The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (11 page)

“Work yourself on him, Lexi, use him,” he commanded in that wickedly powerful tone. He stepped backwards and watched as Lexi began to move. It was a challenge for her, bound as she was, but she used her muscles in her legs to work herself in long hard strokes on my aching sex. I groaned softly at the intense feeling of her on top of me, coupled with the viciously erotic sight of her bonds. She had just found a steady rhythm, one that was making me weak in the knees, she moaned with each thrust, and Master Stephen had moved to stand against a nearby table watching, while Master Ethan was now standing behind Lexi. His hands moved, and she cried out behind her gag, I looked down and noticed that he was sliding his fingers into her rectum. After a moment, I could feel his fingers inside of her as she slid down onto me. It was depraved and decadent, but it excited me and my hips began to thrust up into hers of their own volition. Once he had properly prepared her, he pushed her forward bending her at the waist. Her movements stilled, and she groaned loudly as he entered her.

“Your turn to move those sweet little hips Jayden.” Master Ethan said in a strained voice. “Orgasm when you’re ready.” In my restraints, it was difficult, but I saw why he had tied me with my feet planted on the table. I grabbed the ropes above my bound wrists for any measure of leverage and thrust my hips up as well as I could. When my eyes found Lexi’s face, I saw her total wanton abandon and a feeling of lust shot through my stomach and straight to my overexcited cock. Her muffled grunts and cries as she was repeatedly and alternately filled just drove that frenzied lust higher. She closed her eyes then and I knew she was trying to hold off her orgasm. Seeing her working so hard, feeling her tightening, hearing her muffled cries, and feeling Master Ethan as we were both inside of her was far too much for me. My head drove back into the padding on the table, and I thrust my hips up hard, seeing bright colored lights pop in front of my eyes as I came hard into her. I locked my jaw against the guttural cry trying to claw its way out of me.

As I worked to catch my breath, Master Ethan pushed Lexi down onto my chest and fucked her in earnest. Her head was just below my chin, so I tilted my head and kissed her hair, and as I felt my softening sex slide from her, I let my head hit the padding of the table. As I turned my face to the side, I caught sight of Master Stephen still watching us. He was leaning against one of the taller tables with his jeans down to his knees, unashamedly stroking his impossibly hard, thick sex. As I watched, his breathing accelerated wildly and he threw his head back. The taut lines of his jaw and throat strained as he silently came, thick jets of white semen were forced from his cock as his orgasm consumed him. Slowly, his hand stopped and a low groan escaped him. As his eyes met mine again, he smiled.

“Every inch of you is mine,” Master Ethan growled suddenly, drawing my attention back to them, Lexi nodding in response. “Even your orgasms are mine. You want to come don’t you?” he asked in a forced whisper and she nodded again. There was nothing else she could do gagged as she was, still softly grunting in time with his hard thrusts. He slid his hand between us, and I felt it graze my already hardening sex before stroking her slowly.

“Yeah, you like having my cock in your ass, don’t you? It makes you so fucking hot,” he said rubbing her harder. “Show me. Come hard for me – now Lexi.” The combination of his words, his tone, and his body forced Lexi over the edge. watched as she focused on her body, now feeling every bit of the pleasure he gave her. She pulled her head up, and her body stiffened as she screamed into the gag. If they were mere lovers she would have been screaming his name. His cries were more defined, but just as inarticulate as he followed suit. He pulled her back into him, grabbing her hips hard. With one final thrust, his face pressed into her back and he panted.

“Ah, my Lexi,” he murmured as he stroked her hip gently. His hand moved down slowly, and then he was stroking my hip. With a sigh, he disengaged himself from us, reattaching the panel to his leather pants. When he went over to talk to Master Stephen, I placed another soft kiss in her hair, and she pressed herself closer to me.

“Let me go grab a damp hand towel. Would you untie them?” I heard Master Ethan asking Master Stephen. He must have agreed because within seconds he was standing next to us, loosening the ropes on Lexi’s arms, and then he leaned down to murmur in her ear.

“It’s too bad your Master is so possessive of you, little Lexi. I would have so dearly loved to hear you screaming my name as I fucked you.” Master Ethan came back after we had both been released, and we watched as they both dressed. Our Master walked his guest out, and we waited anxiously for his return.

“You both performed admirably,” Master Ethan told us after he had returned. “Master Stephen was impressed with both of you.” Then he turned toward us, and hopped up to sit on one of the tables. “I will be out of town from Wednesday until Saturday morning for a medical conference. I will expect both of you to be waiting for me in this room at noon on Saturday. I’m sure I will have stress that needs to be relieved. Is that clear?” We both agreed in unison and were subsequently dismissed.

I didn’t see much of Ethan over the next few days, he was staying late at the hospital gearing up for his absence. This was actually helpful to me because we were starting up a new term, and I had a lot of work to get through. I spent most of the week barricaded in my room researching my term paper. Finally, I had a term with only two courses, but I knew I’d have just as much work. That was when those summers I spent doubling up paid off. I was enjoying my research project just a bit too much this term. The question dealt with the intricacies and alliances of different groups during the Civil War. The problem was, every time I came across a reference with state allegiances, I got hard. It was nice to enjoy my research, but it was starting to get distracting.

By Friday afternoon, after the book entitled States Rights and Roles, I knew I needed to just walk away for a while. I was scrolling through the contacts on my phone, realizing just how out of touch I had been with my friends. It just seemed like a whole different lifetime ago that I hung out with these people. Now, I didn’t even know who to call to catch a beer with. As I scrolled through, I received an incoming text. When I opened it, it read simply ‘
Pizza
?’ It was from Lexi. I smiled and replied quickly with ‘
Yes, Please! Want me to pick you up
?’ She said she would stop by since she was already out.

Half an hour later, we were on my motorcycle headed to a local pizza place, forcing myself not to think of the fact that she had her arms tightly around me, her breasts pressed against my back, and that I was positioned between her legs. God, there is just something about this girl that made me crazy. After pulling into the lot at the pizza place, we swung off the bike and headed for the door, but I stopped dead when I started to see other people. I hadn’t really been out since Ethan and I entered into our agreement. The cuff on my wrist was like a beacon. I felt like I had a neon sign over my head that read “sexual deviant”. My whole life seemed to have changed in the span of a couple of weeks. Could I really go in there and appear to be normal?

“Jayden, what is it?” Lexi asked, concerned, taking my hand.

“I…I haven’t….” I started, but really, how do I explain this?

“You’re still the same person,” she said slowly, squeezing my hand. “It’s not like anyone will be able to tell. I know it’s a little unnerving at first. It’s okay, really.” She tugged on my hand and pulled me toward the door. Before we reached the other people near the entrance, she stopped pulling on my hand and I halted.

“Maybe we should have gone to that sandwich place instead,” she suggested, looking around.

“Why? What is it?” I asked her nervously. Had she seen someone she knew?

“I could have really gone for a couple of subs,” she said with a deadpan expression, and then started to giggle.

“That was bad, Lexi.” I said, laughing in spite of myself.

“Yeah, it was pretty sub-par, wasn’t it?” she agreed, pensively, and then burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes as we made our way inside.

“Okay, I’ll try to be more subdued,” she said with a little fake sigh as the hostess came up to help us. She eyed me speculatively as she showed Lexi and me to an open booth.

“She’s staring at me,” I admitted quietly to Lexi, who laughed.

“You’re gorgeous, of course she’s staring,” she said, rolling her eyes. Then she was serious. “The first time I went out after Ethan and I started our agreement, I was with a group of girls from school. I just knew they could see right through me and I felt…naked. It was a while before I started feeling ‘normal’ again.”

“Can I ask you something?” I said in a low voice after the waitress took our order.

“Sure, Jayden.” She reached over and squeezed my hand.

“How did you end up as Ethan’s sub?” I asked, whispering the last word. She blinked. Apparently, that wasn’t the question she was expecting.

“Oh….” she said her smile widening. “It’s probably not the sordid tale you’re imagining. I’m not a kidnapped harem girl, or anything. He didn’t win me in a game of poker.” She giggled. “My sophomore year of college, I roomed with a senior named Genevieve. We were friends, but I was different then. I was painfully shy, with glasses and long braids, and really had no self confidence, and I spent most of my time reading. I had few friends and never really went out.” She shrugged, and looked down at the table. I squeezed her hand this time, encouraging her to continue.

“A few times near the end of the year, she came home upset. I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong, but she wouldn’t. Finally, one night she came home and I was reading an erotic novel, as I had done a few times before. Her eyes widened, and she asked me about it. At first, I tried to play it off but I could see that she wasn’t going to judge me. So, I told her about my fascination with BDSM and D/s. She smiled at me and then told me about Ethan. She was his collared sub, but she’d gotten accepted to an MBA program in California and would have to terminate their relationship, she was upset about leaving him. We talked all night about her role and about Ethan. By morning, she said that she’d talk to him about training me. I’d never even been with a guy before. I couldn’t imagine why he would want me, I was so inexperienced.” She laughed softly at the memory, and I was entranced by the sound of it. Just then, the waitress brought the pizza we’d ordered. I took another drink of my beer and Lexi did the same.

“Ethan agreed to meet with me, and we talked for about an hour. We talked about my fantasies, and about the needs and expectations of a D/s relationship. Then, we went up to the room. He had me remove my clothes; it was the most erotic experience. He was exceptionally gentle as he touched me over several different parts of my body. Now I know he was testing my responsiveness. He gave me my very first orgasm, just with his hands. From that point, I was his. I’d do whatever I could to please him.” She finished, shifting a little in her seat.

“You said that you were a virgin. Was he….?” I asked timidly.

“He was gentle and caring. It wasn’t what you might be thinking,” she explained quietly, looking away. “We weren’t in a bed, but I wasn’t bound. He was patient with me, and we worked up to it over a series of sessions. I can’t imagine that any other Dom would have been so tolerant with me.” I nodded and inwardly marveled at Ethan’s ability to read people. He knew that I would need an immediate immersion while Lexi required more patience. We finished our pizza and ordered another round of beers.

As we drank a few more beers each, we talked, she wanted to know about my family, and she told me some about hers. We talked about our vanilla relationships and anything else we could think of. When the conversation turned to the future, her face clouded slightly and she quickly changed the subject, so I didn’t press, figuring she’d tell me if she wanted to. We walked back to the bike, and Lexi was all smiles again, which I was fairly sure that had to do with her alcohol content. I swung my leg over the bike and she stood next to me.

“I had fun tonight, Jayden. I still don’t go out all that often – thanks,” she said, smiling and leaning forward. At first, I thought she was going to kiss my cheek, but she put her small hand on the side of my face and pulled it to hers. I reveled in the feeling of her lips on mine, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair, as our mouths danced together in a perfect rhythm. It was only when she moaned softly against my mouth that I remembered where we were, and more to the point, what we were.

“Lexi, honey, let’s get you home.” Sighing, she rested her head on my shoulder.

“I don’t want to go home. Can we go back and watch movies at your house?” she asked in a small voice. Something was definitely bothering her and I wished with all my heart that she would trust me, and confide in me. I mean, we were in this together now, weren’t we? She’s been there for me when I needed someone.

We got back to the house and she picked out a DVD while I went up to change. When I came back down, she was putting something into the player. I tossed one of my t-shirts and a pair of gym shorts to her. Grinning, she started to strip, and I turned quickly to spread the blanket on the couch for us to sit under.

“Jayden….” she said, giggling. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me in much less.” I nodded, and she came around to sit on the couch in her borrowed clothes. As the movie started, she snuggled into my side, and I put my arm around her. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I felt with her when I felt so out of place with other people now. Going through my contacts earlier, I couldn’t find one person, one friend, that I felt comfortable being with right now – even Kimberly. My sister had left a few messages for me over the last two weeks, and I had finally decided that I would call her the next day. I was just afraid that she’d be able to hear it in my voice; I never could hide anything from her.