Nobody's Hero (11 page)

“Lean over me and prop your elbows on the
headboard.”

Bending at the waist, she reached out and
grabbed the headboard with her hands, then positioned her elbows
along the top of the wood. Her breasts dangled over Adam’s mouth,
and he lifted his head off the pillow and took one nipple and
areola into his mouth.

Heat! Breath hissed from Karla’s throat like
a steam vent.
Oh, Lord
. Her pussy clenched and she wiggled
against his erection. His mouth broke away as he growled.

“Do. Not. Move. Not unless I give you an
explicit command. Do you understand?”

She gulped air into her lungs. “Yes. Yes,
Sir.”

His teeth latched onto her other breast and
he nipped at the peak. “Ahhh!” His hand brushed the sensitive side
of her breast as he cupped her almost reverently. But his mouth was
anything but reverent as it ravaged her—nipping, sucking,
licking.

“Oh, Adam! Yes!” Biting. “Ow!” He pulled away
again, and she groaned. “What did I do now?”

“How do you address me, kitten?”

Karla didn’t even remember speaking. “Sir or
Master.”

“Don’t forget it, or I’ll punish you to help
you remember.”

“Yes, Sir.” Karla wasn’t interested in
punishments. She just wanted him to suck on her breasts again.
Please, Sir!

Adam’s teeth grazed her left nipple, then
tightened around it, pulling as he lowered his head. She gasped and
fought the urge to curve her back to relieve the tension.
Don’t
move. You don’t have permission to move.
When she thought she’d
break out in a sweat, he released her and her breast sprang back,
then dangled above him once more like an apple on a tree.

“Good girl.”

Adam’s praise made her smile and a strange
heat spread throughout her. She’d pleased him. She waited for
another command.

“Your breasts are so beautiful. I know just
how to bind them.” Her nipples tightened at the thought. “I see
that excites you.”

“Yes, Sir. I’d like that.” Her words came out
on the breath of a whisper. When would he put her in rope bondage
again? Soon, she hoped, but he hadn’t given her permission to ask
questions. She’d just have to be patient. Having gotten this far
with him was more than she’d dreamed of a few hours ago.

“You do enjoy the embrace of the rope, don’t
you?”

She sighed. “Very much, sir.”

“Tonight, then. Right now, I want you to go
to your bedroom.”

Karla couldn’t hide her disappointment. He
was sending her away? Earlier, when she’d laid siege to his bed,
she could just ignore his command. If she was going to be his
slave, she needed to obey him. Even when the order pissed her off,
like now. How could he leave her waiting and wanting like this?

“Sit up.” She did. His hands cupped her
breasts once more and she saw what looked like regret in his eyes.
Then he spanned her waist and strained as he lifted her off his lap
and set her beside him on the bed. She knelt as she had earlier,
hands in her lap. “I want you to wear one of your band t-shirts and
black jeans today. No corsets or bustiers except when I ask you to
wear them in the bedroom or on stage.”

“Yes, Sir.” She thought he’d found her sexy
clothing hot, but apparently not.

“For tonight’s Shibari session, you’ll wear a
blouse and skirt—something loose and frilly—and a bra and
thong."

She nodded. That sounded a little sexier at
least.

“You are not to talk to anyone about our new
arrangement.”

“Not even Cassie?” Adam scowled, and she
added a hasty, “Sir?”

“Especially not Cassie. She won’t understand.
It would freak her out.”

That was an understatement, but Karla wasn’t
sure
she
understood the arrangement herself, so maybe it was
best she didn’t try to explain it to her best friend. Still, surely
Cassie would see the change, if Karla went all docile and obedient
out of the blue.

“We’ll need to communicate silently when
others are around. For permission to begin eating, raise your fork
or spoon and look at me for my nod. Same with your glass, when you
want to drink. You’ll never begin eating before I do, however.”

“Yes, Sir.” She’d have to think about every
movement she made, it seemed. Well, that’s certainly what he’d laid
out for her—what she’d agreed to do. “Do I need permission to
breathe, Sir?”

Master Adam reached out and smacked her ass
cheek with the open palm of his hand, the sound like the crack of a
whip. “Don’t be insubordinate.” Her ass still stung when he reached
out and picked up her t-shirt. “Put this on and go to your room.
I’ll meet you in the kitchen in twenty minutes. Make breakfast for
whoever shows up. Marc will be here to pester me about the bandages
soon.”

Karla looked out the window and saw daylight.
When had the sun risen? She’d been so focused on Adam, she hadn’t
notice.

“I plan to be dressed and out of bed before
Marc gets here so he’ll lay off me with the Doc shit from now on.
It’s getting old.”

Karla smiled. Adam definitely was on the
mend.

“Yes, Sir. Would you like your slave to help
you get dressed, Sir?”

His eyes opened a little wider, then he
scowled. “I can dress my damned self. Now, go do the same.”

Karla hid her grin until she had scooted off
the bed backward and turned away from him. She would definitely
have to find ways to push the envelope with this slave role. For
some reason, she didn’t think he’d expected her to take to it.
Well, she was going to be the best slave he’d ever had.

Even better than Joni.

She hoped.

* * *

Karla walked down the hallway, past the theme
rooms, and into the club’s great room where Adam had told her to
wait for him. For tonight, based on his instructions, she'd chosen
to wear a black-lace bra and thong panties under a see-through red
blouse with a long wrap-around skirt. Loose and frilly, just the
way he'd ordered. Thank God Cassie was in her room working on
sketches tonight, because Karla would die if Cassie happened upon
her in a slave scene with Master Adam. Not much was private in a
BDSM Club, she’d learned since being hired here. She’d also seen
Cassie’s odd glances at the dinner table when Karla had cursed
under her breath the times she’d messed up and not looked to Adam
for permission before starting to eat or drink. She'd hoped Cassie
didn’t think she was cursing her wonderful meal, though. It seemed
everyone could cook like a pro, except her. Now cooking was one of
the duties Master Adam expected of her.

But she needn’t worry about being seen here
by Cassie. Her sexually repressed friend wouldn’t be caught dead in
this part of the house, even on nights like tonight when everything
was quiet. Karla looked at the dark, empty stage. She’d missed
several performances while Adam was recovering but figured she’d be
up there again tonight. Fridays were their busiest nights.

Her heart pounded as she anticipated having
Master Adam’s big, strong hands on her again. Where should she
wait? Should she kneel, sit, stand? There were so many things she
wasn’t sure about in pleasing him as a slave. She really should
have asked more questions, and wished Adam was more forthcoming
about what he wanted and expected.

Kneel for him
.

The voice in her head was becoming quite
familiar; it gave her the direction she needed. She looked around
the room and decided the rope station would be the logical place to
wait. She crossed to the darkened corner where a large steel ring
looking like the ones used by male gymnasts was suspended from a
ceiling beam.

Nearby, short wall shelves held a number of
various-hued ropes of multiple thicknesses. A black curtain hung
from the bottom shelf. They didn’t look scratchy like twine or some
other types of rope might be, but were smooth and silky looking.
She couldn’t help but reach out and touch one bundle. Soft and
silky, indeed. She felt her nipples growing tighter just thinking
about the rope against her skin.

Would Adam bind her over her blouse or ask
her to strip? She’d seen some Shibari-demonstration videos on the
internet that usually involved a clothed woman. She’d find out soon
enough. Knowing he would be here at any moment, she went to the
large, square cushioned pad on the floor underneath the dangling
ring and knelt. She knew how to assume the position, head down,
gaze on the floor in front of her. Perfect. She hoped.

She waited in what she hoped her Master would
find as pleasing as the Doms found it to be with their subs. Only
she was a slave waiting for her Master to arrive and take her in
hand. Was she supposed to pose differently?

The time stretched out, and she wondered if
he would see her kneeling here in this dark corner. Nervous, she
glanced up and across the great room to find Master Adam standing
near the center post, staring at her. He wore shiny black leathers
and a black vest, his muscled chest otherwise bare.

Ka-thunk
. She could see from the bulge
in the front of his leathers that he liked what he saw and felt a
warm glow seep into her bones. Without meeting his gaze, she
returned hers to the floor in front of her.

And waited.

Why didn’t he come over to her? Was she doing
something wrong? Insecurity assailed her, and she felt her
confidence drifting away. Pleasing Master Adam was all she’d ever
wanted to do. But what if she couldn’t be what he wanted?

Please, Sir. Accept me as I am.

His body’s warmth reached her first, and she
felt him kneel behind her on the mat. His arms came around her,
large hands cupping her breasts as he nuzzled her neck. “I told you
to wait for me here, but I didn’t give you permission to kneel. You
were to wait for my instructions.”

But the voice…
Oh, yeah, tell him you’re
hearing voices, Kitty
.

She’d displeased him, even though she hadn’t
meant to. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better next time.”

“Yes, I’m sure you will.” He trailed kisses
down the column of her neck. “But it’s fucking hard for me to be
upset when you looked so beautifully submissive kneeling here for
me. When I came into the room and saw you there, waiting gracefully
for me… Well done, kitten. Thank you.”

His mixed messages threw her off guard, but
he seemed pleased now and that’s all that mattered. Karla’s head
leaned back and rested against his chest, giving him easier access
to her neck and breasts.

“Remove the blouse.”

Here we go
.

With shaking hands, she straightened her
spine again, pulling away from his warmth with reluctance. He
didn’t remove his hands from her breasts so she began unbuttoning
the blouse from the bottom. When her hands met his, he released her
breasts and unfastened the top two buttons for her. His wrists
brushed against her erect nipples, causing them to grow even more
rigid. He opened the blouse and cool air hit her skin; her nipples
puckered with need. Before she could finish removing the blouse,
his hands moved up again to cup the undersides of her lace-covered
breasts. Warm fingers and thumbs latched onto the hard peak,
squeezing hard.

“Ahh!” The sensation sent all thought fleeing
from her mind.
More
. Her head lolled back against him and he
bent down to nuzzle her neck once more. His beard stubble abraded
her tender skin and sent bolts of electricity to her girly bits.
The pulse in her neck beat so strongly, surely he could feel it
against his lips.

His right hand released her nipple and glided
down over her flat abdomen and over the filmy skirt. He found the
opening flap of the wrap-around skirt, and his hand slid between
her thighs as he moved up to the juncture where she felt herself
growing wetter. Karla held her breath. When his fingers came into
contact with the bit of fabric barely covering her pussy and clit,
she gasped.
Touch me there
. Instead, he followed the
waistband to the thong strap in the back.

“Good girl.”

Did he think she wouldn’t follow his
instructions? “Thank you, Sir.” The breathy sound of her voice
sounded seductive. She enjoyed being sexy for her Master.

“Keep the skirt and thong on.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let’s lose the blouse and bra, though.” He
placed her arms at her sides and pulled the blouse further open,
sliding the sleeves down and off her arms. The feel of the warm
silk and firm fingers against her skin sent a shiver up her spine.
She glanced up and was surprised to find their reflection on a wall
mirror she hadn’t noticed before. Ah, she realized. The curtain
below the shelf had been moved aside to reveal the mirror. He
brushed her hair aside and unhooked her bra, tugging on a loose
strand of hair. He left the scrap of lace hanging from the straps
as his warm hands slid around her and under the lace to cup her
bare breasts. She hissed when he pinched her nipples again.

“I love touching your tits, kitten.”

“Your kitten loves to have her tits touched
by you, Sir.” Her face grew red at speaking of herself in
third-person and using a word like tits, but she smiled anyway.
She’d read online that slaves often referred to themselves this
way. She and her breasts—or tits—were his property now.

She hoped he was pleased with her body. Her
breasts weren’t overly large, but oh-so-sensitive when he touched
her now, as if he’d awakened them or something. She loved that he
loved having his hands on them.

Master Adam released his hold and stood
behind her, then went to the shelves where she’d seen the bundles
of colorful rope. She waited. Warmth enveloped her, and she
realized he’d turned on a space heater.

“Rope bondage is hard for someone who’s cold,
and you seem to be cold-natured, so I placed a space heater here to
keep you warm. Let me know if you’re too hot or too cold.”