Chapter 48 Master//Slave
Lana’s Point of View
Wait, am I fucking dreaming, or was Christian asking me if I had ever tied up a person?
A beat passed, but Christian said nothing to build up his point.
How do you even tie up a person?
For what reason?
I stumbled backward, my eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.
“I bought the ropes so that we can try it out here.” His cheeks flushed bright red, a contrast to his usual confident self.
Just seconds ago, he was being all dominant and all, threatening everyone, commanding me, and warning Xavier, but right now, it’s almost as if that side of Xavier never even existed to begin with.
Personally, I find this side of him very cute; he sucked in his lips, and I noticed he was kneading his fingers as well.
“Do you want to try it out?” He asked.
“I don’t understand,” I confessed, and then Christian walked towards the other side of the bed, carefully setting down the box in his hands, before gingerly walking back to me.
He resembled a cat.
One minute they lord around the house acting like they own everyone, the next minute, they are cuddling against your legs, begging to be pet, and following you everywhere.
“It’s called bondage.” My heart quickened in my chest when he suddenly answered. “The human mind is a complex thing. And dangerous things such as restraint, control, and force can arouse us.”
“People get aroused from bondage?” I blurted out, and he nodded. “Isn’t that dangerous? The ropes would cut off your blood circulation. How the hell are you supposed to get pleasure from that?”
My breath caught in my throat when, in response to my question, Christian’s hand suddenly shot towards my neck, catching me in his grip.
“Huh,” a soft, breathy moan escaped my lips when my eyes met his blue eyes.
His long, cold fingers were wrapped tightly around my neck, not too tight to cut off my air supply but firm enough to pull me in. With a commanding force, he yanked me closer, his face only a few inches away from mine, and my core twitched greedily.
I stiffened… shocked by the way my body responded.
“Something like this.” He whispered against my face, and goosebumps prickled on my skin. “I could show you more.”
He then unwrapped his fingers from my neck and stepped back slightly. My hands reached up to palm the skin around my neck. I secretly enjoyed the way his gaze pierced through me when he grabbed me.
“Do you feel pleasure from binding someone?” I asked curiously. “And how do you prevent the ropes from forming a scar?”
“As long as the ropes are not too tight,” He reached for the ropes, took them out of the box, and loosened them. “You can try it out on me first.”
He handed me the ropes and then walked past me, allowing me to study them. My gaze flickered back to the rope, and my fingers trembled with both excitement and uncertainty. I have never done something like this before, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.
“Christian.” I turned back, and my eyes widened when I noticed he had taken off his shirt. My heart exploded at the sight of his broad shoulders with chiseled muscles. He undid his belt, looking at me with a childlike grin.
“You like what you see, you dirty little perv.” He teased when he realized that I was ogling him. “For maximum sensation, there should be as few clothes as possible.”
“What are you doing?” I’m barely processing everything he was saying, well, and he wants me to get straight into action? “Getting ready to be tied up by my new mistress.” He answered, and with a swift thud, the pants he was wearing dropped into a puddle at his ankles, and he gingerly stepped out of them.
“Mistress?” I asked, still confused, but my heart thudded against my chest; I liked the ring to it, especially since it was coming from Christian.
“There are still a lot of things you’re not aware of, but I’ll make sure you understand what we are going to be doing here today.” He explained as he reached me again. “To make things easier, think of it like a master and a slave relationship.”
“What am I playing in this case?” I asked curiously, and he paused for a while.
“Since you’re going to be tying me up, you’re the master, and I’m the slave.” He grinned, and I felt my heart kick, because.
The son of a billionaire.
Christian Blackwood.
The rude, arrogant, and loud-mouthed jerk who bullied me for weeks and forced me to work for him… was going to be my slave.
“This is BDSM, right?” I queried because I had seen something like this in one dark romance book I borrowed from a friend.
“I knew you were smart.” He commended with a nod. “Since you know the concept of it, it’s going to save me from a lot of explaining.”
“I don’t know much,” I answered.
“You know how the power play works?” He asked, and I shrugged.
“Let’s go with what you know for now, since it’s our first time, we can learn from it.” “It’s your first time too?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Let’s begin.”
“Wait,” I called him sharply. “Shouldn’t we pick a safe word or something?”
“True.” He pointed at me. “You pick something.”
I thought hard and deep for a while, and then settled on something.
“Marshmallows.”
“Good enough. “He nodded. “How would you like to be addressed? Mistress? Lana?”
I shook my head, my eyes narrowed on him, looking at this very handsome boy, waiting for me to dominate him.
And I just can’t wait to show him the same things he does to me.
“Call me, master,” I told him with a smile, my grip around the ropes tightening.
“Yes, master.” He seemed very happy.
And right now, he resembles a golden retriever who was just told to fetch a ball. I can imagine him as a dog, wagging his tail happily at me.
“How would you like me to be positioned for the bonding?” He queried, and I thought about it, my eyes flickering to the bed.
“Usually, we would use the bed, since we are just starting.” He suggested.
“Did I ask you to speak?” I asked him curiously, and his mouth fell open for a minute before it closed again, and he shook his head, color spreading on his face.
He likes that… that dirty little bastard.
“A slave like you doesn’t get to use the bed.” And yes, this came from a place of malice. I was getting revenge for the way he treated me like his slave when I was still Alan. “Kneel.”