Normally the gallery opened over the weekend but with the upcoming show, it was closed. I had arranged to pick up info sheets for interested buyers, from the printer on Saturday. I thought I would drop them into the gallery to save us worrying about them on Monday. There was enough to do before the official opening.
I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, my flyaway hair looking like a bad perm. I did not bother with shoes, after all, the printer would have things ready for me and would throw them in the car.
After going to the printers, I parked my car in loading dock, and took them inside. I left the door unlocked but the “closed” sign was hanging so I had no worries about anyone entering. I left the forms on Janice’s desk and then did another walk-through. I really loved Isamu’s work, it was breathtaking.
I smelled him.
My pulse rate jumped, I stood frozen.
I felt his hands on my wrists as he pulled my arms behind me. His mouth was on my ear as he whispered, “Well my little rabbit. You have been a very naughty girl.”
I felt weak at the knees, his lips against my lobe sending shivers down my neck. How had he found me?
I shook my head, as I did it sent his lips brushing my ear even more. I could not bear to look at him. If I did, I knew I would be lost.
“Turn around, little rabbit.”
Oh, I was so tempted. His arrogant assumption that I would meet him was his fault but I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and plead, I wanted to beg his forgiveness for something I had not done.
I could feel his breath on my neck. I closed my eyes and drew in the smell of him. My pussy clenched at his touch and I felt my nipples harden. I felt him kiss my neck and my legs shook. I almost fell but he twisted me in his arms at the same time. I kept my eyes closed and bent my head to the floor. If I looked at him, I would be lost.
“Lift your head, little bunny, I need to kiss those lips.”
I shook my head. I felt his silent laughter.
“Lift it now or your punishment will be far worse.”
I opened my eyes and looked up, stunned. Punishment?
Releasing my wrists, he grabbed my chin. I shut my eyes and his lips crashed onto mine. I felt like I was drowning. I clung to his arms.
“You have no idea what pain you have given me, little bunny. I thought I had lost you. If I had not seen the paper last night, I would still be searching for you.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“So this is how it works. You will get down on your knees in front of me now and ask for my forgiveness. Then, if you do it nicely, I will reward you.”
I glared at him. Big mistake!
Those eyes grabbed me. I tried to think straight. I tried to run.
No, I did not, I just thought about it and instead I just stood there like a fool.
“Come on, Georgia. I am not asking you to do much. Just kneel down.”
He captured my lips again. I am so weak, I dove my tongue straight into his mouth, my legs felt like jelly. He broke the kiss and took my hands off his arms. I fell to the floor.
I do not kneel before men, even those who look like this. I tried to stand, I heard his laughter. He knew I was only on the ground because my legs were weak. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to get to my feet. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down.
“You may as well say sorry. You are already on the floor.”
Looking at the floor and through gritted teeth, I said, “Never!”
“You will. Why not submit now and save us both a lot of time.”
“I will never submit to any man, least of all you. Leave me alone.”
“Oh my little bunny. I told you before you are mine. I cannot leave you, ever.”
The threatened tears began to fall. I was so lost. This man was driving me to the edge of insanity.
I was a strong woman. How could I submit to this man?
He was in my vision. He had knelt down in front of me.
An amazing staircase with a very wide handrail led to a second floor but I decided to see what was on this level first. There were sofas and tables scattered here and there. Some people were seated, others wandering as I was. Moving forward, I entered the first “scene.”
A Domme was standing behind a naked man. He had a collar around his neck and a leash tied to a frame on the wall. She wore thigh-high boots and a leather corset. The Domme was hitting him with a riding crop, his buttocks already glowing red. She moved to the wall and picked up the leash, ordering him to crawl. I was amazed to see he had a hard erection after his punishment or maybe it was because.
The woman sat on the edge of a chair with her legs spread and ordered the man to lick her pussy. She encouraged his actions with more strikes on his body with the crop. I watched as she came and made him kneel in front of her, his erection still unsatisfied.
I moved on.
As I walked, I felt someone looking at me, I turned my head but no one seemed to be looking in my direction. I must have imagined it. Still, I had that creepy feeling of being stalked.
The next scene was even more intimate. Two men were fucking a woman, one had his cock in her arse while the other had his in her cunt. A third man was fucking the man who had his dick in the woman. The woman was screaming in the throngs of orgasm after orgasm as the men pounded into her. You could hear their balls slapping against flesh.
I sighed and shook my head. I was envious of her, I had never achieved more than one orgasm and considered myself lucky when I did, and she was having what seemed like dozens. Still I was not sure I could have two men fucking me, and my arse was virgin territory.
As I moved forward, the feeling of being watched still persisted, and I was starting to feel more unsettled. I kept looking around, expecting to see someone close behind but there was no one.
The next scene was so quiet and very erotic, I felt I should hold my breath.
A man was tying a woman. Already she was enveloped in rope, it was almost woven across her body. She was hanging, eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, with her stomach facing the floor. One leg was straight out to the side of her and the man was in the process of tying her other leg behind her. It was done so slowly, it was like watching a piece of art in the making.
His movements were so sensual across her body, he seemed to be worshipping her as he worked. I noticed knots on her clit and her arse. As he worked, her body swung and judging by the look of unseeing ecstasy on her face, each movement sent a ripple of pleasure through her body.
Once more I was envious of being the object of such worship, of being so overcome with sensation that it took you to someplace else, of letting someone else decide your responses.
Maybe that is what my fantasy was.
I had to admit, being the sole object of someone’s desire would be wonderful. To have someone put my pleasure before anything else.
I started walking again, thinking how much pleasure the woman must be receiving to send her into a trancelike state.
There was an empty stage. On my left, I had passed rooms, some open, some closed. Those that were open held beds, frames, strange-looking benches, all sorts of devices. This place certainly provided something to satisfy one’s every fantasy and it seemed, every kink imaginable.
There was a staircase ahead, leading to the second floor. It was not as wide as the main one in front of the bar. I put my hand on the newel, feeling the wood polished by thousands of hands.
I glanced behind me as I went to ascend the stairs. There was a man walking toward me.
He scared me.
He looked feral, even in the way he walked. His eyes were on me, and I could feel them boring into my soul.
There was no doubt at all that this man was a predator and I was his prey.
I began climbing, trying to act natural while my heart was pounding in fear, and reached the mid-landing. Coming down the stairs was a group of people. I had no choice but to wait. I turned to look down the staircase.