Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) by Dakota Trace Page A

knees.
    “Now present them to Master Yangchi. I will deal with your punishment later.”
    Swallowing roughly, she went to stand when Caelan’s hands landed on her shoulders.
    “N o. Crawl, in this club slaves only walk when on a leash.”
    “Yes, Mái ster. ” Moving slowly across the floor, she laid the small white thong at the man’s feet. Keeping her head bowed she waited for him to accept her offering. After several tense moments ther e was a sharp bark of Japanese before the woman next to him retrieved the underwear. Holding her breath , she waited for Ma ster’s next command.
    “Thank you, slave.” Master Yangchi voice was cool. With her head bowed she assumed the woman had given him the thong. A moment later , she felt pressure against her collar and a resulting snick.
    “Come, slave.” A slight tug on the leash had her rising slowly to her feet. Uncertainty filled her. Where is my loving Mái ster at? Why is he being so cold? Following her tall, dark Master and the other couple, she kept her gaze focused on the floor, trusting Caelan to keep from running her into any objects.
    When they finally came to a stop, she peeked through her eyelashes. A gasp escaped her. In the middle of the room, there was a raised platform. In the center , a man was in the process of securing a woman with thick ropes. She was suspended several feet above the ground. Her body was ar ched back in sensual curve remind ing her of the long ago picture she’d found on Caelan’s camera.
    “Beautiful.” The low rumble of Máister ’s approval had her flinching.
    Damnit! I should’ve realized he wouldn’t let this issue rest. Even though she knew he’d never hurt her, she’d freaked each time he’d tried to suspend her. It’d gotten so bad, she’d begged him to let Sara, his former volunteer , replace her in the advanced shibari classes he was preparing to resume once they returned from their trip. It’d torn her up to offer but her fear consumed her every time her toes had left the floor.
    “Come on, slave.” Another tug on the leash had her moving closer to the platform. Standing a few feet behind him, she barely noticed the scattered pillows around the platform until she was tugged forward. A sigh of pleasure escaped her while she watched him sink gracefully onto one of the long and thickly padded silk pillows. Even upset with him, he’s still the most graceful and beautiful man I’ve ever met.
    “Down.”
    Before he could tug again on the leash, she sank to her knees on the hardwood floor next to him. Keeping her head lowered, she missed his frown until he lifted her chin. “No, not there.” A flush built as she finally noticed that the other slaves were propped on the pillows with their Masters. Scrambling quickly up next to him, she missed the look of contempt from the slave with Master Yangchi.
    “Good girl.” His hand brushed over her bowed head. When she continued to gaze at the floor, Caelan frowned. “Relax, grá.”
    My love. Anguish filled her as his pet name for her hit her ears. “I can’t, this reminds me of how I’ve failed you, Máister .”
    His hand abruptly lifted her chin. When her dark green eyes met his amber ones, her heart stopped before resuming a hard beating rhythm. “You haven’t failed me. If anything I’ve failed you. We came here to see if Master Yangchi could guide me in helping you get over your fear of suspension.”
    Her heart melted as she witnessed the love she knew he possessed for her. “You did this for me, Máister ?”
    “Of course.” He nuzzled her head. “Master Yangchi is a very disciplined and experienced Master. I learned everything I know about shibari from him. If there is anyone who will be able to help us, he’ll be the one.”
    She opened her mouth to ask another question when a sudden hush fell over the crowd. Glancing back to the platform, she realized the other Master and slave were now gone. In their place w ere Master Yangchi and another incredibly