His Slave

27. Content

"Where are we going?" I ask as he leads me back up to the fourth floor.

"You'll see," James replies vaguely. He guides me over to a set of black double doors that I noticed my first day here.

"We're going to have lots of fun in here," he breathes out, sending a shiver crawling down my spine. Oh. He's finally showing me his magical enchanted dungeon.

I'm a little nervous as he unlocks one of the doors, pushing it open to reveal a dark, twisted room with all kinds of torture devices. There's an actual whipping post, and a bed with manacles to restrain someone... among other things. Things I don't think I could describe if I tried.

"Oh," I breathe out as we enter the room. The lighting in the room is dark and moody, and as I glance around I realize it's almost like a dark, warped and twisted alternate reality of his own bedroom.

"What do you think?" James asks me as I take it all in.

"Uh.... it's intense," I admit. "And maybe a little intriguing." My last few words are so quiet they almost don't sound like they're mine.

He laughs. "I really do admire your blatant honesty," he tells me, kicking the door closed. I hear the lock click and I know I'm trapped. Shit.

"Uh, t-thank you, Master," I reply, trying hard not to stutter.

James smirks at me, taking a step towards me in that predatory way of his.

A bit of fear rises up inside of me. I try to back away, but then I realize he's still holding my hand.

He yanks me back towards him, wrapping his arm around my waist as he stares down at me.

"Don't you dare try to run from me," he says, his words playful and sensual, underlined with just a hint of warning.

"This will be fun." James lifts my hand to his lips, holding my wrist between his fingers as he presses a kiss to my palm and I wonder if he can tell that I'm shaking.

"If you think trembling is going to get you out of this, you're sadly mistaken, slave," he breathes out sensually before giving me that smile filled with wicked intentions.

"I like a little fear," he whispers to me, sending my heart fluttering.

I swallow hard. "Master," I gasp out, trying to fight off my panic. But it's not the bad kind of panic. This is different.

He pulls my body against his, staring down at me with those lust-filled violet eyes. "God, you're so adorable," he whispers to me.

"I-I am?" I say before I can stop myself, making him chuckle.

"Yes," he replies matter-of-factly as he strokes my hair. "Now, will you do something for me?" He asks, his arm still wrapped around my waist.

I absently stare up at him for a long moment before realizing he just asked me a question. "Um... maybe," I reply, my words barely a whisper.

"Will you strip for me?" He asks.

Strip. He wants me to let him see me naked. "I... uh," I stutter, trying to make sense of my feelings.

"I wanna see that lovely little body of yours," he breathes out, the tips of our noses touching.

Letting him see me naked wouldn't be so bad. He's seen me without my shirt already. Besides, I sucked him off earlier. It's not like we haven't already crossed that line.

"I don't really know how," I say, my words dripping with embarrassment.

James gives me that devilish smirk that sends my heart racing. "You don't have to do anything particularly sexy. You just have to take your clothes off."