“Let me go. You’re causing a scene,” she demands in a harsh whisper.
“Is it the scene itself, or am I humiliating you, Princess? Which one is it?”
My conversation with Julianna gets sidetracked on our way out of the ballroom as a good friend of mine catches my attention. He holds his hand out to stop me, and I decide to take a moment to pause at his table to say hello. Taking his hand, we give each other a gentleman’s handshake while I still hold Julianna’s wrists in a death grip behind her back.
“Mitchell, good to see you, glad you could make it.”
Mitchell nods his head. “Nick, good to see you, sir.” He shifts his gaze to my date, and then gives me a knowing grin. “Ravishing dinner this evening.”
“Yes, ravishing indeed.” I turn my gaze to rest it upon his newly purchased pet. Lingering on her features, I remember how sweet and eager she was to please me in bed. Apparently, she remembers something wonderful from her past training experience with me too, because her ears turn a shade of red at the tips and she looks down in embarrassment. Turning back to Mitchell, I ask, “Everything going well?”
“Beyond my wildest dreams, Nick.”
I grin at him. After a year of unrelenting persistence, he’s recently been allowed to become a silent investor. We don’t need investors, but somehow, he must have made an impression on the big boss, positioning himself to be an asset for the company in some way. The only thing he asks is for Travis to not know of his involvement. I shrug at the request; I won’t hide the information from Travis, but I won’t volunteer it either.
Mitchell and his girl look genuinely happy this evening, and I can’t help but think about how Julianna will have the same look soon, especially since I will be the one controlling her Blyss from now on. I shake the thought out of my head, ready to be downstairs. “Mitchell, enjoy the rest of your evening. I’d love to stay and chat, but I have other obligations waiting for me. It was good to see you again.”
“You too, Nick. Call me; I’d love a round of golf.”
I smile and nod. “You got it.”
Without haste, I guide Julianna out of the ballroom and to the set of elevators. Each step we take toward her room is one giant leap closer to making her mine. She will receive her first lesson in true submission, and by the end of the evening, she will come to understand her place, viewing her new role in my life in a brand new light. I will take nothing less than her obeying me as her master. I lean over, whispering into her ear, “You can thank me when it’s over,” and I watch with pleasure as a delicious shiver of fear trails down her body.
Upon returning to her room, I open the door to find Justin, one of our bodyguards, standing at attention, ready to do my bidding. He’s drawn the curtains wide open, the inconspicuous spotlights exposing and highlighting the implements on the wall. His arms are crossed over his broad chest, and I give him a curt nod of acknowledgement. It’s show time.
“Do you want me to inject her with the dose now, sir?”
I hear Julianna gasp, but I ignore her. “Yes, that will be fine, but first,” I nod toward the intended destination, speaking sternly, “the St. Andrew’s Cross.”
“Yes, sir.”
Julianna begins to struggle, so I let go of her wrists and wrap my arm tightly around her shoulders, pulling her against me. “Uh-uh, Princess, don’t make this worse than it already is.” Truthfully, her struggling is a turn-on, and I already feel my dick beginning to throb from the excitement.
I’ve heard her call these curtains, the “Let’s Make a Deal curtains,” when she didn’t know the cameras and recorders were placed in every nook and cranny of the room. Justin knows the drill. He knows what I like, and he’s set the stage for me by increasing the fear factor. I know right now her heart is beating a mile a minute. Mine is too, but for other reasons.
Guiding her to the cross, I place her backside against the frame and hold her firmly in place. My eyes narrow as she tries to break free from my grasp. Justin immediately begins strapping in her wrists with the thick Velcro straps. “Welcome to my playground, Princess,” I say, and I can see the panic emanating behind her eyes as her body begins to slightly tremble with nervousness, her breath coming out in quick, short pants.
Her fear is like a balm to my twisted soul. I do love a naughty girl, the sadistic side of me enjoying any excuse to tie her up. “I know you’re excited, but we’ll have ample opportunity to explore each and every one of these play items another time, my sweet.” I give her a chaste kiss and take a few steps back, allowing Justin the space he needs to strap in her other wrist. I wonder what’s racing through her curious little mind right now. I want to know what she’s feeling as the thick restraints are fastened around her limbs for the first time. I don’t have to wait long for my answer, however, because in a final act of desperation, she tugs and pulls to get loose.