Awaken (5 page)

Then I heard the clacking sound of a chain being lowered from the ceiling. Soon my arms and legs would be restrained, just like the last woman he pleasured. The assistant approached and raised my arms. She cuffed my hands over my head. She then spread my legs and placed a metal bar between them, locking my feet in place. There was no turning back now. I heard the assistant say, “I'm going to put the ball gag in your mouth now. If at any point you want us to stop, just shake your head. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Open your mouth.”

I did as I was told and felt the rubber ball press into my mouth. The assistant clasped the leather straps behind my head. The lack of breath suddenly made me nervous, but I calmed down once I realized I could breath sufficiently through my nose.

Then I felt her fingernails glide down my back and over my ass. The assistant whispered into my ear, “Every step of the way, I'm going to ask for your permission. Nod if you want the Master to continue. Do you understand?”

I nodded. No longer able to speak or see, my other senses were heightened. I smelled the Master’s musky scent. I heard muffled sounds from the crowd, waiting eagerly for the show to begin. My skin tingled from the energy in the room.

I shuddered, as I felt the Master's hands on my breasts. He pinched my nipple, and for a second I thought I felt something. I was surprised when my body tingled in response to the nipple clamps. I realized my mind was playing tricks on me, since I had lost most of the sensation in that area. As the Master's hand slid over my stomach, toward my sex, I trembled. I inhaled deeply through my nose as he slowly inserted a finger inside me. I was already dripping wet from anticipation. Soon I would welcome more than just his finger. Then I felt the assistant's breath against my neck. “We're going to begin. If you want us to stop, just shake your head.”

I nodded.

As I waited, a nervous energy rushed through me. I stood there, locked in position, my hands cuffed, my voice muffled. Unable to see, I began picturing the crowd around me. I was shocked by how excited it made me feel, standing naked, knowing they were all watching me. Then I felt a drop of my sex juice run down the inside of my leg. I never imagined being placed in this position would turn me on as much as it did.

The sound of a flogging whip slapping the floor startled me. The Master repeated the action once again, the sound echoing in my ears. Soon that whip would hit my skin. My body tensed with anticipation.

Then I felt it, the lashes of the flogging whip against my backside. It stung. Immediately my muscles tensed. Then I felt the Master's hand caress the area of my flesh he had just marked. He continued flogging my legs, my hips. With each slap came a short rush of pain, followed by a long release of pleasure. And after each lashing, I felt the throbbing sensation between my legs increase.

“Do you want more?” the assistant asked.

I nodded vigorously. The Master continued his lashes. It was the anticipation that excited me – not knowing when it was coming – then the shiver I felt when the leather made contact with my skin.

But then the Master stopped. I didn’t know what was happening. The air around me grew still.

“I'm going to remove the ball gag,” The assistant whispered into my ear. She loosened the straps behind my head and removed the ball gag from my mouth. I inhaled deeply. The assistant unlocked my legs and removed the bar separating them.

I waited. The room remained silent. Then I heard the faint sound of the Master unzipping his pants. The collective gasp and approval from the crowd echoed in my ears. The Master had unleashed his cock for all to see. And soon he would be driving it inside me. I licked my lips with anticipation, as my sex pulsed with desire. I heard the Master step behind me. His firm hands rested on my hips.

I still vividly remember how my body shuddered, as the tip of his cock gently nudged the lips of my sex. I was dripping wet. I yearned for him to be inside me. I widened my stance so I could welcome every marvelous inch. But he hesitated. He held back. I felt his assistant run her hands over my breasts and tug on my nipple clamps. She whispered into my ear. “Does he have your permission to fuck you, in front of all these people?”

“Yes,” I said.

Then it began. The fuck I'd been waiting for, dreaming of. My body melted as his hard cock slid inside me. I was so wet that I managed to take him deeper than I ever thought I could. The Master ran one of his hands up my back. He removed the blindfold. It took my eyes a moment to adjust, but then my vision became clear. Everyone was staring at me. A room full of strangers was watching me get fucked beyond my wildest dreams. I noticed Penelope and Nico among the crowd. Penelope looked at me and nodded with a grin of approval. I smiled as I felt the Master's cock spread me open. He pulled my hair and deepened his thrusts.

“It feels so fuckin' good,” I moaned with pleasure. But then suddenly, the Master slid his cock out of me. I turned around looking at him. “Oh no. Don't stop. You don't know how badly I need this.”

Confidently, the Master then moved to face me. “Please, keep fucking me,” I begged as I looked at his mask and into his eyes.

He motioned to his assistant. She loosened the chains around my arms, so I was free. He then motioned with his hand, toward his cock. The Master wanted me to suck him.

I quickly dropped to my knees and took the Master's long hard shaft into my mouth. I hadn't had a cock in my mouth in so long. I licked and sucked it like it was the most delicious candy on earth. I felt the Master's hand on the back of my head, urging me on. He groaned through his mask with pleasure. Then he pulled my head back. I looked up at him. He motioned me to stand up. I did. The Master wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips. He wanted me to ride him, as he stood there in place. I felt ecstasy wash over my body as his cock slid inside me once again. I loved feeling the Master's strong, capable hands on my ass as I slid up and down, finding my rhythm. I rested my head against the Master's broad shoulder as I rode his cock toward bliss.

“Thank you,” I whispered, hoping he heard me through the mask.

I looked up and saw everyone in the room watching with approval, including Penelope. Then I felt it coming – the energy building inside me – so I closed my eyes. Like a volcano erupting, I finally climaxed. I shrieked with delight, my voice filling the room. After having an orgasm like that, you realize how wonderful sex can be. And as I'm lying in bed writing this, I realize sex with the Master has changed me. The voice between my legs has finally spoken, and it won't be silent ever again.

I knew things were going to change when I moved back to New York. I just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed but in a good way. An old co-worker, Emma, rang my front door unexpectedly this afternoon.

“You haven't returned any of my calls. I was worried. I thought I'd drop by and check up on you. I hope that's okay?”

“That's fine,” I said as I let her in.

“Wow, this place is huge!” Emma exclaimed as she walked around my loft. I noticed she was dressed impeccably, as usual. She wore slim-fit black pants and a baby-blue cashmere sweater set.

“You get more space if you leave Manhattan,” I said with a shrug, making my way to the kitchen. “Do you want a coffee?” I offered.

“Sure,” she said. She took a seat on one of my kitchen stools and placed her Prada bag on the counter. She smiled as she looked at me. “What have you done to your hair? I really like it.”

I shrugged. “Nothing. It just grew back in a lighter shade of brown.”

“Well, it looks great,” she said. “So, how does it feel to be back?”

“Different,” I admitted.

“I bet, considering everything you’ve been through. Well, everyone in the office can’t wait to see you.”

“I know.” I apologized. “It's just been taking me longer than I expected to settle in. I'll come by and say hi soon, I promise.” I poured each of us a cup of coffee and handed her a mug. That’s when I noticed the ring on Emma’s finger.

“Em, is that an engagement ring? Did Matt finally propose?”

Emma smiled. “He finally manned up. The wedding’s in July. You better be there.”

“Congratulations. Of course I’ll be there,” I said, beaming. “That ring is huge!”

“It's gorgeous, isn't it?” Emma admired her platinum engagement ring. “It's a Tiffany's two-carat Lucida cut diamond. I went online: It costs forty-two thousand dollars.”

I almost spit out my coffee. “Matt spent that much on an engagement ring?!”

Emma nodded. “I know. Crazy, right?”

“Well, I’m happy for you two. You make a great couple.”

She smiled. “Thanks, Lacey. And now that you’re back in New York, you’re going to meet Mr. Right too.”

“If it happens, it happens,” I said unconcerned. I was still satisfied from my meeting with the Master.

Emma took a sip of coffee and then placed her mug down. “I've got some more good news,” she said, eyeing me curiously. “I got you a job.”

I rolled my eyes. “I told you, Emma, I don't want to go back to recruiting.”

Emma threw up her hands. “I know. I know. You made that perfectly clear the last time we spoke on the phone. I got you a job you might actually like. I guess it's not technically a job. I think you call it a gig. It turns out we need to put together a new marketing package for the company. And now that I’m in the marketing department, I’m responsible for getting new photos of the top executives. We also need some shots taken around the office. I think you’d be perfect for the job. I know you’re still getting used to being back, but I thought this could help you get on your feet.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Really? Are you sure, Emma? I’m not a professional, not yet anyway. I’m just starting out.”

Emma dismissed my comment. “Lacey, you’ve been taking pictures since the day I met you. I know how good you are. Consider this your first commercial project. The pay's pretty good too. We've budgeted fifteen thousand for a photographer.”

My jaw dropped. Fifteen thousand would go a long way. “Thank you so much, Em. I'm really grateful. I just hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“I know you won’t,” she said assuring me. “The money isn’t the only good thing about the job. You know what this means, don't you?” she said with a coy look. “You get to take up-close and personal photographs of Cooper West.”

Ah…Cooper West, the handsome CEO of The West Group. At thirty-five, he was the owner of the hottest recruiting firm in the country. He was also one of Manhattan's wealthiest men under forty. I used to have a mad crush on him, just like every other woman who worked at West Group. I can still remember the one time I spoke to him, at the annual holiday party. I was so nervous in his presence that I can’t remember what I said, although I’m pretty sure it was something stupid.

“Does he still look the same?” I asked.

Emma nodded. “Hot as ever.”

Tomorrow I have my photo-shoot at West Group. I forgot I needed help carrying the lights and other equipment. I needed an assistant! I didn’t know who to call, so I knocked on Penelope's door.

She answered naked, as usual.

“Do you ever wear clothes?”

Penelope shrugged. “Not if I can help it.”

“But what if I was a psycho?” I asked.

“I saw it was you through the peephole. What's up?”

“I need your help.”

“Shoot.”

“How would you like to be my photography assistant for a day? I can pay you a thousand dollars. I’ve got a gig taking photos of all the executives at my old recruiting firm. I just need somebody to help me carry equipment and set up the lights and stuff. Thing is – the shoot is tomorrow. Are you available?”

“For a thousand dollars I am!” Then Penelope suddenly shook her head. “Shit. I'm supposed to work a double. Wait, Brian, the other waiter, owes me a favor. I can probably get him to cover me.”

“Really? I'd appreciate it, Penelope.”

“I got it covered. No worries.” She assured me with a smile.

She's awesome. Now that I have an assistant, I'm ready for the shoot.