1. Other Colors -- Ch.16


    Date: 12/23/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    mistake of seeing something that I couldn’t unsee. Or perhaps I did realize it, but wasn’t willing to admit to myself that I too might be more than just a little bit kinky. Truly though, it was a testament to the ways in which he was already corrupting me that for one disturbingly stirring split second, I thought for certain I was about to see him masturbate to the scent of me. What he really did, thank God, was hardly so sordid. He sank down into his chair, rubbing his temples with two hands. He took a thick folder from his briefcase, opened it, and dialed a number from the black handset on his desk. No one answered. He left a dry message in the impenetrably specific language of his trade. Whatever that is… I frowned. Something to do with diamonds? He hung up, and made another call, rubbing his eyes again while it rang. God, look at him… I bit my lip. He’s exhausted. And in all reality, so was I. Hardly a moment ago, when he had me half-nude in his arms, I would’ve let him do what he liked with me. I would’ve welcomed it—even begged. Yet now, as my nerves, and heart, and bloodstream full of catecholamines receded back to their drowsy baselines, I had to struggle just to operate whichever obscure little muscles were meant to keep my eyelids open. He said he’d traumatized me enough for one night. I didn’t believe him at the time. But now, shambling sleepily back toward my little room, I understood that had he taken things much further with me, there was every chance in hell ...
    that I might have fallen to pieces in the middle of it. I marveled at him. I couldn’t help it; as tintypes of our evening turned round in my head like the cells of some dissolute zoetrope. His touch was always enough to break me, but it was never quite enough to shatter. I’d only just mounted the stair head when I stopped short, and groaned. Tabarnac. My face sank. That damn Danaë ... I glanced over the balustrade, and down into the darkened foyer. He wouldn’t, though… He wouldn’t really burn it, would he? I didn’t want to think him capable of it. But I also wasn’t willing to take any chances. If I trusted nothing else that he said to me, I would always trust him to follow through with his threats. So I descended, sliding my palm along the cool, stone bannister. The halls downstairs were filled floor to ceiling ominous and shifting shadows. Predictably, everything about the place looked infinitely more eerie to me than it did in the daylight. I crossed my arms tightly, scanning the white eyes of each the denuded woman on the walls, searching out the one I was there to kidnap. I took me longer than I would’ve liked, but I found her. I clenched my jaw, and stood on my toes to free the gilt frame from its mount. It came loose, and I very nearly toppled over underneath it. The frame was far heavier than I’d expected. I was in process of wrestling it back down the hallway, when I heard some footsteps somewhere behind me, and stopped. “...Jules?” I spun, and called quietly in the ...