I’d never do anything to hurt her. I’m just curious—it’s personal, not business.”
After a minute of studying my face, he nods. “You believe in that? The Shanghaiing?”
My stomach unclenches now that we’ve moved on in the conversation. “People being taken? Yes. Taken like in the stories? Maybe. All’s fair in love and war.”
“War is hell.” His voice is flat.
Don’t I know it. “Everyone says that.” I lead him down the grey-tiled hallway to my apartment and open the door.
“Some of us know it.”
I definitely do, but I don’t know much about him. “What do you do for a living?”
He raises an eyebrow and closes the door behind us.
My shoes make small thuds against the tile floor as I kick them off. “Feel free to leave yours on. You answered my question with a non-verbal question. I bet you’re someone with power. A lawyer? Maybe you don’t work at all. You’re obviously cultured, refined. Nice suits, clean nails. A trust fund baby?”
He says nothing.
I continue my speculation. “But if you’re into dominating, you’re into power, so you’re probably something in the financial sector, or legal. Maybe a trust fund baby as well, since the two aren’t mutually exclusive. Am I close?”
He almost smiles. “Would you like to see a round from a past game?”
“Yes!” We’re alone. I should give him a tour of the place, like you do. I show him to the small, dark, granite-topped island I use as a table and perch on a stool. He sits across from me and sets a tablet flat on the surface in front of my tightly clasped hands. Am I about to see someone get tied up, spanked, and fucked? My bed is a very short walk away. Is he going to try to seduce me? Nervousness hums beneath my skin, but I trample it down. I’m here to learn. It’s so strange seeing this while in my apartment.
He clears his throat. “Hit play when you’re ready.”
“Will it help me to know what I’m watching before I hit play?”
He tilts his head and looks at me through his lashes. “I’ll leave that up to your discretion.”
Better to go into it blind. I’m reluctant to start; watching this is a threshold. Once I cross it, I’m saying I’m in and want to train. I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t tear myself away from the tablet. With anticipation trembling through my fingers, I tap the screen to hit play.
Flashes of flesh and silver, out of context movements rendering them indecipherable. Then the camera pans back a couple feet.
A man holds a taut length of chain and pushes it into the woman’s lower back before drawing it slowly up her spine. She squirms and gasps and he reaches between them where he straddles her thighs, and pulls another chain, this one smaller, from between her legs.
A long, low, moan leaves her mouth like a strand of pearls. The sound of her pleasure hits me between the legs, heating me from within. She’s lying on that chain, and as he pulls, the links must be purring against her; cold, hard pleasure. What would that feel like? I want to know very, very badly, but I’m all too aware of Darko sitting across from me. Is this why he sat there instead of next to me? The screen’s upside-down from where he sits, but he’s got an up close and personal view of my face.
He’s reading my expressions, gauging my reactions as usual. Well, I can do stoic like he’s never seen; I’ll give nothing away.
Chains shouldn’t be sexy, I know that. But the man in the video knows what he’s doing. I’d be happy to let him play with my body the way he’s doing to hers. If Darko wasn’t here, I’d already be touching myself, getting off to the sight of this guy’s hands, and the woman’s moans.
The man in the video speaks while the sub shivers with pleasure. “Very good, Bethany. Now, this time, I want you to be completely silent. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Holy shit! I jab at the screen four times before finding the pause button. “That’s your voice, Darko. This is
After a minute of studying my face, he nods. “You believe in that? The Shanghaiing?”
My stomach unclenches now that we’ve moved on in the conversation. “People being taken? Yes. Taken like in the stories? Maybe. All’s fair in love and war.”
“War is hell.” His voice is flat.
Don’t I know it. “Everyone says that.” I lead him down the grey-tiled hallway to my apartment and open the door.
“Some of us know it.”
I definitely do, but I don’t know much about him. “What do you do for a living?”
He raises an eyebrow and closes the door behind us.
My shoes make small thuds against the tile floor as I kick them off. “Feel free to leave yours on. You answered my question with a non-verbal question. I bet you’re someone with power. A lawyer? Maybe you don’t work at all. You’re obviously cultured, refined. Nice suits, clean nails. A trust fund baby?”
He says nothing.
I continue my speculation. “But if you’re into dominating, you’re into power, so you’re probably something in the financial sector, or legal. Maybe a trust fund baby as well, since the two aren’t mutually exclusive. Am I close?”
He almost smiles. “Would you like to see a round from a past game?”
“Yes!” We’re alone. I should give him a tour of the place, like you do. I show him to the small, dark, granite-topped island I use as a table and perch on a stool. He sits across from me and sets a tablet flat on the surface in front of my tightly clasped hands. Am I about to see someone get tied up, spanked, and fucked? My bed is a very short walk away. Is he going to try to seduce me? Nervousness hums beneath my skin, but I trample it down. I’m here to learn. It’s so strange seeing this while in my apartment.
He clears his throat. “Hit play when you’re ready.”
“Will it help me to know what I’m watching before I hit play?”
He tilts his head and looks at me through his lashes. “I’ll leave that up to your discretion.”
Better to go into it blind. I’m reluctant to start; watching this is a threshold. Once I cross it, I’m saying I’m in and want to train. I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t tear myself away from the tablet. With anticipation trembling through my fingers, I tap the screen to hit play.
Flashes of flesh and silver, out of context movements rendering them indecipherable. Then the camera pans back a couple feet.
A man holds a taut length of chain and pushes it into the woman’s lower back before drawing it slowly up her spine. She squirms and gasps and he reaches between them where he straddles her thighs, and pulls another chain, this one smaller, from between her legs.
A long, low, moan leaves her mouth like a strand of pearls. The sound of her pleasure hits me between the legs, heating me from within. She’s lying on that chain, and as he pulls, the links must be purring against her; cold, hard pleasure. What would that feel like? I want to know very, very badly, but I’m all too aware of Darko sitting across from me. Is this why he sat there instead of next to me? The screen’s upside-down from where he sits, but he’s got an up close and personal view of my face.
He’s reading my expressions, gauging my reactions as usual. Well, I can do stoic like he’s never seen; I’ll give nothing away.
Chains shouldn’t be sexy, I know that. But the man in the video knows what he’s doing. I’d be happy to let him play with my body the way he’s doing to hers. If Darko wasn’t here, I’d already be touching myself, getting off to the sight of this guy’s hands, and the woman’s moans.
The man in the video speaks while the sub shivers with pleasure. “Very good, Bethany. Now, this time, I want you to be completely silent. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Holy shit! I jab at the screen four times before finding the pause button. “That’s your voice, Darko. This is
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