Page 5 of Bound in the Dark

She had small scars on her arms and legs that might indicate that she had once been a cutter, but none of them were new. There were more scars on her back and sides. Some even looked like burns. Maybe an accident?

If she had been abused, he would have expected her to show fear as he loomed over her. He was twice her size, but that didn't seem to intimidate her in the slightest. Maybe she had some self-defense training? It was easy to see from her toned muscles that she stayed in shape.

Whatever had made her hyper-aware and shut off from the physical side of pleasure might be triggered by what he had planned so he would need to keep a close eye on her. The first time with anyone could be tricky, but she was so closed off anything could be held behind those closed shields.

He should probably not play with her until he knew more but she tempted every part of him to almost recklessness.

"I agree to your terms, Sir."

He chuckled at her very obvious wariness. Luna hadn't flinched when reminded of the extreme physical things he might do without limits, but sharing information about herself made her scared. What was she hiding?

"Are you sure? This is the last time I will ask. After that I will expect you to use the club safewords if you need me to slow or stop."

Her dark gaze grabbed him. Highdive could feel her intense earnestness. "I need this. I need you to show me what is possible. Thank you, Sir for agreeing, whatever the price."

The desire and longing in her words shot straight to his cock. That he was sure he could have named almost any price was heady. She wasn't just a young foolish girl looking for a walk on the wild side.

He had access to plenty of women who would do anything he asked for that frivolous reason. Sometimes it was because of his reputation as a master of Shibari, others because he was a member of the Dark Sons. Whatever the reason, it wasn't about him personally. Luna was no different.

If she wanted him to master her body then she would have to accept him learning things she didn't want to share. A plan settled into his mind.

Shabari was as much art as it was a way to restrain. The ropes that bound a woman's body in lattice like strands were a constant reminder that they weren't in control. Luna would need to have every ounce of control stripped away from her if he wanted her to submit and let go.

"Follow me."

He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he grabbed his bag from behind the bar. She was a mixture of coiled tension and outward calm.

He led her over to one of the more private stations near the back of the room. Usually he took his temporary partners to the ones in the center of the room. He knew the women who sought him out enjoyed the exhibitionism as much as they enjoyed what he did to them. They wanted people to know they had managed to earn a scene with him.

In this Luna was different. After the way she had blended into the background for months it was obvious she didn't want to be center stage. With how beautiful she was it was quite an accomplishment that most nights very few had noticed her.

They would still have an audience, but he would do his best to make her forget there was anyone but the two of them in the room. If he thought she was ready to trust him he would have taken her to one of the private rooms for the first time. With the intense scene he had planned, he wanted her to have the safety of knowing that if she cried out her safeword there would be people around to make sure he stopped.

As they approached the suspension station he noticed how she was scanning the room. Almost like a trained soldier. Her gaze constantly moved, never resting in any one spot for more than a second. He could have almost imagined she was looking for danger, but she didn't walk like someone who was afraid of being attacked.

Highdive did a quick check of the suspension rig. He knew everything was well maintained but it never hurt to be safe. He intended to take away even the small amount of control contact with the ground allowed.

On the table he laid out his ropes in neat lines. He arranged the other items he intended to use next to them. That done, he turned back to face Luna who was waiting patiently in the presentation position. She was completely relaxed with a pleasant but neutral expression on her face.

Usually even experienced subs showed signs of nerves and excitement right before a scene. It was as if, instead of standing naked and vulnerable in the middle of a club, she was relaxed at home about to settle in for a night of TV.

What a fantastic mystery this woman represented.

"Come look at what I have laid out for you." Highdive led her over to the table. He watched as she took in first the ropes and safety scissors, then the nipple clamps and a Wartenberg wheel. Next was a Hitachi and a smaller vibrator. At the end was a furred vampire leather glove.

No reaction. No curiosity or fear. It was these small reactions that Highdive used to gauge how fast to move and how far to go. Her calm acceptance of all the items laid out meant this was going to be harder than he thought.

How could he push her further? He dug down into his bag and pulled out a specialty set of noise canceling headphones and mic as well as a blindfold. She looked at the headphones with confusion. Finally a reaction.

Luna looked up at him. "Sir?"

He smiled at the question obvious in her tone. Was she so comfortable with the other items because she had done research? Not many people knew how powerful cutting off the ability to hear was, but it was something he enjoyed. It was especially effective with subs who became overly concerned about their surroundings. He picked up the headphones and showed them to her.

"With these you won't be able to hear anything going on around you except for what I want you to hear." Highdive showed her the small throat mic that would be attached to him. "You'll hear my voice and anything else I play through the speakers." He picked up the blindfold. "You won't be able to see anything. I want your focus only on what you feel."

He stepped closer so their bodies brushed together. "I'm going to bind you so completely that even the smallest of movements are difficult. I'm going to take away all of your control so the only thing left for you is to be with me in the moment."

Her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. She wasn't breathing faster as he would expect but rather deeper and slower. It reminded him of his Brother Sharp when he was under stress. A sniper's technique of focusing under pressure. Where had she learned it?

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