Ocean Of Need

23 🔥🔥🔥 Exhibition

7th May Continued...

Your hand wraps around my upper arm, pulling me out of the cage. Roxy dodges around both of us, trying to get to the stairs, but you grab her wrist and say something close to her ear. She puts her free hand up in front of her chest, shaking her head, but she's laughing now, so I think everything must be ok.

Maybe she thought you were upset about me? I mean... you looked upset...but now we're all smiling...she's turning away... walking down the stairs... and I'm left with you.

You smile down at me. Kiss me tenderly. Making me forget all my fear, and remember you. The you from the room. My you.

'Will you allow me to exhibit you like the piece of art you are, Lilah? Will you let me show you off?' Your voice is low, gravelly, gentle. It's not your bossy voice, not your Sir voice. It's a tone I haven't heard before.

The tone makes me forget how annoyed I am with you for disappearing for four days. Forget to question why you're here, or what you've been doing, or why you couldn't have contacted me to let me know you're ok.

I whisper, 'Yes,' into your mouth, and somehow you hear my, "Yes" above all the noise and calamity of the club.

'Are you high, Little Pet, did Roxy give you something?' There's a little grit in your voice and a tightening of your jaw as you ask, but maybe that's just because it's hard to be heard in all this chaos.

'I took a pill, hours ago. It's worn off now.'

'You're sure?'

I nod, then remember to use my words before you have to correct me. 'Yes I'm sure. I'm absolutely sure.'

'And you want to do this? You want to get in the cage with me and put on a show?'

'Yes, Mac. I absolutely want to get in this cage with you and put on a show.'

'Good girl,' you nod and peel my t-shirt off, then slide my skirt down. Leaving me in my bra, knickers and high-heeled boots.

You lift me into the cage, follow me inside. There is nowhere to hide inside the cage, and I cross my arms over my ribs, covering myself. Suddenly I feel unsure. I look at all the beautiful people dancing in fluid movements below us. Compared to most of them, I'm over-dressed, but still I feel exposed.

I feel your gaze on me and turn to you. Your eyes sparkle, burn, ignites something in me, and then you say, 'You are stunning, Little Pet. You just became my most beautiful art work.'

My spine straightens in response to your words. You take my hand and wrap it around your waist, as you wrap your other hand around the back of my neck, pull me close and kiss me. The kiss is so long, and so gentle that I forget where I am. When you draw back, we are already swinging in the cage, high up in the air.

You pull my pony tail upwards, forcing me to look down at the faces below. Some of them are looking back up at me, some watching each other.

The way they're looking at me doesn't make me feel like prey anymore. Now that I'm with you I feel adored, by them, and by you. When you pull my head back to look at you, the look of adoration is in your eyes, and now, a pair of handcuffs is swinging from your fingers.

'Are you ready to put on a show, Little Pet?'

My clit pulses, heart speeds up, and I say, 'Yes please, Sir.'

'Good girl.'

You pull my wrists in front of me, click the cuffs around them and push my arms above my head. Linking the chain of the cuffs onto a hook, that's attached to a chain, that's attached to the top of the cage.