"I'm not a submissive! "I emphasized, tightly closing the duckling curtain of the box.Kendall opened the fragile plastic, crossing her arms against the wall tiles. "I didn't say it was, I just said it would be nice to try something different because of my feeling.My best friend broke into my apartment shortly after dinner was ready, and didn't give me privacy even for a shower, claiming to be too excited and that I would forget if she didn't tell me what she wanted immediately. I was shaving my legs at the last minute, all because I forgot to make an appointment at my usual spa, and that's when she had the audacity to include me in her plans for the night. I had to take extra care when I slid the razor on my ankles, trying not to lose the firmness of my hands when listening to another of Kendall's genius ideas.I laughed. "Another vision? "I focused on the massage I did on my hair with the thick shampoo. " Like the one where you said you would hit the lottery numbers, based on a dre
But she managed to convince me, and only two hours later "the time it took us to get tight clothes and with at least one detail in leather, considering that our bodies were completely different" there we were, two figures covered up to the neck with heavy overcoats. The icy wind hit our shrunken bodies over the fenced door of a store, the air chain invading the loose space between our ankles and the heavy clothing bar, and I cursed myself for once again accepting one more of my friend's ideas.The Dark Target club had a facade as dark as its name. It was discreetly erected between a convenience store and an almost deserted corner. It occurred to me that the few innocent people who passed by the place would know perfectly what those in the long line expected to find inside the house camouflaged by the shadows of the night.I tried not to feel intimidated by people wearing different types of black fantasies. But it was almost impossible not to find yourself staring at a curious figure. I
Tracey hugged us again, waved and sent kisses to those who came after us. Kendall promptly turned to me, dragging us to the side, and leaving the passage free to the smiling DJ who used X-shaped tapes to cover her breasts. I wasn't able to see the bottom of her clothes, but I swore she was naked."The plan is to check the perimeter and when we find something fun, we attack! " Kendall instructed, moving his eyes all over the way. "Let's separate!"It's a bad idea," I grumbled, trying not to seem so intimidated. I didn't know what I had with those people who affected me so much, but I didn't like it."Relean" Kendall pushed me slightly, entering the track whose floor was hot below my feet. "I feel that everything will work out.We separated as she said, and with only one turn around, I was already sure that something would go wrong. Generally, Kendall's predictions were accompanied by a shot in the dark, and the worst always came next. I was absolutely sure of this when my eyes followed
"What do you think you're doing? "He demanded, his voice sounding with an arrogance that vibrated his entire rib cage cracked by the muscles. His leather vest was open, exposing his black hair on his muscular chest, in addition to two nipple piercings. When I didn't answer, he squeezed me harder, taking me closer. I panicked. "Did someone bite your tongue, little one?”I didn't answer, I couldn't. The fear I felt "remitting the women in the movies I watched" caused my voice to get lost somewhere in my body. All I could do was jump and debate, swearing that I would make that man's fingers slip away, but that only made him squeeze me even more.The woman I had bumped into was still standing in the same place. Taking a look down, I realized that I was running away from the reach of my feet, preventing me from stepping on them in my escape attempt. I thought about raising my head and questioning why I was still standing while the man who apparently owned it, tried to crack my wrists. But t
Part of my brain remained frozen, even when my feet were pushed to the other end of the mahogany counter, and my eyes did not dare to focus anywhere other than the ebony shirt that rubbed lightly against my body. Zachary wrapped my waist with a strong arm, and his steps guided mine in a slow and smooth walk, going as far as possible from the dominator made of leather.I knew I should feel grateful for your strictly necessary interruption, but there was that stubborn part in my brain that worked in a confusion of sounds and lights projected in endless circles, pushing away any control I could have over my body. And it took me an effort to ignore every fanciful member of that party. His latex clothes, whips and collars, swinging in an illusion that he could not have had even in one of my most secret fetishes.Although, somehow shameful to be assumed, listening to the laughter that followed after a moan of pure sexual relief, a small part of my curiosity got tangled in my nerves, incitin
Looking away from the dance floor, where more people gathered for the hectic dance, I found Zachary's look on my face."Anyway, he insulted me."What kind of insult? "He asked, taking a single sip of his drink, taking my thought to an insane curiosity. If his breath moments before was from a soft mint, now, mixed with whiskey... hm.I shook my head, blinking hard."Pet" my voice sounded like a wheezing against loud music, and it gave me even more courage to say what I thought. “Pet is his ass!The bartender was closer than I thought, and I only realized it after his forced cough, drawing my attention to his slightly wide eyes and lips pressed on a thin line. Very gently, Zachary took all the space over me, forcing me to touch the red-colored wall to my back."First rule for beginners in a place like this, bunny," he spoke calmly, although the hardness of his gaze pinned me. My body warmed and hardened at the same time, and I tried hard not to take my hands around my heated cheeks. “Co
"You got it wrong, didn't you, bunny? " Zachary asked, capturing my gaze with the sincerity of his question. "In a Dom/Sub relationship, there is not only a scenario based on beatings, pinching, pins inserted under the skin, or abuse. The Sub does not obey his Gift because he feels inferior or oppressed in some way, on the contrary, the protection and security that his owner offers him is enough to fulfill an order without realizing his origin. This is the part of trust. "I felt the heat slip to the base of my spine when he moved the glass away from my hands, holding them between his calloused and hot palms. I hadn't realized how much the drink had frozen my fingers. "Attractation is what keeps the Sub ready for any activity of its owner, immediately."So, it's not always just about pain? "I hated how my voice sounded low, but not even clearing my throat I could feel any firmness in my words."No" His tone of voice was a deep baritone, enveloping each letter like a seductive shadow. "
When the woman left, smiling gently at me "even if her look disconcerted me efficiently", Zachary got a little closer, taking one side of my face to face him. His touch was soft and warm, as it had been since he escorted me to an isolated place. The hard S/M is not a direction that I like, he had said. If in BDSM there was an area where everything could be more rude and strange, and the man in front of me did not suit any activity that caused pain, then the sacrifice of trusting, for one night, a stranger with even strange tastes, would it be worth it?Evaluating the facts, I took into account the question that I would have had sex with Zachary, even before I knew any activity I practiced. BDSM would be nothing but a passing adventure. Surely that would be the last time we would see each other, and maybe that would be an experience that would serve me for something in the future."So what? "He asked, drawing a circle on my cheek. " Why are you here, Camila?I took a short breath to an