Authors: Lila Dubois
DangerousLust (6 page)
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“Leona, there’s someone at the front desk
asking for you.”
I looked up from my laptop to see one of the LACMA security
guards leaning in the conference room door.
“Who?”
“Brad something. He said he’s a contractor working with you
and Salli.”
“Oh yes, he is.”
The guard shrugged. “Salli isn’t here.”
“I’ll come down.”
I waited for the security guard to look away before I pushed
myself up out of my chair with my arms. My leg and back muscles were sore, and
my butt hurt from yesterday’s spanking. I walked down to the front desk of the
museum with the guard. Brad was waiting there.
In the afternoon sunlight that spilled in from the glass
walls his hair was gold. He was bigger than I remembered—his shoulders seemed
massive. My stomach fluttered but I shook off the feeling. Residual desire from
yesterday’s session with Master Clay was probably making me hyperaware of other
men.
As we approached, Brad looked over and smiled. It lit up his
whole face. I smiled in return, fighting to ignore the way that sexy smile made
me feel.
“You here to give me the secret code word?” Brad asked.
“More like I’m here to be your escort.” I signed Brad in,
noting my ID number on the clipboard.
“Escort?” Brad wiggled his eyebrows.
Biting my lip to stop a giggle, I motioned for him to follow
me. Since he’d come through the main doors we wound our way through the
exhibits on our way to the door that led to the offices.
“Wait.”
I turned at Brad’s words. He was looking toward the entrance
to one of the exhibits. The doorway was painted black and a faint glow of blue
light could be seen. Brad moved as if he were caught in a spell. I followed
him.
The exhibit hall featured the work of a famous light and
space artist from Los Angeles. His works included rooms bathed in light, long
corridors, wall-sized geometric images, holes in the ceiling that replicated
skylights, but which were actually huge monitors showing the sky above the Atacama
Desert—the purest sky in the world.
Brad was examining a piece that consisted of oval layers of
blue light. “It’s like looking into the heart of the world.”
I stared at Brad in shock. “That’s…exactly how I feel about it.”
There was something about the shape and the colors that had
always made me feel connected to the world in a way that I couldn’t explain.
He closed his eyes, his face bathed in the cool blue light.
I stared at him for a moment, feeling something I couldn’t name. Turning to
face the piece, I too closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, how long I let myself
float, indulging in the feeling of connectedness. When I opened my eyes, Brad
was looking at me.
“Sorry,” I said. “We should go.”
“Don’t be sorry. You were there. I could see it on your
face.”
I didn’t need to ask where, because I felt as though I
understood.
Brad took my hand. I jumped, startled by the contact. Our
gazes met, his face, washed in blue, handsome and strong.
I took a half step forward, curling my fingers around his
before I realized what I was doing. Jerking my hand from his, I crossed my arms
over my belly.
“We should go.”
There was a long moment of silence before I heard him
shifting from foot to foot. “Sure, let’s go.”
I led the way out of the exhibit. I felt better that I
hadn’t been wrong about Brad when we first met, but I didn’t want to get
butterflies in my stomach when I looked at him. Boys like Brad were my past.
Master Clay was my future.
When I opened the conference room door, Brad set down his
bag and pulled out his computer. I risked a glance at him and he smiled at me.
There was no anger in his face, no weirdness in the way he looked at me.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I brought over a print of the John
Divola photograph that would be in the collection. “I’m done with everything
for this one. It’s easy since it focuses on the central triangle image and the
colors are only black and white.”
Brad picked up the poster board, looking between it and the
exhibit text I passed over. The photo was from his vandalism series and
featured the corner of a dirty room. Uneven gray paint was a backdrop for white
painted spots that formed a triangle across the floor and both walls.
“Send me this part of the text and I’ll put it into the app.
Let’s test this baby out.”
Going back to my computer, I emailed Brad the text, then
scooted around to look at his screen as he worked.
“Can you make that a link to a new screen? Like a cross-reference?”
I leaned to the side to point at his screen and my weight
shifted from my thighs to my left ass cheek. A twinge of pain made me wince and
I braced my hands on the arms of the chair.
“Are you okay?”
I’d been so focused on work I hadn’t even thought about what
I was doing. “Yeah, I’m fine.” My heart was hammering in my chest. There was no
way that Brad could know I was sore from a spanking.
He was frowning as he looked at me, and he held my gaze a
moment longer than was casual. When he finally focused on the screen once more
I breathed a sigh of relief.
We worked for another three hours, long past the time my
internship should have been over. When I looked at the clock I groaned.
“Shit. It’s late. I have to go. I have the first draft of a
paper due tomorrow.”
“I didn’t realize what time it was.”
We packed up at record speed. Brad opened the door for me
and we hustled out of the quiet museum. There were people outside taking photos
in the lampposts, but the inside of the museum was quiet. I looked at the light
and space exhibit, remembering the connection we’d had.
Once we were out on the street, Brad jingled his keys. “Want
a ride?”
I thought about what time it was, about how long it would
take to get home on the bus.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, you’re on my way.”
“In that case, yes please.”
“My car’s over here.”
I followed him to one of the surface parking lots and up to
a sleek gray sports car. “Wow, nice car.” I peered at the emblem. “Is this one
of those electric cars? The ones they custom build?”
“Yeah, it’s a Tesla.”
I raised one eyebrow. These cars were each custom made and
seriously expensive. He opened my door for me and I slid into a gray leather
seat.
When he was in, I watched with interest as he powered on the
electric car. It was seriously quiet.
“It’s like a ninja car,” I said.
“Ninja car? I like that.”
“You know what I mean. It’s quiet.”
“I am Brad the ninja, in my ninja car.”
“You a ninja? Not so much. I’d definitely notice you
coming.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think them through.
“Oh yeah?” We were stopped at a light so he leered at me.
I smiled and shook my head. Taking his phone from the
console, I plugged my number into it. “Here’s my number so you can call my cell
next time, instead of waiting as security.”
“Thanks. I’ll text you so you have my number.”
When we were closer to campus I gave him directions to my
building.
“I’ll see you next week,” he said as he pulled to the curb.
“I need a few days to pull together what we talked about.”
“That sounds good. I’ll be there tomorrow so email me if you
need anything. Next Friday is the big LACMA benefit gala, so don’t plan on
coming in next Thursday or Friday.” I opened the door and swung my legs out.
Brad grabbed my wrist, his fingers wrapping around me as if
they were a cuff. “Stop, Leona.”
My breath caught, my whole body humming to life. I half
turned to Brad, my gaze down, my lips parted.
He released my arm. “Don’t forget your computer.”
I snapped back to reality. My gaze flew to his and then I
looked away. I was…ashamed of what had just happened, terrified that I’d
reacted like that. There was no way Brad could know that his words and touch
had made me respond to him as if he were a Dom. At worst he thought I was
weird.
“Uh, thanks.” I grabbed my laptop bag off the floor and
scrambled out. I thought I felt him watching me as I walked away, but when I
looked back his car was gone.
Halfway through I got bored and flipped over to check my
Tumblr account. There was a new direct message waiting for me.
It was from Master Clay.
My whole body flushed and my fingers shook as I tapped the track
pad to open the message.
Hello, Leona. When you receive this message you will,
assuming you have privacy, open the bag I gave you when you left. Please follow
the instructions you’ll find there.
I curled my hands into fists, then, before I could overthink
it, grabbed the glossy black gift bag from under the bed. The bag was filled
with tissue, hiding the heavy contents, but there was an envelope on the top.
Ripping it open, I read the note.
Leona,
You elected to wear a plug and nipple clamps for one
hour. Log in to the online meeting room at the address below. The password is
your name. Depending on my schedule I might watch you live, otherwise the
virtual meeting software will record the video and I will watch it later.
Once the hour starts do not go off camera. You may not
touch your pussy.
-MC
I pulled out the tissue and then set out the items I found
in the bag. There was a short glass plug, nipple clamps, a tube of lube and a
webcam.
My laptop had a built-in webcam, but I plugged in the one
he’d given me and typed in the web address on the bottom of the note. I typed
in my name when prompted for a password and the virtual meeting room popped up.
There was a chat window in the sidebar, but the majority of the screen was the
image from my new webcam, currently showing my roommate’s side of the room.
I hooked the camera over the edge of my laptop screen to get
it out of the way and started cleaning up my bed. I stacked my papers, putting
them to the side. I still needed to finish proofing my essay, but that would
have to wait a few minutes.
“
Leona.
”
Master Clay’s voice made me jump. I lunged for my laptop,
turning down the volume. I didn’t want my suitemates to hear a man’s voice
coming from my room.
There was now a second “person” in the meeting room. Under
the video feed of me was a little note that said “this user has disabled video
sharing.” It appeared this would be a one-way show.
I typed in the chat window.
Hello, Master Clay.
He typed his reply.
The camera has a microphone.
I chewed on my lip, then picked up the camera and slowly
spun it around so he could see my room, in particular my roommate’s bed.
Is your roommate there?
No, Master Clay, but my suitemates are. They’re in the
common room.
I understand. We will communicate in the chat window, but
I want you to turn on the microphone so I may hear your reactions.
I breathed a sigh of relief and enabled the mic function.
Thank
you, Master Clay.
You’re welcome, Leona. As I said, I respect your privacy
and your need to protect yourself and your future. Now why don’t you take a
step back so I can see you.
I grimaced. I was not looking my sexiest at the moment. Turning
my laptop, I got off the bed and took a few step backs. I examined myself in
the video image. My hair was pulled back with clips and I wasn’t wearing any
makeup. I had on a lettered sweatshirt and jeans with fuzzy socks.
I shrugged and waved a little.
You’re lovely, Leona. I forget how young you are.
I didn’t know how to respond to that. Was the fact that I
was young good or bad?
Remove your clothing.
And just like that my mood went from slightly uncomfortable
and anxious to aroused.
I started with my socks, quickly stripping them off, then
unfastening my jeans and wiggling out of them. I was wearing blue cotton
boy-short panties. They were a far cry from the black silk and lace he’d gotten
me.
Next was my sweatshirt. I wasn’t wearing anything under it.
My bra was white cotton with blue polka dots.
I paused, suddenly nervous.
Leona, I’m waiting.
I held up one finger, ran to the door to make sure it was
locked, then ran back.
Remembering that he’d said not to go off camera I typed,
making
sure the door was locked,
then stripped off my bra and panties in quick
movements.
Standing naked in my room was very different from standing
naked in the Marquis’ Quarters. I felt more exposed in the overhead fluorescent
light. Standing here like this I couldn’t pretend I was someone else, some
elegant, sexy version of myself. I was just Leona—Leona who was naked and
taking orders from a Dom via webcam.
It’s time to begin. The hour starts when both the clamps
and plug are in place. Please move the camera to make sure I have a good view.
I climbed onto the mattress and set my laptop on my dresser,
which was at the foot of the bed. I looked at the things on the comforter and
decided to start with the nipple clamps. Picking up the webcam, I held it in my
left hand, pointing it at my breasts. I watched the screen, watched as my
fingers plucked at each nipple, pulling and twisting until they were hard.
When I was ready I grabbed the clamps. Using my right hand
while the left moved the camera, I opened the stiff clamp and positioned it
over my nipple. Bit by bit I released it, the plastic-covered tips closing on
my sensitive flesh. They were tight and I hissed in pain.
Does that hurt?
Unable to type, I moved the camera until it showed my face
and nodded.
Good. Do the other nipple. Quickly.
I obeyed, clamping my other breast. I was breathing hard as
my nipples throbbed with pain. Now I understood why he’d wanted the mic.
Now I want you to kneel on the bed. Put the laptop where
you can read what I type, but position the camera behind you so I can see your
ass.
After a minute of maneuvering I had the camera propped on
one of the posts of the bed, my laptop near my shoulders, as close to my head
as the length of the camera cord would allow. I pulled my knees up under me in
a sort of child’s pose.
My ass and pussy were centered in the video image. I looked
away in embarrassment.
Coat one finger in lube and rub it over your anus. Then
coat the plug in lube.
My lubed finger was slippery against my ass. It was easier
to do it if I didn’t look at the image, so I closed my eyes, stroking the
entrance to my ass slowly, hoping to feel the same pleasure I had when Master
Clay had done that. After a while it felt good, but nothing like when he’d been
the one playing with my ass.
My belly tight with nerves, I coated the plug in lube. There
was a ribbon of red glass running through it, and the flared base was oval in
shape instead of round.
My thoughts flashed to Brad. Brad, who’d seen such beauty
where other people saw only colored light. I wondered what Brad would think if
he could see me. Wondered if he’d like what he saw.
I couldn’t be thinking about him right now. I didn’t want to
think about him.
Trying to force myself to focus I reached back, positioned
the tip of the plug against my anus and pushed hard. The slippery glass forced
its way in, the shock of pain enough to have me crying out in surprised pain.
Slowly, Leona. Remove the plug entirely and start again.
I removed the half-inserted plug and took a few deep
breaths, then positioned it once again. Applying light pressure, I inched it in
millimeter by millimeter. It took me a full minute to get it all the way in,
and it still hurt.
How was that?
I wiped my hands on my discarded sweatshirt, which had
landed on the bed.
It hurt. More than when you did it.
When you’re aroused your body is easily able to read pain
as pleasure. Alone, your level of arousal will not be as intense, and therefore
you will feel more pain than pleasure with the plug and clamps.
Yes, Master.
The countdown starts now. You will not be able to wear
the clamps that whole time. I will advise you when to take them off and when to
reapply them.
I realized that I was stuck kneeling on my bed with my
laptop at my side. After five minutes a combination of boredom and anxiety about
my essay had my reaching for the keys.
Master Clay?
Yes, Leona?
I was working on an essay. Can I keep doing that?
Of course.
I’ll need to move my laptop and stuff.
Very well, as long as I have a good view of your pussy
and ass.
It took me a few minutes, but I ended up on my back with my
legs spread, the camera on a pillow between my legs and my laptop resting on my
belly. I had to hold my papers up to read them, but at least I could see my
screen and type.
At some point I’d tucked my phone under my pillow. When it
buzzed I reached up and grabbed it, careful not to shift too much.
I had a text from an unknown number.
This is the ninja looking for the math geek.
I grinned. Brad.
I looked guiltily at my laptop, changing programs to the
virtual meeting window. But Master Clay couldn’t see what I was doing, and he
had an explicit view of my pussy and the base of the plug.
No math geeks here. Math ninja.
Understood, math ninja. What u doing?
For one insane minute I thought about typing “Video meeting
with a sex Dom. I have a plug in my ass and clamps on my nipples. What are you
doing?”
Working on essay
, I replied.
That sucks. Playing Xbox.
How grown up.
At least I don’t have homework.
Meanie.
Aw, poor baby.
Jerk. Don’t gloat.
Want me to kiss it better?
I blew out a breath and closed my eyes. It was time to admit
that Brad had been flirting with me earlier…and that I had been flirting right
back. I hadn’t meant to, but there was just something about him.
The plug and clamps had been a dull ache, no longer really
painful but more of a discomfort than anything. Suddenly that ache was more of
a throb, and the pressure on my nipples felt good, as did the fullness in my
ass.
Promises, promises.
I stared at the message for a moment, knowing I shouldn’t
send it. It was rude to flirt with someone you weren’t interested in. I hit
send.
Dropping my phone on the bed, I covered my face with my
hands. What was I doing?
The video chat screen was blinking. I clicked over to see
that I’d missed three messages from Master Clay.
Leona, remove the clamps.
Leona, are you there?
Leona.
I winced and scrambled to reply.
I’m sorry, Master Clay.
Enjoying working on your essay?
That was an odd question, but I replied
yes
.
Move the camera and show me as you take off the clamps. I
want to see your face as you do so.
I sat up to grab the camera, then lay back and held the
camera up with one hand. I undid the first clamp. The blood returned to my
nipple and pain flooded me. I winced and swallowed a yelp. I tried to think of
something sexy, remembering what Master Clay had said about arousal making the
pain more like pleasure. I imagined Master Clay’s fingers and Brad lips on my
nipples. Holding on to those images, I removed the second clamp. When it was
off I opened my eyes.
Lovely, Leona. You will leave them off for twenty
minutes, then reapply them for the last ten.
Yes, Master Clay.
Put the camera back where it was.
Positioning the camera between my legs once more, I picked
up my essay notes, but I couldn’t focus and grabbed my phone instead. There was
a message from Brad.
Careful what you ask for.
I looked at my laptop, where the image of my own pussy and
ass was on screen.
Maybe you need to be careful.
I’m not afraid of complicated.
How do you know I’m complicated?
Did you forget? I’m a ninja.
I smiled, thoroughly enjoying myself.
I don’t think you
mean ninja.
What do I mean?
Ladies’ man?
Me? No.
Then how do you know about complicated girls?
I’m a complicated guy.
Oh yeah? You seem like more of a good guy to me.
Complicated is good.
I doubted Brad had any idea how complicated I really was.
Normal girls would be ecstatic to be flirting with someone like Brad. He
deserved better than a crazy person like me, who was texting him while
simultaneously submitting sexually for a Dom.
Agreed, but secrets can be
dangerous
.
Are you dangerous, Leo?
No one had called me Leo since high school and the nickname
made me smile.
Yep. Very.
More dangerous than…a ninja?
I laughed, hugging my phone to my chest. My arms brushed my
bare nipples and little shards of pleasure slithered through me.
I have an essay to finish.
Good luck with your homework.
Thks. See you next week.
I stuffed my phone under my pillow to stop myself from
texting him again. For the next ten minutes I worked on my essay, my arousal fading
until I clicked over just in time to see Master Clay’s order to reapply the
clamps. I did as he demanded, breathing hard from the sweet pain.