Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) (2 page)

Watching as Caelan joined Master Yangchi, she shifted. She knew the moment she witnessed
him wrap ropes around
Anya, her libido was going to go crazy.
Mistress Olivia, the woman who’d dragged her away from her first demonstration had said it correctly. “
For some it’s watching a sub get flogged but for
you my dear it’s bondage.”

“I’m Airi.”
The girl settled down next to her
and jerked her out of her thoughts.

“Nisey.”
She bit down on her tongue as she watched Caelan begin the traditional box tie, weaving the hemp rope over, around and under Anya’s breasts. To her own mind she could feel the brush of the hemp against her skin. Her nipples peaked.

“You too must be a lover of bondage?”
Airi babbled next to her
.

She barely nodded as she watched her
Máister
finish off the box tie at the
base of the woman’s
back. Anya turned to present her back to the audience and a low moan forced
its
way past her throat.
Dear lord, his work is impressive.
The white hemp crisscrossing Anya’s back was a beautiful contrast to her skin. While it didn’t look painful, Nisey knew from experience how snuggly the roped hugged.
So
tight
.
So sensual.
Do I look like that when he binds me?

“So
how
long have you been with your Master?”
Airi was still babbling and beginning to annoy Nisey. She almost wished she hadn’t agreed to let the talkative slave sit with her.

“About a year and half.” Nisey dug her nails into her palms when Caelan moved onto the Gunslinger’s harness. The name had humored her the first time Caelan had explained in class but was very apt. When finished, it looked much like a gunslinger’s belt around the slave’s waist and upper thigh.
Seeing him brush fingers across Anya’s tender inner thigh had her womb clenching.

Before they had known of Nisey’s fear of the suspension, he’d placed that particular tie on her while preparing her for her first suspension.
She’d been dripping with desire until her toes had left the floor. Fear had her fighting him for the very first time
in their relationship.
I don’t
understand it.
I’ve always found solace in the ropes, never fear. I trust him, so why am I scared?
She asked herself that question a million times and still had no answer.
Sometimes she worried if she didn’t overcome her fear, if Caelan would move on. Shibari was as much a part of her handsome Master as breathing was.

As Master Yangchi and Caelan worked together on Anya
,
she was suspended in no time. Closing her eyes, Nisey tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the feeling of weightlessness along with the snugness of the bonds around her body.
Her tongue darted out as she replaced Anya with herself. With her leg extended above her head, while the ropes supported the rest of her body at a right angle, it left her wet bare pussy open to her
Máister
’s
fingers, mouth and cock.
He’d be able to sink anything he wants inside of me.
A gush of juices now coated her inner thighs and she could feel the brush of the air against her naked folds.
Does everyone know how aroused I am?

Still wrapped up in her fantasy, she imagined Caelan running his fingers down her up-stretched thigh to her aching pussy. She could feel the eyes of the others on her as his fingers dipped inside and found her slick moistness.
When he pulled them free to show everyone their glistening wetness as if to say
,
“
see how wet my slave gets from this?
She’s a true Shibari slut. She’ll do anything to feel the ropes around her.”
She gave an audible moan as her clit pulsed and she fought the urge to come.
She could hear the words in her ears as she swayed with the thrust of his fingers back inside of her. “You want to come don’t you,
grá?”
The dream Caelan asked his Irish brogue thick with desire.

“Yes, please,
Máister
.”
Her soft plea was barely audible as she lost herself to her fantasy.

“
Nisey?”
Airi’s voice int
ruded harshly into her fantasy, jerking her back from the edge of orgasm.

Opening
her eyes
, the first thing she saw was
Caelan brushing a kiss across Anya’s forehead before he released her.
Hurt ran through her. He’d actually kissed another woman! Taking deep breathes she tried to reason with herself
.
It’s his way of showing
gratitude
.

Her world was shattered though at Airi’s next words.

“He obviously still cares for her. Master Yangchi told me, she was once your master’s sub.”

Part Two: Jealousy

Dear Kalinda,

I actually got to meet Master Yangchi. He’s not what I expected, nor is the club we went to. It is nothing like Olivia’s back home. In fact, I about had a
coronary
when your brother put me on an actual dog leash. I’m so glad we don’t have that back home. Honestly when we came over here, I thought I was ready to face your brother’s past but now… I’m not so sure.

Why didn’t you ever mention to me that he’d starred in that blasted picture book, we looked over the other day?  It was a shock to actually met the girl in those pictures and realize it was Caelan with her.  If you were at home, I’d rat you out to Josh, so he could punish you. Speaking of that…we really need to talk about him. He’s been pestering
Máister about when you’re coming home. If I didn’t know better I’d swear he’s got plans for you. As always, I miss you.

Nisey

Trailing behind her Master, Nisey entered their hotel room.  Kicking off her shoes, she moved towards the window, not waiting for his command.  She fingered the slender gold torque collar surrounding her neck. 
Get over it Nis, he wasn’t a eunuch before he met you. There have been slaves in his past. You’re the one with him now.
Staring out into the Tokyo skyline, she tried to push aside her jealousy.

“You’ve been quiet since we left the club,
grá.
”

Behind her, she heard the scrape of the chair across of the floor. Before she could turn to see what he was doing, she felt the warmth of his hands against her slender shoulders. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”  A sigh pushed past her lips when he pulled her back against him.  Settling into the warmth of his body, she gave a soft moan.  The fingers of one hand slipped under her top to toy with her unbound breast.  The scrape of his blunt nails over the straining tip sent both pain and pleasure through her.

“Beautiful.” His tongue traced over the rim of her ear. She lifted her hands to touch him. “Drop them. No touching.”

Obeying, she dropped them helplessly to her sides.  His mouth continued to explore her left ear. Teeth tugged, before the wet heat of his mouth enveloped the sensitive flesh. “Always so responsive.”  
He b
reathed against the wet skin
.
S
he couldn’t stop the full body shiver that shook her. 

I won’t touch him. I can’t touch him right now.
Even as she repeated the litany in her head, her desire to do so grew. Digging her nails into her palms, she struggled to
keep
her
hands away from his body.

“So responsive …” His voice hardened. “…that it hurts me when you try to lie to me.”

Her breath halted in her throat.  Dread mixed with a small fissure of fear. Memories of the last time she’d attempted to lie to him were still fresh in her mind. It’d been the night she’d fought her bonds for the first time and safe-worded on him. She hadn’t wanted to admit she was scared of falling. Instead she’d pleaded a headache.
The oldest excuse in the book but unlike men before him he didn’t take it at face value.
She gave an internal wince at the memory of the night she’d spent alone. It’d been the first time since her collaring she’d slept in the guest bedroom of Caelan’s home.  She’d missed sleeping curled up next to him more than she could’ve ever imagined.

“Please
Máister,
I haven’t lied to you.” 
Honestly, I haven’t. He has given me a lot to think about. 
“Please don’t send me to another room.” 

A low growl escaped him and he pressed his erection against her ass. “I’m not going to send you away, Nisey, but come hell or high water you’re going to tell me what changed my curious slave into the automation who’s been with me since we left the club. What the hell happened while I was on stage tonight?”

Heart racing, she tried desperately to focus on his question but the fingers not toying with her nipple had slid under her jeans. With a well practiced move, they captured the nub of her clit between them. He gave the slippery nub a rough squeeze. Her sharp gasp filled the room.

“I’m waiting, slave.” 

“I’m not…”  The desire which had abated during their ride back to the hotel surged back to the fore. Before the lie could even pass her lips, her world spun.  She found herself draped over his legs and his hand landing hard on her denim-covered ass.  “
Máister!”

“Count off.” His tone allowed for no protests. “For each time you lie to me, you get five spanks. Eventually you
will
tell me the truth.”

A sob built in her throat. “One,
Máister.”
His hand fell again.  “Two,
Máister.”
Tears were running down her face by the time he’d delivered the fifth blow.  She was sobbing openly even as he hauled her up into his arms. His thumbs rubbed the tears way.

“Look at me, Nisey.”

She lifted her tear stained face. “Yes,
Máister
?”

“Are you ready to tell me the truth?”  His blue eyes were cool.

With her lower lip between her teeth, she stared up into them.
Jealous slaves get punished.
She weighed her options.  “Truth or lie, I’m still going to be punished,
Máister.”

His lips thinned out.  A startled cry left her, as she found herself once more across his hard thighs. “That’s not the truth, slave. It’s merely an avoidance.”  His hand lifted once more, his intent obvious.
He’s perfectly capable of blistering my ass until I tell him.
Even from her position she could see the determination stamped on his face.

“I was jealous!”  Her body tensed as horror flooded every cell of her being. She braced herself for the coming blow.
Even if I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, it still doesn’t matter!
It would only serve her right.

The blow she expected to fall never came. Instead his hand rubbed over her ass. “Why?” There was obvious confusion in his tone.

She drew a deep breath. “Airi told me Anya was your slave. She’s so beautiful and doesn’t have the hang-ups I have.”

His nostrils flared. “Stop right there. Anya was once my
submissive
. She was never my slave. I’ve never offered another woman my collar.  I thought you understood that.”  He pushed her off his lap. 

The fear had her heart pounding erratically.  “
Máister?”

He stood. “Strip.”

With trembling hands she quickly disrobed, uncertain.
It doesn’t matter what he has planned for me. I deserve it.
Sinking to her knees she knelt in front of him, hoping her submissive pose would please him.

“Get up.”  He took her by her arm and dragged her towards the bed. Tossing her across the length of it, he quickly secured her arms with braided cords from the canopied drapes surrounding it.  Once she was bound spread eagle to the bed, he stepped back.

“
Máister?”

“Not a word.”  His hand reached back and hauled a fistful of sweater over his head.  The dim light spilling from the bedside lamp caressed him like a lover. The way she wanted to.  With his chest bare,
amber
eyes gleaming and desire stamped on his rough hewed features, he looked like an avenging god. “I don’t want any other slave than you, Nisey
,
and by the time we leave in the morning, my brand will be stamped on your soul. Never again will you ever doubt my commitment to you.”

A low moan built in her throat.

* * * * *

“
Máister!”
Her cry of frustration rang out.  She jerked against the bonds holding her to the bed. Between her thighs, Caelan growled even as he continued to lash at her already over-sensitive clit. For over thirty minutes he’d kept her poised on the edge of climaxing. 

“Not yet. Don’t even think about coming.” Without looking up to see if she was obeying, he tipped her hips.

Inside her, she felt the clink of the crystal benwa balls bouncing off each other as they slid deeper.  Her muscles greedily grasped at them. As a testament to her body’s enslavement to this man, her orgasm slid away. “
Oh, God I want to come! Please, Máister!”
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

“You should be careful what you wish for,
slave.
”  His roughened tone promised retribution. 

Her eyes opened. Looking down her body, she took in the hemp rope wrapped around her upturned tits. If she hadn’t been so contrite she’d have been impressed with his work. He’d managed to secure the harness around her without releasing her arms from their bindings.

The small clamps swayed from the strawberry red tips with every ragged breath she took.  Her eyes finally settled on the intensely dominating man between her thighs. His lips were swollen. The shine of her juices could be seen in the low glow spilling over the bed.  A shriek left her when his mouth delved back inside her folds.

The flick of his tongue and tug of his teeth against her clit heralded the return of her immanent climax. “Please,
Máister.
” She couldn’t stop the plea as her thighs began to tremble with the need to come. Her head tossed against the soft pillow.  The wet heat of his mouth moved away from her aching bud to suck on the outer lips of her denuded pussy. 
Oh god, how does he know to do that!
The sharp sting of his nip pushed her closer to the edge.

A gut wrenching moan was torn from her. Two fingers slid inside her to bump against the crystal balls.  Tightening her muscles around them she bucked helplessly, intent on the pleasure raking over her. 

“NO!”  His hand pressed down on her stomach, effectively pinning her hips to the bed. “Don’t make me get the plug.”  The dark promise in his eyes assured her he was more than willing to use the new anal plug he’d bought along for her.

“No,
Máister.
I’ll be good!”  Gritting her teeth, she focused on canopy above her. Trying to distract her, she tried to count the small roses imprinted into the satin. 
One, two, three, four, five…
Cool air hit her clit and she stumbled. 
Ah…seven, no…six. I was at six.  Six, seven, eight…
The pointed end of his tongue pressed down on the hard nubbin before drawing random patterns against it.  Gooseflesh raced over her skin.  Her fists clenched. She soon realized the patterns he was creating weren’t so random.  “
Máister?”

“Hmmm?”  His tongue barely paused.

“What are…you…doing?”  Her thoughts scattered as his teeth nipped at her inner thigh.

“Practicing my cursive.” 

Her head lifted off the pillow. “Excuse me?”

His eyes met hers. “I’d think you’d be more interesting in what I’m spelling than what I’m doing,
slave.
” His head dipped low again. “Concentrate and I bet you’ll figure it out.”

“But…”  
Fuck! He can’t expect me to figure out what he’s spelling.

“Figure it out and you get to come.” And it began again.

Breath rasping in and out, she concentrated on the movements of his tongue, forcing the pleasure back. 
Was that a N…no…had to two humps….ah god! M…
  The short stroke followed by a quick tap had her arching off the bed. …
Fuck…I…gotta be an I…
  Her orgasm surged hard against the wall holding it back.  His tongue lifted for a moment and his fingers left her aching pussy. Then she heard the small snick of bottle being opened.  Opening her eyes, she tried to figure out what was going on. The dark shadows hid his movements.
What the hell is he…
a low moan tore from her throat as he chided her.

“Pay attention, slave. What were the first two letters?”  His fingers slick with something cool, teased her anus.  It greedily tugged at the tips of them.

“M and I.” she panted just before his tongue lashed at her anew even as his finger slid into her ass to the first knuckle. His tongue mimicked his earlier patterns. 
M…i…M…i…what the hell does…
Her muscles clenched as nirvana approached.
“Mimi?”

Her gasped response had him shaking his head and his tongue leaving her. Her orgasm slipped away again despite the small thrusts of his fingers in her ass.

“No. Pay closer attention.” 

She flat out whimpered when the torture continued.  Exasperated and nearly out of her head, she began to throw out random words. “Mime!”  Nearly delirious with need now, she barely noticed his negative response.

“Close,
grá.
So close.”  The torturous pattern continued.  After her fourth or fifth incorrectly shouted word, his fingers slid out of her ass and reached into the bedside table.  The clank of it opening and shutting barely registered.  “I want you to come all over my face,
slave.”

Still holding her open with his one hand, his tongue slowed and he drew out the pattern.
M…i…wait…it’s cursive…two humps…is a N!
Realization crashed over her. “Mine!”