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“Brianna,” he said late one night after the frustration was growing, “let’s get a coffee.”
They talked that night, for the first time. She told him all about her life in London, the boyfriend she’d left behind.
“He was so weak, Noah. He never seemed to make decisions or take control.”
“Is that what you want then, Brianna—a man to control you?” Noah’s voice grew husky.
Brianna lowered her eyes and blushed. “Sometimes I think that is exactly what I’m looking for.” She looked directly into Noah’s eyes and a shiver passed between the two of them.
Noah’s pulse quickened. This wonderful, sensual woman, so intelligent and feisty…he imagined her just for one moment in his arms, then on her knees at his feet. His cock stirred as he looked back at her.
The room was silent except for the beating of his heart. He took her hand in his and turned it over.
“You have beautiful hands, Brianna. That’s surprising in a violinist.”
“I want them to be soft, Noah, not calloused. I want to be able to give gentle touches.”
The next rehearsal went better. It was as if the sharing of secrets had brought Brianna out of her shell. She was less timid. When Noah told her to try something, she did so.
At the party afterward, he’d removed his bow tie and tuxedo jacket, and was sampling his favorite champagne when Brianna approached him. During rehearsal, she had worn casual clothes. He had definitely found her attractive. How could he not? She was beautiful: long red hair, cobalt-blue eyes, and soft pink lips. Her dress now looked elegant, yet feminine: black as ebony, but camouflaging softness within.
“Noah, I just wanted to thank you for tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever performed so well.”
“You’re welcome, Brianna. Those late nights really paid off, didn’t they?”
“I’m so glad to have had this opportunity to play for the orchestra…to play for you.” Brianna’s eyes were as dark as the Irish Sea in a storm. Noah smiled and took her hand, holding it for just one second longer than was appropriate.
“I was impressed by the way you were able to let yourself go, Brianna. Not all performers can do that.”
Her pupils darkened and grew as she breathed in quickly, which showed Noah that he had aroused her. Noah allowed his own breathing to quicken, to show her that he too found her attractive. He was a firm believer in communication without words.
“Yes, Noah, perhaps you do bring out the best in me,” Brianna said quietly.
“Why don’t we get you a drink?”
“Thank you, Noah. I would love…” she hesitated, “I would love a very dry martini.”
Her voice was mellifluous. She could have been a singer. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on hers. He’d already noticed the curve of her firm breasts through her dress, the nipples visible through the thin fabric, a slender waist, and soft, glowing skin. He breathed in her mesmerizing scent of violets.
He focused on Brianna for the rest of the evening, ignoring fawning patrons and sycophantic orchestra staff. This woman was different, fascinating, funny. They developed a crackling dialogue of repartee, playfully arguing. When he advanced, she parried, often with a subtle flick of wit.
He had a knack for revealing a woman’s secrets, getting her to confess all, but Brianna told him very little. He knew she was from Ireland, but had spent most of her life in England, training at the London Music School. She had just done a stint with the City of London Philharmonic, but changed the subject quickly when he asked why. Soon the evening had to come to an end, as they had an early rehearsal the next morning.
“Look, you can’t say that Cirque du Soleil is just a mere circus act. It is so much more, Noah.”
“Ah, Brianna, if I’d known it was so easy to entertain you, I’d have brought out my magic act.”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Noah. I look forward to that, but in the meantime, admit that they are a very sensual troupe. Their performance is filled with beauty.”
“Sorry, Brianna, I’m just not a circus fan. I’d rather go to a good opera than see a circus.”
“Opera? The sound of a woman caterwauling in as many languages as can be squeezed into one piece of music? Oh please, Noah.”
“Well, perhaps one day, you’ll accompany me to
La Bohème.
You’ll see sensuality and sadness beyond anything you’ve ever seen. I guarantee. If not, you can make me go with you to one of your circus freak shows.”
“I’d like you to come with me to see Cirque du Soleil, Noah. I want to see the smile on your face when you realize I’m right.”
“Let me escort you to your car,” he said. “I think you and I would disagree on just about every subject.” He walked her over to a dark green Citroën.
“It does seem that way, but I do enjoy debating with you,” she said, and paused, as if she wanted to say more.
“And I, you. But wait until I’ve taken you to an opera—you’ll be struck dumb by its beauty.”
He knew at this point that, if he were inclined, he could have suggested he accompany her for a nightcap, which would ultimately lead to sex, but that wasn’t his style. Brianna was more than just a casual romp, and anyway, one-night stands held little interest for him. He needed much more, and perhaps she was the one to provide it.
“Good night, Noah. I’ll probably toss and turn, thinking of a reply to your last gambit.”
“Have a good night, Brianna. I hope you sleep well. I’m looking forward to our continued debate.”
Brianna smiled and got into her car. Noah walked away, the scent of violets lingering from their touch.
That night, Noah felt restless and impatient. He knew he had to calm himself. He decided to go to an old hangout, Cris et Chuchotements. It was a fetish club with regular BDSM nights. He no longer frequented these kinds of places. He was used to slaves who knew just what he needed, but with Brianna on his mind, he had to be very, very patient, and he needed release.
He walked through the golden door, greeting the doorman, who still remembered him as a regular visitor. Noah descended the red-lit staircase into the dungeon, his cock beginning to harden as he contemplated the night’s surprises.
He walked into the salon.
“Noah, how wonderful!” said a woman in the back corner.
Noah greeted Magda, his first slave. She had long, golden hair. Her curvy, voluptuous body was wrapped tightly in a red corset and short skirt. He could see the curve of her divine ass. He remembered the red marks he used to leave there with his first whip.
“How can I help you, Noah?”
“I thought I’d sample the wares a bit. I need a distraction.”
“Did you want one of the women for your use tonight, Noah?”
Noah looked at Magda, and thought about taking her again, but too much history had passed between them.
“Yes, Magda. And make her a tall redhead, would you?”
Magda left Noah to think about Brianna while he waited. Brianna had sought him out, and this always excited him. She didn’t expect him to come running for her. He would never do that, but he was definitely interested in her. He thought about the ritual they were embarking on. It was more than a courtship ritual. It was the dance of master and slave. He would not seduce her, she would come willingly, learn to understand and accept her own needs as a woman and a submissive.
Noah remembered the advice of his mentor, Lord Collum, who had an eye for detecting and drawing out submissiveness in a woman, and who taught Noah as much as he could during their training sessions.
“Noah, if you really pay attention to a woman, she will give you clues about herself, and her sexuality. Her own perfume of musk and spice indicates arousal.”
“What about a submissive woman, Regent? How can I tell whether a woman will submit to me?”
“Noah, we’ve got a long way to go before you’re ready for that. Lots of training, but here are a few indicators: Intelligence and honesty are certainly essential. She has to enjoy the roles and rituals that go along with putting her into sub space. And she has to communicate her feelings of discomfort and pain at all times. A submissive has to be a strong and self-confident woman.”
“Isn’t that a paradox?”
“Not at all. She has to be strong enough to be open, to push herself further. She has to be self-confident enough to know that yielding will not take away from her strength.”
“But aren’t I just commanding her, and she just obeying?”
“Well, yes and no. Once you have established trust, you can dominate her, but a submissive has to have good instincts. She has to learn whom to trust. Also, she must always make the decision to yield each time. You must never take her submission for granted.”
Noah thought about Brianna, the way she’d responded to him. Being around a maestro exhilarated her, breathed life into her. A dominant could be the air to a submissive’s fire. Noah already knew that he wanted to be the air to stoke her fire.
Magda brought in a very beautiful woman named Colleen. She had long, auburn hair, tied up in a bun with tendrils hanging down the back of her short, clingy black dress. She was a businesswoman who was paying dearly for the chance to be dominated for the night. He was happy to give her this fantasy. And she was just what he needed.
He took her down to the whipping post in the dungeon, and practiced his whipping skills on her. Did it turn him on to have a woman tied up and at his mercy, awaiting the strikes of his whip? Absolutely. But even though his cock was hard, this wasn’t about sex. It was about control and limits. He had his own limits. He was careful with this woman, giving her what she wanted, and taking what he wanted in return. She had been quite the screamer when she came with the flogger handle inside her, her ass covered in red marks. He needed those marks on her ass. He needed her screams. He could have come inside her, but instead he let her show gratitude by taking him in her mouth and paying homage to his cock. It felt so good to have the redhead at his feet. He imagined Brianna there. He was going to find a way to put her there.
It was an exhausting yet exhilarating session, and all he wanted to do was get home to his bed afterward, despite Magda’s attempts to persuade him to share a drink.
“Another time, Magda,” he said, and left the club.
Finally he’d be able to sleep. As Noah got ready for bed, he imagined Brianna doing the same. He knew she’d be thinking about him as she disrobed. He’d planted the seed, but not too forcefully. He had not pressed to see her socially. It was up to her to come forward now.
Noah’s dreams that night were full of the long, lithe Brianna. He heard her violin playing, the soundtrack of her release, in his dream. He placed a forest-green, crushed-leather collar around her tender neck. Her hair was braided with hemp rope. He had seated her in a chair, her nipples pointed forward. Noah affixed her ankles to the chair legs with the thin rope. She winced slightly as the cord bit into her soft flesh. This made her lean forward, and her breasts jut out even more. Noah caressed her arms before placing them behind her back and tying them together with softer flat rope.
A woman bound is one of the most sensuous things in the world. She is completely vulnerable. Noah took this vulnerability seriously. He would never violate the trust so freely offered by a submissive. Brianna’s large eyes and parted mouth reflected her arousal.
He kept her mouth ungagged. As much as he enjoyed seeing a woman strain and moan against a gag, he wanted to hear that beautiful voice cry out when she came. He gently unrolled a purple silk scarf and tied it over Brianna’s eyes, wrapping it loosely so that she remained unharmed. The idea was to heighten her sensations by restricting her vision.
Noah’s cock hardened as he gazed down at Brianna’s glistening and bound body, but he steadied himself to ensure that he maintained control. He counted his breathing to even it, causing his erection to calm down. He took a feather and teased it gently over Brianna’s long neck, onto her collarbone. A frisson of goose bumps decorated her breasts, arms, and stomach. He allowed the feather to trace her nipples, which stiffened in response.
She was tied but still able to part her legs further. Noah noticed her open cunt glistening with the onset of her juices as she yielded to him like a slice of ripe melon. He slid the feather gently over her thighs, and then carefully pressed it against her clitoris, which tightened and swelled as the feather moved insistently against it. Brianna pushed her pelvis up and down in time to Noah’s feather. He kept his rhythm on her clit, gently stimulating her, but not taking her over just yet.
“Open your legs, Brianna,” Noah said.
He watched Brianna’s legs part wider and wider, straining against the ropes. “Oh, God, Noah, I’m going to come.”
“Wait, girl. Don’t come yet,” Noah said while continuing to gently tease her clit.
“Please,” she begged.
Noah gently inserted his index finger into her open cunt. “Now move, Brianna. That’s a good girl.”
Noah watched as Brianna lifted her hips up and down and felt her suck his finger in deeper.
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