Chapter Twelve
Raven
T he room is dark, illuminated only by the spotlight on one single station. The scent of leather, wood, and something else, something primal, fills the air. It’s quiet, almost too quiet, as if the dungeon itself is holding its breath in anticipation. The crowd stands in the shadows, watching us, waiting for the next move.
Jaxon moves behind me, guiding me to the center of the room, where a low, padded table awaits. Jasper stands in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine, steady and unflinching.
“Sit,” Jaxon commands, his voice soft but firm, carrying across the room.
I lower myself onto the table, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. The light catches the sharp angles of their faces as they exchange a brief glance, a silent communication passing between them like a well-rehearsed dance.
Jasper speaks next, his voice a low murmur. “Rope,” he commands, and Jaxon is instantly by his side, retrieving the thick, black cords from the nearby shelf. The tension in the air thickens as the crowd watches, eyes glued to the unfolding scene.
Jaxon and Jasper move in perfect harmony, their every action deliberate and calculated. Jaxon wraps the rope around my legs, securing them to the table with practiced ease, his hands gentle but firm, a strength that makes me feel vulnerable and safe at once. Then, he moves to my arms and secures them above my head.
Jasper steps closer, addressing the crowd for the first time, his tone authoritative. “You see this?” he asks, gesturing to me. “This is how you bind a body without breaking it. Every knot, every pull, is a promise: safety, trust, control.” His eyes flick to Jaxon, then back to me. “And it’s about power, yes. But it’s also about surrender. You don’t truly dominate someone until they give you their trust.”
I feel Jaxon’s hands on me, pulling the rope tight around my waist, and I gasp at the sensation. The ropes are firm but not painful, the pressure just enough to make me aware of every inch of my body.
“I know you don’t like to feel exposed,” Jasper continues, his voice softer now, more intimate, though it still carries the weight of command. “But trust us. You’re more beautiful than you know. And you’re stronger than you think.” His gaze lingers on me for a moment as if searching for something before he looks back at the crowd. “The Sub is the one in control. If you decide to gag your Sub, be sure to have a proper way for them to safe word out if they need to.”
Jaxon’s hands glide over my body, securing the final knot with a tug that makes me gasp again. I’m bound yet in control. There’s a strange feeling of power that rises inside me, even though I’ve surrendered myself to them.
“I’m going to gag you, sweetheart,” he whispers. “If you want it out of your mouth, simply blink twice. I will be looking at your face the entire time.”
The thought of being gagged scares the living crap out of me. But I nod. Opening my mouth, I accept the ball, and Jasper secures the straps behind my head. I’m okay, but I don’t think I like this one bit. I’ll have to remember to tell them later that being gaged like this is a hard pass.
Jasper steps closer, his hands hovering over my chest. His fingers graze lightly, and I shiver involuntarily. “This is going to feel tight, Pet,” he says softly. “But I promise it’ll be worth it.” His voice holds a promise—one that makes my pulse quicken.
As Jasper begins tying the first knot around my breasts, pulling the ropes just tight enough to make me gasp, Jaxon watches with a smirk. “You’re perfect, Raven,” he says, his eyes dark with something possessive. “This—this is what it’s all about. Trust. Control. And knowing when to push and when to pull back. It’s about knowing our Sub on every level. Which is why I’m removing this.”
Jaxon quickly removes the ball gag, and I smile in relief.
“Next time, tell us if you don’t like it, baby,” Jasper whispers. “If you don’t tell us, we might not figure it out.”
Stepping back, Jasper’s hands run over the ropes he’s secured around my breast, making subtle adjustments as he admires his work. His eyes are steady, but there’s a gleam of approval there. He turns his gaze to the crowd. “Watch closely. This is the art of submission and domination. The power in connection. The balance of control and vulnerability.”
“Can you remove her clothes?” someone asks, causing my heart to race.
“Not even if you begged beautifully like a Sub,” Jaxon laughs. “This body is for our viewing pleasure alone. Be grateful we’re allowing you to watch with her fully clothed.”
I glance at Jasper, who’s watching me with a steady gaze, his voice low as he addresses the crowd once more. “This is how you keep a Sub safe while you take control. It’s not about hurting them. It’s about understanding their limits and knowing where they can go. Knowing how to push them, how to make them feel desired, without taking away their sense of self.” He steps closer, his hand resting on my shoulder possessively. “This is about trust. We’re not just binding her body. We’re binding her heart. And when she trusts us fully, we own her in a way that words can’t describe.”
Jaxon nods, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority as he turns to the crowd. “Look at her,” he says, a slight growl in his voice. “Do you see her? Every movement, every breath she takes is a gift she’s giving to us. A gift that we cherish. That’s the respect we demand here. And when it’s done right, she’ll walk away knowing she’s not just a plaything but an equal in this dynamic.”
I swallow, the weight of their words sinking deep inside me as the ropes tighten. Each knot makes me feel more exposed, but it’s not just a physical vulnerability. It’s a mental one, too. And in that vulnerability, I start to realize how much I’m willing to trust them.
Jaxon leans over me, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “Now, we’re going to show them just how it’s done.”
“This is the essence of power and submission,” Jasper tells them. “Watch, learn, and understand what it means to truly take control of someone.”
The rest of the world fades away as they continue their demonstration. The crowd watches in silence, the tension palpable as every movement becomes part of the display. I’m the center of their attention, and while it feels strange at first, I begin to feel something else. Something powerful. Desire. A need that’s not just physical but deeply emotional, rooted in the trust they’ve built with me.
Jasper steps back to observe, his eyes scanning me critically before nodding in approval. “How does it feel?” he asks, his voice soft but laced with authority.
“Different,” I breathe, unsure how to describe the feeling of being bound yet still whole.
Jaxon’s hand brushes my cheek, his gaze never leaving mine. “When this is over, you’ll belong to us completely,” he says, his voice a promise, a challenge. “And you’ll never want to leave.”
Time slows, the room feeling heavy with anticipation as they continue their demonstration, the crowd hanging on their every word, every movement. It’s more than just a show. It’s a lesson in trust, power, and surrender.
“Now that she’s bound beautifully, we’re going to show you the proper way to secure her pussy. When your Sub is naked and vulnerable, every action must come from a place of care and intention,” Jasper says, his voice cutting through the thick silence of the room.
He pauses, his piercing gaze sweeping the crowd before turning back to me. “But in this case, there’s a reason she remains clothed. It’s not about her comfort alone. It’s about trust and boundaries.”
“And the fact that if another male sees her naked, I’ll break his fucking face,” Jaxon says, causing some of the men in the room to laugh.
Jasper leans in, his hands hovering over my waist as if waiting for my permission. “Pet, you’re in control. If you don’t want us to continue, say the word, and we’ll stop. Understand?”
I nod, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. Their unwavering attention feels like a lifeline, grounding me in the midst of the vulnerability I’ve willingly stepped into.
Jasper’s fingers lightly trace the ropes around my torso, ensuring the bindings are secure but not restrictive. “This,” he says to the crowd, “is a reminder that bondage is as much about freedom as it is about restraint. It’s about the release of control, about letting go and trusting someone to hold you, physically, emotionally, completely. It all boils down to trust. That’s the key component of this entire lifestyle.”
The intensity in the room grows as Jaxon steps forward with a small silk scarf in his hands. He meets my eyes, his expression softening. “This is for you,” he says, tying the scarf loosely around my eyes. “A symbol of trust—not too tight, not too loose, but just enough to remind you that you’re safe. If at any point you want it removed, say the word.”
I exhale slowly, the weight of the moment settling over me. They’re putting on a show, yes, but it’s not just for the crowd. This is for me, too.
Jasper addresses the room again, his tone commanding but intimate. “In every interaction, consent is paramount. Before you touch, before you bind, before you dominate, you must ask yourself: Does your Sub trust you? Does he or she feel safe in your hands?”
Jaxon adds, “And if the answer is no, you stop. No questions, no hesitation. Their safety is the foundation of this dynamic. Without it, there’s nothing.”
They work seamlessly, adjusting the ropes and ensuring my comfort as they explain each step to the captivated audience. Their words blend with their actions, creating a masterclass in respect, dominance, and submission.
Finally, the movement of the ropes stops. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you honor the gift of submission.” Jasper touches my cheek with a gentle caress, his voice softening. “How do you feel, Pet?”
For a moment, I’m speechless. The vulnerability, the trust, the connection…it’s overwhelming. “Safe,” I whisper finally, my voice trembling but firm. “I feel safe.”
Jasper removes the blindfold and smiles, a rare softness in his expression. “And that’s all that matters.”
“Also, a bit turned on,” I admit, much to the crowd’s amusement.
The crowd erupts into applause, their appreciation for the demonstration clear. But as Jasper and Jaxon untie the ropes, their focus shifts entirely to me. In this moment, the world fades away, and it’s just the three of us connected by something far deeper than the bonds that held me.
As Jaxon helps me to my feet, his hands steadying me, he leans in close. “You did beautifully, sweetheart. I couldn’t be prouder.”
Jasper nods, his hand brushing mine as he adds, “Tonight wasn’t just a demonstration. It was a declaration. You’re ours, and we’ll never let you forget it.”
The warmth in their words wraps around me like a second set of bindings, and for the first time, I truly believe it. I belong to them just as much as they belong to me.
Grabbing the ropes that bound me just moments before, Jasper says something that causes the music and lights to switch back to club mode. The next thing I know, I’m being tossed over Jaxon’s shoulder and rushed from the room.
“I can’t wait to taste that pussy that I know is dripping for us, sweetheart,” he says, causing a following Jasper to laugh.
What is the world have I gotten myself into?