He raises the transmitter to his mouth.
I clench my teeth, my eyes wide open. I’m breathing hard, my hands locked behind me.
I will do whatever he says, I remind myself, I will do whatever he says.
Even if he tells me to go home.
He’s about to speak, his face still locked in that frozen visage and half-smile. Then he laughs, turns sideways, raises the transmitter up to his mouth and says . . .
“Let’s play.”
I nod my head.
Oh my God!
Yes! The fire starts anew down below. He’s playing. I’ve gotten him to play! That was the hardest step.
“You’re a very dirty girl,” he says, “you’re naked, aren’t you?”
Wow, kudos to Karl Werz. Even the great Lukas Thorn can’t really tell that I’m naked.
“You realize what you’ve set yourself up for? You’re going to have to prove that to me, you know.”
I nod.
“You’re going to have to prove that to me in public.”
Oh God! The very thought sends me into delirium. Yes, I will. Yes, I’ll do anything. In front of anybody. To please you. Yes, I will. I so want you. I so want you to tell me to do horribly nasty things in front of other people. I so will do anything you ask. All you have to do is command me.
Just command me.
“I don’t know how you’re going to prove this to me yet, dirty girl, but I’ll figure it out soon.” He pauses, thinking about how to continue. “Drop to your knees.”
I don’t hesitate. On a busy street in front of a crowd of people, I drop to my knees.
“Place your hands behind your back like they’re bound. For all intents and purposes, they are bound. In your mind, I want you to feel the ropes that bind you. Can you feel them? Acknowledge me, dirty girl.”
I nod yes.
“Open your mouth wide,” he says. “Like you’re expecting a huge cock to be shoved down your throat at any moment and you so want it.”
I open my mouth wide.
“You do want it, don’t you?”
I nod.
“You love cock slamming into the back of your throat, don’t you?”
I nod.
Still wondering what his looks like, freed from the tight black denim that I’ve only experienced from him.
I nod and try to stretch my mouth open even more.
“Spread your legs,” he says, leaning on the very post that I did just a few minutes ago.
I spread my legs.
“Get your ass as close to the ground as possible.”
I do. Karl Werz was very clever. He painted many three-dimensional barnacles . . . or whatever the fuck they are . . . around my pussy lips. I’m not even sure if, even with my legs spread this wide on the hard concrete, that anyone can tell my girl is open and free to them.
But a couple of girls do.
“Oh my God,” I hear one of them say, as she drags her boyfriend away before he notices.
An old prude from the same lineage as the woman on the plane scoffs and says “Oh my!” dragging her clueless husband who stares at me open-mouthed.
“This will now be known as the Service Position,” says Lukas Thorn. “Nod to acknowledge.”
I nod.
“Oh, you’re delightful. Look at that wide open pussy. Just waiting to get eaten. And does it ever want to get eaten!”
Grrrrrrrrr. This man has no idea! No fucking idea how much this pussy needs to get eaten and stuffed to its fucking walls!
At that moment, out of the corner of my eye I see a police officer, moving toward me.
“Run!” says Lukas Thorn.
I leap up and start running.
“No, not that way! Left!”
I turn around and go left.
“There is a sandwich shop to the right of you. Duck into it and sit at a table. Put your head down like you’re eating a sandwich.”
I do exactly as he says. The police officer walks past me, looking around.
“Stay there,” says Lukas Thorn.
Soon I see him slowly walking past me. Without looking, he raises the transmitter and says, “Up. You haven’t proven to me that you’re naked yet.”
I leap up, out of the sandwich shop, and back over to the street.
“Stop,” he says. “Turn left.”
I’m not sure where he went. I don’t see him, but he must be able to see me. I follow his command.
“Turn right onto the cobblestone path.”
I’m heading into a dark alley, away from people. I trust that he knows where he’s leading me. Somehow I just know he wouldn’t hurt me.
“There is a door in the building to your right. It’s on a hinge. Just push it. It will open.”
How does he know this?
I do as I’m told. Sure enough, the ancient door swings open loudly on its squeaky hinge.
“Now, go to the other side of the room, assume Service Position, and await further commands.”
I do as I’m told, dropping to my knees on the hard concrete.
Chapter 14
I’m in what looks like an abandoned warehouse, but a very old one. Constructed from big gray bricks, 1800s or maybe even 1700s. Large floor to ceiling openings are covered by large wooden doors with slats. Many of the slats are knocked out or rotted away, allowing the light from the street in. A large section of the door to my right is missing. I can just make out people walking by on the busy main street. I see tourists passing by only inches from me on the other side.
The room fills with a feral presence, like the air pressure has changed.
It’s him. He’s here. I can’t help but glance to my left where I came in to see.
“Eyes forward and down,” he says. “In Service Position, you will always keep eyes forward and down while your mouth waits patiently for cock.”
The sharp command ignites my inner submissive slut. Oh my God, I love the filthiness of this. So abnormal. So deviant. So dirty.
I hear footsteps on the floor getting louder. A shimmering white catches the slatted light for a second in the corner of my eye. Must be that gorgeous flowing white shirt. Right now, I’d settle for a mouthful of the shirt alone.
I hear a beep in my ear. He turned the transmitter off.
Next thing I know he’s standing in front of me. Following instructions, I keep my head down and my eyes straight ahead.
“Good girl,” he says in that same evil tone that haunts my fantasies. “Very good girl.”
His hand reaches out to stroke my hair again. I shake, a sharp longing awakened at his touch. He twirls it in his fingers for a thousand years, then places his fingers under my chin to raise my face up.
“Look into my eyes.”
“If it pleases you, Director,” I say.
The recall of the phrase from our previous encounter, combined with the intense meeting of our eyes, triggers a look of shock on his face.
What is that?
Again, it’s like he’s figuring something out. Or is it recognition? He strokes my hair like he’s known me before. Did we meet in a previous life? Maybe we did. Maybe that’s why this bond is so strong between us. Maybe that’s why my life turned completely upside down the moment I first saw him in the airport back home with the Ray-Bans, absorbed in his iPad. I haven’t been the same person since.
What would Zander say if he could see me now? On my knees in an old abandoned warehouse in Nassau? Obeying the commands of a stranger?
We used to talk about sexual freedom and our dark desires. He was the only one I could really open up to about all that. I think he would be happy that I’m pursuing my sexual freedom, but probably concerned that I’m putting myself in danger.
But see, that’s the thing. I’m not putting myself in danger. I know danger, and while Lukas Thorn is unpredictable, commanding, and fiercely in control of the entire world around him, he exudes a vibe of protection much like Trevor . . . only darker and more feral. I feel the same sense of safety with him, but with an added special something that hovers in the recesses of my darkest yearnings.