Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy (2 page)

“Couldn't sleep?” a voice stirred me, and I
swirled around to see Jack walking towards me in nothing but a pair
of sweat pants. The way they hung from his hips brought deliciously
naughty thoughts to mind, and I felt ashamed of myself for even
having them.

“No,” I replied, pulling the robe a bit
tighter around myself. “Between the flight and meeting you and
meeting your parents. . . it's all just been a bit overwhelming for
me.”

“That's understandable,” he said as he
stepped up beside me, peering out into the darkness as if he was
taking in the landscape for the first time as well.

“It's very beautiful out here.” I turned my
gaze into the distance.

“Not as beautiful as you,” the smile in his
voice was apparent.

It sounded like a cheesy line, but my cheeks
still grew warm from the thought that he found me attractive. I
sighed contently, unable to think of anything to say in reply.

“Are you looking forward to the wedding?”
Jack asked.

“I suppose. It's still a ways off.”

“Yes, but it's best to prepare now. We're
going to be married for a very long time.”

It was such a funny thing for him to say, and
I didn't quite like the connotation behind it. “The rest of our
lives.”

“Yes.” He sucked in a breath. “I need to be
up front with you. Being my wife isn't going to be easy.”

“I didn't think it would be.” I glanced at
his suddenly serious expression.

“I wish that you would have come sooner. I
have certain needs . . . as a man.”

Oh no, I thought, my mind racing with panic.
Here's where he asks me if I want to have sex. What will I say? If
I deny him, things will be awkward between us, but I can't just
agree. What about what I want—my needs?

“There are certain things that I like to do
in the bedroom, and I need to know that you'll be able to handle
them before we wed,” Jack continued.

“I'm a virgin,” the words came out of my
mouth before I could even think to stop them. It was the only thing
I knew to say to hopefully bring this unpleasant conversation to an
abrupt halt.

“Oh, really?” He rubbed the back of his neck,
shooting me a glance of, what I could only describe as discomfort.
Now things were really awkward.

“Yes.” I tried to remain strong, preparing my
rebuttal for his advances.

Jack took a deep breath before speaking
again. “There's a school in California that I'd like you to go to
before we're married. They can teach you how to be the kind of
lover that I need.”

“Why can't you teach me?” my voice was small,
almost frightened sounding. I couldn't believe that we had just
met, and he already wanted to talk about sex.

“I'm not that great as a teacher. And if
you're a virgin, then you're definitely going to need lessons.”

I considered this for a moment. The prospect
sounded fun and exciting, yet at the same time I was offended that
he wanted to send me away so quickly after arriving. “We only have
six months to plan the wedding. I don't think it's a good idea for
me to leave so soon.”

“The school is only for one week. I knew that
we didn't have a lot of time, so I signed you up for the compacted
version.”

“You already signed me up!” I gasped, looking
at him incredulously. Now I was even more than offended. How dare
him sign me up for some creepy sex school without my consent? If
this was how our marriage was going to be, then maybe it wouldn't
work out after all.

“I thought you'd be a bit more . . .” Jack
hesitated, looking for the right words to say not to piss me off.
It was a bit too late for that though. If Liam were here, he'd give
Jack a good lesson in how to treat a lady. Was this really what I'd
been saving myself for?

“A bit more what? Slutty?”

“That's not what I meant. Calm down, will
you?” His expression was pained. “It's not what you think. This
school is one hundred percent professional. You'll learn things
about yourself that will completely change your life. And when you
come back, I promise I'll be the husband that you deserve.”

“And what if I don't want to go to this
school?” I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to look at
him.

“Then we'll still get married, but I doubt it
will be a happy marriage.”

I sighed, gazing out into the darkness. I had
honestly expected him to say that we wouldn't marry if I refused.
Maybe I had even hoped for it. Everything was happening so fast. It
seemed like one surreal event after another. I just wanted life to
slow down and be normal.

“What kind of school is this anyway?” I asked
finally, huffing to show my disapproval.

I could hear the reluctance in his voice.
“Have you ever heard of BDSM?”

It sounded familiar, but I couldn't recall
what the acronym stood for exactly. “Isn't that something to do
with fetishes?”

“Something like that. It stands for Bondage,
Domination, Sadism, and Masochism.”

“Sounds like slavery to me,” I cut in
sharply.

“It's about willingly giving yourself to
someone else for their pleasure, no matter what that pleasure may
be,” he explained calmly. “The school I'd like to send you to will
teach you how to be a good submissive so that you can fill all of
my sexual needs.”

“Can't I do that without being a slave?” my
words were bitter.

“I know this is a lot to digest right now,
but I'd really like you to consider it. You're a beautiful woman,
and I think we'll make a great couple. But a big part of marriage
is compromise and being willing to fill each other's needs. If you
can't do this for me, then we've already started off on the wrong
track.”

I didn't know what else to say. There were so
many emotions raging through me. Anger. Lack of trust. What he was
asking of me seemed ridiculous and impossible.

My breath hitched as I felt his hand slip on
top of mine, drawing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. His soft
blue eyes spoke of purer intentions that betrayed his sinful
request. It was strange to see him so calm and collected after such
a heated conversation.

“Good night, honey bee,” Jack whispered as he
walked away.

Honey bee? I thought about the pet nickname
for a moment. After not being able to figure it out, I let my mind
drift to more pressing matters, analyzing our conversation.

Jack made it sound like this school was
really important to our marriage, and I definitely did want the
marriage to work out. But still, BDSM? The thought that he wanted
me to be a slave to him was absolutely repulsive. This was America,
not some third-world country where he could whip me and beat me and
get away with it.

I decided to go back to my room and try to
get some sleep. In the morning, my mind would be clearer, much
better for considering his indecent proposal. But as before, my
brain was too occupied for sleep, and I lay restless. Within
minutes, I was sitting in front of the computer, researching
away.

For someone who claimed to know the acronym
for BDSM, Jack had got it wrong. It actually was a condensed
acronym for bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and
sadomasochism or sadism and masochism. I wouldn't fault him for
being off the mark a bit, but I liked to stay as accurate as
possible. The practice itself seemed to encompass a wide array of
kink, from wax play to whipping. None of it sounded appealing to me
at all.

After I got a better idea of what BDSM was, I
Googled for related schools in California. There appeared to be one
in San Francisco, but it only offered weekend courses at a hefty
price tag. It probably wasn't the one Jack planned to send me
to.

I read through the website anyway. Oddly
enough, it seemed rather innocent for what it entailed. There was
no actual penetration involved, and the faculty promised not to
press past a person's boundaries. The entire experience was
supposed to be like a spiritual sexual awakening, where you left
your mundane life behind to explore the pleasures of the body.

The pictures in the website gallery told a
different story though. Images of people with needles sticking out
of their backs were enough to turn me off completely. Not to
mention the fact that not a single person was near my age. The vast
majority were older than my parents, making thoughts of the
experience all the more creepy.

I scowled all the way back to bed. This
wasn't what I had signed up for. Of course not. Jack had signed me
up for it. But my thoughts spoke of something deeper. Being
betrothed. Leaving my home. It wasn't what I had really wanted. I
wished I would have had enough sense to see it before I got on the
plane. My happily ever after should have been with sweet stable
Liam, not with fetishist multibillionaire Jack Kemble, who didn't
know even me—who didn't care to get to know me before signing me up
for this stupid school.

A knock at my bedroom door startled me awake
the next morning. I must have stayed up so late that I slept past
breakfast. Groggily, I leaned over to look at the alarm clock. Ten
in the morning. Definitely late for breakfast. Why hadn't they
woken me up sooner?

“Melita, are you alright in there?” Jack's
mother asked through the door.

“Yes, ma'am. I'm fine. I'll be out in a
minute.”

“Alright.” I could hear her footsteps walking
away.

Had Jack already left for the day, I wondered
as I quickly got dressed. Deep inside, I hoped that he had. I
didn't feel like I could face him yet, especially when I was still
undecided about the school.

Thankfully, Jack wasn't downstairs when I
emerged from my bedroom. His mother told me that he had gone out
for a while and would be back for lunch. It was very vague, but I
didn't bother asking questions.

With a few hours of sleep under my belt, my
mind was definitely clearer and better able to handle processing
our conversation from the night before. While I really didn't want
to go to the school, the fact that it was only for a week made it a
lot less daunting. One week of misery for a lifetime of happiness,
that seemed to be the bargain Jack had struck, though I was curious
about why he thought we would be unhappy otherwise, if I didn't
want to learn first hand about BDSM. Surely, he wasn't kinky all
the time.

It was yet another sacrifice that I would
have to make for him. One sacrifice after another, it seemed. When
would it be his turn? Would it ever be his turn?

Jack returned promptly at eleven thirty with
a giant bouquet of white roses. The ear to ear grin on his face
made it seem like our previous conversation had never taken place,
and for a moment, I felt normal again.

“For my honey bee,” he said as he placed the
flowers in my arms.

“You shouldn't have.” I smiled back at him
before giving the roses a good whiff. They smelled intoxicatingly
wonderful.

“I though I might show you my home after we
have lunch,” he suggested.

“That sounds lovely,” I replied, handing the
flowers over to one of their maids so that she could put them in
water and place them in my room.

Even at lunch, things seemed to return to
normal, and I began to relax as best I could in the presence of
strangers. Jack's mother went over all the social clubs they
belonged to with me, clubs that I could only assume I would be
expected to join once Jack and I were married, and quite possibly
before. Meanwhile, Jack and his father talked business. To be
honest, I was more interested in the conversation they were having
than the one I was engaged in. Then again, business was a much more
fascinating topic than who to talk to and who to avoid.

After lunch, Jack walked me out to a yellow
Lamborghini. I did my best not to smirk. It wasn't exactly a
vehicle for someone who wanted to keep a low profile, and I
couldn't tell if he was purposely trying to attract attention to
us, or if he was just trying to impress me. Either way, I decided
not to comment on the car.

“How do you like my parents?” Jack asked as
we pulled out onto the main road.

“They're nice.”

“Good.”

And that was the end of conversation until we
pulled in front of his equally lavish mansion. Looking up on the
towering red-brick structure, it was hard to imagine that this
would be my new home soon. More a castle than a house, it was
bigger than any single man could ever need.

Like a perfect gentleman, Jack came around to
open the door for me. Then he took me by the hand and led me up the
walkway.

“Soon, I'll be carrying you over this
threshold.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he ushered me
inside, and a faint warmness entered my heart from his sweet words.
How could a man this outwardly gentle and courteous have such dark
fantasies?

Jack took me on the grand tour, showing me
all ten bedrooms, his theater room, game room, home gym, indoor
swimming pool, and even a small bowling ally. It seemed a bit
excessive, definitely built to the needs of a bachelor who likely
entertained guests frequently. My mind swam with imagines of the
two of us enjoying all of those rooms together once we were
married.

Finally, he led me to a door with a keypad
next to it. Jack gazed at it nervously, stuffing his hands in his
pockets before turning his pale blue eyes to mine. “This room, I'll
show you when you get back from the school.”

“It's a dungeon, isn't it?”

My boldness caught him off guard. “Yes, it
is.”

“Then you might as well show me now. I
already know what it is. There's no point in hiding it from
me.”

Jack's perfectly calm and cool disposition
was suddenly rattled. It would have made me smile if not for the
seriousness of the situation. The contents of the room would give
me a better idea of what he would expect of me, and I needed to see
it so that I could psychologically prepare myself for when I
returned.