Temporary Master (28 page)

“Please,
Sir…” It came out as needy raspy plea.

“Whoa,
we’re doing a demonstration here, folks,
not putting on a
live sex show…not that this crowd would object, but let’s save that for later…
”
Davis’s crack had the crowd laughing, but her Sir’s expression promised more,
as he began tying the
Sakura
around her waist.

Keeping
her gaze lowered, she watched as his hands twisted a good section of the rope
into what reminded her of her grandma’s crocheting. Flat with interlocking
weaves, when it was pulled between her legs, it would rub against her mound in
an indescribable way. And to watch him form what would become an instrument of
torture plus bondage as well was mesmerizing. He mastered not only the rope but
her as well. The connection between her, the rope, and the man who wielded it
was undeniable.

“In
this next tie, the
Sakura…
we’ll see Master Ethan ‘tying up the Cherry’…”
Davis’s voice sounded further away. She needed something more. She must’ve made
a noise because her Sir spoke softly as he worked.

“Almost
there, my little
nawa jujun
.
Let go…” His confidence, his masterful touch, seemed to vibrate along the hemp
and directly into her body, even her soul. A feeling of well-being washed over
her in huge waves. In his arms, nothing could touch her, she was his and her
Sir would never let anyone or anything hurt her. As he pressed the flattened
section between her thighs and then up between the crease of her buttocks to
tie it off, she floated upward,
an
euphoric feeling
engulfing her. Swaying, she leaned heavily into his arms, as he suddenly
straightened.

“So
good…” She wasn’t sure if the mumbled words came from her, Sir, or someone
around them, because this is what she’d been searching for - for such a long
time. A place where nothing could touch her and all she had to do was simply
be
.

“That’s
right, Sabella…” Sir held her against his body, his scent enveloping her as he
ran his hands over her bound form. “…give over to me.” He continued to murmur
words, but they didn’t register other than as soft comforting noise. She
was…home.

“Damn.”
Ethan was amazed at how deep his Sabella had flown. Her body was limp, relaxed,
and sated as if they had just had a marathon of sex. He continued to stroke
over the warm skin and hemp crisscrossing her body, as his partner had droned
on about the ties themselves, and answering questions from both Doms and subs
in the crowd.

He’d
learned from past experience during the demonstration itself, he could fall
into a top-
space,
rising right along with his
submissive if their connection was strong. He’d been right to have Davis along
to explain his movements, because as surely as he’d coaxed Sabella into
rope-space, his little one had dragged him right along. He felt like a god, but
humble at the same time. He was going to have to thank his partner for finding
him this little gem, but first he needed to ease Sabella back down.

“Come
back to me, Sabella.” He whispered the words in her ear, keeping his touch
light and soothing. He knew she probably wasn’t feeling it, but a harder touch
would only send her higher and feed the rope-space where she’d fallen. But
completely removing his touch could cause more issues, like sub-drop.

“Davis,
the blanket.”
The words could barely be heard above the people, who after the conclusion of
the presentation, wanted to speak to him. But before he answered any questions
himself, he had a sub to ease back to reality.

“Here.”
A soft fleece blanket appeared in his line of vision. Taking it from his
friend, he wrapped the material around Sabella. Her eyelids fluttered.

“That’s
right, little one. I’m here. Come back to me. See how much you’ve pleased me
with your submission.” He kept up a soft litany of praise, and how as much as
he loved that he’d sent her to rope-space, he wanted her to come back to him.
Keeping a finger on her pulse, he guided her back. Eventually her eyes
fluttered open. Gazing up at him, her expression serene,
a
slow smile crossed her face.

“My
Sir.”
His heart
leapt at her proclamation. But he wouldn’t put any stock in it. Her voice was
drowsy as if she’d been roused out of a deep sleep. And he supposed in a way
she had been, but as an experienced Dom he knew not to take anything a sub
coming out of rope-space said to heart. Her body had experienced a total
release, unlike any she’d probably ever experienced, and more than likely she
was unaware of what she was offering.

“Yes,
Sabella.”
He
brushed a thumb over her cheek. “
Your
Sir.”

Her
lips parted as she leaned into his palm. Then she caught his gaze, sleepy
desire sparkling in her eyes. “Have you considered?”

His
cock, which had been half erect during their demonstration, stirred and
stretched to full length. He had forgotten his promise to consider allowing her
to suck his cock once she’d reached subspace, and now was torn. Very rarely did
he allow a submissive to suck him. He found it to be a much more intimate act
as it gave control over to the submissive.
“No, not yet.”

“A
wonderful demonstration, Dr. Tremaine.”

A
male voice washed over him, as Sabella’s sharp inhalation and her body’s sudden
rigidness in his arms confirmed his worst fears.
Shit, not now. Why the hell
didn’t the front door notify me he was here? The last thing I need is Louis
Vayarti fucking this up.
The man’s timing was horrible. His little Sabella
was open and vulnerable in a way which couldn’t handle the man’s presence.

Even
as he gathered Sabella closer and rose with her in his arms, he looked around
for Davis. When his partner made eye contact with him, Davis broke free of the
gaggle of submissives he’d been talking to and headed towards Ethan. Keeping
Sabella snuggled
close,
he shot Louis an apologetic
look. “I’m
sorry,
Mr. Vayarti, but I can’t give you
the tour right at this moment. If you’ll excuse me, I have a submissive to tend
to. I’m sure Master Davis can answer any questions you might have and I’ll give
you the five cent tour when I get back.”

“No
problem. I look forward to it.” The tight smile Louis gave Ethan was a mockery
of his words.

* * * *

Louis…why
is he here…he should be in New York…

The
mantra kept playing in her head as Ethan carried her through the club, down the
hall and into his private playroom. As he softly kicked the open door shut, she
rested her head against his shoulder. The last thing she’d expected was to see
her former master standing there, as bold as you please, as she came out of
sub-space for the first time. He’d looked different to her. His face more
roughly hewn than she’d remembered, his shoulders wider and more…aggressive,
and she had a feeling it had to do with her response to her Sir. She now
hungered for a particular soft-spoken, slender Japanese-African American, who
could turn her on by simply pulling his dreadlocks back.

“Shh,
I’m sorry that happened, little one. I was expecting him later this evening.”
Ethan settled onto the thickly padded couch on one side of the room. Right next
to the ladder-back chair where he’d bent her over his lap and paddled her
bottom. She wasn’t sure what to say. Now that she had experienced what true
submission was with Ethan, she didn’t want to go back to what she had with
Louis. It was rather eye-opening in fact, as he appeased something much deeper
than Louis ever had. Not that she hadn’t gotten pleasure back then out of
taking care of the other man. She had, but it was nothing like the euphoria
she’d found in her Sir’s arms.
But how to tell her Master
that without sounding like a lovestruck newbie?

“Don’t
apologize, Sir. You have no control over when a person arrives any more than I
do.” She tucked her head under his chin, savoring his closeness. With his
collar around her throat and her body naked against his clothed one, she could
almost make believe they had a true Dom/sub relationship. She had to remind
herself they’d made no promises, other than to see where the chemistry between
them could lead.

“True.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “So was it what you were expecting?”

“What?
Seeing Louis or the performing in front of an audience?”

He
gave her hip a slap through the blanket.
“Neither one.
The rope-space.
Was it what you expected it to be?”
His palm soothed over the offended area.

She
shook her head. “No, it was more. Words don’t do it justice. It was as if I
were
floating away but at the same time I was in a cocoon
where nothing could hurt me.” She furrowed her brow. “Does that make sense?”

“Yes,
little one, it does. It is what makes rope-space what it is. You’re lifted high
but are protected, as you let go of everything.” He nuzzled her crown. “Now,
would you like a drink of water?”

Licking
her lips, she suddenly noticed how dry her mouth actually was.
“Yes, Sir.”

Setting
her down in the corner of the couch, he tucked the blanket more firmly around
her rope-clad body. “Sit there, while I go get you some water.” He kissed her
palm before returning it to under the blanket. “You were beautiful in your
submission today, Sabella. Thank you. You’ve made me very happy.”

Her
throat tightened with emotion. “You’re welcome, Sir.”

He
rose gracefully from the crouch he was in, before moving over to the small mini
fridge. “Well, hell.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “I’m sorry, but it
seems as if someone forgot to stock the mini-fridge again.” A self-conscious
smile tugged at his lips. “And that would’ve been me. I’ll be right back.” He
moved to the door and paused. “You’ll be okay for a few minutes? I’ll make this
quick. I promise.”

She
nodded. That was her Sir. Making sure she was okay. “I’ll be fine, Sir. Not
planning on moving from this spot.” She snuggled deeper into the blanket,
enjoying the feel of the fuzzy fleece against her skin. The contrast between it
and the ropes was delicious.

“I’ll
be right back.” He left the room, shutting the door behind him. Yawning, she
settled in to await the return of her Sir, her eyelids drooping. She was
suddenly
tired,
perhaps she’d rest her eyes until he
returned. Maybe then she could convince him to let her take care of the thick
cock she’d noticed pressing against her while he held her.

* * * *

She
wasn’t sure how long she’d been dozing on the couch when she heard voices
outside the door of Ethan’s private room. Stirring, she stretched her limbs,
smiling as the ropes tugged at her flesh. These particular bindings were ones
she wouldn’t mind wearing under clothing. They were non-restrictive when it
came to moving, but still held her tightly. Maybe if she asked Sir, he’d
perhaps he’d leave the
Shinju
in place tonight as a reminder of her
first time of achieving rope-space.

Glancing
around the room she idly wondered how long Sir had been gone.
Long enough for her to need to empty her bladder.
Sitting
up, she kept the blanket around her and went to the door on the opposite side
of the room from the hall, hoping it was a bathroom, since she wasn’t brave
enough to wander into the hall dressed as she was.
Besides
her Sir had told her to wait for him here.

Pulling
open the door, she froze as she heard her name. The door she’d hoped led to a
bathroom, in all actuality was the entrance to the office her Sir shared with
Davis. And seated in the center of the room at his desk was Ethan, and across
from him was Louis.

“Don’t
be a fool, Tremaine. I’ve heard from several reliable sources, such as Master
Balin, your relationships with submissives are at best temporary. You’ve even
been known to share them with other Doms. If you don’t feel comfortable letting
me scene with your sub by myself, how about we share her? Balin said that’s how
you did it with his current sub. In fact you gave her to him.” Louis raked his
hand through his hair. “I’ve been honest about what happened in Chicago, and it
was a one-time incident brought on by the death of my father. It clouded my
judgment. If you’re there, you can see for yourself I know exactly how to treat
submissives.”

“You
have a valid point, Louis. Since you’ve been here in Napa there’s been nothing
suspect or below board about your behavior with submissives. In fact, Davis
told me you just got done sceneing with a newbie and did remarkably well.”
Ethan leaned forward in his chair, bracing himself on the desk in front of him
with his elbows. “But what makes you think I should allow you to touch what’s
currently mine?”

She
waited for Sir to inform the fool he wouldn’t share her with him. Despite any
of his past relationships, he didn’t view Sabella in the same way.
If not that, then at least a simple no.
Then Louis gave a
familiar grin, the one which Sabella had seen many times, it was his ‘move in
the for
the kill’ smile.