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  “I’m going to guess you don’t want to try a leash tonight.” I nod no to him… hoping he’ll never try to make me crawl around like an animal. That’ll be the end of this little show if he tries that.

  He holds my upper arm and begins to guide me to the door. I stop in my tracks, without saying a word my face begins to plea with him. Surely he knows I don’t want to go out there naked.

  “Come on.” He holds my arm tighter, this time leading me that direction. I rip my arm from his hold and stop moving. I can feel my breasts swaying as I move harshly to make my point.

  “Uhhh…. Sir… I’m not going out there naked.”

  “Are you using your safe word? I figured we’d at least get through the day before you pulled it on me.” I want to ask him why he would want me out there where others can see me, but then I remember this is all for show. He needs others to see me for this whole thing to be successful.

  “I don’t think I can do this.” I start shivering just thinking about it. His demeanor changes quickly, his eyes softening and becoming more like the man I’ve seen outside of this room.

  “Yes you can. Let me lead you.” He moves closer, whispering the last of what he has to say. “Trust me.” Trust me? Trust me? He wants to parade me around naked and I’m supposed to trust him. I don’t fucking think so. I need air.

  I drop the end of the rope and begin fighting the binding that’s pinning my arms behind my back. My breathing becomes erratic and I consider screaming but the panic attack I’m starting to have is silencing me.

  “Camille. Listen to me.”

  “No listen to me… If I could think of the damn safe word you gave me, I’d use it.” I’m still struggling to get loose when I catch him watching my tits bounce. “Get these off of me… I can’t breathe.”

  He flips me around and removes the rope quickly before he pulls me against his chest in an attempt to calm me. I shove off of him, holding my chest to fight the panic that has already set in.

  “I should’ve known I couldn’t do this. My anxiety was reason enough and it’s obvious I should’ve taken it into consideration.” My heart is racing and I wish like hell I could go back in time and never leave my bedroom this morning.

  “You can wear one of your new dresses to dinner until you’re more comfortable with the idea of leaving the room naked.”

  “Oh, that’s mighty thoughtful of you… but I hate to tell you… I may never be comfortable with that.” I try to hide the sarcasm, but it’s who I am.

  “Give it all time.”

  “Damon… I should just go home. You can choose someone else, I’m sure you can find so many women that would jump at the chance to do all of this with you.”

  “I don’t want anyone else.” He turns away from me and for the first time I have a few silent moments to really look at his back. I feel so many emotions when I take in the tattoos covering him. I want to ask him about all of them, but I know they’re all special to him. He doesn’t want this to get personal.

  “Why?”

  “Because I chose you.” I contemplate the situation and wish like hell he’d say more than he simply chose me. He’s so hard to talk to. For someone who wants me to open my mind up to him, he’s very closed off.

  “If I do this, I want you to spend an hour every day just talking to me. I need to feel a connection with you that’s built on more than just you telling me to trust you. I’m not a people person Damon. In fact, I really hate people. The last thing I want to do is go to dinner with anyone else, let alone go buck ass naked.”

  “I can do that. But if you ask something I don’t want to talk about, I won’t.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “If you wear that dress, I expect it to be the only thing you wear.”

  “See this is us compromising. I like this.” I move to the closet, hoping my new clothes will be in there. My eyes go wide when I see how many outfits he has for me. I let my fingers linger over the lingerie as I pass it. He has two shelves stacked with sexiness that I hope I get to wear one day, not that I’m sure I’ll look any good in them.

  There’s just as many dresses and shirts… less pants, but that’s understandable in this place. “I thought this was only going to last two weeks.”

  “It is.”

  “Why so many clothes then?”

  “I wanted you to have options.” His voice seems to be even further away when I pull a red dress from a hanger. The front is revealing yet classy… and when I flip it around I quickly see that the back is also.

  Slipping it on, and opting to stay barefoot I make my way back out to him. He’s messing with the cameras, so I wait patiently.

  “Tell me Camille, how does that ass feel?” He looks at me to answer.

  “It’s tender.”

  “And what about between your legs?” I fight the blush that’s trying to spread across my body, but fail.

  “It’s also tender.” And sensitive… and ready for more, but I don’t tell him all of that.

  Chapter Sixteen

  We walk through the door to the dining room and are met with glares of five other men and women. I’m the only female wearing clothes and even though that should make me feel guilty and less adapted than the others, it doesn’t. I disregard any remorse instantly when I see just how uncomfortable they all look.

  “It appears we’ve all at least made it to dinner this evening. That must mean we have a few that are submissive by nature.” The man at the far end of the table stands as we enter. I can feel his eyes move over me, making me just as awkward as the other girls seem to be. “Damon… it appears you must be losing your charm. Dare I say you’ve possibly chosen your partner prematurely.” His holier than thou demeanor makes me instantly dislike whoever he is.

  “You can assume what you’d like, but history has proven itself.” Damon doesn’t seem ashamed that I’m wearing clothes as he responds to the guy, but it’s hard to tell. I stand in silence against the wall behind Damon, mirroring the rest of the women. The men all have plates in front of them, with food littering the center of the table between them all. They begin to fill their plates while we seem to simply be art in the room.

  My wrists still hurt from being tied up and I purposely have space between my ass and the wall to prevent it from touching anything. It was bad enough letting the dress rub on it as I walked through the house.

  I glance around the room, noticing cameras in the corners. The other women seem paralyzed, only focused and looking at the back of the head of the man sitting in front of them. Jesus, this is like a cult or something. Why would anyone choose to live this lifestyle?

  The men converse while they eat, only speaking of life in general and avoiding any talk about the training process or movie itself. Intrigue and curiosity are absolutely killing me and I can’t wait to attack Damon with my questions. He may feel like it’s been an interrogation before I finish, but he agreed to allowing me that. I guess if anything, I can consider this all an experience… maybe even one day write a love story about two people in a situation like this.

  Once the men finish eating, I notice them refill their plates and then they all set them back in place before they get up and leave the room. The wait staff sweep in and remove any of the dishes and food that aren’t on the plates the men left behind. A quick glance at the plates, I see different amounts on each. The plate where Damon had set being the fullest.

  No one else has moved a muscle… and I’m tempted to sit at this damn table and eat what they’ve obviously left for us. What kind of fucked up treatment is this? I didn’t sign up to starve.

  I take the few steps forward and sit slowly, trying to avoid any pain from sitting on the whelps on my ass. It’s quickly obvious that isn’t possible, so I focus on my food. Every bite tastes amazing, but that may just be because I’m not used to eating like this. When you live a secluded lifestyle, you tend to eat minimal and not exactly a four-course dinner.

  I hear the men returning and take a deep breath, hopin
g I didn’t just fuck up. The others never joined me, but I don’t care. If Damon punishes me for eating… I’ll know it’s time for me to step the hell out of here.

  “Did we say you could eat?” I stand and resume my spot against the wall as they enter. I refuse to answer, but feel the tightness in my chest when another Dom points at the plate I ate from.

  There’s not a single movement in the room except that of Damon’s as he approaches me. Expecting him to lash out and punish me, I’m completely surprised when he whispers in my ear. “Next time wait for me to give you permission. Remember… you have to trust me. I’m here to take care of you. Let me do that.” I want to shove him and yell that he has no right to tell me when I can and can’t eat, but then I remember that I signed up for this shit. I told him I’d try my hardest and play into this whole show, but I had no idea I’d be tested so harshly this early on.

  I simply nod, adding this to my list of topics to talk to him about tonight. At this rate, I’m going to need a few hours to get through it all. “Come with me.” Damon’s grip on my arm is tighter than I expect.

  “You may now eat.” I hear the other girls’ gain permission once we leave the room. I guess this makes me the black sheep of the house. My stomach starts to turn as we make our way back to his room. An unsettled feeling begins to overwhelm me and once again I start to feel the panic.

  He must notice my erratic breathing, because he stops us mid step and turns to face me. “You have no reason to panic. Calm yourself… you can do this.” I internalize everything quickly and force the perception that I’m better, but in truth… I’m not. I’m terrified that he’s going to punish me for misbehaving even though it was only instinct that I acted on. “Camille… just get through the next few days and you’ll understand that you actually hold all of the control in this relationship.” He’s whispering loudly, talking to me openly and rushed. There must not be cameras in this area of the house.

  “Damon, some of it is just so ridiculous and I feel like it’s all a mind game.”

  “It is. That’s exactly what this is. Can you give yourself to someone completely and allow them to make decisions for you? Can you give yourself to me like that and trust that I’ll take better care of you than you can even imagine?” He drops his grip on my arm, his stare becoming more intense as the seconds go on.

  “I’m really trying. I’ll try harder… I just don’t think like those girls. I’m used to taking care of myself and that part of my brain just seems to take over.”

  “We have to be better tomorrow. I want to see a complete transformation from you. We have lots of work to do.” And with that, he grasps onto my arm again and pulls me into his room. “Clothes off.” His voice shifts back to the dominant, emotionless ass he is when we’re in here. It’s as if we’re supposed to act… roll play if you will just to get through this. Maybe if I look at it all like that, I’ll be able to do better. The last thing I want to do is make a fool out of Damon in front of the other men in the house.

  I swallow hard and can almost feel a shell of armor flow over me as I prepare my mind to take anything he wants to throw at me. Let the mind games continue.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The cameras are rolling, even though he hasn’t done anything to me yet. I’m handcuffed to an ‘X’ shaped cross at the end of his bed. He’s on the chair, facing me and practically eye fucking me. He hasn’t touched me at all, yet this seems to be more torturous than the spankings were earlier.

  I want to say something, but nothing seems to be the perfect statement for this situation. Should I say ‘please come fuck me?’… or ‘how about will you just touch me?’… because even the slightest brush in the right spot will put me over the top. I’ve been wound up since earlier and this scene doesn’t seem to be helping matters.

  He repositions himself in the chair, leaning back and allowing me to see the giant bulge in his pants. He obviously likes what he sees, yet he refuses to do anything about it and frankly that’s making me fucking insane.

  I squeeze my legs together hoping to get a little friction where I need it. “Stop.” He scares me.

  “I’m not doing anything.” He stands quickly, but walks toward me slowly.

  “You have to earn your release with me.”

  “What? That’s crazy.”

  “Stop talking. I told you not to talk unless you were spoken to… and have you forgotten to address me properly?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I don’t want to hear it. I want you to fix it.” I stop talking and the room goes back to the silent hell it has been since we got back from dinner. When I think he’s not looking, I try to squeeze my legs together once more, but he turns to catch me.

  “That’s it. Spread your legs. I’m attaching your legs too.” I don’t know whether to be scared or relieved he’s coming over to tie me up. At least with this he’s going to touch me… I’ll have human contact since it feels awkward as hell being alone while I’m standing here naked.

  “Are you trying to make me torture you?”

  “You already are.” He raises his eyebrow before he slides his fingers down each of my arms, touching the insides and somehow making them feel like it’s the most sensitive part of my body.

  “You have no idea how much torment I could put you through… but that isn’t what I was hoping to get out of this.” He slides the chair across the floor until it’s directly in front of me. I lose sight of him, but hear the dresser drawer open. My mind goes wild trying to imagine what he’s going to do.

  “Nipple clamps. You’ll grow to love them, but this first time will be painful.” Without any further warning, he clamps a weighted clip on both of my nipples. Gravity is not my friend in this moment and even my breathing makes me worried that one will fall off and possibly rip flesh off with it. Fuck my life.

  “Since you seem to like the vibrating sensation, I think it’s time for a little play.” The sound forces my eyes to flash open and witness another awkward as hell moment to begin. He’s sitting in the chair, leaning in as he holds a vibrator against my clit. “Don’t come.”

  A jolt of excitement rushes through my body as if it’s awake for the very first time. I’m quickly clenching every muscle in my body and a slight rotation of my hips allows me to get a little more pressure. I gasp just before he takes the vibrator away, sitting back in his chair to observe me.

  “Why are you doing this?” I’m quivering as I try to get some answers out of him.

  “Why are you doing this, Sir.” Shit… I forget the fucking Sir part.

  This time I’m barely audible when I repeat myself. “Why are you doing this, Sir?”

  “Like I said, you will learn to trust me. Once you do, you won’t be able to handle the pleasure I’ll provide for you.” I take a deep breath and feel the pinch getting more intense on each nipple.

  “Please let me start over.” It’s the only plea I could come up with. I can’t even comprehend anything else while I’m strung out like this begging for a breath of his to hit me just right and allow me to release this pent up sexual frustration.

  “That’s the plan for tomorrow… but this night is long from over.”

  “Please.” I begin to beg, even though I’m not sure what I want.

  “Please what?” Shit… I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me. I calm my breathing and work to regain the concentration I need to be on top of my game before I respond. I came here knowing this would all be about sex… and sex seems to be a distant reality at this rate.

  “Please touch me, Sir.”

  “Touch you?” He reaches up to squeeze both of my boobs, somehow managing to miss the clamps in his grip. “Like this.” His kneading like motion does nothing for me. “Or like this.” He removes both clamps, sending a rush of pain straight to the tip of each nipple. He slaps them both, making me cringe until I realize the pleasure pain is indescribable.

  “Holy shit.” My body is writhing using every inch of available slack in the restraints as
I chase a release.

  “Open your mind to me.” I start nodding as if he’s some sort of royalty and I’m ready to give everything to him. My eyes are closed tight while I seem to lose myself in the moment. The vibrating begins again; I tense up the second he touches me with it. My clit was on fire and pulsing before he even began and now I’m about to fucking lose all sense of control.

  I start shaking, my arms and legs threatening to give out as I fight to hold back the orgasm that’s wracking through me. “Don’t you fucking come.”

  “Please.” I scream and enunciate the ‘e’ for longer than I normally would have as I beg for him to let me.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Sir.” He pushes against me harder, making the pressure unbearable against my clit just before he finally allows me the release.

  “Come for me.” And that’s all it takes for me to fucking lose all sense of rationality. It’s as if my body was taken over by a demonic being and it’s fighting to get out. I’m trembling and it feels like every part of my body just cramped up tight only to relax right after.

  My legs are weak and my eyes are super heavy, even though I don’t want to look at him right now. I don’t want to see what his face will tell me. “Now you know the basics of what I can do for you. Do you think you can handle more?” He holds my face in his hand, making me turn to look at him. “Open your eyes Camille.”

  He’s staring at me when I do. The rawness of this moment hits me hard, but I focus on his eyes to pull me through.

  He slowly removes the cuffs from my limbs and then carries me to bed, sliding the covers over my limp body. I roll over and instantly fall into a slumber out of sheer exhaustion from this day.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I open my eyes to a dark room. Sliding my arm across the large bed, I search for a warm body, hoping he’s here with me. I’m disappointed when he isn’t.

  Sitting up, I try to allow my eyes to adjust and acclimate to the shadows in the room. His deep voice is the next thing I hear. “Did you sleep well?”