Sold to the mafia

Katia

My heart’s racing as I press my cheek against the floor, the bass of the club music thrumming against my body. As I lie there in submission, I sense several men walk around me, causing the skin on my neck to prickle. They’re watching me, almost taunting me. But I dare not move. I don’t belong to them, and I’ll stay like this until my Master says I can move. To do anything else would be disrespectful. He saw me coming over. I know he did. When his eyes met mine, I felt the same shock, the same awe I felt yesterday.

My heart pounds in tandem with the heavy beat of the music, my limbs trembling with anticipation. I can’t wait to serve him. To please him.

I hope he doesn’t make me wait long. I feel insecure without his collar, without his mark on me.

I’m ready to give him more. I shiver as I wait for him to come to me, my mind on the displeasure he must feel that I didn’t submit to him yesterday. My heart skips a beat as I wonder, What if he’s pissed off and doesn’t want me tonight? It could be his first punishment, his first lesson for me.

But he told me to come. And so I did. And I’ll obey. I’ll do anything he wants me to do to please him. Even if he doesn’t want me tonight, I’ll do as he says. I need him. I want him as my Master. And I’ll do anything to show him that I’m willing to obey.

My eyes pop open and my body tenses as his strong hand cups the back of my head, sending sparks down my neck and back. “Look at me, kitten,” his deep voice growls over the bass of the music.

Chest heaving, I look up into those gorgeous green eyes as he brings his full lips against mine and parts the seam of my lips with his tongue. I deepen the kiss, loving his possession of me. How he didn’t hesitate to take me. He pulls away before I’ve had enough, leaving me breathless. I instantly crave his lips back on mine, but I don’t say anything. I’ll take what he’s willing to give me.

“Do you remember my name?” he asks after he pulls me up off the ground and steadies me.

“Isaac,” I answer immediately, almost panting. My heart sinks at the flash of disappointment in his eyes. Fuck! He wanted me to say Master. How stupid am I? I’ve disappointed him already. Worry flows through my chest as doubt sets in. Maybe I was never a good slave, and this will end up being a major disappointment, leaving me with a broken heart.

Isaac splays his hand on my back and cups my chin, bringing my focus back on his masked face. “What are you thinking?” His tone is harsh, and I can sense his irritation. I’m already fucking up.

“I’m not being a good Slave for you,” I say weakly, my voice nearly cracking and my body trembling. I’m afraid of failure.

I feel so hot, so vulnerable. The excitement is gone, and fear is very much present.

Isaac squeezes my chin and his words come out strong, but soft. “You are perfect for me. And I will not have you think otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I answer obediently, and the word almost slips out. Master. I want him, so badly. But I can’t push myself to say it. So long the title belonged to someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve it.

He stares at me for a moment, his magnificent green eyes searching my face before nodding and leading me down the hallway and into the ballroom.

I have to keep my jaw from dropping as we enter the large room.

The vibe of the club is so much different today than it was yesterday.

The thick curtains to the stage are open tonight, with scantily-clad dancing women and gilded cages swinging from the ceiling. There are women in each cage, dressed in those same beautiful gowns as before, some even in bondage gear gyrating, twirling and dancing within the few square feet of room on the floors of the cages.

Some of the women are even in the acts of masturbation, their cries and moan overlaying the soft beats of the rhythmic music being played as powerful men watch from the tables below. My eyes widen, and my heart beats faster at the realization. I don’t get time to marvel at the incredible scene in front of me because Isaac continues on through the ballroom and down the hallway and past the playrooms.

My heart begins to race frantically as I follow him. Is he taking me to the dungeon? A feeling of pure panic surges through me and I almost pull away. I pause for a moment, almost hyperventilating, but scurry forward when Isaac turns a raised eyebrow onto me. I will obey him.

Placing a hand over my throat, I try to calm my rapid pulse and chaotic emotions. I don’t know if I can handle the dungeon right now, but I’m willing to take whatever punishment Isaac deems necessary. If he’s taking me there, it’s because of a greater good. I have to believe that. Trust and submission are key to this relationship. I have to obey even when I don’t want to, trust even when I have doubts.

We reach another long hallway that’s dimly lit with shades of dark red. I can hardly see, and move closer to Isaac as he leads me through the darkened corridor. Up and down the hallway, there are men in suits who look like the fucking Secret Service, guarding the doors we pass.

I feel their eyes on me as we walk by and a shiver goes up and down my spine, but I keep my eyes straight ahead. We reach large double doors that are manned by a single guard at the end of the hallway. The guard gives a nod to Isaac, and my cheeks burn as he turns his gaze on me. I don’t drop my head, refusing to be ashamed. I know it would displease Isaac. I know he wants me to be proud that he’s taken me as a Slave.

Isaac pushes the double doors gently and they easily swing open, revealing the room within. My breath catches in my throat as I step into pure opulence. The luxurious room is awash in vibrant neutral colors, grey and mauve. Even the ceiling is sumptuous, draped with panels of dark grey silk fabric and adorned with a gorgeous crystal bubble chandelier. Resting on plush, but shaggy grey carpet, a California king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with velvet grey throw pillows and a matching silk tufted comforter. The headboard is also covered in grey velvet and rises all the way to the ceiling, taking my breath away.

It’s absolutely breathtaking. I’ve never seen anything like this bed. Or this room. Two glass nightstands sit on either side of the bed, and a swivel chair sits off to the left side. The wall has an abstract painting on it and there’s a glass door that leads out to somewhere dark. But the most exciting thing is the gorgeous glass cabinet. Filled with whips, chains and other tools and toys meant for both punishment and reward, it makes my skin heat with desire.

Isaac pulls the double doors shut behind us and the room plunges into silence. The faint beat of the music vanishes instantly. My skin pricks as I wait for his command, my heart racing. He doesn’t give me one. Instead, he grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the bed, bidding me to sit down. My heart beats faster and faster with every second that passes. Somewhere in the mix of my awe and desire is fear. But I’m safe here. I trust Madam Lynn. In this club, I am safe.

The plush bed creaks slightly as my weight settles onto it, and I almost moan at the soft caress of the lush material against my ass. I suck in a breath as Isaac remains standing, my eyes on the massive hard-on pressing against his pants. My mouth waters as I remember him forcing his massive cock down my throat and my pussy heats with need, my nipples turning hard as fucking stone. Isaac watches my eyes with amusement.

He must know how hungry I am; how much I want him. I hope he knows there’s more to it than that. I want to please him. Badly. I wait for him to give me a command, but disappointment flows through me as he walks over to the side of the bed and reaches down. He walks back over with a beautiful bag with satin handles in his hands and sets it down beside me. I resist the urge to look at it. I know he wants me to only have eyes for him, and to always give him my full attention. I need permission first. Always.

“May I?” I ask, looking up at him questioningly.

His beautiful green eyes watch me closely. “Yes.”

“I missed your touch,” I blurt out. I don’t know why the words slip out, and I hate it the moment they do. It’s the same words I used to tell Master C. The thought of it causes my blood to chill, and it’s an effort not to show my disgust with myself.

Isaac’s strong hand cups the nape of my neck and he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I melt into him, reeling under the force of his powerful lips. It’s a passionate kiss, one that makes me forget the pain summoned by thinking about my past. Just when I think the kiss is going to lead to something more, Isaac breaks away, resting his forehead against mine.

I swallow the disappointment that follows, knowing that I must accept what he gives, even if it’s not as much as I want. “You think of me and only me when I’m with you,” Isaac says firmly. “I don’t care what is on your mind. Only I matter. Only pleasing me matters. Fuck everyone else. Do I make myself clear?”

My heart nearly jumps from my chest. He’s right. He’s the only thing that matters. I know better. But I’m worried I’m going to keep disappointing him. “Yes, Master,” I say. Shock runs through me as I say the words. I hadn’t planned on saying the title; I don’t know if I’m ready. But too late now.

Without warning, Isaac pushes his hands between my legs and up my dress roughly, shoving me back onto the bed. I fall back onto the velvet pillows, my head coming dangerously close to slamming against the headboard as Isaac exposes my glistening sex and ruthlessly shoves his fingers inside of my pussy, causing me to gasp out.

“Say it again,” Isaac demands, his voice hoarse, but filled with both authority and desire.

I arch my back, my walls clenching around his fingers, wet sounds filling my ears as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy like a mad man, forcing my arousal to pool down my thigh and all over his fingers. My body ignites with passion and pleasure. My limbs stiffen with an impending orgasm. “Master!” I cry, my voice filled with aching pleasure. I’m already close to climax, my core heating up like a fucking furnace, my stomach twisting into tight knots.

Isaac is obviously pleased by my obedience and he picks up the pace of his punishing fingering, and kisses along my jawline, his strong body lying against mine, forcing me to be still and take everything he gives me. I blush as I know the guard outside must be hearing the sounds of my pleasure, but I don’t care.

“Good girl, cum freely.” His rough voice sends a chill of desire through my body. “Cum for your Master.” Isaac lowers his head and bites down on my hardened nipple with a stinging force as he continues to assault my pussy. It’s more than I can bear. It’s what takes me over the edge, and rewards me my release.

Throwing back my head, I cry out as thousands of shockwaves blast through my body. My limbs jolt with each spasm of my pussy around his fingers. My breathing stills, and my body feels paralyzed with the intensity. When it’s all over and he finally pulls away from me, I lie still. Waiting for him to command me. I settle back onto the bed, lying limp with a shuddering sigh as Isaac walks over to get a small hand towel off one of the dressers where they’re neatly stacked. He smiles down at me as he wipes gently between my thighs, the rough texture sending a residual wave of pleasure through me, though there are still fluid spots all over the bedding.

When he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and sits next to me, petting my hair and comforting me.

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My pulse spikes with fear. Had I done something wrong? “I don’t understand.”

He lifts me into a seated position in his lap, calming me. I’m exhausted and I lean against him slightly, although I pay close attention to his reaction, in case that’s not what he wants.

“I want you in my home,” Isaac clarifies, filling me with slight relief. “I have a room ready for you there. But I need your complete submission.” Isaac reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of folded paper. “You need to read these now and you’ll tell me if you find them acceptable to follow.”

What’s this?

My heart racing, I slowly take the folded piece of paper from his hand and open it, my eyes hungrily devouring every single word on the neatly creased paper.

RULES

1. You will wear my chain. Always. In and out of the club with pride, signifying my ownership of you.

2. You will not allow anyone to touch it, and you will also not touch the chain.

3. When we are apart, you will write my name on a body part of my choosing. You attire and the place of my name will be decided by me and sent to you the night before.

4. You will stay with me when you’re able. Conditions may be discussed.

5. You will serve, obey, and please your Master. And you will never show disrespect for your Master.

6. You will worship my body, and I will worship yours in return.

7. To receive pleasure, you must earn it.

8. You will trust me in all things.

9. You will not hesitate when responding to me, and you will be specific in your speech.

10. You will thank me for your discipline and punishments as much as your rewards.

11. You will always be in submission to your Master.

12. All of your choices will be based on whether or not they will please me.

13. Your eyes will never be cast down, and your head never bowed. You represent me, and you will demand respect.

14. You will keep your sex shaved and never wear undergarments. In my presence, your sex and ass will be available to me at all times. As well as your mouth.

15. All of your worries and fears will be the burden of your Master.

16. You will not hesitate to obey your Master.

17. You will always be ready to please your Master.

18. You are my greatest treasure, and your trust in me will not be taken for granted.

19. You will never reach an orgasm without explicit permission given. Should you do so, you will be swiftly and severely punished. I own your pleasure.

20. Through discipline and reward you will learn to behave properly and become a better slave for your Master.

21. You are allowed to suggest ways to further your training or your preferences, so long as you address your Master properly.

22. You must always respond both physically and verbally to whatever I choose to do with you. Your expressions are important to me, and you will not hide them.

23. If you choose to be marked by your Master, you will never tighten your body when you are being whipped, caned, cropped, slapped, paddled, belted, spanked, or anally or vaginally fucked. I want to see your flesh squirm and when you tighten your body, it hurts more. You will be proud to wear the marks I give you.

24. You will not be shared at any time, and you will not offer yourself sexually in any way to anyone else.

25. In my bondage, you will be made free. In submission you will find your true self.

The words burn into my memory as I look up from the paper at Isaac. I expected some of the rules and they’re easy to agree with, but I wasn’t expecting a list this long. As far as I’m concerned, there is only one rule. Obey my Master. I look back down at the paper and consider each one with careful diligence.

Isaac is staring at me, his green eyes boring into me with intensity, as if waiting for me to protest. “Understand that the only relationship I want with you is one in which these rules are followed. Some issues may be negotiable, but others are not.”

Unconsciously, I bring my hand to my throat, my fingers trailing my scars. This all feels so real. I try to swallow but a lump grows in my throat, it’s painful and threatening to suffocate me.

Isaac’s next words causes my blood to turn to ice. “I have a contract for you to sign.” I already signed so many, but I know this one will be different. One where I agree to be his Slave. It won’t just be something I can do as I please. Coming into the club when I want to play.

My heart skips a beat as anxiety washes over me. I want this. I know I do… but I don’t know if I can allow this. I part my lips to speak, but no words come out. I didn’t anticipate this happening so quickly.

“You can walk away at any time without fear of losing me as your Master.” Isaac rests his hand gently on my thigh as the paper crinkles in my hand.

I want to take solace in his words, but it’s difficult. “I was a Slave before,” I nearly whisper.

Isaac nods. “I know you were trained in some ways, but I have different tastes and preferences. I think that should be clear from some of the rules.”

“It is,” I say. I certainly could never look at my other Master without bowing. I couldn’t look him in the eyes without permission. I learned those rules the hard way. They were never written out, nothing ever was. Nor was I able to demand respect from others. I was to act like I was nothing. Because I was nothing. It’s hard to breathe as I compare the two. Isaac is not at all like my previous Master. Shame and guilt flow through me. The memories of what I went through consume me, the same chill and fear take over. “I can’t,” I blurt out, standing up quickly and nearly falling off the bed. I need to get out of here. I feel lightheaded and I need air. I can’t breathe.

Isaac places a hand on my shoulder and another on my hip, bracing me, steadying me from falling. He can tell that I’m not alright, and he’s not pressing me. I’m grateful.

“Shh, you’re with me, kitten,” he shushes me. Calming me, but I still can’t breathe.

“Bathroom, please.”

“Of course,” he says and leads me out of the room, the men watching us as he takes me to a private bathroom in the hall. I grip onto his hands as he tries to leave me, not ready to let go.

“I’m here. I’ll be here when you get back. I promise you, it’s alright.”

Slowly, I leave his side and concentrate on the click of my heels on the tiled floor and taking one breath at a time.

Inside, I slump against the sink, bowing my head, my mind racing with panic. Slowly the sound of the blood rushing in my ears is replaced by the dull hum of the music I heard when I first walked in. I’m safe here. I’m safe.

I whisper the words to Fire and Ice over and over again. Slowly, my pulse calms, my vision clears. I blink away the flashes of memories and look at the woman staring back at me.

I’m strong. I’m healthy. I’m healed.

Healed? I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. I’m unsure about everything. Sucking in a deep breath, I turn on the faucet, letting the cool water wash over my heated skin and greedily drinking some of it to soothe my dried, aching throat. The sound of the door opening causes me to jump, but I relax just as quickly as Madam Lynn walks in, her vibrant red heels clicking against the floor.

She walks directly over to me, her eyes wide with concern. “Are you alright, Katia?” she asks me gently, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I turn off the faucet, concentrating on the sound. My lower lip trembles as I answer her honestly. “I don’t know… I’m trying.” I let out a ragged sigh, feeling tears sting the back of my eyes, but I don’t cry. “It’s hard to let go and to trust that everything is going to be okay.” Despite my confusion, I know I still want Isaac as my Master. All of him. But I can’t submit so much power and control so quickly. I can’t do it. I won’t. I’m just worried that he won’t be able to wait for me, that he might think I’m too broken to fix. But I won’t do it. Not yet.

“This is about your Master?” she asks me. “Is he even your Master?”

“I don’t know.” Again I answer honestly, and it pains me as I realize he isn’t. A Master needs control in all things. “No, he’s not.”

“Do you want him to be?” she asks in a comforting voice.

“Yes,” I answer quickly. “I’m afraid I can’t submit right now though.” I have to close my eyes and push the emotions down. I know I can’t fully submit to him, even though I want him. I want him as my Master. But I just can’t.

“And you’re afraid he won’t wait for you?”

I nod my head, brushing the bastard tears away from my heated cheeks as I whisper in a choked voice, “Yes.”

Madam Lynn is eyeing me with cool compassion as her words pull me out of my reverie. “Something tells me that he’d do anything to have you, Katia. So don’t underestimate the power you have in this relationship.” She rubs her hand down my back as I try to pull myself together. “Be honest with him, and what you want will come to you. I promise you.” She lets her words sink in before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

God, I hope she’s right.