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No amount of preparedness could have prepared her for the sight that met her eyes. It was…something. Incredulous was how she could put it. And to think there was a room like this embedded in an unassuming library. It was large.
Nate left her hand to go into the room and tap on a switch that turned on the lights. As if her surprise wasn’t bad enough, she could now clearly see everything. It was a room designed to make the sickest of minds proud.
The walls were black, padded and soundproof. It was cool as she stepped barely an inch inside. A chill ran through her body, not from the cold, as she looked around slowly as if trying to picture the things that may have happened there in the past.
Right before her eyes was a padded bench with 4 Velcro straps on each side attached to poles jotting off the sides of the bench. There was a sex machine on the floor, a black contraption with a small projection just big enough to resemble a mini dick. On one wall were a lot of clips and on each of them she could just make out cuffs, leather straps, whips, feather dusters, and red gloves. A swing hung from the ceiling in the very center of the room. A black metal bar with cuffs attached to it was set firmly on the black padded floor. The last thing on the wall was a closet and she feared to think of what sadistic treasures hung in there. Where there bodies?
And of course, she couldn’t ignore the big bed with the restraints and chains and four-poster canopy. It looked like a cross between a goth and a fairy princess’s fantasy.
“Come inside,” he told her.
Rachel wanted to flee. But tentatively she walked into the room and realized with horror that the wall in which the door was embedded was made entirely of mirrors. Everything in the room was duplicated in the mirror. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared at her reflection. She looked pale – anyone would be pale to discover something like this.
She didn’t see him approaching until she sensed him behind her, head bent so he could speak in her ear.
“Are you scared?”
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She could run out the door if she wanted to yet her feet were rooted to the ground as she stared at herself, a pale ghost in contrast to him.
“N-no,” she said to convince herself.
He drew her ear into his mouth and bit on the curved tip sharply. “You are not being polite.”
“No, sir,” she answered quickly.
He lifted his head and stared at her through the mirror. He forced her hand down from her mouth and ran a finger along the edge of her lips. This was a vast difference from the Nate of last week. He was bold and rough. He lifted his hand to her hair and released the wild curls.
“I love your hair this way,” he said as he buried his face to inhale deeply. “You are scared, you’re trembling.”
Rachel forced a wobbly smile. “N-no I’m not, sir.”
Holding her gaze through the mirror he stepped back, denying her the warmth of his body. She began to shiver. She watched him walk to the door in long strides and close it. They were alone. She was at his mercy.
When he turned around he didn’t walk up to her like she hoped instead he walked to the bed and sat on it. She watched him through the mirror.
“Take off your clothes.”
Her body trembled. She could swear her joints clicked against each other as she undid the strings of her shorts. It felt different from the first time she undressed for him in Mainland. His eyes were hard on her body. Once she discarded her shorts she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. It had been easy to tease him this morning when he sat there watching her dress but now knowing the kind of man he was and the depth of his insanity, she wasn’t so sure of teasing him had been the right choice.
She started to face him now that she was stripped to bare skin.
“Face the mirror,” he ordered.
She looked at herself in the mirror, naked and shivering. He stood from the bed and the urge to flee heightened. He walked soundlessly towards the closet and opened it, then he pulled open a chest of dresser open and rummaged inside for something. When he came back into view he was holding a towel, a bottle, a lotion and a pack of something. He dug around for something in another drawer and suddenly soft music began to play from invisible speakers.
“Come here, Rachel,” he told her. She turned away from the mirror and walked softly toward him. He stood at the foot of the bed and indicated for her to climb it.
“I’m going to shave you.”
She looked down at herself, she could see herself clearly through the mirror, she wasn’t hairy down there but she needed a shaving. And he was going to shave her?!
She wanted to die of embarrassment.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Didn’t you ever watch your husband shave?”
She shook her head.
He clicked his tongue. “Ah well, there’s always a first time for everything.” He was too calm. It scared her.
Dropping the items on the bed he hooked his hands beneath her legs and pulled her so that her legs rest on the high-rise stool at the foot of the bed and her upper body was sprawled on the red sheets of the mattress. Rachel squeezed her eyes closed. This is so different, this is cruel, she thought. When she opened her eyes she was looking at the canopy. It was then she realized that the images shown across it was depicting people in different sexual positions.
“Feel free to look at those while I shave you.” He extracted the electric razor from the pack. He wet the towel and opened the lotion.
Rachel felt the cold cream touch the insides of her thighs, the rise of her mons and close to the lips of her vagina. She wanted to die. She wanted to fuck him.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you belong to me.”
“Don’t I have to sign a contract? You said there was another.”
“You will.”
She realized belatedly that she had just unwittingly agreed to sign it. Before she could correct that misconception he turned on the razor and lifted her hips slightly so that he could shave off the bits of hair. The slow, strong hum of the razor was similar to the vibrator he had put inside her the first night of the fashion event. Rachel wanted to clench her thighs but his hands were strong, holding them apart as he gently shaved one side, wetted the smooth skin with the towel now damp with water and went to work on the other side. Every time he got close to her clit she shook in anticipation. Up on the canopy, she couldn’t block the images of the sexual acts taking place before her. Before she knew it her clit was erect, excited and waiting for that push over the edge.
She bit her lips and dared herself to look down. The first thing she saw was Nate focused on her pubes, wiping the hairs off the razor before coming back for more. She looked into the mirror. Her face was a mask of sweet pleasure. Her thighs were spread apart with him between them. She felt…she felt open, exposed. With nothing to hide.
“Are you worried?”
She looked down at Nate again. He was looking at her, his eyes were a molten gray pulling her into their stormy depths yet his restraint was terrifying. She wanted to speak but when she opened her mouth a moan escaped her.
Nate knew what he was doing when he lifted the razor and turned it slightly so that a corner of it was on her clit, stimulating the bit of flesh to a hard bud.
"How does it feel?"
"It feels....aahhh!" She moaned.
Her legs shook. Unable to hold it anymore she released her bottom lip and moaned louder. “I need to pee…”
The vibration of the razor was unbearable. Before she could help it she orgasmed screaming loudly before squirting all over his face.
