25 - NAZÁR
25
NAZáR
R ed, leather-clad hips rock from side to side. The leather thong disappears inside her ass, and it jiggles with each stomp she makes across the stage in her thigh-high, stiletto, black, patent-leather boots.
She faces her audience as the red tassels jiggle from her tits. A ringing sounds off from the bells hidden by the tassels. Shantel cracks the black whip in the air, causing the man and the woman kneeling before her to bow.
She moves behind them, the whip slicing through the air just before she brings it down over their asses. The impact of the speed and intensity with which she cracked the whip leaves a red welt on both, and the woman spreads her legs wider, giving the audience a glimpse of her uncovered cunt.
The man rocks forward slightly, and the women in the audience cheer and whistle in appreciation as his dick swings back and forth.
Shantel looks out at the audience, finds me, smirks, and licks her lips before she turns back and has the woman kiss her boots. The woman stands and reaches back down for the man, helping him to stand and leading him to St. Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the stage.
The man is cuffed to the cross, and the woman begins to flog him with two floggers before she hands them over to Shantel. Shantel hands her a cane, and the woman expertly maneuvers it across the man’s shoulders and ass. His fists clench slightly when the woman hits harder than before, but his body is motionless otherwise.
After a few minutes, the man and woman exchange positions, and he paddles her before he switches to knife play. My mind drifts back to the evening when I removed the wax from Princesa with the knife and how obedient she’d been.
Was this her angle all along? Getting close to me to get a story for the fifth anniversary of Bella’s passing?
There’s no way that I could have misjudged her so greatly, was there? I guess I had. The facts don’t lie.
She probably even lied about being a virgin to BDSM. She’d taken to it too quickly. It all makes sense now; her safe word was “travel.” She’d given me a hint of who she was then.
I had missed it. How many other clues had I missed or ignored along the way? Just to think, I’d told her things about Bella that I’d told no one else. Not even Leona and Gary.
I got too comfortable with Princesa. I’d moved meetings around to spend more time with her, acclimating her to my wants and needs and getting to know what mattered to her. And she’d only wanted to get close because she was a reporter. I’d let the enemy in unknowingly.
When I look up again, I notice the show is ending. Shantel has released her partners, and they’re both kneeling before her. She cups the backs of their asses individually, slashes them with the floggers across their asses, and walks in front of them.
First, she cups the man’s head and kisses him, then does the same to the woman. Lifting the tassels on her tits, she leans forward, and the man and the woman suck her nipples, and the audience applauds.
I leave my seat and walk backstage to wait for her by her door, marked, “Madam Shantel.” My wait is less than five minutes when she comes running back to me in those dangerously high boots.
“Nazár! I am so excited to see you,” she says, leaning up and kissing my lips.
I pat her ass and smile at her. “Seems you’ve got your hands full these days,” I say as she unlocks her dressing room door and tugs me in.
“Always ready for you. My place or yours?” she asks, grabbing a coat and tossing it on.
Shantel rarely bothers to change into clothes when I come to her shows, and we leave together.
“Whatever is most convenient for you.”
“Your hotel is closer, no?”
I nod.
“It’s a plan, then.”
She grabs her purse and chats happily as we leave the building for my chauffeured car. People stop her along the way to tell her she did a great show or to simply hug her.
The drive to my hotel is less than five minutes, and we’re in my suite in no time. I will probably have her clothes sent for since she seldom wears any when we’re together.
“What brings you here sooner?”
“Business plans changed,” I lie.
“Would it have anything to do with the story about your resort and the pictures released?” she asks, pouring me a whiskey at the bar.
“It would have everything to do with that.”
“I have never been to the resort, but I knew it would be beautiful. It surpassed my expectations. Why did you post now?”
I accept the glass she hands me and mumble, “Someone broke the NDA clause. It felt better to get a story out there to accompany the leaked pictures.”
“Your lawyers are on this?” Mila says before taking a sip from her glass.
“They are.”
They are all over it and ready to pursue charges against and sue Anyssa, but I’m not sure that’s what I want. On the other hand, why the fuck not? I’m usually relentless in my pursuit of vengeance. There’s no reason this time should be any different.
Except it is.
“You look stressed. Why don’t you let me help you unwind after a long flight, Nazár?”
I’ve been here for twenty-four hours now. I didn’t notify Shantel when I arrived, but I’ve had time to unwind. Still, I don’t stop her when she takes the drink from my hand and finishes it before setting it next to her empty glass.
Climbing on my lap to straddle me, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her creamy thighs close me in. I feel the heat emanating from her core. Botox-infused lips kiss my neck and jaw and finally land on my lips.
“I’ve missed you, Nazár,” Shantel says in a singsongy voice, dragging her lips to my earlobe and sucking it.
Her long, pink nails drag through my hair, scratching my scalp, and I’m reminded of how Princesa did the same thing yesterday. Sex with her then was extremely rough because I was angry.
I had no idea who I’d been sleeping with and allowing into my home. I had no idea who the stranger in my cottage was, the woman who’d shared my bed, my dungeon, and was infiltrating my heart.
I’d gone over to kick her out, but she’d still been asleep. Doubt, anger, and desire ran through me as I watched her sleep. She must have sensed my presence because she woke up within a few minutes. There was no way that I could send her away without feeling her one last time.
And so, I had. I’d fucked her so raw and so hard before I kicked her out of my home and out of my heart.
Shantel removes the tassels from her tits and pulls my head down to taste them. I think about how two other people did the same thing I was doing not even two hours ago, and I pull back.
She bites her bottom lip and slides off my lap, kneeling before me. My stomach turns at the thought of being with another woman who isn’t Princesa. But I have to. I have to fuck her out of my mind and my heart.
Sourness has been a constant companion since yesterday morning. I knew from the moment Nikolaus Galanis told me about Princesa that something was wrong, but I chose not to confront her. Instead, I continued to drown myself in her presence until Izad could return the results of his investigation.
It felt good to have a woman in my arms, in my home, and in my heart once more. I didn’t want to let that feeling go.
How she and I immediately connected had been too good to be true. I’ve always trusted my instincts, and the one time that I chose to trust my . . . can’t say my heart, but it wasn’t my dick either. I’m not sure what about her made me move the way I did, but it failed me.
The only way to get past this betrayal is to immerse myself in the one thing that drives me: kink and pain.
Flying to Switzerland was a no-brainer. Shantel was excited to hear that I would be here earlier than scheduled.
“Dominio,” she purrs, kneeling before me with her hands on my zipper. “I am your stress reliever.”
My hands wrap in her long, dark hair to pull her closer.
Her hands are on my cock, and her mouth surrounds me, but I feel nothing inside. I’m empty. Shantel knows how to please me and can withstand the pain I dish out. Does she love it? No. But she tolerates it well without complaint. That’s more than I can say for most of them.
I close my eyes, trying to drown out my problems and indulge in Shantel sucking me off, but all I can see is Camila when I close my eyes. Or is it Anyssa?
Fuck! Why did Princesa lie to me?
I release Shantel’s hair, pushing her away.
“What’s the problem, Dominio?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“ He is in the mood,” she purrs, closing her mouth over me and sucking hard.
I close my eyes again, but I still can’t concentrate. Shantel looks up at me compassionately.
She licks the head of my dick and then tucks it away, zipping me up. Standing before me with her glistening pussy and proud, naked breasts, she places her hands on her hips.
“I’m sorry . . . It’s not you.”
“Oh, I know that it’s not me. I am a beautiful woman with a wet pussy waiting to fuck you, and your cock is ready, but you cannot get your mind on me. Must be some woman, no?”
I smile at her and pull her onto the couch beside me in my hotel suite.
“Why are women such beautiful manipulators, Shantel?”
“It is what we were born to do. It’s a gift to get a man to cater to us and give us whatever we desire whenever we get a whim.”
“There must be some beautiful, nonmanipulative women out there, right?” I ask, pressing my fingers to my temple.
She chuckles, runs her hand down my chest, and says, “Sure. Just like there are men who can resist dripping-wet pussies.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my embrace. She leans into me, and we sit on the couch and drink as I reminisce over the last couple of weeks.
I was just considering letting my guard down and letting Princesa into my world. I pretty much had. Over the last four days, my social media manager had brought to my attention pictures posted online that were linked to our resort.
Pictures of the vineyard, the formal gardens, the hotel itself from a distance, and even the nude beach. Luckily it was late enough in the evening and far enough away that you couldn’t make out the faces of the people there, but it was enough to be damning.
People spent a small fortune to get the discretion that my resort offered. Thank God there were no pictures of the spa or BoDSMe.
I couldn’t imagine who would do such a thing because all the guests had been here several times before. Not once has anything like this occurred. Princesa flashed in my mind because she was a first-time guest, but I waved it away.
I’ve always been a great judge of character and have never once been wrong. Could I have been so blinded by my feelings for her that I’d misjudged her so greatly?
Here, I sit with a beautiful woman I know and am comfortable with. She’s ready to do anything that pleases me, but I can’t get my mind off a scandalous, lying, manipulating woman.
What the hell is wrong with me?