Ten
We spent the day being a regular not-quite married couple.
I slept in more while Ian caught up with news. He eventually joined me for a nap and all we did was sleep for a change. It was nice, I have to admit. I think we both were too spent from the emotional night from before to do anything but cuddle.
And that was perfect.
We laid in bed together, completely naked, with no sheets or blankets covering us, and we just held each other. It was more intimate than anything we’d ever experienced before.
I felt his quiet strength as he pressed his body against mine. His body consumed mine, protecting me from all danger and harm, while silently promising me forever with every touch.
I felt loved, wanted, and cherished.
And we watched Friends. I can honestly say I don’t know why Ross and Rachel just don’t get together and be done with it, Phoebe and I could be best friends because she reminds me a lot of Helen, Joey and I have a shared love of food, I prefer fat Chandler over skinny one, and Monica is just weird and I want to punch her in the fucking face.
I’m still not, I repeat, I’m still not a fan. I’m taking one for the team.
After cuddling all day, we finally left the hotel room and explored the city. New York is loud, crazy, and one has to have a certain charm to live there. Some people were friendly, some were rude AF, but they all had one thing in common: they all loved their city.
It’s nine o’clock at night and it’s a time where most people are either heading out or turning in. We’re about to…honestly, I’m not even sure what we’re about to do. All I know is I’m dressed in a slinky, low-cut club dress that has a high slit and paired it with Gucci high-heeled sandals – Ian’s choice.
Something tells me this choice of stiletto might also be a choice of Saint Nick.
We’re on our way to his apartment and Ian warned me it’s not the size of a shoebox but just about the equivalent to our home back in L.A. I wonder why Nick and Zerrin need so much space since it’s mostly them and their small baby.
In the backseat of a rented Maybach, Ian holds my hand as the driver eases his way to Nick’s apartment. The butterflies are going a mile a minute in my stomach and I wonder if tonight might scare me enough to go home.
If I wasn’t daunted by Ian’s sex chamber, I surely can handle Saint Nick, right?
“Your mind is busy,” Ian murmurs and he final turns to me, “everything okay, angel?”
“I don’t know what to expect,” I reveal, “is this going to be a scene out of Pulp Fiction?”
“No,” Ian chuckles, “Nick can get extreme but not like that.”
It sounds like a forewarning, rather than easing my conscience. “If I don’t like it tonight, what will happen?” I ask.
“If you don’t like it, there’s nothing wrong with it. We’ll enjoy the rest of our weekend together.” He plays with my fingers. “That’s all.”
Of course, there’s the opposite. Ian has already shown me how much of sex I love about it. Each time we have it, I discover new things about my body and what it can do. New erogenous zones. New ways to orgasm. New techniques I can employ to please Ian.
When he tied me up and had his way with me, I went into another level of pleasure. He touched my soul, brought me back down to earth, only to lift me higher than before. I never came so hard and so fast in my life and that was only just the beginning.
“And what if I love it?” I slowly turn to him and meet his grin.
Ian brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “Then we have so much to explore.”
~~~~~
We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.
“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.
To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”
Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.
Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was called shibari.
“Greetings,” a booming voice appears and a short time later, I see Saint Nick who seemingly came out of nowhere. Or maybe he was in front of me all along and I paid more attention to the women above my head than the man standing on the floor and between them.
Nick is surprisingly dressed casual despite what I’m seeing above me. He’s wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants. He’s holding a riding crop and slowly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re able to come.”
My voice is gone. I can’t speak. Are those women okay? Are they in pain? Shoot, I don’t have a knife with me to cut them down if I have to. What in the hell is going on here? What did Ian bring me to?
Meanwhile, Nick’s eyes are piercing through my body. He’s not smiling, nor is he stiff. His stance is very relaxed and dare I say, he’s comfortable where he is. But it’s very clear what the expression across is face is saying to me:
Little girl, do not waste my time with your bullshit.
“Don’t be alarmed, Domi,” Nick reads my emotions, “they’re not in pain nor are they in danger.” With the riding crop, he points to one woman and caresses her body with it. “tesero is my wife, Zerrin.” He repeats the same motion to the other lady. “piccina is my longtime submissive, Whitney.”
Wait a minute….Saint Nick has two submissives? And Zerrin’s okay with sharing her man?
“tesero is the only one I sleep with, in case you’re wondering.” Nick clarifies. Was this man a clairvoyant or something? “piccina is the one I get to do the things I can’t with tesero.”
My mind naturally asks, ‘Such as?’ but it occurred to me it truly isn’t my damn business.
Saint Nick walks closer to me and I step back into the brick wall of Ian. My stomach is tightly clenched and there’s a small thunderstorm brewing inside. I’m trapped and my feet…my feet are cinder blocks. I’m legit terrified and Saint Nick isn’t looking so heavenly right now.
I’m staring dead at the goddamn devil and I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on. Fuck it, we all gotta go out one way or another. At least it’ll be warm where I’m going.
Nick doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, He holds out his hand for me to grab. I look back at Ian, who simply nods, and Nick leads me to the middle of the foyer. I’m standing underneath and between both women.
I want to run, but I also want to see what happens.
Then the weirdest feeling occurs. My arousal is almost at its peak. My breathing becomes sporadic and my skin is hot to the touch. This is actually turning me on.
Nick does a soft motion with His hands, suggesting I walk around and examine the ladies. I don’t hesitate and start walking around. I walk over to Zerrin, and notice her eyes are closed while her breathing is surprisingly steady.
She’s…relaxed?
I study her face and she’s at peace, almost in a meditative state. I look back at Saint Nick and He nods, giving me permission to touch her. I delicately touch the soft Japanese silk rope and in awe of it all.
I slowly walk over to Whitney and she’s grinning like a child. Her eyes are closed and her chest slowly rises up and down in a steady motion. She’s also in a peaceful state and dare I say, I’m feeling pretty jealous.
I walk between the women as Saint Nick approaches me with a blue rope. I swallow once. Twice. It’s now or never. I either dive head first into the abyss or I’ll never know how it could’ve been.
I quickly nod and I feel Ian pull my arms behind me as Nick rips off my clothing. He produces a knife and holds it to my eye level. Is He about to brand me? What’s going on?
I’m speechless but my head slowly nods. Yes, Master…yes, Saint Nick….I’m willing to do whatever You both ask me to.
Nick takes the knife and quickly slashes away at my bra and underwear. I’m standing before Him naked but there’s no expression on His face. I can’t tell if He’s pleased or disgusted.
Just when I was about to feel ashamed of my body, Nick quickly binds me, interlacing the rope in numerous places all over my body. He moves all cat-like, stalking me and listening to my body’s reaction before I say one word.
When Nick is done – and I believe He might have set a world-record for fastest bondage – He walks past a full-length mirror, snaps his fingers, and points to it before He walks away. I take His direction as a sign of what He wants me to do next and I walk over to the mirror.
I’m completely naked. The music is now off and the only sounds are the crackling candles and my Gucci pumps. I can feel my pounding heartbeat and I swallow a few times just to make sure the bile doesn’t make a grand appearance.
I stand in front of the mirror and I’m in awe. The rope is crisscrossed all over my body in intricate designs. It’s between my legs, around my breasts, and circling my ass. My arms are tied behind my back but I’m not in pain.
I feel so…so beautiful.
As I looked at myself, Whitney and Zerrin join me. Ian took them down from the suspension and they’re flanked on both sides of me. The women are gorgeous. Zerrin is a thick dark-skinned sista with long braids tied up in a bun. Whitney is also dark-skinned, but she’s small, almost waif-like, with a bald head.
“It’ll be an intense couple of days.” Nick warns me. He stands behind me and both women immediately turn to Him. Zerrin nuzzles against Him while Whitney rests her head on His chest. It’s daunting to see how both women know their roles in His life and they’re not only respectful of it, but also of each other.
“I’m sure Master Ian has taken great liberty in teaching you the basics. I’m here to make sure you stick with them.” He walks around Whitney and caresses her body with His hand this time. “Whitney is also going to talk to you about how being a submissive will make you a better pole dancer since you are one and so is she.”
The nervousness and worry dissipated as my spine straightened out and my feet are firmly planted on the ground. Now Saint Nick has my attention.
Saint Nick walks around Zerrin and for the first time, I see the love He has for her. It’s a different energy than it is with Whitney. “Zerrin will teach you other things about how to serve your Master and the psychology of BDSM, despite what the media and mainstream has brainwashed you.”
Saint Nick is right; it does sound hella intense. I can only wonder if I’m truly ready for all of this? My stomach clenches in both excitement and nervousness. Hell, if Anastasia Steele could handle Christian Grey, I can handle Saint Nick and Master Ian, right?
“And Master Scott might also join Us,” Nick casually mentions, like it’s nothing.
Okay, I can handle Master Ian. I might be able to handle Saint Nick. Now, I have to worry about Master Scott?
Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.