55. Arabella
55
Arabella
W e arrived at Gravity about fifteen minutes ago. Ryker walked me to a door and ordered me to kneel and wait for him. I’m never more at ease than when I’m with him or doing something that makes me think of him. He’s my center. My rock. But I can’t shake the anxiety vibrating its way through my body as I follow his order.
So here I wait… with my palms resting gently on my thighs, eyes cast downward so I don’t accidentally break a rule and look someone in the eye. I don’t know where he went or when he’s coming back, but his absence is palpable. Members are stirring around the room, but all I can see are their feet.
There was a time, where this would have been impossible for me. I’ve never loved my body and the vulnerability of almost full exposure would’ve been too much. The judgment. The looks. No thank you. It wasn’t until very recently that I’ve started to feel more comfortable in my own skin. He loves my curves, so I can too.
His love of my body is obvious in the outfit he chose. The red lace corset leaves little to the imagination with its shelf bra, leaving my tits a light breeze away from spilling over the edge, along with matching thigh highs and garter belt. He also locked me in a thick red collar with an o-ring at the front and back. It’s the first time he’s had me wear one, and I love that anyone who sees me, will know that I’m spoken for. The piece he most noticeably did not include are my panties. Meaning, I'm kneeling in an open space, in front of a shit ton of strangers, with my pussy out. My vagina didn't get the memo about how wrong it is though. She’s already leaking onto the floor.
“Good evening, Arabella.” Shiny black dress shoes appear in my eyeline. Hayes. I’d know that voice anywhere. Fighting every instinct I have, I remain silent and manage to not look up at him. “Ryker sent me to let you know he’ll be here in about five minutes. Is there anything you need?”
Don’t look at him.
Don’t respond to him.
He’s my boss and it feels rude to ignore him, but I’m nothing if not determined to follow the rules Ryker’s set for the evening.
“O–kayyy,” he draws out each letter, unsure of what to say next. “I’ll go, then. Let me know if you need anything.”
And then, almost as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone.
Ryker
I gave her specific rules tonight for a couple reasons.
Partly, to test her. And test her, I am.
I left her at the door to the room I’m about to use her in and she’s sitting there wearing practically nothing. My good girl hasn’t looked up once, despite all the people wandering around her. I even sent Hayes to test her, although he didn’t know that. I just asked him to relay a message and see if she needs anything. I watched her from the other side of the room as she said nothing to him, maintaining her composure so well.
Frankly, I’m impressed.
I know she’s obedient and good, but even the most seasoned subs will react purely on instinct when spoken to. I’ll admit it has me dying to get my hands on her. My dick definitely wants a piece, but he’ll have to wait.
“You testing her or something?” Hayes asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. “She didn’t even budge when I talked to her.”
I stand up and pat my best friend on the shoulder. “Something like that. Thanks for the help.”
Time to get our evening started.
Walking right up to my gorgeous girl, I stand there for a good sixty seconds without speaking.
Not even a muscle twitch.
I reach down to pet her on the head, “You’re being such a good girl for me, Bella.” My heart skips a beat at how genuinely good she is. “I hope you’re ready for what’s about to happen, because I sure as hell can’t fucking wait.”
Most of what I need, I’ve already set up in the room, but the piece I need now is in my pocket. The leash has been burning a hole in my pocket. Pulling it out, I attach it to the o-ring at the back of her collar. Putting that collar on her earlier sent a rush of overwhelming emotions through me that I wasn’t expecting. I’ll admit I imagined putting her in a permanent one, so I could claim her as mine forever.
“I want you to crawl, on your hands and knees, into the room.” Her breath hitches as I open the door and lead her through. She bends over to place her hands on the floor and I lose my breath. My dick is definitely awake now, knocking on my zipper to get at her.
I left her without the option of panties for a very specific reason, and the current show her pussy is putting on for the whole club to see, should have me rushing to cover her up.
But I want them to see.
I want them to see and know that this gloriously soaked cunt… is mine.
They may get to see it from time to time, but they’ll never get to touch what belongs to me.
This room is one of our largest, with a king size bed against the back wall and a toy chest I’ve had positioned to the side with everything I need for tonight. “Stop there and don’t move,” I order. She halts at my instruction as I move to stand in front of her. “Look at me.”
She hesitates, but does as I say.
I’m just out of reach. She can’t touch me, but I also can’t touch her. Whose punishment is this again? I’ve intentionally left her exposed and vulnerable. I want her to feel everything, without the usual comforts she uses to avoid the feelings that make her uneasy.
“Whatever happens here tonight, you have your safeword. Nothing has changed. I still expect you to use it if you need to. Understood?” She doesn’t answer. Interesting. “You may speak if I’m asking you a direct question.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good. Let’s get started then.”