{ #5 } Eclipse Of The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 52 - ... And A Piercing

Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 52
... And A Piercing

Wednesday 14 January 2004

"Playroom. Naked. Now."

Wiping my left cheek where a treacherous tear dared to venture, I head upstairs with Ivan in my tracks. He remains silent, standing by the entrance while I quickly yet shakily strip off my clothes. I don't need to anger him further, so instead of discarding everything on the floor like I often do, I fold each of my sweatshirt, jeans, socks, briefs and tee-shirt neatly and lay them on the chest of drawers before I walk back to the center, drop to my knees and get into an apology posture.

My cock has never been so limp before, the poor thing laying grievously between my spread legs. My bare butt is enjoying what are probably its last minutes of painless comfort and my nails are itching to dig into the skin of my thighs. Ivan's silence is killing me, but somehow, even if I know he wouldn't, I'm relieved he hasn't ordered me to pack my things and leave his house. I'm ready to take anything provided he keeps me as his Submissive.

"Go to stand beneath the grid."

His icy voice makes me cower, but I quickly rise to my feet and abide by his request. Once there, it only takes him a few minutes to have my ankles and wrists secured within padded cuffs that he attaches to chains hanging from the ceiling and rings embedded in the floor, leaving me spread-eagled with my arms and legs fully stretched.

"Open your mouth," he orders, and as I do so, he carefully examines the piercer's work, grunting and snorting occasionally. "Looks okay. Doesn't seem to be any damage at least."

Follow long minutes of silence with Ivan pacing around me, and each time he reaches my left side, he slows down even more, probably observing the ink on my left hip, until he stops and tucks a small device with a button in my left hand.

"I'm sorry, Master..."

"I'm sure you are," he replies dryly.

"Please, punish me... I'll take anything and..." I begin to say, but some sort of soft and leather-padded cushion is immediately shoved between my teeth, and its straps quickly circle around my head to be buckled at the back.

"That, you will. I have a lot of self-control, Pet," he eventually says, standing far enough from me and the words seething from his mouth send unpleasant tingles down my spine. "But I'm far too pissed right now to deal with you. I need to calm down first before I do a mistake. I don't want to hear you, so..."

"Please, Master!" I scream, but my words come out unintelligibly.

"I don't want to hear you just yet," he growls. "I'm going to go calm down downstairs, clear my thoughts out, and you'll stay here in this position. I trust you're smart enough to use this time to ponder on what you did because deep down, you know you fucked up. If you start feeling faint or can't take it anymore, just press that button and I'll come back. Otherwise, I'll return once I've decided on your punishment."

With that, he turns around and leaves, only to walk back in seconds later, with the same furious expression on his face.

"You're screwed, Pet. You're fucking screwed."

As if I didn't know that already.

Tears are pouring down my cheeks now, but it's not out of fear for my impending punishment. There's no regret either. If I could turn back time, I would proceed exactly the same way. I would have that tattoo because it's something I have wanted for a long time, even before I ran away from New Jersey. The drawing is a perfect symbol of who I am and the people I cherish the most. The moon has always fascinated me with her beauty, my friends – and Ivan – are like precious diamonds I want to protect, even if for now, they are stars gravitating around me.