Prima Noct
Melissa stepped out of the low car as gracefully as she could in her tall heels. She felt very self-conscious. Despite her brave words to Erik, confronting him had been very frightening. His reaction, however, had amazed her. She had expected a blow-up and angry denials, which had been the typical response when she punctured overblown male egos in the past. Most of the guys she had dated didn't really like a woman who spoke her mind. Her Irish temper, however, made it nearly impossible to stay quiet when somebody was being a jerk.
Now she felt in a new place, very unsure of what came next. Erik had grown quiet at the end of the ride. She sensed he was wrestling with something. Coming up the driveway, it seemed he had come to some sort of conclusion. She wasn't certain what that resolution was and how it would affect her.
He took her arm, with a smile, and led her across the garage to the courtyard. His mood seemed lighter, so maybe everything really would be okay. Even if it wasn't, she reminded herself, she had the money that she had needed to have earned for the summer. She also reminded herself that she had experienced an amazing night. A sadness filled her, however, as she wondered if he would break off their relationship now. She realized she would not just be losing him, but she had also glimpsed a very weird, wonderful, and intriguing world -- inhabited by some very kinky people. She felt drawn to this world. A reliable guide seemed important if she was going to explore further. It would be extremely frustrating if Erik opened up this door for her, only to run away.
Crossing the courtyard, the night air felt chill, especially after the snug warmth of the Porsche. She was immediately conscious of her nipples springing to erectness under the open lace of her dress. A slight breeze whispered through the fabric, slipping past her legs and naked labia. It was a unique feeling, walking outside in heels and a dress, while also being so naked and exposed to the night air.
She decided she liked the feeling. It was indulgently erotic, like a fantasy that she could actually live.
Erik opened the front door to the main house and led her inside. Swinging the door shut behind them, he looked around and said, "Home again, home again, jiggety-jig." Then, without warning, he swept Melissa into his arms and kissed her deeply. She was startled at first, taking a long moment before slowly relaxing and letting her body mold into his. Then she kissed him back in giddy relief. It was clear that he wasn't going to dump her and run away. She could finally let go of the anxious fear that she had kept bundled up tightly since confronting him.
"Now here," she told herself, "is a man I could love." The kiss lingered on, each of them exploring the other, dissolving into the other. "Oh shit," she thought, "I used the 'L' word. Can't do that! Bad girl! That way leads to the dark side."
Erik softly broke contact and stepped back, still holding her hands. "Well," he said, looking around, "where's a ball gag?"
She looked at him quizzically.
He shrugged, "You know: ball gag, soccer mom? I've got to at least show you what one looks like before you decide if it's proper apparel for today's fashion-conscious soccer mom."
She laughed, "Okay, let's take a look."
"Well then," he grinned sinisterly, "that means I've got to take you to my evil lair, which is where such things are hidden away."
"Oh!" She exclaimed in feigned shock, bringing her hands up to protectively cover her breasts. "You dastardly villain."
Finding the flat of her hands lying across her erect nipples, she teasingly shifted her hands to caress and then pinch her nipples. Her eyes lidded closed as her face relaxed into pleasure. "Oh, you dastardly, naughty villain."
Erik chuckled, "'Twould appear I'm not the only one who's naughty. Come on then, you cruel harlot, now that you have my pants bursting at the seams. Let us be away to my den of iniquity. Succubus indeed!"
Melissa giggled, "I'm not sure that we're good for each other."
As he led them down toward the living area, Erik laughed in response. "Oh, I'm very certain."
Going down the steps to the lowest level, Melissa had to concentrate carefully on walking in her heels. At first she didn't notice when he turned to the right, toward a set of open double doors, then she realized it was his bedroom. As they reached the doors, she saw it was larger and more brightly decorated than the man-cave that she had expected. Even though there were a couple of man-cave style dark brown overstuffed leather chairs and ottomans, the walls were painted a creamy yellow. There was also a large, canopied, four-poster bed with a gorgeous quilt. The furniture was a warm, cherry-colored wood. The floors were honey-colored, wide-planked wood, with throw rugs.
He paused after they entered the room. She leaned into him and whispered, "It seems far too nice and cheery for a den of iniquity. This room is really beautiful."
He hugged her back. "Thank you, but this is just the outer set dressing, meant to disarm and deceive such an innocent, virginal creature as yourself."
She chuckled, "Then lead on if you must."
"I must. I must. Before my pants can no longer contain my manhood."
She cooed, "I could help you with that."
"You are a cruel one." He paused, considering, "The only thing you missed was licking your lips."
"You mean like this?" Her tongue emerged from the corner of her mouth to trace a slow, seductive path across her lips.
"Ha! Now you have truly earned a turn with the ball gag. That will give you something to fill that pretty mouth."
He led to his walk-in closet, which seemed to occupy most of the wall opposite the windows. His closet was a larger version of her's on the level above. Looking around, she saw the same plush carpeting and wood panelling, but nothing that cried out, 'den of iniquity.' She looked at him puzzled.
He grinned back at her, a little boyish, trying and failing to hide his pride at some surprise that he had yet to reveal. He led her over to a full-length mirror in an ornate frame on the back wall. Reaching up, he felt behind the frame edge. She heard a 'click,' and then the mirror surface swung fractionally back on one side. He pushed against the mirror glass, and it smoothly pivoted open, a door into darkness beyond.
He reached inside and flipped on a light switch, but that only provided dim illumination of the space beyond.
She looked cautiously through the mirror frame into the hidden room. Lit only by a low light, the room felt spooky. The flooring was a rougher hewn version of the wide planking in the bedroom. The walls appeared to be dark stone. The ceiling was supported by large wood beams. Various pieces of furniture were scattered around what seemed to be a large room. Some of the furniture she recognized, like an overstuffed leather couch and a low bed. Others were not as easily understood. There was some sort of bench with dark leather straps and a large dark wood 'X' shape against one wall.
"Okayyy..." she said hesitantly. "Den of Iniquity. Got it. Can we go now? I have to go run away terrified, while the movie audience waits for me to get caught and gruesomely killed."
"Oh pish, posh. Your safe word still works fine. And no, we don't have to go in, if it's too much for one night."
"I, ah, it's just a little much to all take in at once. Can we go in to just look around? You can explain stuff to me?"
"Sure." He stepped through the frame, turned, and held out his hand. "Just step through the looking glass."
She smiled at his joke, still a little uncertain. Then taking his offered hand for support, she stepped through to join him.
"Wow, it's warmer than I thought."
"And that's not even with the wall torches lit."
She looked around, trying to see where the torches hung from the wall.
He laughed, "No, sorry. I don't actually have any wall torches. That seemed a bit over the top, even for me. And not particularly safe. Although I do sometimes regret not putting them in. Some torches would definitely add atmosphere."
"Well," she said reaching out to run her hand down some chains hanging from a ceiling beam, "torches would certainly give this room that 'Spanish Inquisition' flavor that it's otherwise so sadly lacking."
He chuckled. "Indeed. It evokes a certain mood if I don't say so myself."
She nodded in agreement, "I don't know. I say, 'why hold back?' You should have gone for the wall torches."
He laughed sheepishly, "I did have gas lines run behind the walls when it was being built, in case I changed my mind."
She shook her head, "You... are truly incorrigible."
He grinned, "I try." Then he waved to the room. "Here, I'll give you the tour."
She nodded, feeling more comfortable, and more than a little curious.
He led her to a case of long, flat drawers. Sliding one of the drawers out revealed a neatly arranged collection of items. Most of the objects seemed to be fashioned from black leather, balls of brightly colored rubber, polished steel, and more leather. He brushed his hand lightly across them, stopping at one in particular, lifting it out. It was a red ball with a leather strap that went through the middle of it. One end of the strap had a polished chrome buckle and the other end of the strap had matching holes.
Showing it to her, he said, "So this is a ball gag. The ball is a medical-quality silicon rubber, so it doesn't taste nasty." He turned it over in his hand. "The bits here where the strap goes through the ball are wrapped in padded leather, so it doesn't pull too harshly on your mouth. The ball diameter is reasonable, not too huge, so it's a good gag to start with."
