10 Nights (3 page)

"You didn't answer
my question." He was getting impatient. He wanted to play and his body was
demanding she be his toy.

"It's, well, um,
it's unusual." She lowered her eyes to her feet, not sure how to explain
what being in that room made her feel.

"Have you ever
seen a dungeon before?" He knew the answer before she said anything, it
was obvious she had never been anywhere like his dungeon in her life and he was
overcome with disappointment; she obviously wasn't going to be joining him as
his pet that night.

"No, b-but I think
I'd like to w-watch again." She had no idea why she admitted that to him,
or why she’d stuttered, but she figured there was nothing else for her to lose;
she’d already made a complete fool of herself by crying all over his shirt.

"So you enjoyed
what you saw?" If the girl was interested, he was more than happy to tutor
her, he thought with a smile of anticipation. 

"Y-yes.
N-no." She looked up at him, more confused than she could remember being.
“Maybe.” His eyes were so inviting, she wondered what it would feel like to
stare into those depths all night.

"Maybe we should
go take another look, just to be sure." He winked at her and held out his
hand. He was a little surprised when she put her trembling hand in his but he
smiled. If she enjoyed the view tonight, he had plans to invite her back, and
if she didn't, well that would just be that, he thought to himself. The thought
of her not enjoying herself didn't sit well with him at all.

The atmosphere in the
dungeon had sunk into sensual darkness as she followed him back downstairs. 
She glanced around at the couples who were making love in various positions;
the sounds of orgasm that flowed around the room made her shiver with
anticipation. Her eyes found Janie and she bit hard on her lip to stop a gasp
as she watched her friend. 

Rhett led Leah over to
the couch and sat beside her, gauging her reaction as she watched her friend.
Janie had been chained to the St. Andrews cross and was being fucked forcefully
with a vibrator. He took in how Leah crossed her legs and squirmed visibly in
her seat, and smiled, knowing that the scene was turning her on. His smile
widened as her small hands grasped the couch and her nails dug into the
leather.

"Do you wish you
were her?" He leaned over and whispered the question quietly in her ear.

Turning her shocked
gaze to him she realized their lips were scant inches apart; unconsciously she
wet hers. Her breath caught in her throat and she opened her mouth, but again
she was rendered speechless.

"I could see you
up there, spread-eagled, your tight little ass begging to be spanked." He
enjoyed the emotions that crossed her face, and the slight trembling of her
lips.  His hand lifted and his fingers moved over her lips.  "I could also
see you down on your knees, using that pretty little mouth for what it was made
for." His index finger traced the texture of her lips, making her gasp.

Applying a touch of
pressure he slid his finger between her lips, making her eyes widen at the
invasion. Without thought she closed her lips around his finger and her tongue
swirled over the long digit. The salty-sweet taste of him made her moan
softly.  He pushed his finger in deeper and then slowly withdrew it until just
the tip remained; instinctively she sucked on it in an effort to prevent its
departure.

He felt his cock
lengthen and reluctantly pulled his finger from her lips. "Watch the show,
princess," he told her, sitting back; he needed to get his body under
control, if he didn’t he wasn’t going to be able to resist the urge to strip
her dress off and bend her sexy little ass over the couch. He wasn't sure she
was ready to be put on display publicly and that thought was enough to cool his
ardor, for the moment at least.

Blushing deeply she
stared at him, confused, as her heart raced wildly. Mortified she turned away,
her eyes moving to the scenes surrounding her as she tried to calm herself. Her
body ached with unfilled desire as the sounds of passion swept over her.
Without understanding why, she felt jealous of the women enjoying such
pleasure. She swallowed convulsively as the sounds continued and clasped her
hands together tightly in her lap in an effort to stop her body trembling.

Her breath was escaping
in short little pants when she turned back to look at Rhett.  The longing in
his eyes almost made her come undone and she was shocked that it was her he was
looking at that way.  He looked almost hungry, like he wanted to devour her; it
both excited and terrified her. "Rh-Rhett," she whispered pleadingly,
not even sure what she wanted.

"Watch the show, sweetheart,
you and I will talk later." He pulled his heated gaze away from hers,
hoping like hell she heeded his advice. If she didn't she was going to find
herself being taken on the ride of her life; he had never wanted anyone beneath
him as badly in his life.

She pulled her eyes
from his by sheer will alone. Something in her soul told her that she'd better
be damn sure he was what she wanted before she opened her mouth again. She
didn't know if it was the setting they were in, but there was something about the
man beside her that made her ache to do things she’d never even thought of
before.

The scenes that had
shocked her earlier when she first entered the dungeon were now playing in her
mind, fueling her imagination.  She wanted to feel his hands on her body, to
feel free and to find fulfillment like the others in the room were.

Even the sight of the
people being beaten or tortured with strange toys was feeding her libido. 
She'd never before thought that pleasure could co-exist with pain. Who was she
kidding, she thought to herself as she continued to watch the various couples,
she'd never really thought much about sex before tonight, she'd had almost no
interest in it. Confusion and need played around her mind and she knew that
never again would she believe herself incapable of feeling. 

When Janie and David
finally joined them, Leah was on a high she didn't know how to explain to her
friend. Without thinking she pulled Janie into her arms and hugged her tight,
not wanting to let her go.

Janie hugged her back,
baffled by her friend's behavior.  "You okay, honey?" She stroked her
back lightly with one hand, while with the other she held her close. Her eyes
looked over Leah's shoulder at David, not knowing what to say or do.

Leah nodded, but didn't
let go of her friend, she felt as though she was lost in a strange world, and
Janie was her only harbor. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and for the second
time that night she found herself fighting back tears that she couldn't
understand.

"Master, I think I
should take Leah home." Janie had no idea what was wrong with her friend,
but it was apparent she was freaked out by what she had seen.

"I think before
that happens you should all join me in my study." Rhett turned to David
and smiled, a knowing look on his face.

Janie didn't want to go
against Rhett, he was her Master's best friend, but talking didn't seem like
the best idea just then. "Master, I really think she needs to go
home." She didn't understand why David was smiling, when it was obvious
that Leah couldn't handle the things she’d witnessed tonight.

"Take Leah up to
Rhett's office, pet, and we'll join you in a moment." He smiled, but his
tone made it clear that she was to follow his orders.

Janie wasn’t happy with
David as she worked her way free of the death grip Leah had on her neck, but
she realized then was not the time to talk to him about his order. "Come
on honey; let's get you out of the dungeon." She spoke soothingly to Leah,
like she was a child instead of her best friend.

Leah's legs trembled as
she allowed Janie to lead her out of the room, she was scared and confused and
thought going home was a better idea than sitting down and talking. She felt
completely drained emotionally though, and didn't feel like she had the energy
to argue.  Maybe just getting away from the dungeon would help calm her nerves,
she thought.

The office she was led
to was more like a huge study, and she couldn't help but look around at the
thousands of books that graced the shelves. Even without looking at titles, the
sheer volume of books suggested to Leah that Rhett was a well-read man. A
shiver of excitement ran through her at the mere thought of him, leaving her to
wonder what was wrong with her as she settled in a huge leather chair in front
of the large desk. Pulling her feet up under her she wrapped her arms around
herself protectively.

"Leah, I'm so
sorry, I should have known this would be too much for you, can you forgive
me?"  Janie felt like shit for exposing her friend to her life now that
she'd seen her reaction to it, and hoped that someday she'd be able to forgive
her. She knelt in front of the chair and put her head in Leah's lap, feeling
like the worst friend in the world at that moment.

Leah unwrapped her
hands from her body and caressed Janie's hair. "It's okay Janie, I'm not
mad at you," she whispered soothingly, still trying to come to grips with
her confusion.

Janie lifted tortured
eyes to Leah's face. "I just wanted to share everything with you,"
she said quietly, glad that Leah was at least able to forgive her.

Leah gave a small smile
as she continued to stroke her friend's hair like she was a child in need of
comforting. "It wasn't too much." Biting her lip nervously she tried
to think of a way to explain what she was feeling. "I don't think it was
enough." She felt a blush color her cheeks as she made the admission.

Janie's eyes widened as
she realized what Leah had said. "You mean you wanted to try it
yourself?" She was shocked. She knew better than anyone else that Leah was
an innocent, in everything. She'd only had one boyfriend in her entire life,
and she'd kicked him to the curb when he tried to grab her breast one night on
a date.

To say Janie was
shocked that Leah would want to play in her world was an understatement.
"Leah, honey, I don't mean to be vulgar, but you haven't even fucked yet,
are you sure this is something you want to try?"

If Janie hadn't been
her best friend, Leah knew she would never have had the guts to tell her the
truth. "I've never wanted to have sex before, until now; seeing the things
you've shown me tonight, well it's made me realize I'm missing
something."  She was embarrassed, but at the same time she felt like she
was finally a woman.

David and Rhett entered
the room then and Leah lowered her head, not sure if they had heard her and
embarrassed by her admission. 

"Leah, I invited
Janie and David in here with us because I think you will be more comfortable
talking with them here, if you'd rather we talk alone though, I
understand." He had sensed earlier that Leah was very nervous and he hoped
by bringing her friend into the conversation she'd open up more. David he had
invited because as Janie's Master it was his right to be in on any discussion
that involved her.

David held out Janie's
gown and getting to her feet she walked over to where he stood. When she
reached him he slid the gown over her head, thinking that Leah would be more
comfortable talking with all of them clothed.

Once he had dressed
Janie, David held her, one arm around her waist, as he waited for Leah's
answer. He and Rhett had only spoken briefly on the way upstairs, and he was
curious how things would play out, especially given what he knew of Leah from
Janie.

"I, I feel
b-better with them here" She lowered her eyes, feeling self-conscious but
a little less anxious knowing that Janie was there. She didn't understand why,
but Rhett made her edgy, and not entirely in a bad way.

"Good." Rhett
walked round the desk and sat across from her in a leather chair that looked to
have been molded to fit his body. "I want to ask you about tonight, to see
if I am reading you correctly." He hoped he had read her body language correctly;
the thought of training her was very appealing to him.

David led Janie over to
a small leather sitting couch where they sat quietly. He held her against him
as she rested her head on his shoulder wearily; their session in the dungeon
had been a long and strenuous one, and he knew she was tired.

Leah lifted her eyes to
his face nervously, she found it hard to hold his gaze, but couldn't bring
herself to look away either. "W-what would you like to k-know?" She
couldn't stop the tremor in her words as her nerves got the best of her.

He smiled at her,
sensing how nervous she was. "I'm going to assume this is the first time
you've been exposed to a dungeon, or to BDSM?"

She nodded and lowered
her eyes, her cheeks flushing again.

She would learn to
answer him with words, he told himself, if she decided to pursue this when
their talk was over, but for now he would give her some leniency. "Were
you turned on by what you witnessed tonight?" He knew the answer to the
question, but she had to admit it to herself before he moved on.

She nodded again, her
body slumping in the chair. She hadn't even spoken to Janie about her desires,
though they had skirted the topic a few times, and the question made her more
than a little uncomfortable.