Bound to You

Chapter two

The dungeon is both exactly what I expected and the complete opposite. The room is, similarly to the hallway, dimly lit, with consistently dark colours like brown, black and dark red covering the room's walls and furniture. Filling my ears are the noises of people chattering, faint music and - to my surprise - people moaning. I clench my jaw, feeling at once uncomfortable but also very intrigued. A few people, also wearing masks and clothes similar to ours, have gathered on the right, where a small stage is placed. Nearing it, I spot a woman sitting on a chair with a blindfold on and her hands tied behind the chair. She's wearing only a bra and panties, making her very exposed to everyone surrounding her. A man wearing a suit and a mask is circling her, holding a flogger in his hand. He steps closer to her, suddenly grabs her hair and leans down to her ear. She's visibly holding her breath, her stomach sucking in and her head tilting back by his strong grip. He whispers something to her to which she responds incoherently. As a result, he steps back, and suddenly raises the flogger and hits her, ever so slightly, on her breasts. She moans and I gasp. People turn around to look at me, apparently surprised at my reaction.

"He hit her, Soph!", I whisper panicky to Sophia still on my side. People around us look annoyed.

"Shut up!", Sophia whispers back with a smile on her face to everyone else. "Let's get you a drink", she continues, turns her heel and starts walking towards the bar centred in the room.

"Roger that". I'm relieved, a drink is exactly what I need right now. We walk up to the bar, and she calls the bartender.

"One Sex on the Beach and one..", she looks at me.

"Pornstar Martini please", I say, realizing the irony of the sexual drink names.

"Sex on the Beach huh? Is that something you would like to materialise?", a voice interrupts my trace of thoughts. My eyes follow the sound, and spot a blonde and handsome tall guy wearing a suit. He nears Sophia, and she giggles.

"Perhaps", she says, and I've seen her flirt with men too much to even pay attention to the rest of this conversation. I roll my eyes, turn to the bar again and notice our drinks. So, naturally, I grab mine and take a big sip of it. The sweetness of the passionfruit hits my lips as the vodka burns my throat. This is exactly what I needed. Just as I am about to take another sip, someone bumps into me, making me spill some of the orange liquor down my bra. The cold, sticky martini stains my skin, and I look up annoyed at the one guilty. 

"Excuse you?!", I say annoyed. He turns. His tall figure startles me. He's wearing a suit too, but his is ever so slightly tighter, emphasising his strong figure. Half of his face is covered in a black mask, reminding me of the one from Phantom of The Opera. The features of his face that are visible, show a strong jaw and brown eyes with lush eyebrows, matching his dark, semi-long hair that falls onto his face. 

"That's no way to talk to a Dom". His deep voice startles me, and he has to look down to meet my eyes. He then continues to, uninterested, turn to the bar and wave at the waiter. He does not even have to tell him the order, for a Scotch on the rocks shows up in front of him within seconds. He brings the beverage to his lips and tilts it slightly up, pouring only a small sip of scotch into his mouth.

"I don't give a shit about what you are", I mumble annoyed and turn my back to the bar, leaning up against it with my corset. The cold surface of the bar makes me jump. Suddenly, a warm large hand closes around my jaw, making my entire body shift. He turns my face towards his and leans down to face me. My heart is pounding and, to my surprise, so is my abdomen. He squints, examining my mask-covered face. His grip on my jaw is strong and I can feel his fingers press into my skin.

"What was that?", he almost whispers. His dominance and sudden power over me have me completely speechless. With every cell in my body, I am trying to get words out, but speaking has suddenly become an impossible task. I pull myself together.