Absolute Silence

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“I’m going to teach you to be my perfect slave,” the man stated plainly just inches from her. “You’ll beg to please me.” His hand reached for her curls at the apex of her thighs, stroking her slow but firmly. The woman whimpered, fear colliding with pleasure. It felt so taboo to be watching such an intimate scene. Despite the crowd and open stage, the performance seemed shockingly real and fascinatingly raw. The man cooed at the woman, reassuring her that she was allowed to enjoy his touch. “You’ll come to crave this. My c**k in your throat. My c*m dripping from your skin.” He continued his rhythmic motions, causing her breath to catch and shudder. She appeared torn. His actions brought her immense pleasure when she knew they shouldn’t. I understood her conflict. It was like being s*****d and bitten. Those things shouldn’t have felt as good as they did. Sometimes enjoyment came from the most unlikely sources. The man squeezed her breast, twisting her n****e, and I could almost feel the delicious friction in my own breasts. Hearing the sounds and seeing their bodies react, I found it was easy to imagine myself in her position. “When I tell you to suck me, you will salivate at the chance. When I tell you to spread your legs for me, you will ask how wide.” “No, never,” she gasped, shaking her head. A dark chuckle rolled from his lips. “But, kitten, if you don’t, there will be consequences. You should choose your battles wisely.” He stepped back, his hand leaving her mound. “We’ll start simple.” He towered over her by nearly a foot and appeared to enjoy the disparity. The crackling tension in the room mounted with heady anticipation. No one made a sound save for the woman’s affected breaths. “Kneel,” he said firmly. Her eyes darted around, looking for a way to escape. Finding none, she met his gaze and shook her head reluctantly. The man crossed his arms over his broad chest and glared at her, his eyes traveling down her lithe frame. “Kneel.” This time, there was an iron force to his order. A threat and a promise. The woman still refused to concede. “No, please don’t do this, Matthew.” The use of his name enraged him. He slammed his hands on the table beside him with a thunderous clap against the wood, and roared, “Kneel!” It happened so quickly that I could hardly believe what I’d done. The scene had been too engrossing, and the memories too real. My reaction was visceral. On instinct, my knees dropped me to the floor with a c***k. My heart raced in my chest. My vision blurred as my breaths became shaky pants. What had I done? Had I just ruined everything? I warily lifted my gaze to where Filip stared down at me in horrified shock. OceanofPDF.com 11 OceanofPDF.com FILIP I’d been curious how Camilla would respond to a scene involving questionable consent. It was a hard limit for many women. I could tell by her wide eyes and shallow breaths that she’d been engrossed, but I never imagined what she’d do next. The second the command to kneel had ricocheted through the room, Camilla was instantly on her knees as if she were the one on stage. A response so innate, it implied a degree of conditioning. What other explanation was there? Someone could scream all sorts of commands at me, but not one would incite my compliance. Any number of women in that room had participated in submissive relationships or scenes, yet none of them had reacted as Camilla had. Not one. I was stunned. Confounded and horrified. When our eyes met, my heart twisted painfully in my chest. All of her characteristic strength had melted to a warm puddle of uncertainty and embarrassment. There on her knees, she’d never looked more innocent and broken. Two of the people on the couch in front of us turned back to see what had happened. The movement snapped me out of my shock and hurtled me into action. I lifted Camilla into my arms like a child and whisked her away to my room, away from prying eyes. Away from whatever memories had triggered her response. I set her on the chaise lounge before going to the window and drawing the curtain shut to make the room feel more private. It needed to be just us for the conversation that was about to take place. No crowded room of people and certainly no distracting k********g scene. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what … got into me.” She shook her head, eyes averted. Her voice was a wisp of its usual strength. I began to pace, battling a mounting sense of unease. I debated how to handle the situation, but before I could make any decisions, Camilla spoke and derailed my intentions to be patient and nurturing. Her claim of confusion appalled me. “You don’t know what got into you? Are you saying you have no idea why that happened?” I tried to keep my tone as calm and reasonable as possible, but I was reeling on the inside. “I just got so consumed in the scene … and the way he yelled … It was just intense, that’s all.” She shivered in recollection. Frustration seethed just under my skin. She was lying. There was no way that response wasn’t elicited by something from her past. “Camilla, you dropped to your knees like your life depended on it. That wasn’t a normal reaction.” Her eyes finally found mine, a spark of anger blistering behind those mocha irises. “Sometimes people have odd reactions to situations. You, of all people, should understand that.” “I never claimed my behavior lately was unfounded. I have my reasons. I want to know what the f**k would make you respond like you did. You said you didn’t have experience in an alternative, erotic lifestyle. I’m asking you one more time. Was that a lie?” That kind of stuff was important to know as her partner. If she had triggers or trauma from a past relationship, it was my job to be sensitive to those subjects. Camilla surged to her feet, now openly glaring at me. “Oh, so now I’m supposed to just bare my soul? You hardly explained anything about why you freaked out, but I’m supposed to spew all my secrets? I don’t think so. You haven’t come close to earning that.” I crowded her, my own fury blazing down on her. “If someone hurt you, I need to f*****g know.” “No, you don’t. My past is none of your f*****g business.” “What if I make it my business?” My voice went deathly calm, conviction crystalizing in my veins. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going to get answers.