Current dayI gently knead the aching muscles and tendons of my injured leg while trying to push the ache aside at the sight of the black gates of Monroe's home. The effects of the ibuprofen wore off an hour ago and I need to get out of the car and stretch my leg. Taking pain pills was impossible because I wanted to drive and now I'm paying the price. The gates open and I feel a sense of returning home. It's been this way since my first visit. Even the sight of the ever dour Stephens opening the front door lightens my grumpy, pain-induced mood."Good evening, sir. Master Nathanial is on the phone. I will assist you to your room. Do you require a snack before the evening meal?"It took me a few years to get over Stephens' stiff upper lip and understand the hidden humor behind his uptight, crotchety behavior. "No, Stephens. Are any of the women here this evening?""No, sir, except for Miss Angel, but she is unavailable."Angel isn't the name of one of the usual models, but from time to t
Past"Damn it, Zachery, stop flexing. You continue to tighten your muscles and the rope loosens when you relax. The binding can cause just as much damage when it is too loose as it can when it is too tight. Do you need me to explain it again from the beginning?""Fuck you, get me out of this," I hissed."Hold on. Sara, I am unbinding you first. Sorry, my love, but as you can see I have an unwilling hostage."I gritted my teeth while the rope slid from Sara's body. I understood the mechanics, but I was having trouble and I wasn't quite sure how to deal with it.Monroe helped Sara sit up and took a minute to give her a kiss and rub the marks on her skin, making sure her blood was flowing with the least amount of pain.He stood her up on the floor. "I want everyone out. Zach and I need to discuss a few things."Monroe didn't sound happy and that was too fucking bad. My position kept me from seeing everyone hustle out of the room, but I heard their feet beat a hasty retreat. A hand tighten
I kept my leg propped up until dinner. The swelling receded and I was able to bend it again. What I wouldn't give for an ice cold beer. Marguerite served dinner at six sharp. She seemed a little upset with Monroe and only spoke to him in clipped sentences when she had to.Monroe acted as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "Has Angel eaten her dinner?" he asks Marguerite before she can leave the room.The older woman's eyes flash and I look between her and Monroe. "I took it to her, Senor, but she only nibbled."Monroe slowly unfolds his napkin and places it in his lap before looking back at her. "Please keep a plate warm and I will take it up to her later and see that she eats." "Sí." With that, Marguerite marches from the room with her shoes striking the tiles a little heavier than normal.Monroe rolls his eyes before turning his dark gaze to me. "She is angry that I punished Angel.""Ya think?"I receive another eye roll. "Yes, I think.""Do you mind if I ask what Ang... your sl
I leave with Stephens for the forty-five minute trip into Houston and Club El Diablo. Monroe keeps a suite at the exclusive El Diablo Hotel, and I stop there briefly before entering the club, which is located on the premises of the hotel.The lights, smells, and music bring me fully into my kink headspace. I've visited private clubs around the country, but no matter the attractions each has, El Diablo is my favorite. The sight of the beautiful carousel makes me smile and brings back the memory of the last punishment I gave Sara before she met her husband. It was a spanking with the flat of my hand but it was more than satisfying.At the beginning of my BDSM exploration, Sara held my hand. She was a switch in the early days of her own journey, and she had good understanding of what I needed to learn. Monroe taught me about bondage techniques and how to create the perfect scene. It was Sara who showed me the delicate exchange of power I needed in order to understand how it all comes to
The show begins and while Monroe is concentrating on his part, I work on the intricate web in the corner. I start at the bottom, creating foot holds to travel upward as I add to the height of the design. My movements are swift and precise, the product of years of collaboration with Monroe. I finish the formation before the end of the scene with Cheri, and I'm able to turn and watch when her Dom administers a flogger. She spins beautifully with each blow. The scene winds down, and Monroe lowers Cheri into her Dom's waiting arms. He quickly removes her bindings and her Master carries her away from the demonstration area.I remove my shirt and shoes and begin stretching. My bad knee will be taking some punishment in this scene, but I know I can place most of my weight on my good leg. When my body is loose and warm I look toward Monroe, who is speaking with one of the observers. He's as attuned to me as I am to him. He immediately looks over, cuts off his conversation, and approaches me
Monroe tightens the suspension rope and raises Angel to the very tips of her toes. I maneuver her higher and she keeps rising until her feet completely leave the ground. Her low painful moan causes my already attentive cock to twitch while I keep her body from pitching forward. I look over my shoulder and give Raul, who's controlling the winch, our prearranged signal to begin lifting me higher.I rise from the floor and remove one hand from Angel to grab the web. Balanced precariously, I insert my foot onto the web rope to further balance myself. I remove one of the rope skeins from my waistband and, using one hand and my teeth, release the knot holding the doubled strand of rope together and let it shake loose. My job is to secure her to the top of the web from above while Monroe works on her legs. He tucks the back of her calves to her thighs and begins securing the lower part of her body to the web. An intricate weave takes shape and the strands on Angel's body begin blending into
"She needs to be released quickly and taken out of here," Monroe says. I have no idea where he came from. "The room reserved for you has a shower. Warm water will help, and keep the light low for at least an hour."Monroe unties my bindings first and then we work in tandem unknotting the intricate knots securing Angel. The crowd doesn't wander away as they generally do. They stand and watch while remaining unusually quiet. They seem to know what I feel deep in my soul: The scene was special and Angel is extraordinary.Her body is mostly limp when I gather her into my arms and Monroe unravels the remainder of rope. When the last strand falls to the floor, I carry Angel's shivering body to the back of the club. The pain in my knee isn't even a thought as I lengthen my stride. Damian stands at the entrance to the private rooms, holding a door open for me."Use the phone if you need anything," Damian says as he closes the door quietly behind him.I ease Angel onto one of the thick floo
I can't breathe. Her memory fills my thoughts. At my shock, she turns away, her shoulders quivering. I stand staring at the graceful lines of her body. Her perfect skin, perfect everything. It's her-my fantasy. But in the actual fantasy she's not crying.I blow out the breath I've been holding and step out of the shower. The items in my hands fall to the counter and my legs move me back into the shower. I rest my palms on the hair covering her shoulders. Pulling her up toward me, I mold her back to the front of mine and draw in a deep breath, let it out, and close my eyes. Fuck.Grazing her ear with my lips I whisper, "Don't cry."My words release a torrent of gut-wrenching sobs and I hold on, keeping her tightly wrapped in my arms while the warm water cascades over us. I offer comfort, but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that this is a dream cascade through my brain. Monroe knew. Somehow... someway... he found Hooriya because he knew.And she's Monroe's s
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f