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I try to hide my shock as best as I can. I know damn well what she means when she asks me to take her out of her head. So far, I’ve been able to hold myself back, to keep the dark beast inside of me under control. But now, she’s poking the bear, and the bear is ready to not just growl but roar at the challenge. In fact, the beast is chomping at the bit, but will I be able to maintain control? To not lose myself to the darkness.

Her emotions and anxiety are vibrating through her. She’s clinging onto the ledge by her fingertips. She’s been through so much the last few days and is coming up short, dealing with everything threatening to overwhelm her. I know I have to help her before she loses her grip completely.

“Are you absolutely certain? Once we go down that road, there’s no turning back, nor turning back the clock. I don’t want to hurt you, Ashley, neither physically nor emotionally, so I gotta ask, are you absolutely one hundred percent sure?” I capture her eyes, needing to know, to see her reaction.

“Please, Vegas, help me with this. I have a membership to Violets, so I know what I’m asking.” Her broken voice reaches me, and my eyebrows rise nearly to my hairline. Membership to Violets? That, I didn’t expect. The beast in me growls louder and is thumping its chest inside me. So, I comply, though I’m sure regrets will haunt me later.

“I’ll help you, darlin’, but—and this is a big but—we do this in neutral territory. I’ll take you to Violets and we’ll get a private room. You will address me as ‘Sir’ and you’ll have and use a safe word if needed, Ashley. I’m dead serious about this. I don’t want to hurt you. We’re doing this on my terms or not at all.” My voice is hard.

I need her to agree and see just how serious I am. I watch her expressive face and hold her eyes with mine. She nods. “Words, Ashley, use your words.” I need to hear her answer to judge her emotions and understanding.

“Okay, Vegas, I agree. To Violets, a private room, safe word, and everything else. I have hard limits. I won’t be gagged or have a riding crop used on me,” she tells me. Her voice is clear and her eyes hold mine.

“That’s okay. No gags, no crop whipping,” I repeat, and she nods. I let out a sigh, looking at my boots and then up at her again. “And, honey, stop calling me Vegas. When it’s you and me, it’s Vince or Sir. Okay?” I grab her face in my hands and pull her into a gentle, tender kiss. She leans her head on my shoulder, nods, and lets her body melt against mine. So much trust, so much acceptance, I can feel it as a powerful tug all the way to my soul. This is dangerous territory. Feelings are awakening, and alarmingly, it feels a lot like I could really fall for her. I’ve got to shut that shit down.

We walk back to the bike, her hand in mine, and I don’t want to let go. We gear up and ride back into town, taking the exit that leads us directly to Violets. After crossing the parking lot, we sign-in. Ashley has her own locker here, so she goes to change while I book the room and make sure it has everything needed. After changing myself, I wait for her outside the locker rooms. My clothing now only consists of my jeans and a pair of shoes I always keep in my locker. My cut covers my otherwise naked torso.

A few moments later, Ashley steps out, and my heart stops for a few beats before it starts up again. She’s in a black, tightly-laced corset that pushes her breasts up and makes them look amazing. She wears a short, tight, patent leather skirt and sky-high heels with a silver anklet. The shoes make her legs look twice as long, and I’m instantly hard. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her into the next millennium, but I know I can’t. I must stay in control. She avoids looking into my eyes and keeps her head bowed.

“Are you ready, Ashley?” I ask her, my tone stern. She bites her lip, which is so damn sexy, and I’m immediately fighting for control here.

“Yes, Sir,” she answers quietly.

I praise her. “Good girl.”

She follows me to the room I selected, and ss I open the door, she drops to the mat, waiting on her knees, her hands on her thighs and her head bowed. She’s the picture of submission, which makes my hard as iron dick jump in my pants, forcing me to undo the top button.

After divesting myself of my shoes and cut, I open drawers and remove whatever I need. She obviously has some experience, so I won’t have to explain too much. I light a few candles around the room to give it indirect soft light, and then turn to her. “Your safe word is canyon,” I tell her.

She nods and repeats, “Canyon. I’ll use my safe word if I have to.” I nod.

“Stand and walk to me,” I order. Ashley complies beautifully. My hands are shaking as I turn her around, remove her skirt, unlace her corset, and drop it to the floor. I lead her over to the cross, place her in position, and shackle her arms and legs in place. A tremor goes through her body. I look her in the eye and repeat, “Canyon. Use it.” She nods again. “Words, Ashley,” I bellow at her. She flinches, but her eyes shine with excitement and heat.

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” I nod and place a blindfold on her, tying it off tight, taking away her vision. She shivers as I run my hands over her body in long, slow strokes until she’s almost vibrating with need, and I can smell her arousal. I stop and just watch her quietly. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and her nipples are pebbled up to hard, tight nubs. I want to draw them into my mouth, but they’ll have to wait.

Grabbing a soft suede flogger, I raise my hand and let the tails land on her breast. Not so hard it would hurt, but hard enough she can feel it as more than a gentle caress. She lets out a hiss and throws her head back, exposing her neck to me. My flogger hand takes this as an invitation and the next strip lands there, drawing the tails down over her breast. Her skin is flushing, making me increase the intensity to harder flogs all over her body, front and back. Her arousal is visibly leaking down her thighs and, man, I want to lick it off her so badly. But she’s not ready for me yet. Changing the aim of the flogger, I place a hit on her clit, and she groans deep in her throat. After repeating this move a few times, she’s shaking.

I walk toward her and close my lips around her left nipple, biting it with my teeth. She moans and shivers, and I repeat the same treatment to her right nipple. They’re so sensitive, and she’s so responsive to me. I turn and grab my next item from the drawer next to us. Sucking her nipple into my mouth hard until her legs shake. I lave the nub with my tongue and fasten a nipple clamp I warmed up in my hand. Then, I repeat the same procedure with her other nipple.

A track of tears formed on her cheeks. I’ve only inflicted minimal amounts of pain, so I know it’s not caused by that. I thread a chain through the clamps, keeping them connected, and hang a small weight from it.

Her reaction is instant. She throws her head back further and lets out a loud moan and sigh. She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her skin is flushed and sensitive, and she’s in the moment with me. I feel ten feet tall to be able to elicit those reactions from her. Often it takes a long time to build that kind of trust necessary, but Ashley shows me she trusts me at every turn.

I change to a different flogger, a leather one this time, increasing the intensity. I cover her breasts, her ass, all of her body, and beautiful rosy stripes are forming all over her delectable skin. My cock is ready to burst out of my jeans. I have to undo the remaining buttons.

Ash is moving around in her shackles. Unable to keep still, her moans echo through the room, and her moisture leaves a track down the inside of her thighs. Using the magic wand, I switch the vibrations to high and hold it firmly against her needy clit. Ashley screams as she comes hard, but I keep the vibration up and rhythmically pull on the weight of her nipple clamps. It doesn’t take long until she explodes again, the moisture gushing down her legs with the intensity of that orgasm.

I remove her from her shackles and blindfold, and she blinks a few times. Her voice is hoarse from screaming when she looks at me and says, “Thank you, Sir.”

I smile at her deviously and lead her to the leather covered bench. “Lie down,” I command, my voice harsh. She complies instantly. I tie her wrists with rope and then proceed to tie her ankles to her hips with intricate shibari knots. She’s now splayed out before me, her breathing coming in pants. I move slowly through the room, making sure she can see me at all times. Her pupils are dilated, and her eyes are glassy. I pull her to the edge of the bench so that her heels are just touching it. She’s soaked, and her bare lips and mound are glistening. I grab a candle and start dropping wax. First on the taut muscles of her belly. She hisses. I drip a path down her right thigh and shin, then back up the other leg. Last, I drip some large patches on her nipples and the clamps, while pulling on the weight, which has her moaning loudly. I can see her getting wetter.

Taking an ice cube out of the ice tray, I graze it over the hardening wax. I touch her lips with it, and she sucks on it. Unable to help myself, I trace my warm tongue over her cold lips, eliciting a deep moan. Running another ice cube down her stomach and over her pubic bone has her panting harder with need. I press the ice cube onto her sensitive, hard clit, then place my mouth over it and suck hard. She screams my name, and I’ll forgive it as it nearly makes me come in my pants.

Inserting my finger deep into her drenched pussy, I can feel her tightening around me already. I continue to tease her with my tongue and slowly enter another finger. Then another, taking my time moving in and out of her, bringing her to the edge and then back off. She’s crying in frustration, she wants to come so bad.

“You do not come without my command,” I tell her harshly. “You can’t handle it? Use your safe word. Do you need to use it?” Her voice is unsteady when she answers.

“No, Sir, I don’t. I’m fine.” She knows I asked to make sure she’s okay.

I flip her over onto her front, placing her knees on the bench. I take another length of rope and tie a more intricate pattern, testing that the bindings are not too tight but will hold. Her arms are now tied to her feet behind her back. I add a few more safety knots and connect the bindings to a frame, which I have lowered from the ceiling. I check everything again for a last time, before I hoist the frame up, and watch her body lose connection with the bench.

Her body stills, and she completely relaxes. Ashley likes this. There is no way to be certain, but I was hoping she would. I stand behind her and lick through her folds from the top to the bottom and back again. I grab her knees and slightly swing her back and forth into my mouth, entering my tongue into her, licking, and sucking. Her moisture is perfect to lubricate my finger as I start massaging her puckered hole. Her whole body tenses, and I know she’s getting closer and closer to the edge. Her moans and chants are ceaseless.

“Please, please, please . . .” Her cries show the intensity of her need. I smile.

“Please what, Ashley?” I ask.

“Please, Sir, let me come, Sir. Please, Sir, more, Sir . . .”

“You come when I tell you to and not before that,” I order. I can hardly contain my dick anymore, it’s that hard and painful. Grabbing a condom, I rip it open, let my protesting cock out, and sheathe myself. I capture more moisture from her folds and rub her puckered rear entry. Slowly, I insert my fingertip and move it around, stroking her hole. I bring her toward me, and in one long thrust, pull her over my cock while my finger pushes deep into her ass. As she starts to spasm, I stop all movement, making her cry out in frustration. Only when she starts to relax a bit do I start moving inside her again.

My woman is so beautiful, suspended in the air, the dark rope a beautiful contrast to her pale skin. I never thought I could come from just looking at her and dominating her, but right now, that is a distinct possibility. My balls and the bottom of my spine are tingling, and my cock is painfully hard. I move again, swinging her onto my cock hard, and sinking my finger all the way into her ass.

I withhold her orgasm three times, and each time, she gets wetter and more desperate.

I’d fuck her harder but I won’t last like this. My balls are already drawing up tight, and I can’t stop my own explosion.

“Don’t come,” I grate out at her and push myself deeper into her, swirling my finger in her ass as I come hard . . . so hard, I see stars and my vision blackens around the edges. I keep pushing into her through my orgasm and can feel her fluttering around me. I command her, “Come now,” as I slap the globe of her ass cheek hard. She screams my name as she comes and comes, squirting all over my cock. She sobs at the intensity of her orgasm, and I wait. Once she goes limp, I lower her back onto the bench. She’s out in subspace. I remove all the knots and rope, remove her nipple clamps, and wrap her in a blanket, then carry her to the sofa in the room. I sit her in my lap, hold her tight, and rock her, massaging her limbs as I gently remove the wax from her body.

“Ashley, honey, come back. Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.” She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me, her pupils still dilated, and her face radiating peace. She burrows her head into me, leaning into me more. I’ll give her a few more minutes before I start the aftercare.

I gently lay her on the sofa and start unwrapping the blanket. She groans in protest, which has me smiling. I rub ointment all over the front of her body, massaging her gently. Her legs, arms, chest. I then nudge her over and repeat the same treatment on her back. Legs, arms, paying special attention to the globes of her ass, which are a nice shade of pink right now. I grab a bottle of water and sit her up. She takes the bottle and drinks it down.

“How are you feeling?” I ask her.

“Hmm,” she mumbles with a smile. There’s no way she’ll be able to ride, so I make a call for a prospect to pick up my bike and take it to the clubhouse. I get dressed, collect Ashley’s clothes, then call for a taxi. I carry her to the locker room and help her change back into her clothes. I don’t bother with my T-shirt, just changing from my shoes to my boots, and carry her to the waiting taxi and give the driver my address. I hold Ashley tight the entire way home. She was amazing today, and to see her like this melts my cold, frozen heart a little bit more.