When the waiter forwarded his invitation for a drink, she turned her bubbling attention to him. He caught her eyes, her beautiful emerald eyes, and her laugh froze upon her face. She moved to his table dismissing the insignificant boys who had flocked to her side after her set. He felt the delightful and recognizable tendril of desire crawl up his spine as she sat across from him.

“As usual, an excellent set, Leonora.” He had been coming to see her for a couple of months. Every time she would flirt with her fans until the waiter passed on his invitation. Then they would share a drink and talk. Tonight though, it was time to get onto the next step.

The waiter came to the table. “The usual, Miss Fountain?”

“Miss Lafontaine will have a Perrier with lemon tonight.” He interrupted, that boy never could get Leonora’s name right, but he wasn’t worthy of harsher correction.

“Not a Scotch?” She looked at him, the waiter shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, wanting to fly, caught in indecision.

He leaned forward just a little and dropped his voice to a lower tone. “You are free to choose another drink if you like, but for what I have in mind for tonight, you will want a clear head.” He allowed his eyes to drop, releasing her.

She licked her pretty lips and turned to the waiter, “Perrier will be fine, thanks Davy.”

“Good girl.” He allowed himself a smile.

“So what do you have in mind that I will want a clear head for?”

“I want to take you somewhere you’ve always longed to go but never had the courage or the ability; somewhere dark and dangerous.”

“And where would this dark and dangerous place be? Downtown?” She laughed.

“Your own mind.”

He was pleased to see the way she blanched. Her eyes widened as her pupils dilated changing her face from playful to luscious. Her hands shook just a bit as she reached for the newly arrived Perrier.

“How did you know?” she whispered.

“Come now Leonora, we’ve known each other for a long time. Did you think you could keep such a thing hidden from me? I know you, girl, perhaps better than you know yourself.”

“What will happen?” She was reaching for safety. They always wanted to be safe, but longed for the danger. He took a sip of his drink and held her gaze in silence for a long time. He let his power fill her and drain her. There was a sheen of perspiration across her face and he could smell her arousal over the beer and tobacco of the club.

“I will take you. I will use you for my pleasure. I will strip you of all your volition.”

“You can’t do that.” Her voice quavered.

“Oh, there is no doubt that I can and, if you come with me, I will.”

She drank deeply then took a few breaths. He could see her calming herself and considering him. “Others have tried, and failed, why should I believe you are capable of this?”

“You needn’t believe me, Leonora. Simply trust your own instincts. You know I am different. You can feel it deep in your belly, between your thighs, in the palm of your hands. You are burning right now just thinking about it, but the choice is yours, I will never force you.”

“Will I be safe?”

“No, of course not. You don’t really want to be safe, do you? But you will not be permanently damaged, if that’s what you mean, and I will be with you all the time.”

“My grandmother always told me I should live so that all my regrets are for things I have done, not things I have not done. Very well, I will let you try.” She finished her sparkling water and the sparkles returned to her eyes. It would be an interesting evening.

***

The early morning sunlight shone through the tall windows. Shear curtains fluttered like wings. Butter yellow walls and high ceilings made the room both cozy and airy. Bars on the windows cast sharp dark shadows across her naked flesh.

Leonora was more than beautiful. Her skin had that luscious richness of Devon cream. Her frame was petit, yet strong. He gently lifted a strand of her amazing hair and let the soft river of light flow through his fingers. He did not want to wake her, simply uncover more of her flesh. Specifically, he wanted to uncover her ass.

Yes, just there. The welts were still fresh, angry and hot against the smooth velvet of her perfect skin. His palms itched just a bit at the sight. Not just her ass, her thighs were decorated with the red marks of his attentions as well. Her screams had filled this room just a little while ago. She had a glorious scream, loud and long. She tossed her head back when she screamed too, sending her impressive mane cascading down her back. He’d had to be careful not to get her hair caught in his bindings. Perhaps next time he would use her hair itself to bind her. Yes, that would be quite interesting.

She roused a bit, shifting in her sleep, making little mewling noises; a delightful counterpoint to the music of her chains. He moved to the table and poured himself a coffee, inhaling deeply of the familiar scent. He usually drank his coffee black, but this morning, he poured in a long thin rivulet of cream. Not a man of excesses, he passed on the cinnamon buns and spread some small amount of ginger marmalade on a slice of toasted bread. He would need his strength after all.

He heard more movement from the girl, she woke.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“Silence, girl.” He unclipped her chains from the bed and led her to the bathroom. She winced as she sat on the toilet then blushed prettily when she realized he would watch her relieve herself. He brushed her teeth for her, and washed her cunt. He wanted all her openings clean, fresh. He did not brush her magnificent hair. It pleased him to see it in disarray, fresh from sleep, fresh from sex.

He led her back to the bedroom. The sun had lifted, moving a long square of warmth to the floor. He placed her on her knees on the thick Persian carpet in the middle of the sunlight marked with the shadows of the bars on the windows. She was caged again if only by light. He picked up the bowl of strawberries and pieces of bananas to feed his girl. Piece by piece, he fed her. Her full lips opening, waiting. Her delicate teeth, nibbling, accepting. Small noises of appreciation. All as it should be.

Enough. He put down the bowl. She was worthy.

“We are not yet done, my beautiful Leonora. You did very well last night, but still you hold onto the fantasy of self control.”

She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, he put a finger to her lip, silencing her.

“Wait a moment, girl.”

He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Long lashes swept open revealing her soul through her emerald lenses. Fear. Yes, there was fear. It smelt better than the coffee. She had good reason to fear him; he would take her where she had never even thought possible. There was also excitement. Like peppermint it added a spice to her fear. This was very good. She would be with him on this journey. Arousal, of course. While some smelled of musk, this girl was like a rose; her petals closed, ready to blossom. Wait, what is this? Defiance added the unmistakeable layer of citrus to her mix.

“Last night we played. This morning I will prove to you, beyond any shadow of a doubt, your submission. I can take anything I wish from you, anytime I want. When you submit to me, it will be complete. Do you wish to continue this journey with me?”

He could see her contemplating the implications of his words. “Last night was more pain and more pleasure than I ever have felt before. I’m still flying. Now you want more from me?”

“I want all of you. Nothing held back. You still think you have some control. I will prove you do not. Not with me. Are you willing?”

She looked at him for a long time and he waited. He felt the weight of the responsibility settle on him with her trust. “Yes. Take me, show me.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled. He was not gentle with her. Never that. He arched her head back exposing her throat. His hand closed around her neck, her life blood pulsing strong and fast against his thumb. She whimpered. He pulled her face close to him; sharing her breath as he cut hers off. She closed her eyes and lifted her hands to his chest. He breathed in the scent of her arousal, stronger now, and the defiance wavering. Good. Such a delicate thing, such a temptation.

He resisted and released her throat and she gasped for air. He smiled and pushed her head down to the floor. She automatically crossed her wrists on the floor above her head. She moaned gently as he clipped her wrist cuffs together. Such creamy, steamy flesh. His groin clenched as he caressed her punished ass slowly. She shuddered just a bit at his touch.

His hand on her ass pushed her belly to the ground, till she lay stretched out on the floor. Lovely. A convenient hook on the base of the bed allowed for a short chain to hold her hands. He didn’t need to restrain her, but he liked to see a girl in chains. Besides he was about to push her, hard, and she’ll need the comfort of the chains.

He flipped her over onto her back and gripped her inner thighs, digging his fingers into her soft flesh and spread her. Her scent was overpowering, intoxicating. She cried out as his nails dug deeper into her sensitive skin. He had to taste her. His first lick filled his mouth with her juices. All her flavours mingling, she arched her cunt into his face. She wanted more and he would not disappoint her. He ate her deeply and roughly, his hands holding her legs wide and her hips pinned to the floor. She was moaning loudly now. But this wasn’t about sex. It was about power. His power.

He let up just a moment and she froze, gasping. “Listen girl. You’re not allowed to come until I say. If you do, I’ll flay the skin off your back.”

She writhed in frustration.

He slipped a finger into her cunt. “Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand. I will obey.”

He laughed as he bent to his task again. She would try to obey. He could feel her passion rising. The muscles in her belly clenched and relaxed as he licked. He bit down on her clit holding it in his teeth as she bucked and screamed.

“Please! Oh God, Pleeeeaase! God! Please let me come!”

“No.” He smiled. How he loved to do this. She tried to suppress her climax; she tried to obey his commands. She would fail.

Again he licked and probed with his tongue and his fingers. One finger, two, in and out, twisting stroking. Three fingers now. She clenched and arched her back, trying to get away, trying to get more. Four fingers, stretching her, digging deep into her sweet spot. Such a wet girl. Such an open girl.

“Please, oh God, please! I can’t hold it! Please let me come!” She twisted and bucked again, screaming into the soft morning.

“No, Leonora. You think you can control yourself, then do it. You must not climax. I will beat you harder than you can possibly imagine. Do not release until I say.”

He kept one hand on her clit as he reached into his pocket for his nipple clips. With one hand he pushed the spring opening the iris. He centered the ring over her nipple and released the spring closing the nasty sharp teeth around her sensitive little nub. Her eyes rolled as the pain washed through her. In a moment her other nipple was clipped as well.

He caressed her breasts around the clips, pinching hard in a path down to her belly. Each pinch to her breasts was echoed with another to her clit.

“You are mine, Leonora, all mine.” He laid his hand on her belly, laying claim to her flesh. She whimpered, her strength failing. He slipped his fingers back into her cunt; she was so wet, so desperate. Three fingers, held wide, opening her, spreading her as he reached to taste her again. She was moaning, begging, almost incomprehensible now. Four fingers again, so wet, so rich, so delicious.

His tongue flicked and circled her clit as his hand made the final twist. She screamed her lovely deep strong scream as his whole fist rammed into her open cunt. She climaxed of course. There was no way for her to hold it. She was screaming, crying, writhing as her juices squirted around his fist. With such an obvious, and fluid, proof of her loss of control, he smiled yet again. He slowly withdrew his arm from between her legs.

She was crying, shaking. He wiped his dripping hand across her mouth and pressed it into her belly. She came again, more of an aftershock really, but undeniable. He held her still, his power flowing through his hand like a spike through her center impaling her to the ground. He slowly released her nipples leaving angry deep dents in the puckered flesh. She shuddered and moaned as each one was released.

“Good girl. So was I correct?” He kept his hand lightly on her belly, keeping her grounded.

She licked her lips; her voice was small and soft. “Yes, Sir. I understand now. Will you punish me?”

“Do you want me to beat you?”

She sobbed. “I am yours; you will beat me or not as you wish. Just, please…” her voice broke off in another sob.

“Please what, girl? What are you begging for?” his voice was soft.

“Please don’t leave me, Sir, please. Just don’t leave me like this.”

She was open now, gloriously open, flying, lustrous. She had claimed her submission and offered it in one go. Such was her true power. He was honoured to be the one to open her and he would not abandon her. There may be a time when she would want to move on, but not today.

“Don’t worry, Leonora. Once mine, always mine, and you are most definitely mine.”