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Other Colors -- Ch. 18

Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

never told anyone else?” He made no answer, but by the rasp of his breath, I knew he was listening. “Little Penny Foster,” I blushed until it burned, “liked getting tied up.” He spoke, his voice drawn tight as a guy-wire, “…Is that so?” “I don't know what it was, really,” I shut my eyes. “With the other kids. Whenever we played Neverland, I'd make myself Tiger Lily—just to be the girl who gets tied to the anchor.” With my free hand, I pressed my fingertips deep into my temple. “In Camelot, I was Guinevere. I'd get myself captured by Mordred. Rapunzel, up in her tower. Belle locked up in the Beast's château .” I felt flames licking at my cheeks, “I just—I liked it. The way it felt. The frayed, fuzzy jump rope. The little marks it made on my wrists and ankles." I broke off, and bit my lip. My heart was racing beneath my breast, and my chest and palms had beaded over in a cool, crystalline sweat. Pan, God of panic. Who made his pipes out of poor Syrinx… I had no idea, really, where I was heading with this. Admittedly, it was far from my darkest secret, but it was still much more of me than I’d intended to reveal that evening. “You’re right,” I slid myself to the edge of his chair, "I’m not ‘experienced’. But don't flatter yourself. I didn't just agree to this because I was afraid to tell you ‘no’.” I tried hard to keep my voice from shaking, “I like it. At least, I think I do…” My toes curled up underneath his desk, “But either way, I'll run from you when I'm good and ready, ... Dmitri. I promise.” Once more, he was silent. I waited a little longer; pins and needles nettling my skin. “Are you,” I stammered, “are you still there?” “I am,” he answered stormily. “I was just wondering.” “…Wondering?” “I was wondering,” he leered, “whether I still have my old jump rope stashed away in the cellar.” The blood froze beneath my skin. ‘ Charlie Chaplin went to France, to teach the ladies how to dance.’ I choked, “I wouldn't have taken you for the double Dutch type, sir.” “Your young Dmitri used to box.” Of course. My lips tensed into a lopsided grimace. “I was wondering also,” he went on darkly, “Do you know the meaning of the word ‘enthrall’? The real one?” “Like um, to rivet? Or beguile?” I bit my lip, “Captivate, I guess.” “From the Old English, ‘þræl’, Penny . To put in moral or mental bondage. To enslave.” I swallowed thickly, unable to speak. “If you find yourself something less than enthralled by being at Lacoste—by being in my service—this may become very onerous for you when I return. I won't hold back any longer. Even if I wanted to, I'm not convinced that I could.” He seethed, “you madden me, Miss Foster.” I blushed, and my hands began shaking. À la folie à deux . Pas du tout… You madden me too, Monsieur. “When you return,” I repeated him airily. “You’ll really be away all week?” “My flight is Thursday,” he sounded restless. “If I boiled the ocean, I could walk back tonight.” I smirked weakly. The sentiment was as sweet as it was unsettling. “I'd like ...