The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (23 page)

Once I was dry, I threw my towel into the hamper in the bathroom and walked down the hall. It had become easy, almost welcomed, to walk down the hall nude to the room. How far I had come since he first took me on as his sub. Looking around the room, I didn’t notice anything new, so it must not be equipment. Smiling, I knelt on the hardwood floor, knees spread, hands clasped behind my neck, waiting for my Master, who did not keep me waiting long. My gaze never left the floor as he entered and started the music. I’m pretty sure that soft melody would be permanently ingrained in my memory now; it normally came on first – before I was distracted by other things.

Over at the wall, he pulled down two spreader bars, and four padded cuffs. Maybe he did have a new sub? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that – excited, a perhaps little jealous. He was now standing beneath the suspension pulley.

“Come here, my Jayden.” A small smile graced his perfect features as I made my way over to him on my hands and knees. Then, he told me to stand, and he attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Next, he attached one bar to the cuffs on my ankles and the other to my wrists as they were held in front of me. Well, that clearly precluded my idea of another sub. Lifting my arms, he attached the bar to a complicated looking device on the pulley. I was securely bound there, open and waiting for him.

Once again, he made his way to the back wall, studying it for a moment, and I didn’t know if his hesitation was due to indecision, or merely to increase my anticipation. Finally, he picked up a flogger and turned around. It wasn’t just any flogger, it was the horsehair flogger, and my cock got infinitely harder. Before me, he stood, grasping my chin in his strong hand to make me look at him.

“Jayden, do you know what today is?” he asked in a conversational tone. What? The day? The date? Was it something significant? It wasn’t my birthday, or his, or even Lexi’s. I stared hopelessly into his eyes knowing that I wasn’t going to have the right answer.

“No, Master, I do not,” I said softly, and he smiled.

“I am disappointed, Jayden.” He slowly ran the horsehair over my chest, and my nipples hardened painfully. Tracing it over my left shoulder, he started to run it down my back and over my buttocks.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I breathed, trying to concentrate on the conversation with the soft whispers of the flogger on the backs of my thighs. I closed my eyes. Then, without warning, he snapped the horsehair onto my thigh. The stinging sensation was intense, and I nearly cried out from it.

“One year ago today, Jayden, you became my sub,” he said in my ear, and I shivered again as his warm breath washed across my neck. “I thought that a milestone worth celebrating, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Master Ethan.” I was in complete disbelief that he would want to commemorate the occasion. Clearly our agreement was as important to him as it was to me. It disturbed me that I hadn’t remembered, but of course he was correct. The flogger came down again, this time on the back of my other thigh. I let my head fall back as I hissed. Fuck, that stung, almost as much as it turned me on. He continued to strike my tender skin with the flogger, and I felt the sting across my buttocks – repeatedly as he monitored the steadily reddening of my skin. Whipping the fronts of my thighs as well, he targeted his strikes very carefully. Lightly, he whipped my back and my chest, just enough to leave the sensation but not enough to mark my skin. I was panting by the time he was through.

“I love to watch your skin change colors when I whip you, my Jayden. It rivals that of the leaves in the fall,” he murmured into the tender skin at the back of my neck, and then he ran his lips lightly over my shoulder blade. Walking over to the lever, he lowered my arms, removing the connection from the bar to the pulley he helped me to lie on the floor. Then, he attached the spreader bar at my ankles to the pulley. My breath caught in my throat as he moved back to the lever and my legs began to rise. I was hoisted upside down, swinging slightly, my arms still bound to the second bar which was dangling uselessly over my head. The strain in my ankles was manageable because of the thick padding of the cuffs. He did not stop until my feet were near the ceiling. It was disorienting being bound this way; I could feel the blood rushing to my head

When he stood in front of me, I realized with a start why he had stopped the pulley here. My face was directly in line with the crotch of his leather pants, which he opened it, sliding himself into my mouth. I tried hard to focus on nothing but pleasing him, but my battle was lost when I felt his mouth surrounding my own formidable erection. On my buttocks, I felt his hands, pulling me closer to him as his lips bobbed back and forth, making me moan around him. This was just surreal, or maybe it was the dizziness starting to set in from being upside down, and I lost myself in the sensation. His mouth left me just long enough for him to tell me to orgasm when I was ready, and I nearly came at his words.

His hips moved very gently as he pushed in and out of my mouth, and I got the impression that he didn’t want to finish this way, that he just wanted me to finish this way. In all honestly, it was difficult to form any impressions in this position – all I could do was feel. I felt the lightheadedness, his teeth lightly grazing my cock, his hands grasping my buttocks – spreading me open, and the light sway as he pushed my suspended body with each small thrust of his hips. As his fingers slid gently into my ass, I felt the pressure building. All I could process in that moment was how desperately I wanted to come. I tried to move my hips, but couldn’t get the leverage to do so, understanding my predicament; he sucked harder, moving his head faster.

My cry was muffled by his cock in my mouth, but it erupted from me as I came nonetheless. As he stopped the movement of his hips, I shuddered violently and he swallowed around me. The high of my orgasm was multiplied by the almost euphoric feeling of lightheadedness from being upside down. I came so hard I wondered if it would ever subside. Then, he was gone, and I felt myself being lowered until my back came to rest on the ground.

He let me rest there for several minutes, regaining my equilibrium again while he went to collect a few other things. I felt the breeze from the open window graze the light sheen of sweat covering my body. I closed my eyes, listening to him pulling something out of a drawer, and then his graceful footfalls as he returned to where I lay. Having my eyes closed was helping the slight dizzy feeling, and when I opened them again I saw him standing above me.

“Are you ready to continue, Jayden?” He pushed back my hair from my forehead, and I nodded as he smiled down at me. Taking the spreader bar attached to my wrists, he attached it to the pulley alongside of the spreader bar with my ankles. Then, I was bent – my wrists and ankles bound nearly together. didn’t see as he made his way to the lever, but I felt it as I was once again lifted into the air, my body swaying slightly as I was lifted towards the ceiling. Soon, my slow ascent stopped and I hung – naked and vulnerable, waiting for his will. Swiftly and clinically, he spread lubricant inside of me with his fingers and inserted a plug, larger than others he’d used, and I moaned at the sensation.

Then, he was gone again. I couldn’t see him from the position I was in, but I heard him moving around in the room. It sounded like he was clearing things away.

Finally, he came into my line of vision to see him standing at the window, looking out over the grounds, slowly stroking himself below the sill where no one would see. Then it came to me, he was prolonging my torment, but he didn’t want to leave the room for the sake of safety. After what seemed like an eternity, he came over and deftly began to slide the plug in and out. It was all I could do to keep still because it wasn’t the fucking plug I wanted, and he knew it. He chuckled as I tried fruitlessly to move my hips. Moving around until he was standing near my head, he slowly ran the head of his swollen cock over my lips.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes Master, please….” I kissed the skin pressed against my lips reverently. Then it was gone, and he had moved once again. I looked around, but then he pressed his erection against my well lubricated anus. The muscles in my thighs clenched, and I would have pushed my hips into him if I could, but bound as I was, that was just not possible. He groaned softly as he entered me, making my cock twitch and harden again, my body’s response to him is astounding. I let my head fall back, and I closed my eyes while I felt myself being stretched to accommodate him. An almost desperate moan escaped my lips, and at the same time that I felt his body press against mine, I felt his hands grasping my hips. He was so deep. Then, I was swinging.

As his hips moved, he used his hands to increase my momentum slightly. I felt weightless, and out of control as he thrust into me. My moans and whimpers were coming completely on instinct, and were timed perfectly with his rhythm, but when his hands begin to stroke me, they increased in volume and intensity. I could hear him too, his grunts, and pants as he took me, making the experience that much more erotic. His voice became lower, and hoarser, as his excitement grew.

“Come for me, Jayden.”

I focused entirely on his hands stroking me, and how he felt as he fucked me. Soon, I could feel myself jerking in his hands as I came over my stomach, crying out not only his title, but his name. He was the one that made me feel like this, he owned me, maybe not in the literal sense, but in every other sense that mattered. Following quickly, he pulled me hard against him as he filled me. His voice was like music as he cried my name.

“Happy anniversary, Jayden.”

Chapter 10

It wasn’t like Lexi to be late for our webcam times. We were only able to have them about once a month, so they had become very special to all of us. Sometimes we just talked, sometimes we played around. We had planned on having a full blown session, and I knew Lexi would be anxious for that.

“Well, maybe she got held up in class. We can go ahead upstairs and start, I’ll take my cell ph…” he started, but was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. It wasn’t Lexi’s ringtone. He looked at it and frowned before opening it.

“Hello?” he asked hesitantly into the phone.

“Yes, this is Ethan Bryant.” His brow furrowed farther as he listened. “Yes, I know her. Where did you say you were calling from?”

He paled – noticeably.

“Is she alright?” he demanded, and then listened again. All of a sudden, he blanched. “Oh, God…Her vitals?” He listened again, his face clouded with pain. Then he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed me a business card, holding the phone away from his face as he listened.

“Call her. Tell her we want to be on a plane to New York within the hour, I don’t care how she does it,“ he whispered and then back into the phone he said, “Is she conscious?”

Grabbing my own cell phone, I walked away from him, dialing the number on the card, not thinking about what Ethan was talking about.
My Lexi was hurt.
The woman that answered gave me a hard time until I told her I was calling for Ethan, and then she became suspiciously subservient and helpful. The best she could do was tickets waiting for us at the counter for a plane that took off in seventy-five minutes. I grabbed our jackets as he ran into the living room where I stood. He put a bunch of papers into a backpack, and I threw his jacket to him. He put in on as we headed for the door.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“She’s been….” His voice was just above a whisper, and he closed his eyes. “She’s been assaulted.” I saw the pain there as he opened them again, and I knew it was reflected in my own. I could wait to find out how she was; we needed to get to the airport, to get to Lexi, right now. She was all alone, injured and scared. I just wanted to hold her, take away her pain.

The plane ride to New York was excruciating. We sat in first class just willing the plane to go faster. Ethan called the hospital for an update while we were in the air, and ordered them to put her in a private room. Thankfully, we didn’t have any delays, and with no luggage we were able to go straight out the doors and into a cab. After Ethan told the driver which hospital, we settled back in for the ride. Once we neared, Ethan called the hospital again to find out what room she was in, and after throwing a hundred dollar bill at the cabbie, we hit the doors at a dead run. Using the guides on the walls, we finally found her room. A nurse was just coming out of it, and stopped us before we could go in.

“Are you family?” she asked in a brusque tone.

“No, she doesn’t have any family. I’m her emergency contact and medical proxy; I have paperwork in my possession to that effect. My name is Dr. Ethan Bryant,” he said with authority, and she moved aside to let him pass. Ethan was Lexi’s medical proxy? I guess that only made since sense since they were close and he was a doctor. The idea of her Dom as her emergency contact made my heart ache, she must feel so alone. We entered the room quietly, and saw Lexi sleeping.

“I’ve sedated her,” the nurse said quietly. “She was having nightmares…. bad ones, but she needed to rest.”

“We won’t bother her; we just want to stay with her so that she feels safe,” I said, walking over to the bed, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks as I saw the bruising on her sweet face, and the obvious finger marks on her arms. She had a heart monitor and IV attached, I presumed for pain medication.
Pain.
If I ever find the guy that did this to her, he will have a new appreciation for the word. I pulled a chair up quietly, and sat by her bedside holding her hand. She squeezed mine lightly, and her face relaxed just a little. It seemed that she could feel that someone that loved her was there to help.