The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room by J. P. Barnaby Read Free Book Online

give it to him. Finally, he was finished, and he walked away without a word. I looked up at Lexi, but she was looking down.
    I watched, unmoving as Master Ethan walked to the wall and pulled the lever to let Lexi down. When she had been lowered to the ground, he took the hook and secured it to the wall once again. Carefully, he untied each of her legs and rubbed her calves and thighs. Then, he untied her wrists and tossed the ropes to the side. He took her hands gingerly in his, and rubbed first her hands, and then her wrists. Continuing with his soft massage, he rubbed her arms, and then her shoulders. This would be me if I hadn’t disgraced myself; I would be rubbed and given affection, instead of lying across this damned piece of wood humiliated and alone. When he was finished with Lexi, she assumed her standard position. He turned her so that she was facing a blank expanse of wall away from the equipment.
    Then, I felt myself being untied. He started with my legs, but he didn’t rub them as he did Lexi’s, because I was disgraced and wasn’t to be allowed such kindness. After he untied my hips, he dropped the ropes to the floor, next my chest was released, and then, he moved to my hands. I didn’t dare move once I was free; I lay across the padding completely still.
    “Get up,” he said, and I noticed that he didn’t even bother to call me by name. He pushed me over to the wall that Lexi was currently watching. “Put your hands on that wall.” I pressed my palms to the wall, and he pulled my legs back and apart. I stood there waiting silently.
    The blows were swift and decisive. Repeatedly, I felt something strike my back, my buttocks, and my legs. The pain was tolerable, and not once did I move. I deserved every bit of what I was getting, for I had failed him. When he had finished, my skin was on fire, my head was down, and I was panting wildly.
    “Go,” was all he said to me. Again, I felt the lump rise in my throat, and the tears were falling before I even reached my room. Infuriated with myself, I ran into it and slammed the door. Looking in the bathroom mirror was a mistake; I could see the remains of his semen on my face. Grabbing a wash cloth from the cabinet, I wet it down, and scrubbed my face. I tried to get a hold of myself, and reached over to turn on the shower. When I went to remove my cuff, I realized that it was still in the room. I felt the weight of its absence. Would I get it back? Did I deserve to get it back? When the water was warm enough, I stepped in the shower. As I stood under the spray, I felt the suffocation of my disappointment crash over me. I sank to the bottom of the shower, my back against the cold tile wall and pulled my knees up to my chest, I pressed my forehead to them.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
     
    I awoke slowly, my mind and body felt unusually heavy. The physical and emotional events from the previous night had taken so much out of me. Once I finally got a handle on my emotions, I had fallen exhausted into bed, and for that, I was grateful. I did not want to lie awake replaying those images in my mind – my failure, Ethan’s rebuke, or the punishment. Rolling over, I remained in bed, fearing the time when I would have to face Ethan. Would he return my cuff and allow me to continue to serve him? In the light of a new day, I have to admit my surprise at the emotion brought about by the loss of my leather cuff. How had I come to need it, to need him, so quickly? Since I’ve known him, there has been a place – a secret and dark place, in my soul that has been opened. It is a hole that can only be filled with my willing subservience. This is my life now. No matter what kind of pain or humiliation I may endure because of it, I had past the point of no return.
    Then my thoughts turned to my fate. What did Ethan think about my behavior last night? Did he regret his decision to take me on as a sub? Would he release me? That thought, even though this was all new to