Page 6 of Bound in the Dark

"I don't see any floggers or paddles. There isn't anything on that table that could causerealpain."

From anyone else he would have thought that statement was a challenge. It was interesting how she emphasized the word real. What level of pain would she consider significant? Highdive didn't think she was a pain slut but only time would tell.

"No. I'm not a sadist. I only use pain to enhance my sub's experience or if they truly enjoy it. This first time isn't about exploring how much you can handle. I'm pretty sure you could take any pain I could give you and then some." The pleasure in her eyes at his statement confirmed his earlier thoughts. She didn't want pain but also wanted to prove that she wasn’t weak. "This session is about getting you to let go. Forcing you to get lost in the sensations of your body to learn what it is that you've been missing. Only after I've taught you just how good your body can feel will I show you how much better it can be when you add a bit of bite to the experience."

The look of confusion on her face was almost adorable. But this woman's elegant beauty wasn't really made to be cute. She seemed to get lost in her own thoughts so he reached back and gave a sharp tug on her braid.

Her eyes refocused and snapped her attention back to him. Fire burned behind her gaze and he wondered how she kept it so well hidden. What must it be like to wrap yourself in control so tight that it smothered who you were?

Hopefully she wouldn't regret allowing him the opportunity to break through her shell.

"I want to make sure you understand exactly what's going to happen." He cupped her chin and made sure all her focus would be on his words. "I'm going to strip away all the perfect control you have wrapped around you like a protective blanket. I'm gonna take my time and make sure every inch of skin on your body is alive and humming with sensation. Then I'm going to make you come no matter how long it takes. Before your body or mind recovers I'm going to fuck you, bound and helpless. I'm not gonna stop until you come again and tell me something about yourself.” He smirked. “If you keep your end of the bargain, maybe next time I'll show you just how much better it can get."

Watching her body shiver and her breath stutter was more satisfying than anything else she could have done in that moment. Being able to force unguarded reactions from her might be his new favorite activity. Doing so without even touching her was addicting.

She looked up and he could see hunger in her eyes. "I'd like that, Sir."

Her breath regained its even pace and he watched as she pulled her guards back up. It gave him an idea. He ran his fingers along her throat until he could feel her pulse. He was surprised by how calm and even the beat of her heart was. If he wanted to see her shatter he would have to break through that iron control she seemed to have over even the beat of her heart.

“I’m going to challenge you. I want you to count your heartbeats. I’ll ask you for a number while we play and I’ll expect you to give me that number.”

“Yes, sir.” The confidence in her tone confirmed to him that she didn’t think anything could break her concentration.

The challenge would be exhilarating. He was determined to push her until she couldn’t think straight. He smiled.

This was going to be fun.

Chapter2

Sarcasm and Orgasms. Two things most people don’t get. The ones who do are smiling right now.

Diana forced her breath to remain steady as she stood before Master H. Her decision to pick him was both genius and reckless. Already her mind was racing in directions that she had never considered at just the idea of what they were about to do. Did he want her to count her heartbeat to test if she could multitask or so that she would focus inward instead of on the room?

Trusting him enough to allow him to tie her up was already pushing her trust. But now he was going to take away her hearing and sight. Only years of training under harsher trials allowed her not to outwardly show how scared she was.

The noises of the room disappeared as he settled the headphones over her ears. She could feel the vibrations of music and sound around her but all she could hear was an indistinct murmur. Closing her eyes to allow him to slip on the blindfold took a larger act of willpower than stepping into a firefight. Her skin came alive as her senses tried to adapt to the new conditions. The heat of Master H’s presence behind her and the feel of the ground under her feet were the only things that felt real.

“Can you hear me?” His voice seemed to surround her with it’s deep rich tone.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Yes, Sir.”

“That's good.” His hand ran up Diana’s neck to the base of her throat. His fingers pressed in lightly. “Now I want you to start counting for me. 1...2...3”

The words were in time with her heartbeat and she relaxed into the count, taking it up mentally. The exercise was familiar. Something she had learned when training as a sniper. She could actually track time the same way. Forty-five beats to a minute was her normal at rest rate.

His hand slipped away and it was like she was adrift, alone. Only the cool floor beneath her feet to remind her she was standing inside the club. Air circulated around her in a way that she would have never noticed on a conscious level.

20...21

How many times had she counted her heartbeat while waiting for a target to show itself or while calculating the winds for the perfect shot? That was a number she really didn’t want to think about. She barely kept from jumping when hands gripped her ankle. She forced herself to relax. The rope that was being wrapped around her leg was surprisingly soft. Master H’s grip was firm as he moved quickly.

He had worked the binding around her leg several times all the way to her hip when he asked. “What is your count?”

“62, Sir.”

Making herself vulnerable like this was foolish beyond belief. He wasn’t really restraining her yet but that would come. She kept the count steady in her mind as she tried to picture what he was doing by feel. Around. Cross. Up. Sometimes around more than once. He began on her other leg.

Hundreds of possible outcomes had been considered. Every member of the club researched. She knew that no one who should be here tonight was associated with the many people who wanted her dead, but there was always a possibility that one of them could find her. She would be helpless.

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