your legs, my sub. You're my little whore and I want you to stand like it."
Then I feel the sting of his hand hard on my ass. I let out a moan through the gag. Then another. "You like that, don't you, my sub?" he asks knowingly. I nod, as I hear a buzzing sound start up. Before I can even think about what it is, I feel it on my clit, teasing me. He continues spanking me as he holds it on my clit at a slow speed. I feel an orgasm already starting to build.
"Do
not
come yet, sub. You don't come until I say so, understood?" he asks. I nod that I understand, squeezing my eyes tight to stave off the feeling that's building up within me, burning me to my core. He smacks harder and harder. I've lost count, but we've well-passed twenty spanks.
"You'll get one for every hour that you were away from me. If I count correctly, that's 86, give or take," he says confidently.
86!? He can't be serious!
