Ashley's Bend (13 page)

“First order of business. Several of you are wearing clothing over your required attire. This displeases me because you were not instructed to wear anything else. Take it off.” Knox commanded. I hesitated knowing that I was not wearing any panties underneath this trench coat. My hand paused on the belt at my waist as I stroked it between my fingers. Heavy footsteps approached and stopped in front of me.

“Is there an issue, Ashley? Do not make me repeat myself. I will not make the request more than once. You will not like the consequences,” he hissed at me. With shaky fingers, I untied the belt at my waist and slipped the jacket off of my shoulders to let it fall to the floor. My first instinct was to bring my hands in front of my body to block my vagina from being exposed, only that was short lived by Knox’s next command.

“From now on, every time you enter this room you will assume the standard greeting position. Hands behind your back and spread your legs out past your hip width.” I did his bidding, not wanting to get another verbal beating from him. I felt the cool air of the room hit my sex as I spread my legs out. I felt so raw and exposed and my desire to rip the blindfold off of my face and run out of the room was growing by the minute, but that was what the
old
Ashley would have done. Instead, I kept my feet firmly planted to the ground, determined to fight my sub-conscience that was threatening to overtake my thoughts, telling me to run.

I will go through with this
.

“Standing directly in front of you will be your trainer. Do not remove your blindfold. You must first learn to trust your trainer. What better way to do that than to take away one of your senses? By taking away your sight, we are heightening your other senses. Hearing and touch will be more sensitive and allow you to feel and hear things differently than you would if you had your sight. First, you will be fitted with your submissive in training necklace. This necklace lets everyone in the club know that you are in training and are not permitted to be involved in any forms of play while in training with anyone other than your trainer.”

I felt someone approach me from behind and a hard body pressed up against mine, causing a tingling sensation to ripple down my spine. He didn’t say a word as he draped a necklace on my chest allowing his fingers to brush my collar bones as he brought the clasp up around my neck. Goosebumps protruded from my skin as I felt him press his nose into my hair and inhale deeply before he abruptly stepped away. Instantly, my backside was left feeling cold at the loss of his warmth. I felt scared, nervous and…turned on. How was that possible? I didn’t even know this man touching me. Closing my eyes behind the blindfold, I allowed my thoughts to imagine that it was Dominic touching me, that it was he who was going to take me to places I had never been before.

“Our first lesson will be a lesson of trust. In a dominant/submissive relationship, trust and respect are the two key ingredients in making the relationship successful. As a sub, you must learn that your Dominant will take care of you and not push you further than you are able to go in a scene. Trainers, take your sub to the crosses.”

My awareness was instantly snapped to attention.
Did he just say crosses? As in the St. Andrew’s cross?

I felt my palms start to sweat and a bead of perspiration rolled down my chest to land in the space between my breasts as my nerves started to get the better of me. My trainer gripped my forearm and led me over to what I assumed was the cross. He turned me around and my backside was pressed back against the cold, hard, wood behind me. Grabbing my wrist, he lifted my arm out to the side and shacked it above my head before repeating the action with my other wrist. His fingertips ever so slightly grazed my inner wrist and forearm in a tender caress, and I shivered. My trainer kicked the insides of my feet apart telling me silently to spread them. I felt the warmth of his body as it grazed mine when he squatted down to bind my legs to the cross. Paying equal attention to both legs, he attached the restraints to both of my ankles, leaving me feeling opened and exposed. My breathing was rapid as I fought to control the fear of having no control over what he could or was going to do to my body. As if he sensed my discomfort, I felt a hand gently caress my cheek momentarily easing my anxiety. It was short-lived, however, as his hand slid across my collarbone and his finger traced down my chest before stopping between my breasts.
Wow
. How could one small touch make my body feel like it was on fire? I was bound to the cross, nearly naked, scared out of my mind and completely—turned on. I never pictured myself in any situation close to this, yet here I was feeling nervous—scared—and excited.

“Your trainer will now start to heighten your sense of touch,” Knox’s voice broke through my reverie, “he or she will experiment with you, bringing about sensations in your body you probably have never felt before. If, at any time, you feel uncomfortable, unsafe or scared, you will instruct your trainer to stop by saying
Switzerland
. Do you understand?”

After a round of
yes, sirs
, Knox instructed the trainers to proceed with the task. I both detested and loved being blindfolded. I hated that I did not know what was about to happen, but I loved the excitement I was feeling of the unknown.

I was alert and ready as I waited for what would happen next. I waited and waited, and waited.

Nothing.

Why is he not touching me? Why am I just being left chained here?

As my mind continued to conjure up all sorts of reasons why I was being left restrained and untouched, I was scared back into reality as a small brush of what felt like cold metal grazed along my inner thigh. Being shackled to the cross, I couldn’t squeeze my legs together to stop the foreign object that was now traveling up the smooth expanse of my inner thigh. Goose bumps appeared on my flesh and a deep ache formed in my belly. Slowly, the object rose higher up my leg, until it paused to hover just over the mound of my pussy.

The next thing I felt was the cold metal against my belly as the corset I wore was cut away from my body.

Holy hell! It was a knife.

I cried out in shock and fear as my breasts became free from the binds of my corset. I struggled against the restraints and they bit into my flesh.

“Quiet.” A deep masculine voice commanded. I stilled instantly at the fierceness in his voice. My heart was beating so hard, I feared it would beat out of my chest as I struggled to breathe. Hands landed on my breasts and I had to stifle a moan. A tingling sensation hit my sex as he took my nipples and rolled them between his fingers until they were hard and pert.

Oh my God….

Just as quickly as his hands appeared, they left my body and I again felt the effects of his absence. The feelings that this man was bringing out in me was nearly too much to bear. I felt myself growing wet as the signs of my desire started to trickle down my leg. His hand appeared again at my thigh and this time he cupped my sex. Sensation after sensation rippled through me. Jared was the only man who had ever touched me there, and to have this man’s hands on the most intimate part of me was foreign.

Suddenly, he slapped my sex sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through me. All around me I heard the moans, gasps and orders of instructions from the other people in the room, but they sounded faint and distant through the pounding of my heartbeat ringing through my ears. The only thing I could concentrate on was the sensations that my body was feeling, the arousal that consumed my body as his fingers found their way in between my folds and circled my clitoris. Being blindfolded only increased the pleasure leaving me no choice but to get lost in the awareness of the feelings I was experiencing. He continued to circle the small pulsing nub of my clit until I could feel the buildup start to increase and my breathing was coming in short, measured pants. Just when I felt like I was going to go catapulting over the edge in an intense, all-consuming orgasm, his hand disappeared.

I whimpered out of frustration of my denied release and I heard him chuckle.

Was he fucking laughing at me?

I was about to open my mouth to voice my protest, when suddenly his fingers filled me and his mouth crashed to mine. His fingers pumped inside me hard and fast, driving my body towards a crescendo of white hot pleasure. His thumb continued to circle my clit as the build grew higher and higher from the simultaneous stimulation between my pussy, clit and mouth. Flashes formed in the dark space behind my eyes and I violently erupted on his hand in maddening pleasure. He continued to dive his hand in and out of my pulsating walls, drawing out my climax.

When my body finally started to relax, he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside of me, leaving me sated and spent. My head lolled forward because I no longer had the strength to keep it up. Hands unshackled my wrists, and I felt pinprick sensations in my fingers as the blood started to rush back into my hands. My legs were unshackled and I collapsed, spent into the arms of my trainer. His chest was hard beneath my hands and I felt the rapid rise and fall of it from his heavy breaths. I was a swirling vortex of emotions as I tried to take in everything that had happened. Conflicted by my own thoughts, I didn’t know whether I should chastise myself for doing something like that, or be ashamed because I actually enjoyed it.

My legs shook as my trainer stood me on my feet. Suddenly, I felt shy and more exposed than when I did while I was on the St. Andrew’s cross. Having had this man’s hands in the apex of my core had left me feeling vulnerable and timid. As I tried to reign in my feelings, an object was near violently shoved into my hands. Feeling the texture of the fabric in my hands, I didn’t need the blindfold off to know that it was the coat that I shed earlier. I stood in place fondling the coat as the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. It took a few moment for my eyes to adjust to the brightness after being in the dark for so long, and that was when my eyes collided with a familiar pair of dark chocolate ones. Dominic stood staring at me with a scowl on his face and I was taken aback by his vehement expression.

“Get dressed,” was all he said before turning and storming out of the room.

I was not prepared for the flood of sensations that ran rampant through me at the sight of Ashley coming beneath my hand. I was barely able to contain myself as she threw her head back and let out the sexy as fuck moan as she was overcome with ecstasy. Somewhere deep inside, a feral sentiment washed over me and I felt bloodthirsty with the need to claim her, to devour her.

It was those unfamiliar and unexpected notions that had me moving away from her straightaway. I needed distance and a fucking hard drink.

I set Ashley on her feet and watched as her legs quivered beneath her causing her to sway. Reaching for her coat, I thrust it into her hands. The sight of her standing naked and bare before me had me struggling to muster all of my self-control and I needed to escape from those feelings—escape from her. I reached up and pulled the blindfold from her head. Her eyes flickered several times trying to adjust to the light before the green pools of her eyes landed on me and shock overcame her as she inhaled sharply at the sudden surprise to see me standing in front of her.

“Get dressed,” I demanded before I turned and headed out of the Rapture Room. The last thing I heard as I escaped from the overwhelming feelings that threatened to overtake me was Knox instructing the other trainers to end the scene and for the trainees to get dressed to go to the Common Room for their assignments.