Desired and Dominated (28 page)

His voice is so commanding, and sincere; I couldn’t possibly refuse him, even if I wanted to. It’s an honor to have a Master such as Nate demonstrate something as intricate and specialized as shibari on me. “I would love that. It’s been so long since we’ve been to Andromeda together. I miss it.”

He moves his thumbs across my knuckles, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. “I’m glad. I’ve missed it too. I’ve missed seeing you ready and waiting for me, or seeing you in chains on my cross. I’ve arranged for us to have a private room after the demonstration, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait to get you back to the hotel.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” He always says the sweetest things, without making them sound clichéd or cheesy; something in his voice makes it sound so sexy and…honest.

“And you’re quite the smooth talker.”

“Just being honest. Now enough about me, I want to know what’s been going on with you. How is your ankle now that you’re back dancing fulltime?”

I don’t want to lie to him, but I know he’ll worry about me if I tell him how much it still hurts. I haven’t told the physio either. He wouldn’t let me dance if he knew how much pain I’m in every night. It almost killed me taking time away from it before. I can’t do it again. I’ve been managing my own pain, visiting doctors in every city to get prescriptions for Vicodin, because I can’t let the ballet company doctor find out about it. He works closely with the physio and they would have me replaced in a heartbeat. If I time it properly, I can get through the full performance without any adverse effects on my dancing ability, but within an hour of the curtain going down, I can barely stand. I took a few extra pills tonight to make sure that Nate doesn’t see that happen. I should be able to make it back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow without it becoming too much for me.

“Earth to Sofia. Did you hear me? Or am I boring you already?”

I was so busy thinking about my deception, I forgot to answer the question. “Sorry. Of course you’re not boring me, I’m just exhausted after the performance, followed by your…
performance
in my dressing room. Throw in some sparkling wine, and I’m feeling a little out of it.”

“I’ll get the check and we’ll go. My ballerina needs her rest, and as always, your wellbeing is my primary concern, my beautiful Nyx.”

As promised, Nate settles the bill and leads me out of the restaurant to hail a cab back to the hotel. I must have misjudged my pills, or the alcohol is affecting me more because of them, because I barely make it out of the door before my ankle gives way and I lose my footing. Nate reacts at lightning speed, taking my weight and pulling me close. “Are you okay? Is it your ankle?” He scoops me up into his arms as we wait for the valet to get us a cab, and all I want to do is cry. I want to confess everything to him, but I can’t.

“Just too much champagne and heels that are far too high.”

“Are you sure? You’d tell me if it was your ankle, wouldn’t you?”

He looks at me, staring into my soul as I lie to his face. “Of course.” My heart drops into my stomach as I nestle against his warm chest, hanging my head in shame. I haven’t seen him in four months, my Master, the love of my life, and yet, here I am, lying to him. I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’ve always known that I’m not good enough for him; that my darkness would taint his goodness, but instead of fighting it, I’m making it a reality, and I hate myself for it.

He spends the rest of the night taking care of me, after lifting me in and out of the cab, and carrying me up to our hotel room. He runs me a bath, washing every inch of me with such sweet tenderness, before putting me to bed, and crawling in beside me. I fall asleep content, for the first time in months – four months to be exact. My nightmares subside and the physical pain I feel in my waking hours, fades into insignificance, wrapped in the arms of the man I love.

“Are you ready to leave for Désir?”

“Yeah. I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been outside of a playroom before.”

Nate pulls me into his arms, his scent soothing my anxiety. “I spoke to the Master of the club last night. I laid down the ground rules for having us in the main hall. I told him that you will not be naked. I can show them everything they need to know without them seeing you like that. You’re mine, and the thought of anyone seeing what’s mine, makes me so angry I can hardly breathe.”

“Thank God! I would have done as you asked, but I really didn’t want to be completely naked in front of all those people.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Remember the rules. You need to let me know your limits. It’s the only way I can protect you and make sure that I’m not pushing you past what you can handle.”

I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry. It’s been so long since we’ve been together, and I wanted to please you. We’ve had such a wonderful day today, talking and walking, and just being together. I didn’t want to ruin that with a clinical discussion of hard limits.”

He cups my face in his large, warm hands, forcing me to look at him. “
Nothing
between us is clinical, Nyx. Not ever.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He holds me close, stroking his hands up and down my back until my body relaxes, melting into his strong, broad frame. I breathe in his masculine scent, letting it wash over me, giving me the confidence to go through with tonight. “I explicitly told the club that it is a view only class. No one is allowed to touch you, or participate in any way. It’s just you and me. All you have to do is focus on me; my voice; my hands on your body.” I let out a breath, I didn’t know I was holding, the tension leaving my body. “Sofia.” He pulls away, holding my shoulder with his hands, staring at me, looking for answers. “You’ve been worried about this. I can cancel. I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable. That’s why I wanted to ask you first. You can’t lie to me. I know it’s been hard, us being apart, but I’m your Master, and you need to respect that at all times, distance or not. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master Callaghan.”

“Good girl. So, what do you want to do? Do you want me to cancel, and I can perform my master class for your eyes only? It’s well worth seeing!”

“I’m sure it is…and that’s why I want to go with you. You’re so talented. I’ve seen your work before. I stood in the back at one of your demonstrations in New York. It was…breath-taking, and heart-breaking. I so wanted it to be me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

I caress his face with my hand, touched by his sentiments. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I chose not to tell you back then. I wanted to, but I was scared. Don’t ever be sorry for who you are. I love everything about you, and without your past, you wouldn’t be the man standing before me. The man I’ve fallen head over heels in love with.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

I lower my gaze, uncomfortable at the thought of him putting me on a pedestal. “I’m the lucky one.” His lips find mine, erasing all of my worries and insecurities, surrounding me with love and acceptance.

“Are you sure about this? About, the demonstration?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I trust you. Let’s go. I’m desperate to be bound by you, Master Callaghan.”

We leave for the club, hand in hand, full of anticipation for the night ahead. I’m still apprehensive about being so vulnerable in a room full of strangers, but I want to do this, for him, and for myself. I won’t live the rest of my life in the shadow of my own fears.

The décor is sumptuous and inviting, the private rooms fully equipped with everything a submissive could ever want for a night of extreme pleasure and pain at the hands of her Dom. The main hall has been set up for the demonstration with a leather table in the center and the ropes that will bind me, resting on top.

Seeing the way Nate commands the room is such a turn on. Every nerve-ending in my body is alive with desire, the anticipation of his touch causing butterflies to swarm in my stomach. He takes my hand in his, pulling me into his side.

“Are you ready, Nyx?”

“Yes, Master Callaghan. I’m ready.”

He leads me through the crowd, over to the table, and I can feel my hands shaking.

“Take off your robe.” I do as he asks, the eyes of everyone around us focused on me. I drop the robe to the floor, letting it pool at my feet.

My Master has me dressed in a stunning outfit this evening, tailored specifically for me, and conducive to what he wants to do with the ropes. I’m wearing deep purple, satin ballet shoes, with jewel encrusted ribbons that he tied in the most intricate, striking knots; up over my ankles and twisting around my calves. They complement the deep purple lace panties I’m wearing, perfectly. I have a fitted miniature tutu, unlike anything I’ve ever worn before; sexy and sensual, and perfect for me. Instead of a bra, he has chosen a lace effect body art that cover my now tightly budded nipples, tapering off to the sides in an elegant swirling pattern. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrors on the far side of the room. I look…beautiful. I feel beautiful.

“You are stunning. Absolutely breath-taking.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. “Will you dance for me while I prepare the ropes for you?”

“Yes, Master Callaghan.” He nods in the direction of the DJ, and the music blaring through the speakers, stops; Désir momentarily plunged into silence, before something familiar starts playing. It’s ‘Tempo di Valse’ from Act 1 of Swan Lake.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t look at anyone but me. You’re mine, Nyx. Every magnificent inch of you is mine.”

My breathing is heavy and erratic as he lifts the ropes in front of him, his eyes never leaving mine as I begin to dance for him…only for him.

I took enough painkillers to ensure that nothing we do tonight could hurt me, so I let myself go and enjoy the carefree feeling of dancing for my Master. I hear gasps in the crowd as I let the music guide me, but I don’t see anyone but him. He’s transfixed, his eyes hungry, brimming over with desire as he watches every move I make, his gaze lingering over my breasts as I caress my hands across my nipples. When the music fades, I bow before him and then assume my submissive position at his feet. The crowd is eerily silent, watching with baited breath.

“You may look at me.” I am consumed with love for this man. He’s everything to me. “Who do you dance for?”

“Only for you, Master Callaghan.”

His hands are clasped behind his back. “I am honored. Truly.” He slowly circles me, his familiar scent invading my senses. “Are you ready to be bound, Nyx?”

“Yes, Master Callaghan.”

“What is your safe word?”

“Hummingbird, Master Callaghan.”

“Good girl. Now stand up, your back facing me, and hold your arms outstretched behind you, crossed at the wrists.” I follow his instructions, pressing my thighs together to alleviate the pressure of my own arousal. He reads even the most subtle movements of my body, speaking quietly enough that only I can hear him. “Your arousal is making me hard, little one. I can’t wait any longer to get my hands on you.” He grabs my hands and wraps the purple ropes around my wrists, rendering me helpless, and the master class begins.

His voice is bold and commanding as he addresses the crowd, who close in around us to better see my Master’s work. “You should always begin your rope work by binding your submissive’s wrists. That way, you have complete control over her body as you continue. Depending on their experience and level of discipline, you may also want to bind their feet. A simple line from the wrists down to the ankles would suffice, and repeat the knotting sequence I’m showing you now. The length of rope between can always be worked into the design. In this case, Nyx is a disciplined and obedient submissive, who does not require her feet to be bound at this early stage, instead I will incorporate that into my chosen design, later in the demonstration.”