Page 9 of Blue Velvet

Every fiber of my being wants her, and I wish there was something I could do to wake her up. But I can’t.

Patience. It’s always been my strong suit. It’s made me the man I am, and it will get me where I want to be with her.

If only I can wait. Wait for her to open her pretty eyes.

Wait for her to be ready to become mine.

6

Ruby

I want to scream,but I can’t. My mouth is stuffed with a piece of cloth. It’s tied at the back of my head in a knot and drenched with my saliva. I’ve seen this in movies, but I’ve never been in this predicament. None of my former clients were into gag balls or anything like that.

I’m feeling dizzy and a little nauseous. The ceiling above me appears to be turning and moving, and I know if I was standing up, I wouldn’t be able to keep my balance.

It takes me a few moments to realize that my hands and legs are tied, too. I’m spread out on a wooden surface, my limbs stretched in all four directions like a star. I yank at the restraints, even though I know how pointless it is.

Panic rises in my chest, quickly expanding to my core, my head, my limbs. A nervous tremor oscillates through my entire body, and all attempts to calm myself are futile.

I signed up for this, I knew it was coming - why am I so shocked? So scared? Why am I breaking out in a sweat and about to hyperventilate? Did I underestimate the contents of the contract I signed? Was I really that stupid?

My breathing accelerates, and I’m moaning helplessly as I try to speak. All I’m able to produce are unintelligible sounds, as I soak the cloth further with my saliva. I turn my head, trying to see if he’s in here with me, but my radius of movement is so limited that I can only perceive a very small area directly around my head. He’s nowhere to be seen.

But I know he’s in here. I can sense his presence, and when I manage to calm my heavy breathing at least somewhat, I can hear him moving. I try to lift my head, but only manage to so for a split second before vertigo pushes me back down.

“Careful there,” I hear a strong voice warning me, after my head connects with the wooden plate. I can barely see him, but I know he’s standing at the far end of the room, and he’s now approaching me with calm, deliberate steps. I’m surrounded by dark colors, a warm red and a cold gray. They’re blurry in my intoxicated vision. Despite the limitations blinding my senses, I can tell that this is some kind of sex dungeon, a room that serves only one purpose. I’m tied on a stretching bank, something I have only seen on-screen before. None of my previous clients ever used one of these on me, albeit I have been in similar rooms. They were never this big, and never this intimidating.

My heart is racing as I hear him coming closer. I’m torn between actual fright and excitement. I’ve been looking forward to this just as much as I have feared it. I wanted this. I thought Ineededit.

But now that I’m here, I can’t help but hear the doubts screaming at the top of their lungs in my head, as they try to overpower the sick little girl who’s still excited about this.

I’m panting when his face appears above mine. He’s no longer wearing his suit, at least not on the upper part of his body. Instead, he’s teasing me with a view of his naked, chiseled chest. He can tell that I’m staring, and he loves watching me as I take in the view of his toned muscles. My eyes are glued on the tanned skin that stretches above his brawny chest, yearning, as I follow the black lines of a tribal tattoo adorning his left side all the way to his strong upper arm.

“Naughty girl,” he says, and a smug smile appears on his face. “Too busy leering at me, you almost forgot to be scared.”

My eyes scurry to the darkness of his. I flinch when he leans down, bringing his face close to mine, and removing his marvelous chest from my sight.

“Can you promise me something?” he asks in a low and daunting voice, placing his hands at each side of my face.

I bite on the cloth and let out a pathetic croak as I try to answer. A simple nod will have to do.

“You won’t scream when I take this off,” he continues, yanking at the cloth on both sides, almost choking me. “I’m going to take this off, and you’ll be quiet like a good girl and listen to me. Do you understand?”

Another nod, and just a moment later, I’m freed of that fucking cloth, finally able to close my mouth to relax my face from that painful grimace I was forced to wear. I won’t scream because I know there’s no point. We’re playing a game, all right, but I won’t risk losing my voice or strength through something as silly as screaming.

Besides, I’d much rather hear what he has to tell me. I like this. I like the tension of not knowing what’s next, and I like looking at his handsome face as he threatens me. I know it’s all a game and I have nothing to fear for real, but he sure as hell is making this feel real.

I should try my best to make him feel the same way.

He pulls the cloth down, but leaves it draped around my neck, observing me while I take in a deep breath of relief and press my lips together like I haven’t been able to do for such a long time.

“Good girl.”

This praise. Those words always have the same effect on me. They make my heart flutter with pride and accomplishment, and an arousal that is still so weird to me, even after all those times I’ve felt it.

Our eyes lock onto each other for a moment. He doesn’t look happy. If anything, he looks unsure and doubtful. Is he unhappy with me? Is he regretting buying me already? What am I doing wrong?

“You’re a special one, aren’t you?”

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