Unbind My Heart (16 page)

Exercising extreme control over her arousal, Lexie suppressed a groan as his long tapered fingers brushed her skin.  Jonas had decided that tonight would be a good time to take her to Club Decadence for a tour.  She also needed to complete her membership application and sign their D/s contracts.  As his sub, he told her, it was expected that she’d be displayed in some kind of rope bondage. 

“We’ll be multi-tasking tonight,” he’d said with a chuckle, “because it’s also great advertising for the dojo.” 

Everyone at The Club knew of Jonas’ skill with ropes and looked forward to his demonstrations and the intricate ties he used to adorn his subs.  Since she was a newbie and quite shy, Jonas was making allowances for her modesty.  He promised that the amount of exposed skin would increase as they progressed, but only when he felt she was ready. 

About an hour before they needed to leave, he went to work.  He started with her naked body as his canvas.  Using dyed rope in a brilliant yellow, he began tying a wide braided length of rope around her using intricate French knots.  

“This will be wide enough to cover you, while still exposing enough skin to be freakin’ sexy.”

She stood before him, a quivering mass of inflamed nerve endings.  She’d been aroused ever since he’d ordered her to strip in his low no-nonsense voice, long before the first length of jute had come anywhere near her.  Just the thought of being bound for him had her reeling with barely contained desire. 

As he began tying the crotch rope, it took him a few passes until he got the length just right.  His fingers brushing against her aroused flesh as he made the adjustments were driving her mad.  Unable to help herself, she pressed into him, attempting to get relief.

“Be still.”

She complied for a few minutes, but the ache between her legs kept building.  When it became too much, she thrust her hips forward, rubbing against the rope as he held it taut for his tie.  Her squirming made it slip and he had to re-tie the rope, re-adjusting the length and tension. 

The smacks came quick and sharp.  “I said be still, or we’ll never get out of here.” 

She had groaned in frustration.  “How am I ever going to make it through the evening?”

“It’s called self-control.  This is part of your training.”

Next came the satiny white sheath, which he slipped over her head.  It hugged her shapely form, clinging to her rounded breasts and gliding down over her flat belly and smooth hips.  Using the yellow rope, he tied a karada, the woven series of diamonds and knots resembling a complex web as it wound around her breasts and down her trunk as it molded the cloth to her body.  He added a cinch to accentuate her breasts with just enough pressure to make them stand out for a stunning effect.  Ending the tie at her waist, he allowed the gauzy material to flare out in a short, flirty skirt.  Invisible below the skirt was the waist and crotch rope he’d already tied. 

Strong hands turned her until she faced away from him. 

“Can I see?”

“Not until I’m done.”  He slipped his hand down her honey brown locks thoughtfully.  “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue, why?”

“Ah-ah-ah,” was his warning as he moved toward the dresser on the far side of the room.  “Yours is not to reason why, beautiful.”  He returned momentarily with her hairbrush and two lengths of royal blue rope.  “These are synthetic ropes that won’t pull your hair as much as the jute.” 

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he pulled her hips back until her bottom was resting against the V of his thighs.  “Lean your head back a bit for me and stay still.” 

He surprised her by brushing her hair gently.  As he stroked it with the brush, his trailing hand smoothed and contained it.  He then began to work the rope around and around it. 

Lexie sighed at the soothing feel of his hands in her hair.  Her arousal had eased off to a simmer now, and she was able to relax beneath his soothing ministrations. 

“That feels good, does it?”

“Yes, Sir.  I love having your hands in my hair.  It's very relaxing and makes me feel…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right word.

“Cherished?”  He suggested.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“That’s what I was shooting for.  You belong to me now, Lexie, and I take care of what’s mine.  You're mine to touch, to bind and to show off, mine to care for and, especially, mine to love.”

  Her breath caught in her throat as his words stirred the depths of her emotions.  Did he mean in love, or to love, like in sex?  Her mind reeled at the possibilities until she felt him pat her bottom before setting her away from him.  She let a little whimper slip out, her disappointment obvious.

His handsome face appeared before her as he stepped to her front.  “Shh, I’m not going anywhere.”  His eyes swept over her, frowning when he got to her feet.  “Shoes—I didn’t think about that.  They're forbidden for subs in the members’ areas, but you’ll need them going in and while we’re in the lounge.  I’m looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor.  Do you have any strappy sandals here?  Maybe some that wrap around your ankles?” 

“Not here.  The only thing I have that would go with this is a pair of white flip flops and a pair of silver stilettos.”

He gave her a wicked grin and a sexy wink.  “The stilettos; get them and meet me in the bathroom.  If I can pull this next tie off you are going to look even hotter than you do know.”  His order given, he went to his chest at the foot of his bed.  She’d learned today that he stored ropes of all types and colors there, the most prominent being the raw undyed style he seemed to favor. 

Lexie hurried to the closet, where over the past couple of weeks she had stored some of her things.  Eagerly she complied with his order and grabbed her shoes, rushing to meet him in the bathroom.  He had floor-to-ceiling mirrors in his bathroom, and she was anxious to see what he’d done to her hair and body with his ropes. 

As she entered, she froze.  Jonas was standing in front of the mirrored wall, and as she looked at him, she saw her reflection.  “Oh, Jonas!  It’s like a Grecian gown,” she praised as she walked slowly forward, mesmerized by the elaborate tie over her short chemise.  Smiling, her eyes met his.  “You are truly an artist.  It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, but we’re not done yet.  Come stand before me.”

Stepping back, he opened the mirrored closet and angled it until her entire back was reflected.  She could see the stunning hair tie he had created.  Her hand rose to touch it, but she hesitated, her eyes meeting his in question. 

Nodding, he smiled. “You may touch it.  It is quite secure, I promise.” 

Her fingers touched the rope restraining her hair.  She did it gently, almost reverently. 

“It’s called a hair corset.  I’d like to create boots for your legs in the same design.  You look stunning in my ropes.”

“I am in awe, Jonas.” 

“Mm…  I think I prefer Sensei or Master when we are playing, dorei.  Try again.”

“I am in awe, Sensei.”

“Excellent.  You are so receptive to my ropes.  I’ve never had such a responsive rope submissive.”  Moving up behind her, his hands slipped around her waist, and he bent his head to place warm, soft kisses against the side of her neck.  “Your throat is conspicuously bare. However, my ropes won’t ever restrain you there.  Let’s see how this looks instead.”

Soft, supple leather grazed her skin as he slipped the collar around her throat. In a royal blue, it matched the exact shade of the ropes in her hair.  “Although the ropes state my ownership without question, no attached sub is allowed in The Club without collar and cuffs.”

“This is all quite overwhelming.”  At the last second, she remembered and quickly corrected her lapse.  “Sensei.”

“Good girl, you are catching on, although you don’t have to say it with every word that you say, just in response to a question or command.  Do you remember The Club safewords?”

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”

“Correct.  I’d also like you to pick a safeword for our private play.  We can use it for our public scenes; it will tell me when you need something without disturbing our audience.”  He crouched behind her, preparing more rope.  “Why don’t you give that some thought while I work on your boots.”

“
Awaremu
.”

This made him pause.  He rose slowly to his feet and met her eyes in the mirror.  “You know that means to have mercy in Japanese?” 

“Yes,” she stated boldly, meeting his gaze. “I thought that would be appropriate.”

“Where did you learn that?”

“Uh, well, remember when you were asking about my knowledge of rope bondage?  I learned it in one of the books.  If it bothers you, we could use ‘
aka
’ that means red in Japanese, or so I read.”

“No, ‘mercy,’ or rather, ‘
awaremu
,’ is fine.  Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that point.”  Kissing her gently, he bent to finish her boots.  He tied a similar design around each wrist—her cuffs.  Done, he stood behind her and they both stared at the vision in the mirror.

“What do you think?”

“I’m speechless, Sensei, truly.” 

It had taken an hour for all the elaborate ties and if they didn’t leave soon, the evening would be half over.  They were delayed, however, because neither could take their eyes off her. 

“The contrast of the blue and yellow against the white sheath are striking, Jonas.”

“On anyone else, the bonds would be striking.  On you, my beautiful Lexie, they are absolutely stunning.  You take my breath away.” 

The next instant, she was bent over his arm in a devastating clench as his mouth claimed her.  Her full breasts were swollen and the taut peaks ached almost painfully as they pressed into his hard chest.  His hard cock pressed into her soft belly, revealing his need. 

Jonas set her away with a harsh oath, reaching down to adjust an obviously painful erection. “Let’s go before I ruin an hour’s worth of work and take you here on the bathroom floor.”   

By the time Jonas escorted her into the lobby of Club Decadence, it was past nine o’clock. He’d called Dex on the ride over to make sure he had the contracts ready. Dex and Elena were in the administrative lobby waiting when they walked in. Lexie blushed prettily as they both rose and stared at her in fascination.

Elena broke the silence first. “Oh Lexie, you look so beautiful.”

“Turn. Give them the full effect.”

Lexie obediently did a full turn, pausing briefly so they could admire the ropes in the back.

“Absolutely stunning,” Dex agreed. “Jonas, you have outdone yourself. I have never seen such beautiful, flawless work.”

“I think we can credit Lexie for being an excellent nawa-juujun.” Jonas looked at her and when their eyes met, the electricity in the room was palpable.

“Translation, Master Jonas?” Elena requested.

“Oh sorry, nawa means ‘rope’ and juujun means ‘obedient one’ or ‘submissive.’”

Dex and Elena both smiled indulgently as they looked at the new couple. Being in the throes of it themselves, they recognized the signs of love. Jonas and Lexie’s hands were clasped and they locked eyes with one another as if blocking out the rest of the world. They were happy that their friends had found each other and apparently were well on their way to something special.     

“Come on back to the office and we’ll get your paperwork done. I can’t wait to see the reaction. I suggest you two clear some time on your calendars because after they see her, the requests for demonstrations and classes are going to be coming out our ears.”

Dex was right. When Lexie walked through The Club on Jonas’ arm, heads turned and a crowd soon formed around them. It took them well over an hour to get to the members’ only area. Jonas had been patient, explaining the different ties and answering questions, and several of the Doms asked about private lessons.  Toward the end, he’d started muttering impatiently under his breath.

“Think of all the free advertising, Jonas,” Lexie reminded him with a giggle.

“Remember where you are and to whom you are speaking, little subbie.”

“Oops, sorry Sir, I mean Master, um… dang, this is confusing.”

“Let’s simplify it to one then. What are you most comfortable with?”

“Sir, although Master is growing on me quickly,” she answered shyly.

“How about Sir for now and Master whenever you’re ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent, now then, are you ready for the fun stuff?”

Realizing they stood before the member’s area, she looked at the heavy oak double doors with bronze and wrought iron trim.  Lexie gulped, feeling excited but intimidated as well. 

“These doors look positively medieval,” she murmured.

“As intended, we might call it a playroom, but at the end of the day, it is what it is, a BDSM dungeon.” Jonas nodded at the attendant to whom Lexie silently surrendered her shoes. He then swiped an electronic keycard and received a green light before escorting Lexie on through, stating eagerly, “Welcome to the heart of Club Decadence, Sunshine.”

With eyes as big as saucers, she walked into a new world of adventure. Convinced it was some sort of wild dream, she walked in on bare feet, with some coiled ropes and a thin sheath of silk the only thing covering her nakedness. She was already aroused, especially after all the admiring looks and compliments she’d received. Add to that the cinch rope at her breasts causing her already sensitive breasts to swell, her nipples to ache, and the knotted crotch rope, dear heavens, what incredible things it was doing to her body with every step.  Her mind, already humming with awareness from her experiences so far, became a whirling maelstrom when she got her first look at a dungeon. 

The cavernous room was shadowed with soft lighting, as music with a deep rhythmic bass resonated loudly from hidden speakers. She felt it seep into her body as her heart took up a similar pulsating beat. Although serving as a background to add ambience, she knew the music was an integral part of the scene. Nothing, however, compared to the sounds of the erotic play; groans, moans and screams vied for dominance over the thwacks, whooshes, and thumps of various implements. In the center of the room was a stage where a scene was being played out under a bright spotlight. Lexie was surprised to see a man, flogger in hand, applying it steadily and with remarkable expertise to his subs bare back, ass and thighs. As Jonas guided her farther into the room, Lexie got a look at the face of the submissive. It was her friend Regan. 

She swayed slightly against Jonas as she wondered when she would wake from this dream. Aware that her mouth was open as wide as her eyes, she still flushed when a broad finger lifted her chin and closed it.  The accompanying soft chuckles were followed by an equally amused comment. “A word to the wise: it’s best to keep your mouth closed, lest you give the Doms ideas.”

***

Jonas was enjoying Lexie’s reactions immensely. The Club was packed, amping up the already highly-charged air of excitement in the room. Among the one hundred-plus club members present, few were as mesmerized as his novice submissive by the hypnotic rise and fall of Rick’s flogger. 

“Rick and Regan are our resident exhibitionists. She enjoys the thrill of being watched and demonstrating her obedience, and he enjoys showing off her beauty in submission. She appears to be enjoying that flogging, don’t you think? ”

“How is it possible to see people playing here and then run into them, out and about the next day as if nothing happened?”

“You get used to it. Besides, it’s a two-way street. You may be watching them tonight, only to have positions reversed tomorrow. Public play is very common with BDSM practitioners or there would be no reason for The Club to exist. We have several private rooms, for those who prefer privacy. We’ll have to explore where we fit best. After our first class, I don’t think public display is going to be a problem.”

“There were only a dozen people and I was fully clothed.”

“Baby, you were flying so high I could have stripped you bare and taken you in front of them and you wouldn’t have uttered a word of protest.”

“But you didn’t.”

“And I wouldn’t, unless that is what you desired.” 

Jonas’ attention shifted back to the scene when he no longer heard the rhythmic thwap of the laces.  Seeing Rick drop the flogger and move purposefully toward his sub, loosening his leathers as he approached. Jonas knew what his friend intended next. “Do you want the nickel tour now or do you want to stay and watch Master Rick fuck Regan. I’ve seen them play under the spotlight many times and I promise that is going to happen next.”

Her face heating to a scorching blaze, she averted her eyes. She didn’t think she was ready for that yet, filing the experience away under “too much information.”

“The tour, please, Sensei. I’m supposed to go to LBD night again this Wednesday and I’m not sure I could face her after seeing her... um, getting busy up on stage.”

“To the stations then. I’ll show you the different equipment and you can ask questions.”

“Do the rest of your friends do that?”

He wrapped his arm around her waist as he guided her to the first station, smirking when he saw the provocative scene in full swing. “Funny you should ask.” As they stopped at the roped-off area, he pulled Lexie against him, anchoring her to his side. With a sidelong glance, he watched her reaction to the scene. It was a threesome, with two Doms busily entertaining a sub who was strapped over a spanking bench, restrained at both wrists and ankles. She was pleasuring one Dom with her mouth, the other riding her fast and hard from behind.

“I think you’ll recognize the standard spanking bench. Do you recognize anything or anyone else?”

Jonas watched her face closely and knew the instant she recognized Sean and Lil T. Her mouth gaped open once again and her cheeks were stained a deep fiery red. He doubted she would return to her usual color before the night’s end.

“Heavenly mercy,” she whispered as she looked away.

“It’s all consensual, remember.”

“I didn’t realize Sean or Lil T were seeing anyone.”

“They’re not exclusive. Jenny has been a member for some time. She’s also a widow. Her master of eighteen years passed away a few years ago. She isn’t ready for another long-term relationship, so she comes here to get her needs met.”

“And Sean and Lil T?” she asked.

“Sean went through a painful breakup a while back, and Lil T, well, he’s still a kid and not looking to settle down and play house anytime soon.”

She turned back to the scene, speculatively, and with really bad timing. Lil T was happily honoring his submissive’s quite vocal request to “fuck her in the ass.” Lexie looked away again with face aflame. 

Her frown had him reminding her, “Judgment free zone here. Remember that, sub.”

“It isn’t that. I was just wondering who I was going to see naked next. What about Meg and Cap, am I going to see them around the next corner? Or Dex and Elena?”

“Meg and Cap haven’t been to play since the birth of their twins a few weeks ago. When they do, it’s usually upstairs. Cap has become quite the possessive Dom since getting married. I’m not sure who is more responsible for that. Other than a few play parties, they have become very private. Elena and Dex have scened publicly in the past, but I think they have been taking advantage of the private rooms since they got back together. They stay busy while they’re here. With Elena performing in the lounge three times a week and Dex as managing partner, both are in high demand. As soon as she leaves the stage, they usually disappear behind closed doors just to get away from it all.”

“What about you, Sensei?”

“I’m open either way. We’ll have Shibari scenes in public, and you’ll be wearing mostly just rope, but where we finish, I’ll leave up to you.”

“I’m not sure I’d be comfortable having sex in front of everyone.”

“Then we won’t. Many couples come to play, but leave the sex for private. In time, you may change your mind when you become more comfortable here. While I like showing off the beauty of my submissive in my ropes, that’s the extent of my exhibitionism. I don’t need an audience to watch me get off. That’s someone else’s kink.”

“That’s a relief,” Lexie murmured. 

“That doesn’t mean I won’t push your limits and get you to try new things.”

She was watching the scene again. It was hard to ignore. Jenny had become quite noisy despite her mouth full of Sean, her squeals of delight clearly stating her pleasure. She felt Jonas’ avid gaze fixed on her face. She figured her face was an open book, her blushes giving her shock and inexperience away.

“Breathe, Lexie. We’ll take it slow. Let’s move on, yeah?”

Just in time, too, because as they walked away, she heard the guttural groans of his friends as they finished, loudly and enthusiastically. 

Jonas showed her the remaining stations, naming each piece of equipment and explaining its use.  Often the purpose was obvious. They passed by a crowd in front of a Saint Andrew’s cross and paused at length at what Jonas explained was a Katherine’s Wheel.  Lexie asked a multitude of questions about the huge, eight-spoke wheel where a male sub was currently bound and inverted. His Mistress was busy applying some kind of metal device to his privates. 

“We’ll have to give that a try.”

“What?”

Laughing at her appalled expression, he quickly clarified. “Not for its current use, baby. You won’t find me with a metal cage anywhere near the boys. I thought it might help if you got used to being inverted. Several of the suspensions I do in class will have you upside down. It takes a bit to get used to.”

Nodding, although not exactly sure what he meant, she made plans to revisit her bondage books for clarification. 

Their circuit brought them to a bondage table where a Domme was dripping hot wax on her female sub, then to a pillory where a naughty wench in period garb was receiving a sound paddling, and a chain station where a male sub was being flogged severely on his inner thighs by his petite Mistress. They came to a whipping post known as Dex’s corner, explaining that the Master Dom’s implement of choice was a single tail whip that required sufficient room for safety. 

In total, Lexie counted at least thirty stations, some of which had activities going on that Jonas said he’d explain later as he rushed her past. Others had duplicates of the most popular equipment—spanking benches, crosses and bondage tables being most prevalent.

After about an hour, Lexie was in overload from all the sex and kink she had seen. Always observant, Jonas keyed in on that fact and directed her to the stairs at the back of the room that led to the second floor theme rooms. A Dungeon Monitor was on duty at the bottom, regulating the number of members allowed up to the second floor.  

“Jonas!” the DM greeted warmly. “Good to see you back. Need number nine? It’s free.”

“Please,” Jonas said as he accepted the key. “Lexie, you know Kyle. Since I’m with you, he gets a night off.”

“Of course, until you got shot he was like my shadow.” The DM was also a Rossi man who had been her bodyguard for the past few weeks. Whenever she wasn’t with Jonas, he was on her like glue. “Hello, Master Kyle.”