Dominatrixes paraded down the hall with submissives trailing behind them, their leashes pulled tight. Some subs crawled on all fours, their eyes fixed on the ground. Others walked upright, their heads bowed in quiet obedience.
The further we walked, the louder the muffled moans became.
And I was starting to rethink how easily I had followed Jason.
When we reached the end of the hallway, Jason led me down a creaking flight of wooden stairs. At the bottom, I stopped and stared at the room.
Bare brick walls surrounded us, their rough texture lit by the faint, flickering glow of sconces. The dark ceiling seemed to press down, worsening the pit in my stomach, and the smell of sex lingered in the air.
In the farthest corner, a wooden table was laid out with a variety of toys—whips, paddles, cuffs, and other items I didn’t recognize. My cheeks flushed as I realized what they were for.
I blinked in surprise when I saw the chains dangling from a metal pipe jutting down from the ceiling. The room felt raw, undeniably intimate, and my heart raced as Jason turned to face me.
I knew I should have been hesitant, but something inside me propelled my forward steps. I signed on to belong to him, and I didn’t plan on backing out. Anna wouldn’t, would she? She worked as a dominatrix, which was much more interesting than being a Cherry.
Jason gave me a soft smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow.” His eyes met mine and sent my mind whirring. “Trust me.”
I was in his world, and there was no turning back.
“Strip,” he commanded, his touch disappearing from my back.
The word sent a shiver through me, but I obeyed. My hands found the zipper at the back of my dress, and I slid it down, letting the fabric fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side and standing before him in just my silk bra and panties. My arms instinctively rose to cover my chest, but his voice stopped me.
“Arms at your sides,” he ordered, his lips twitching.
I dropped them before I earned a punishment. In a dungeon, there was no telling what would happen. And I wasn’t willing to find out.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I lowered my arms, leaving myself completely exposed to his gaze. My nipples hardened as his attention wandered over my body.
“Good girl,” he said softly, nodding in approval before walking over to the corner table and picking up a small knife.
My breath hitched, and I opened my mouth to protest, but I stopped myself at the last second.
“You won’t be needing this anymore.” He stepped closer, holding the blade carefully and pressing it against the fabric of my bra. The cold steel sent a shock through me, along with a thrill I hadn’t expected. With one motion, he cut through the strap, and the bra fell away, leaving my chest bare.
The knife didn’t leave my body. Instead, Jason let the flat edge trail down my chest.
I locked eyes with him, searching for reassurance. His gaze held mine, reminding me that I was safe. The panic swelling at the edges of my thoughts started to fade, replaced by a belief that he wouldn’t let anything hurt me.
Jason let the knife drift lower, testing me.
But I wasn’t giving up.
“Interesting,” he murmured, as if I had surprised him somehow.
The corner of his mouth tugged upward, and I felt my stomach flip. Even with the blade between us, I felt safe—more than safe. I felt alive, completely aware of the anticipation coursing through my body.
My breath hitched when his hand moved lower, pressing firmly against the damp fabric of my panties. A soft whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I bit down on my bottom lip, struggling to keep my composure.
His touch was deliberate, teasing, and sent ripples of heat through my entire body.
Clouds of desire derailed my train of thought.
Without a word, Jason sliced through the remaining fabric, letting the pieces fall to the floor. The cool air kissed my skin.
Jason’s smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over my most sensitive spot. “We haven’t even started, and you’re already so wet,” he murmured.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat as his hand slid over my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk.
