Nobody's Hero by Kallypso Masters Page A

was private in a
BDSM Club, she’d learned since being hired here. She’d also seen
Cassie’s odd glances at the dinner table when Karla had cursed
under her breath the times she’d messed up and not looked to Adam
for permission before starting to eat or drink. She'd hoped Cassie
didn’t think she was cursing her wonderful meal, though. It seemed
everyone could cook like a pro, except her. Now cooking was one of
the duties Master Adam expected of her.
    But she needn’t worry about being seen here
by Cassie. Her sexually repressed friend wouldn’t be caught dead in
this part of the house, even on nights like tonight when everything
was quiet. Karla looked at the dark, empty stage. She’d missed
several performances while Adam was recovering but figured she’d be
up there again tonight. Fridays were their busiest nights.
    Her heart pounded as she anticipated having
Master Adam’s big, strong hands on her again. Where should she
wait? Should she kneel, sit, stand? There were so many things she
wasn’t sure about in pleasing him as a slave. She really should
have asked more questions, and wished Adam was more forthcoming
about what he wanted and expected.
    Kneel for him .
    The voice in her head was becoming quite
familiar; it gave her the direction she needed. She looked around
the room and decided the rope station would be the logical place to
wait. She crossed to the darkened corner where a large steel ring
looking like the ones used by male gymnasts was suspended from a
ceiling beam.
    Nearby, short wall shelves held a number of
various-hued ropes of multiple thicknesses. A black curtain hung
from the bottom shelf. They didn’t look scratchy like twine or some
other types of rope might be, but were smooth and silky looking.
She couldn’t help but reach out and touch one bundle. Soft and
silky, indeed. She felt her nipples growing tighter just thinking
about the rope against her skin.
    Would Adam bind her over her blouse or ask
her to strip? She’d seen some Shibari-demonstration videos on the
internet that usually involved a clothed woman. She’d find out soon
enough. Knowing he would be here at any moment, she went to the
large, square cushioned pad on the floor underneath the dangling
ring and knelt. She knew how to assume the position, head down,
gaze on the floor in front of her. Perfect. She hoped.
    She waited in what she hoped her Master would
find as pleasing as the Doms found it to be with their subs. Only
she was a slave waiting for her Master to arrive and take her in
hand. Was she supposed to pose differently?
    The time stretched out, and she wondered if
he would see her kneeling here in this dark corner. Nervous, she
glanced up and across the great room to find Master Adam standing
near the center post, staring at her. He wore shiny black leathers
and a black vest, his muscled chest otherwise bare.
    Ka-thunk . She could see from the bulge
in the front of his leathers that he liked what he saw and felt a
warm glow seep into her bones. Without meeting his gaze, she
returned hers to the floor in front of her.
    And waited.
    Why didn’t he come over to her? Was she doing
something wrong? Insecurity assailed her, and she felt her
confidence drifting away. Pleasing Master Adam was all she’d ever
wanted to do. But what if she couldn’t be what he wanted?
    Please, Sir. Accept me as I am.
    His body’s warmth reached her first, and she
felt him kneel behind her on the mat. His arms came around her,
large hands cupping her breasts as he nuzzled her neck. “I told you
to wait for me here, but I didn’t give you permission to kneel. You
were to wait for my instructions.”
    But the voice… Oh, yeah, tell him you’re
hearing voices, Kitty .
    She’d displeased him, even though she hadn’t
meant to. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better next time.”
    “Yes, I’m sure you will.” He trailed kisses
down the column of her neck. “But it’s fucking hard for me to be
upset when you looked so beautifully