10 Nights (26 page)

“What worries me is there might not be much of YOU left when these
ten nights are over. Look at what he’s done to you already.” Janie really
didn’t enjoy seeing her headstrong friend weakened by a man. She enjoyed being
a submissive, and had for years, but it wasn’t a defining characteristic of her
life; David knew she only liked him to be in control in the bedroom, in all
other aspects of their life they were partners. Leah was unlikely to have that
opportunity with Rhett, for him the lifestyle was everything.

“I’m a big girl, Janie.” Leah grinned in an effort to lighten the
mood now that her decision was made. “I’ll be fine.”

“I hope you’re right, hon, I’d hate to have to open up a can of
whoop ass on Rhett Hammond’s ass.” Shaking her head she knew it was a waste of
time to argue with her friend. When Leah made up her mind about something she
rarely budged; at least that part of her friend’s attitude was still intact, she
thought.

Their talking out of the way they enjoyed the rest of their morning
at the beach, relaxing under the sun as they alternated between tanning
themselves and swimming in the surf. When lunchtime arrived they returned to
the hotel and ordered from room service, enjoying their food on the veranda,
where they could continue to tan themselves.

They rested for a while after lunch, enjoying the sun on the veranda
and then they went shopping. Leah wasn’t too bothered about shopping, she had
nothing she wanted to buy, but Janie was determined to spend some money so they
went down to the shops.

By the time Rhett returned to their suite that evening Leah was in a
much better frame of mind. She had gone to the boutiques with Janie, intending
only to keep her friend company while she spent David’s money, After going back
a couple of times to admire a diamond and ruby pendant with a white-gold chain,
she her allowed her friend to persuade her to buy it on Rhett’s credit card.

Rhett entered the suite that evening carrying a dozen long stemmed
white roses, which he hoped would go some way to convincing Leah that he was
sorry about what had happened the previous night. He didn’t get a chance to say
anything however, the moment he walked through the door he stopped dead, frozen
by the sight before him.

Leah stood in the middle of the room, dressed in a black mini-dress
that barely covered her ass and wearing five inch heels. The heels made her
legs look miles long and he couldn’t help admiring them, running his eyes up
their newly tanned lengths to the hem of the mini-dress.

“Damn you’re beautiful babe,” he said when he was finally able to
unfreeze his tongue. His eyes moved further up her body, pausing briefly when
he noticed the pendant around her neck. “Is that new?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, I bought it this afternoon, I hope that is alright.”

“Of course, sweetheart, you can buy anything you like. You have good
taste; it’s beautiful, though not as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you, Sir. How were your meetings?” she asked. Moving
carefully, because she was unused to wearing such high heels, Leah approached
Rhett to take the roses from him.

“I’ll have to show you how good it was tomorrow,” Rhett said,
holding out the roses; now that he could see Leah was no longer holding a grudge
his mood was much lighter. “We just acquired a new beachfront property.”

“I can’t wait to see it, Sir,” Leah said, accepting the roses with a
smile.

Following Leah into the kitchen Rhett wrapped his arms around her
waist as she took out a vase and filled it water. All day he had worried about
how she would be when he got back to the suite; he was greatly relieved to see
that she was in a much better mood. Several times he had been on the verge of
calling off his plans for that night, each time he had stopped himself with his
hand on the phone.

With the roses in water Leah turned around in Rhett’s arms and put
her own around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes she
breathed in the scent of his cologne, knowing that whatever happened between
them she would remember that scent for the rest of her life.

As he held her Rhett softly caressed her back, loving the feel of
her in his arms. “I want to stay here with you like this all night, sweetheart,
but we have somewhere we need to be.”

Leah forced herself not to tense up at his words. She had decided
during the day that she would put the previous night behind her, and not think
of it again, and she was determined to do that. She had also decided that she
was going to go through with the remaining nights, whatever happened. “I’m
ready when you are, Sir.” She hoped her voice sounded as light and carefree as
she intended it to be.

Rhett was pleased to see that Leah’s entire attitude had changed
since the events of the night before. “In that case, my beautiful girl, let’s
get the hell out of here.” He was wearing his business suit, but tonight wasn’t
really about him, it was about her, so his clothes didn’t matter.

On the way out of the suite Leah told herself that whatever happened
that night she would deal with it, and would not feel guilty afterwards. She
only had a few more days before the ten nights were over, and she was
determined that whatever happened she would have memories to keep for the rest
of her life.

Rhett kept his arm around Leah’s waist as they walked out of the
hotel and made their way down to the dock. Like the night before a speedboat
was waiting for them and they settled into the back of it as the driver started
the engine and they took off across the water.

While the boat raced away into the sunset Rhett pulled Leah into his
arms, holding her tight. Tonight would be a positive experience for her, he
hoped, he was sure it wouldn’t be a negative one. Most of the submissives he
had trained loved this night out of the ten since it gave them a different
perspective on the lifestyle.

17

Control

When they reached the
mainland, which took them just over half an hour in the speedboat, they climbed
into the limousine that was waiting for them. The drive from where they docked
was not a long one and soon enough they pulled up in front of a beach house
that was so lovely it made Leah gasp.

Her hands trembled as
they ascended the few steps that led to the front door. She had no idea what
Rhett had planned and the lack of knowledge made her a little nervous;
unconsciously she grabbed his hand and squeezed it as the door opened.

An elegant woman
dressed in a full leather bodysuit answered the door. She smiled at them warmly
and stood on tiptoe to kiss Rhett’s cheek. “It has been much too long, Rhett, I
have missed your company.”

Rhett chuckled. “We
have all missed you at the dungeon, Dominique; you need to visit Chicago more
often.”

Seeing the easy way the
beautiful woman was with Rhett, Leah felt a sudden urge to scratch her eyes out.
She ran her eyes over the woman, searching for some flaw to make her feel
better; she couldn’t find any. Dominique was around 5’9”, and the leather cat
suit she was plastered into showed off every luscious curve she had,
accentuating her perfect body.

“This must be your
little pet.” Dominique’s eyes roamed over the petite woman at Rhett’s side,
inspecting her with cool brown eyes. “She’s absolutely charming; I know Travon
will enjoy this treat.” She stood back to allow her guests to enter. “Travon,
we are waiting for you,” she called out impatiently.

Leah took a step back
as handsome man, wearing nothing but a black collar around his neck, moved into
the room. His cocoa colored skin was flawless, while his chocolate colored eyes
were fringed by the longest and darkest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. Though
he wasn’t as muscled as Rhett his abs were impressively chiseled; she didn’t
look any lower than that, having no desire to make any other comparisons
between the two men.

After last night, the
presence of a strange man made her think of only one thing, and the thought
made her want to bolt.

“Could we please have a
moment, Dominique?” Rhett knew exactly what Leah was thinking as she stepped
back away from the strange man, and wanted to reassure her.

“Of course, we’ll be
waiting in the black room, join us when you’re ready.” Smiling at her friend’s
lady she hooked her finger in the silver hoop on Travon’s collar and led him
away.

“You agreed, Sir.” Leah
felt her heart race, and knew she would use her safe word and end everything,
rather than endure another night like the previous evening. How could he do
this to her? She wondered.

“Calm down, Leah; this
is not what you think it is. I should punish you for thinking I would go back
on my word,” he said, a smile on his face to tell her he wasn’t about to do
that. “I’m going to be lenient tonight and trust that you won’t allow that to
happen again; punishing you now would defeat the purpose of tonight.” He took
her by the chin and gently lifted her face until her eyes met his. “Travon is
your slave tonight, my dear. Dominique has graciously consented to allow you
the use of him this evening.”

Leah was floored by his
words and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What was she
supposed to do with a slave? She didn’t have the first clue. “Sir, I’m afraid
I’m completely lost here.”

Rhett decided to ignore
the fact that she didn’t apologize for not trusting him, it wasn’t worth making
an issue out of right then. “That’s why we are here with Dominique,” he told
her. “She is going to provide a demonstration, so you will understand a
different side of the coin, so to speak. There is more to this lifestyle than
you have seen so far, that is what this night is about.

“Now, if you’re
comfortable with that, I don’t think we should keep Dominique and Travon
waiting any longer.”

“I’m ready, and Sir,
I’m sorry I freaked out.” She felt like an idiot after hearing what they were
really there for.

“Just don’t let it
happen again, sweetheart.” Taking her hand he led her through the house to the
black room. Though Dominique’s dungeon was not as large as his, it was just as
nice, and he noted a few additions since the last time he’d been there.

Leah was shocked to
find the dungeon, or rather a living area turned into a dungeon, so readily on
display. At Rhett’s home the dungeon was where a dungeon was supposed to be,
out of sight below ground. She could only assume that anyone who visited the
house was aware of, and accepting of, Dominique’s lifestyle.

After overcoming her
surprise at finding the dungeon in such an unexpected place, Leah focused her
attention on Dominique and Travon. Travon was chained to a suspension bar by
his wrists, and Leah watched, fascinated, as Dominique massaged his smooth
skin. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be the one with all
the power.

“I thought I would warm
him up a little, before we allow your pet to try her hand.” Dominique winked at
them and continued to massage Travon’s skin.

“Try my hand?” Leah
whispered nervously to Rhett. “What exactly am I supposed to try my hand at,
Sir?”

Rhett chuckled at her
worried expression. “Just watch, sweetheart.” His arm wrapped around her waist
as they stood back far enough to let Dominique work.

Leah continued to
watch, fascinated, as Dominique finished her massage and began flogging the
beautiful man tied up before her. With each fall of the leather strands his
muscles danced and he moaned softly; the sound filled Leah with strange warmth
she found difficult to understand.

Rhett watched her
expression and smiled, pleased by it. Moving behind her he wrapped his arms
around her waist and lowered his head to her ear. “How does it make you feel to
watch him being controlled?”

“It’s beautiful, Sir,”
she whispered softly. She could tell Travon was suffering no pain, she wasn’t
sure she would have enjoyed watching it so much if he had been in pain; in fact
it was clear that he was enjoying being flogged.

Looking over Dominique
smiled at the expression on Leah’s face and motioned her forward. “Come, pet,
take your turn.” She smiled, waiting patiently for her friend’s sub to join
her.

Leah looked to Rhett,
who nodded, and nervously made her way over to the woman. She accepted the
flogger, holding it awkwardly. “I don’t know how to use this,” she said softly,
her eyes on the object in her hand. Though she had seen one before, and had it
used on her by Rhett, she had no idea how to handle it.

“That’s why you are
here, so I can teach you.” Dominique said patiently. “Don’t worry, I won’t
allow you to hurt my pet. We will start with slow figure of eight movements.”
Taking hold of Leah’s hand she guided her as she traced the flogger through the
air. “Now, dear one,” she said when Leah had the movement correct, “use the
same motion against his flesh.” She kept her voice low to avoid making her
nervous.

Biting her lip Leah
stepped closer to Travon and flicked her wrist. It was the barest of movements;
just enough for the flogger in her hand to find contact with the submissive’s
flesh.

Laughing softly
Dominique spoke. “A little more force dear, you won’t break him.”

The laugher made Leah’s
cheeks burn in embarrassment and she tried again, with a little more force. For
reasons she couldn’t understand the knowledge that she was the one who decided
whether Travon felt pleasure or pain gave her a heady feeling. Raising the
flogger once more she brought it down again, and then again, allowing her
strokes to gain in strength until a soft moan reached her ears, bringing a
smile to her lips.

After several minutes
Leah found her confidence rising; she wasn’t proficient with the flogger but
she was improving. Smiling she allowed her pace to quicken, bringing the
leather thongs down on Travon’s back with greater force.

“I do believe your pet
enjoys this, Rhett,” Dominique said with a laugh. “You may have to start
sharing your role with her.”

“I think we should move
on to another exercise before I find out just how much she enjoys it.” Rhett
enjoyed watching Leah with Travon but there were other things she could do with
him, and he wanted to see that as well. He resolved to find a nice submissive
when they got back to Chicago, if she wanted to practice more in the future.

“Pet, you’ve done very
well for your first time, but it’s time for us to explore something different.”
Dominique smiled warmly at Leah.

Leah’s cheeks were
filled with color at the compliment. “Thank you, Mistress, I enjoyed that.” She
was surprised by how much she had enjoyed flogging the man and only reluctantly
returned the flogger to Dominique before rejoining Rhett, an embarrassed grin
on her lips.

“So my little girl
loves dishing it out, I will have to remember that.” Rhett chuckled at her
blush. “I am pleased you are enjoying yourself, sweetheart.” He wrapped his
hand around her waist and leaned down to kiss his cheek. After last night he
was pleased to see he had made the right decision in selecting what they should
do.

With the flogging
finished Dominique released Travon, who knelt at her feet. She stroked his
shaved head briefly but then motioned toward Leah. “You should be kneeling at
her feet, she is your Mistress tonight,” she told him.

Travon immediately
crawled over to Leah, assuming the position he had so recently taken at
Dominique’s feet. He and Dominique had been together for more than five years,
and during that time they had trained many people in the lifestyle, showing
them both sides of it. They enjoyed each other, and enjoyed training others.

Leah smiled nervously
down at Travon, not sure what she should do. Was she supposed to stroke his head,
she wondered, lowering her hand to pat him awkwardly. The whole pet thing was
strange to her, and she was glad that Rhett didn’t treat her that way; though
it didn’t seem to bother Travon she didn’t think she would have liked being
treated like a dog or some other animal.

“Thank you, Mistress.”
Travon kept his eyes lowered as she spoke meekly to Leah.

Leah lowered surprised
eyes to him, not having expected him to say anything. “Um, you’re welcome.” She
glanced at Rhett, not sure what she was supposed to do.

“He is thanking you for
flogging him, sweetheart.” Rhett smiled for a moment before speaking again.
“What else would you like to do to him, or have him do to you?”

The question stunned
Leah, controlling a slave was a new experience for her. “Honestly, Sir, I have
no idea.” She bit her lip, hoping she wasn’t going to be asked to come up with
one.

“Most women dream of
having a man at their command, my dear.” Dominique laughed warmly. “He is yours
to do whatever you wish with.”

Looking from Rhett to
Dominique Leah realized they were both waiting for her to come up with
something, to give a command to Travon, but her mind was drawing a complete
blank. “Sir, I truly don’t have a clue what to do with him.” She felt her
cheeks burn as both Rhett and Dominique laughed.

“It is clear that being
a dominant is not in your sights right now, sweetheart,” Rhett said. “That’s
fine, I prefer you as my submissive.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged
her tight, seeing how embarrassed she was. “Dominique, I believe we will just
be watching this evening, if that is okay with you?”

“Of course that is
fine, pet, if you see something you would like to attempt, just let me know.”
Snapping her fingers Dominique summoned Travon, who crawled back over to kneel
at her feet.

Leading Leah to an
oversized cushioned chair Rhett sat down and pulled her into his lap. “Now you
can watch how she plays with him. I think you will enjoy some of this.”

Dominique walked over
to a small closet and pulled out a tray before joining them. “My pet and I
enjoy playing with needles; perhaps your pet will enjoy our demonstration.”

Leah’s eyes widened and
she looked on in shock as Dominique placed dozens of needles in an intricate
pattern down Travon’s back. She flinched as each needle pierced the skin; she’d
never been particularly fond of needles and what was being done to Travon
looked painful.

“Would you like to try
this one night, sweetheart?” Rhett whispered for Leah’s ears only.

She shook her head no
rapidly, thinking being a pin cushion really didn’t seem like fun. “No, Sir,
thank you.”

He chuckled softly,
knowing that she would almost certainly enjoy it if she just allowed herself to
relax and surrender to him. “Hmmm, we’ll have to see about that one day. I
think you’d enjoy it, if you gave it a chance.” He chuckled louder as she
stiffened in his lap.

Dominique removed the
thin needles and swabbed over Travon’s skin with a light antiseptic. “My pet
actually requested this when we first began playing together. It was a few
years before I felt comfortable enough to do it however,” she told Leah. “If
you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”