EIGHT: Will You Always Wear The Mask?

I direct him to finding Selena once we both leave the room, him following me closely behind. Selena will arrange his payments, his schedule, and the NDAs (yes we have those here). Once that is sorted, I will be given the times that he will come to the club, and I’ll officially start being a sub for Mr. Reid.

The thought brings me mixed emotions. I feel angry that I’ve fallen so easily into the role after all these years.

I feel aroused every time I remember how easily I can submit to him.

I watch him discuss the finer details with Sel, but I can’t ignore the fact that he keeps looking over at me, with an incredibly pleased look on his face, as I’m sitting at the bar sipping a drink.

“He must be very good.” Nico says from behind me, making me flinch in surprise. I swivel round to face him. Then I sigh.

“He is.” I admit. “It’s going to be a shit show for my personal life, but god... even Evan didn’t make me feel like that in the first session.”

“Bold statement.” Nico whistles.

“Exactly. Plus, he’s already talked about paying extra, and I’m sure Sel is currently squeezing him for all he’s worth, so big boost for everyone.”

Nico laughs at my comment, and I continue my friendly discussion for a few more minutes before a hand appears on the bar next to me. A strong hand, with a fancy watch, and a gorgeous suit jacket covering his arms.

I look up slowly, already knowing it is him.

“Are you all sorted, Mr. Reid?” I ask with a playfulness in my words that he doesn’t miss for one second.

“I’ll be seeing you on Thursday evening, Doll.” He replies, holding his hand out for me to take, which I do.

I assume that Doll is what he’s decided to call me. He kisses my knuckles again, holding my eye contact the whole time. Then he leans to my ear.

“I want you to wear that corset.” He whispers, before moving back. I nod once. Then he drops my hand, and walks away, with me glancing over my shoulder to watch him.

“You’re fucked.” Nico says from beside me.

“Fuck off.” I laugh.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I find myself trying to make the next two days go as quickly as possible at the office. The confidence I find myself feeling towards the end of my first session with David is translating to my day job. Getting the banter back into my conversations with him, finding that being around him isn’t as nerve wracking as it is when he first walks into the club.

My session tests the dynamics. I show him that while I submit, I’m not submissive. And it gives me the courage to act more confident with him at work too. I make more quips in conversation, being more honest about my opinions, and he seems to be enjoying it as well. He smiles at me more, thanks me more, makes more jokes.

While he wasn’t exactly an asshole before, I can tell that he’s always stressed about something. I wonder if meeting me at the club has unlocked some kind of relaxation within him, because that’s how he seems now; relaxed. As though he finally has a way to release his frustrations.

I want him to release those frustrations on me.

So, Thursday evening, I almost skip to The Red Room. I’ve agreed with Selena to exchange some of the toys in Room 5, one of the exchanges including the flogger for the Nine Tails. My skin is prickling at the thought.

Violet helps me get ready in the staff area this time, whispering little questions to me as she tightens the corset around my waist. Questions about Mr. Reid. I just tell her there’s nothing to tell yet, that it’s only in the early phases, even though that feels like a lie. I know David personally. My first session whizzes through. Usually I wouldn’t let them touch me that fast. Usually, I wouldn’t let them blindfold me so early.

With him though, it’s just so easy.

I saunter over to the bar, where he’s waiting for me. I run my hand over the top of his arm, across his shoulder, pulling his attention to me. I smile as a greeting.

“Glad to see you obeyed me, Doll.” He says as he looks down at my corset.

He pulls a money clip out of his pocket, pulling a couple of notes out to drop on the bar, and as he stands from the barstool, I run my hand down to his, grasping it loosely.

“Let’s get started Mr. Reid.” I whisper coyly, leading him across the floor towards Room 5. I head to the drawers, hearing him close the door behind me, silencing the thump from the music outside. I pull the first drawer open.

“I forgot to ask something the other day.” He says, his voice low. Coming closer. “Well… two things, actually.”

I feel his fingers run over the back of my neck, the feeling spiralling down my spine, and his lips come to my shoulder, not quite kissing me, but as though they are going to.

“Okay?”

“Will you always wear the mask?”

I turn my head to the side, glancing up at him.

“Yes. It’s for safety.” I explain, and he nods in understanding.

“And... you said not much is off limits. Is there anything I’m not allowed to do generally?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kieran says he’s forbidden from kissing his match. I wondered if that’s a universal rule.” He says, his fingers still dancing over my skin. I breathe in slowly.

“What we do here doesn’t tend to involve kissing. But some of us make exceptions.” I say as I turn around completely to face him.

“Would I be an exception?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” I say honestly. “It’s the same as everything else. Certain things can be agreed as and when we build up trust with each other. You’re not here to just have sex with me, you’re here to explore all of your interests and desires.”

He puts his hands either side of me, on the drawers behind me, caging me in as he stares back at me.

“You’ve already made one exception for me.” He smirks. “What’s another?”

I put a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly, keeping the distance between us.

“As I said, once the trust has been built up, I can revisit that. Until then, I want you to look in the drawer, and pick something you want to use today.” I say with a smile before stepping to the side, and allowing him access.

He tears his eyes off me, looking into the drawer. He pulls his suit jacket off and throws it to the side. Then he reaches in, and pulls out the Nine Tails, with diamond shaped leather cuffs on the bottom of each strand. He turns it over in his hands. Then he looks up at me, his eyes reading a completely different emotion than five seconds ago.

I smile, waiting for him to give me a command. It isn’t until he goes back to the drawer, also picking out the ropes, that he finally speaks.

“On the floor.” He says, pointing with the whip to an empty space. After Tuesday, I’ve asked for this room to have the desk removed, so there is only an armchair against the wall, the drawers and the closet. Lots of space for me to work in.

I walk over, and get on my knees.

He crouches in front of me, carefully placing the Nine Tails beside him, and unravels the rope. Grabbing my hands one by one, he starts tying the rope around my wrists. I watch him work, mentally noting the knots, the placements, the weak points if I need to get out. He isn’t the worst client I have in terms of rope tying, but he has room for improvement.

After a quick glance around the room, he spots a metal ring in the skirting board behind me. Pulling on the rope, he leads me over to it, and I stay in aroused silence as he ties me to the ring. Giving it a couple of tugs, he turns back to me and brushes some hair away from my mask.

“You okay?” He whispers, and I feel my chest lurch in appreciation. I nod. “Face down.”

I bend over, stretching my arms above my head, pressing my cheek to the wood, my face turned to the side so that I can still see him over my shoulder. He walks behind me, and I see him assessing me, assessing my position.

Without warning, he grabs my hips, lifting them up until my ass is in the air, and my weight is on my knees. I bite my lip to stop the squeal that wants to come out of my mouth, and I close my eyes when his fingers loop over the top of the back of my corset, and he tugs me down even further, until the ropes dig into my wrists.

Taking his hands off me, I hear him breathe.

“That’s better.” He says, a smile on his face. “Now, remember your scale.”