The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (14 page)

By five minutes to nine, I was ready. I wondered what he would open the door expecting - clothed or naked, kneeling or standing - certainly not this, I'm sure. I was completely and utterly defenseless - at his mercy, exactly where I wanted to be.

Finally, I heard the door opening and closing - and then a sharp intake of breath. Light footsteps made their way over to me, and then I felt a hand stroking my hair.

"My...my...What do we have here?" Master Ethan murmured low against the skin of my shoulder as he kissed it lightly. I shivered, but remained still, even as I heard paper, and guessed that he had picked up my note from the side table next to me.

Master Ethan - Last night, I pleasured myself thoroughly in my bed. I had awoken from a dream in which I had bound you, flogged you, and fucked you hard. I place myself in this room, into your mercy, and bend

myself to your will. Your devoted servant, Jayden

“Well… you have been naughty haven’t you, boy? You came without permission, and you seem to have some ambiguity regarding your station. Let me clear that up, right now,” he said, and I felt him slap my ass hard and then leave his hand on my stinging flesh. “This is mine.” Then his hand slid down between my legs and he grasped my straining erection. “This is mine.” I moaned softly into the gag as he stroked me. “Your pain, your pleasure, everything is at my discretion. Do you understand that?” he asked sharply and I nodded.

“Without that I am nothing,” he whispered, stroking my hair. The contrast between his harshness and tenderness left me unbalanced. But while I felt out of step, I also felt like I was home. Deep inside me, I knew that was what I wanted, and where I wanted to be. That was why I chose to make myself defenseless to him, to show him my unconditional trust. I had attached a spreader bar, the long one, to my outstretched ankles, making the insides of my thighs burn with the effort of standing with such an incredibly wide stance. Bent at the waist, my arms pulled back and up, cuffed with short chain that had been thrown over the lowered hook on the pulley. My arms were straining with the effort of being held so far back, and it pushed me to bend farther at the waist. I had put in my gag, and even covered my eyes with a blindfold. I was ready, and willing, and waiting for him when he came into the room – and he knew it.

“You define my identity. Am I a Dom if I have no sub? I don’t believe that I am, for there is no one to dominate. You are my dream, my goal, and my purpose. To mold you, and shape you is what I strive for. Without you, I have no control,” he finished in a whisper while stroking my hair. He was trying to tell me how much I meant to him, in the only way that he could. The longing in his voice was almost tangible, and for the first time, I saw into Ethan’s soul, how giving up that control seemed to frighten him. I found myself wanting to touch him now, to reassure him. Unfortunately I wasn’t in a position to do that.

“I never wanted a male sub,” he confessed, still stroking my hair. I imagined that it was easier for him to talk to me like this when he couldn’t see my eyes. Even though I couldn’t see him, I imagined that beautiful crooked smile of his. “I never had any interest in the men that Nicole brought around to play with. Then, I heard your voice on the phone, and when I saw you walking up to my house…there was something indefinable about you, something that drew me to you.” His lips were at my neck now, grazing it lightly and I shivered. “There is something about you that makes me so fucking hard.” I moaned softly behind the gag. “Shall we get on to your punishment?” I nodded and tried to reply, but the gag muffled the words.

Then he was gone from my side, and didn’t return for several minutes, my senses tingled as I waited for him, not knowing if he was just standing off to the side watching me, or if he was preparing something. While I waited, I felt a warm breeze float across my naked flesh, and the strain in my arms and legs as I worked to maintain my position. The leather cuffs had begun to dig into my wrists. Finally, I heard a noise behind me, but did not set me at ease. It sounded like scratching, and then a low dull burst of air. For some reason, these sounds brought back mental images of high school chemistry and Bunsen burners. Bunsen burners. Oh my God.

I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to calm down. What the fucking hell was he doing? I hadn’t signed on to be tortured. What the hell was I going to do now? I couldn’t use my safe word, I couldn’t yell or scream or plead with him. I couldn’t do anything except stand here and take whatever he was going to do to me.

“Jayden, do you feel what I’m putting into your hand?” he asked, and I felt something cylindrical and metal being placed into my opened palm. I nodded, unable to think of anything else to do. “This is a panic button. If you want me to stop, just press this button and it will emit a loud noise. You will use this in place of your safe word since you are gagged. Do you understand?” I nodded again, and felt him place my thumb on a button, which I almost pressed it right then, I was so terrified. But I knew Ethan, I trusted him, he wouldn’t give me more than I could handle.

“Are you ready?” I knew whatever it was – it was going to be bad. He had never asked me if I was ready before. I didn’t know if he was doing this to build up the anticipation and the fear, or if I really needed to brace myself. So, I braced myself.

Something hot – something very hot was dropped onto my naked buttocks, and I screamed into the gag. It must have been liquid, because I felt it running down over my skin for just a second before it dried. The cool air wafting across the burning area felt good, and the pain dulled. When he repeated the process on the other side, I was more prepared for it. Somewhere in the sensation induced haze, it occurred to me that he was dripping hot wax on me. It also occurred to me that I was entirely aroused by it. After repeating the action a few more times on each side, he moved down to the tops of my thighs, just below my buttocks, where I had always been sensitive. When the wax dripped onto my skin, I could have hit the ceiling. He was very careful with his targeting, and I felt the wax flow just between my spread thighs, but not too far. And then, it was over.

He set down something on a nearby table, and returned to me, beginning a treatment on me that would have brought me to my knees if I weren’t so tightly bound. First, I felt ice being placed on top of the wax. It felt good against my burning skin. Then, he peeled off the wax and placed ice cold feather light kisses where it had been. The thought of Master Ethan on his knees behind me, running an ice cube over my enflamed buttocks with his mouth, and then kissing my skin sent me into a near frenzy. I moaned into the gag, and pushed my hips back as much as I could in my position. Then, as I brought up the states in my head, he started on my thighs. It was all I could do to keep a hold of myself, and had I not have been gagged; I would have begged him to let me come.

Then he was gone again, and I felt his presence in front of me. He removed my blindfold, and I saw that he was smiling. Kneeling, he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my chin. I had a feeling he would have kissed my lips if they had been free. “You please me so entirely,” he said, and my heart swelled. “You bore that very well, Jayden. You deserve a reward.” Standing, he unbuttoned the panel in his pants, his erection springing from, swollen and hard. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. “Is this what you desire?” I nodded quickly, and was surprised to find that this was true…I wanted him. Every fiber of my being wanted him inside me. “Then you shall have it, but we need to move you. If I take you in this position, we could dislocate your shoulders.” he said with a wry smile, as he untied me, rubbing my shoulders, my arms, and my legs. Looking around, I noticed a portable propane blow torch and several large taper candles. I shuddered, and then he was pulling me over to the thick mats in the back of the room.

Positioning me on my hands and forearms with my naked buttocks in the air, my legs spread wide, I felt so exposed, so wanton. It took a few minutes for him to join me on the mat. When I turned my head slightly and caught sight of him I gasped. He was completely nude, and utterly beautiful. Incredibly, I got harder as I felt him preparing me with his fingers. While he spread the lubricant inside me, I held still. Then, I felt the head of his beautiful hard cock against my anus, and I moaned.

“Is this what you want, Jayden?” he murmured, as he pushed marginally into me. For the first time ever, I pushed my hips back into him, arching my back. Master stopped in surprise, and I felt his fingers clench on my hips.

“Please….” I begged and tried moving my hips again.

“Please what, Jayden?” he asked, but I was beyond the capability for rational thought.

“Please Sir….” I cried, my erection painful now.

“Tell me what you want, Jayden,” he requested, his voice low and strained while he held my hips still so that I couldn’t move back against him, I could just feel him inside me and it was making me insane.

“Please, Master Ethan….” I moaned again as I pressed my forehead to the cool mat. “Please fuck me.” Without another word, he entered me slowly and fully, setting a slow and steady pace, moaning softly at each full stroke. God, it felt so good.

“You want it, don’t you? You little slut, you want my cock in your ass,” he commented in a completely primal voice. My hips began to move, and I drove him deeper into me.

“Yeah, fuck my ass….” I moaned, and I realized that I meant it. I wanted him, I craved him. Since I walked into the room, everything I did was working towards this. He slapped my ass hard, and I added a quick “Sir”, though I had already been reduced to soft whimpering cries as his thrusts sped.

“Play with yourself, you little whore. I want to hear you come for me,” he panted, and I realized he was close. Resting my weight on one forearm, my other hand went to my throbbing cock. Grasping myself firmly in my fist, I stroked myself in time with his thrusts, my moans getting louder and more incoherent as my orgasm approached. Not bothering to attempt to delay it; I knew that it would be a wasted effort. I needed it, as surely as I needed air to breathe.

As my whimpers turned into desperate cries, I felt his hand in the back of my hair, jerking sharply, turning my head so he could watch my face. The slight pain from his hair pulling caused my cock to jump in my hand as I screamed my release, jet after jet of my come sprayed onto the mat beneath me, and I just kept moving my hips, thrusting into my hand. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally stopped, and I held myself up on shaky arms as he continued thrusting into my ass.

Abruptly, he drove into me hard enough to push me onto the mat, my ass pushed slightly into the air, and he cried out, coming deep inside me. I felt him panting on the back of my neck as he whimpered and cried out his overwhelming need as he filled me, and I welcomed it. And then, he was still, his forehead resting on my back just below my shoulder blades. I felt the softest of kisses breathed up my spine before he moaned, “Fuck Jayden,” softly into my neck, and then collapsed next to me on the mat.

I continued to lie on my stomach and looked over at him, his eyes were closed, and I took the opportunity to look over his naked sculpted body. Never in my life had ever been attracted to men before, but there was just something about him. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and grinned, and then he was on top of me, pinning me to the mat. Shocked, I looked up at him hovering over me. He tilted his head to the side, like he was thinking of something and then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Without hesitation, he kissed me deeply, stroking my face and I responded in kind. Our mouths moved in a synchronous rhythm, and I felt it everywhere, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he deepened the kiss, and I had no idea where this was coming from, but it felt right. I could feel every inch of his naked body pressed against mine, and I moaned softly into the kiss. He pulled back slightly, and looking into my face said, “I’m glad you stayed, Jayden.” I nodded, and he kissed my forehead before rolling off of me and standing up.

As he cleaned up from our session, he said, “We’ll be having a session with Lexi tomorrow. Be in this room by 6:00 in the evening. You will get the second half of your punishment. You may go.”

* * *

“So, I heard you decided to stay?” A soft voice asked from the doorway and I looked up from my textbook. Lexi was standing there in faded jeans and a light blue tank top. She looked soft and feminine with her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. I smiled back at her.

“Yeah, someone has to keep Ethan in line.” I said, and she laughed but then her face fell a little.

“You wanted me to come to New York?” I asked trying to gauge the look on her face. This surprised me. It’s not that I thought that Lexi didn’t want to be my friend; I’m just taken aback that my staying would disappoint her. She continued to look at my carpeting, so I got up and walked over to her. I put my fingers under her chin and pulled it up to look at me. Our eyes met, and I saw something spark there for just a moment and then it was gone.

“No, actually, as much as I wanted a friend in New York with me – I think it’s better for you that you stay. You’re so new to our lifestyle, and Ethan is one of the best trainer Doms in the area.” She said softly, and smiled with something that looked like pride. She was proud of her Dom. “Did you notice the differences between Nicole and Ethan; or the differences between Stephen and Ethan? There are a lot of Doms that require that their subs already be trained when they collar them. They don’t want to go through the time and effort of training them; they just want a ready-made toy. Ethan takes on people new to the lifestyle and trains them, acclimates them, and then lets them move on. He is patient and affectionate. He makes you want to please him.”