MecaelThe lights dimmed. The voices around were reduced to whispers before silence took over. The song that was playing switched to 'Skin by Rihanna.' A woman dressed in leather pants,boots and gloves walked in. She had a leash in hand. On it was a man who crawled following him.The man was cuffs,leather shorts and a harness.I leaned forward to Aria."That's mistress Moriah. The guy is the sub for this play." She was still. So still that I took a moment to confirm is she was okay.They began with moving their bodies in sync to the song. It was erotic and enough to turn someone on."They won't have a heavy scene tonight. That's why I brought you." She only nodded.She tied the sub's wrist to his ankles such that he was completely bent over.A low gasp escaped Aria's mouth. My hand rested on her stomach and the other one on her thigh. I rubbed small circles on her thigh. "Hold my hand and press it if you want to leave." I whispered."How about we turn you into a beautiful shade of
AriaHow could I bring myself to trust him? To believe that he was not going to hurt me. Not in a way I couldn't take at least. I wiggled on bed. I could feel how wet I was.Mecael was standing across from me. One word. One word and we'll continue. One word and I'll experience what the guy on stage did. Trust. I had to offer him my trust for this."I can make myself trust you." I nodded trying to convince myself of the words that had just left my lips."If you want me to stop say red. If you need to slow down–""Pink!" Pink always seemed like a 'let's go slow' color."Nice choice. Go back to your position." I laid back. "I'm going to blindfold you." I open my mouth to stop him.Trust him' I repeated to myself."Okay." He kissed my forehead and the silk cloth went round. If he decided to kill me,I won't be able to see him. That was better right? Of he made it quick it wouldn't hurt.My wrist were next to be tied. It was loose and I could easily wiggle my way out of it. My right ankle
MestaMecael's choices did not appease me. They at most infuriated me to the point where I felt like killing him myself. We were in his office.He allowed his brother to join us. Why? I didn't know. The guy was too lazy to make a living for himself. Despite finishing the University and graduation with masters in education,he had achieved nothing with his life. We were exactly thirteen minutes in and his chest was already rising and falling at a steady pace. The jackass was sleeping in a damn meeting.The other two men were discussing transportation into the coast. We had just received a threat from the mafia and Mecael simply dismissed it. Two knocks are heard. I open.What did she want?Aria stood at the door. Her eyes were wet. Her hair was tied as usual. "What?" I snapped. I had little to no tolerance for this girl. "Mecael." What was I supposed to do with his name only."Call him for me." Her eyes looked at the papers she was holding."He's busy. Go away." I shut the door befo
AriaAfter an hour's breakdown,I was now okay. Mecael had stayed with me. Holding my as I sniffled and used a whole box of tissue. He run me a bath afterwards. I come out and he was not around. I get dressed and bun my hair.A knock is heard and Mecael enters,a plate in hand."You've decided to turn my to into a dining?" I pick a book and throw it on the bed."Way to answer me after I just held you. You're very ungrateful." He set the plate on the stand beside the bed."Didn't know you were a fan of scrambled eggs." I sit and open the book."I'm not. They're yours." "I'm not hungry. Normal people eat when they're hungry." "You don't eat even if you're hungry. Also we need to talk. You'll need energy for that talk."I felt my hair stand. Maybe it was nothing to be worried about. Still all kinds of conversations held after 'we need to talk' aren't usually pretty.I sigh and pull the plate. Eggs and noodles. Way to go. "If you think picking on your food will make me hand feed you,you'
AriaI took a long bath taking the time to convince myself that I won't die. It's a party. A simple party attended by almost every mafia in existence. Why would they kill me? I don't even own a car. I have nothing under my name. No one had anything against me.I wrapped a huge towel around my body after drying it and settled on the dressing table to do my makeup. Being a bored teen with no social life led to me do some self learning. One of the things I learnt was how to do my make up. I moisturized my face and applied the base. I used a matte foundation as my skin was oily. I finished off with the other ones quickly as I started to grow tired. I was done with my face. For my long hair,I held it up in a French twist. There. That was perfect enough. Formal yet classy. I wore my dress cursing at myself for doing the hair before. The dress showed of my shoulders as it rested just above my bossoms. The slit on my right run up to my upper thigh. My waist was accentuated by the style of
MecaelAria was getting restless. She took my hand as we walked to the dance floor. I let go and walk before her offering my hand asking for a dance. She took it and I pulled her close. Her arms wrap around my waist. Her fingers lightly brushed my neck."Ever danced before?" My hand held her waist."Yeah. My mom loved dancing. That was before papa died and she got married again." "I'm sorry about your dad." "That's a social cue. The sorry part,I mean. Also,it wasn't your fault and he deserved it." Her face winced like she was in pain.His dad must have done something for her to feel that way even after his death. Is it why she flinched when I raised my voice at him that time? Why she tries so hard to hide her emotions?The song became slow.Her blue eyes held mine staring deeply. I wanted to open her mind to know what was going on in there. That said,I had no intention of doing it because she would end up dead. I could never kill her.I pulled her close to me. Her hand gently tagge
GregMecael was sitted across me. His shoulders were slumped. His black hair was messy. It was never messy. He had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a possessed adult doll from a horror movie that wasn't really scary.We've been seated in silence for almost thirty minutes. He would make attempts to speak but fail at doing so. I didn't want to rush him so I waited."I cant…"he shakes his head. "I can't live without her,Greg." His voice came out barely as a whisper."She'll be okay. She's under sedatives and she'll be up soon." "I love her." He declared."No,no you don't love her Mecael. You CANT love her. You shouldn't love her." He gave me a pleading look. "Don't kid yourself. Sure she seems fit to be your submissive but throw in love? You can't be serious."I wasn't trying to reprimand him but it came out like I was.And maybe he had forgotten what had happened the last time he said he loved someone. I didn't forget,but reminding him of it was not appropriate right now. "
AriaI slowly opened my eyes. I stared blankly into space before the details of the room load into my head. I was in my room. The last thing I remember was me screaming at the hospital about how I was going to die. I felt some warmth emanating from my side.I look down to my leg. It was plopped up on two pillows. I turn my head to the right to see where the warmth was coming from. Mecael. His head was on the bed. His breathing was steady. My hand was in his. I try to move but he holds onto it tighter. I shake my hand trying to get it away from him.He stirs and raises his head."Hey…you're awake." He lets out a relieved sigh.His plan to kill me didn't succeed and now he wants to act like he cares. I roughly pull my hand away from him and settle it on my stomach. I turned my neck so that my gaze shifted to the left."Go away." I said roughly."What? No, I didn't do anything. I couldn't sleep on the bed with you so…umm…yeah…but I could not leave you alone either." He spoke quickly."Y