Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

He fingered the thick gold choker he’d insisted she wear while she was at the club. A strange look-one of possessiveness, but also sadness-crossed his face before he dragged her against him, wrapping his arms about her.

She’d only had a momentary chance to examine the pendant dangling from the necklace before he’d clasped it around her neck. From what she had been able to see, one side held a circle divided into three swirling parts, but she hadn’t had a chance to examine it close up. “Why’s it so important I wear this anyway? Does it tell everyone else I’m your property or something?”

“It’ll ensure no one else will bother you without my permission,” he grunted. “Just make sure you don’t take it off until you’re off the grounds. In fact, don’t take it off until you’re back at the apartment, all right?”

“Let me guess, if I do, I’ll find myself tied up in a dungeon?” She looked off to the side, thrown off by the heat that flooded her pussy at the image of being at Sam’s mercy. “How about we go to your suite and you work off a little of your concern? I’ll let you tie me up and blindfold me again.”

Sam exhaled quietly and pinched the bridge of his nose for what had to be the fifth time that morning. “You’re just trying to distract me again.”

“Is it working?”

“Yeah.” His gaze flicked to Andy before returning to set firmly on her. “But if I show you my suite, will you promise me you won’t leave the office area once I leave?”

A sense of excitement, of expectation, set her heart racing. “I promise.”

He sighed again then relented and spoke to Andy, “Go tell Thalia we’ll be there in a half hour or so.”

Sam led her back into the atrium then through the double set of stained glass doors and down a wide hallway. More photographs hung on the cream colored walls-more nudes, most were men suckling women’s breasts, but a few were of lips, male or female, licking or kissing engorged cocks. A number were of couples actually copulating. But on the whole she had to admit they were tastefully shot with soft focus and careful composition. Artistic, but not something she would feel comfortable hanging in her front room. However, she wouldn’t object to displaying a few in her bedroom-as long as her mother never came to stay with her.

At the end of the hallway was another pair of stained glass doors. Sam swung them wide, revealing an ornate rotunda at least seventy feet in diameter with a dome rivaling the Capital Building. Three levels of balconies looked down upon a round dais ringed with vases of roses. More of the roses had been artfully woven through an archway over the dais, but they couldn’t disguise a pair of leather cuffs dangling from the centre.

Sam dropped back, letting her explore the room on her own.

Numerous doors opened off each balcony, as well as three arched openings to more corridors. Craning her neck back, Rosie examined the erotic murals decorating the dome that soared high above.

On the far side was a smaller glass-enclosed grotto that jutted into a garden. From what she could see through the numerous plants, water trickled down a rough rock wall at the far side. Entranced, she wandered closer and discovered several benches and padded chairs, some with steel rings or hooks. She fingered one as she remembered Mandy saying she’d missed Sam’s visits to the grotto. It disturbed her to think of Sam playing with other women here.

“Doms attach the subs’ restraints to them depending upon what position they want them in,” Sam said from the doorway. “Would you like to try them out?”

She could picture being tied up to the bench with Sam pounding into her from behind. As long as there was no one around. But yet…the idea of someone watching… Damn, her panties were wet at the idea. Would he think less of her if she said yes? But why should he, considering he founded this place?

Too confused to answer, she moved deeper into the room, following its curving path. At the end, she discovered a window that peered not to the outside, but to another room-from the looks of it, a communal shower.

“There are those who like to watch others bathing. Or being pleasured.” Sam moved behind her and nodded to the far end of the shower room where there was an etched glass wall with holes at various heights. She didn’t need an explanation for what would be done there. Especially with the leather kneeling pads in front of each hole.

Rubbing her arms, she eased past him and walked back to the rotunda. “Do you…do you use that room much?”

“The grotto?”

“No, the shower room.” Why had she asked because she didn’t want to know. She couldn’t bear the thought of his cock being in another woman’s mouth whether others watched or not.

“I prefer to see the woman pleasuring me, not hidden behind a wall. But no, I don’t use this area much. I have my own private suite.”

She fingered the necklace, suddenly wanting to claim ownership of him the way he had of her. “Show me?”

Something flared in his eyes before he banked whatever emotion wanted out. He held out his hand, waiting for her to take it. When she did, he laced their fingers together. “Come with me.”

He led her up the stairs to the top balcony, slowing so she could peer through the open doors. Some rooms were luxurious bedrooms not much different than Sam’s penthouse. Some had X-shaped frames and strange benches, and one had a wrought iron cage like a jail. And almost all of them had mirrors or reflective metal on the walls or the ceilings. A whistling sound followed by a muffled cry came from behind one closed door.

Moving faster, as if he wanted to hurry her past that room, Sam turned right and headed down the last corridor. Bright sunlight streamed through the windows on the right hand side, overlooking a garden where many of the trees and shrubs had been planted to form private areas with more benches. In the centre of the garden was a Japanese style garden with an enclosed pavilion.

On the inner wall, the rooms were further apart than the ones ringing the rotunda. Gold Roman numerals had been mounted on the doors. X. IX. VIII. The founding members’ personal suites. Beneath the numerals were stripes-but the colors varied for each member, some had only one or two colors, most had a half a dozen or more. “Is there a significance to the colors?”

“Yeah, it’s a code that tells you what type of play the member is into.”

She looked at the large V on the door where he’d stopped. So he was Member number five of the dozen. The stripes on his door were a veritable rainbow. “What do they mean?”

“Black means I like to use a singletail or flogger,” he growled. “Do you really want to know this about me?”

“I want to know everything about you.” She ran a finger along the array. “Grey?”

His eyes hooded and he pressed her body until she was flat against the wall. He ground against her so she could feel his erection. “Grey means I’m into bondage-in my case that means tying other people up, not being tied up myself. The other colors mean I enjoy oral sex, I like to use clamps on my partner’s nipples and various other body parts,” his voice grew flatter with each recitation, “and I love fucking not only your pussy but your tight little rosebud ass.” He captured her hand and flattened it over his fly. “And according to my partners, I’ve got a big cock.”

He certainly did.

Her breasts heavy and aching, her nipples taut against his chest, it took an effort to raise her eyes to his. “How about we go inside?”

“You sure you wanna be alone in the private suite of a loco pervertido?”

“I’m sorry about calling you that but I was angry. You were right. I was jealous-I hated the thought that you might choose another woman over me.”