Chpt. 16 CPOV:
"Make it stop…" she begs again as the orgasm continues to hit her strong, the force of it likely causing her significant discomfort.
I slow my gliding fingers which are still inside of her warm pussy, trying to ease her down from the orgasm. Only a second later her body relaxes completely, even her hands are relaxed, no longer fisted as they were only seconds ago. Another small orgasm is triggered by her relaxed state, her walls convulse softly around me as she moans in pleasure. A quick glance up confirms what I expected, she's dropped into subspace for the first time. Fuck, I knew this was a chance with this scene but I had hoped it wouldn't happen here. My free hand glides over her, softly touching her everywhere I can reach from my position standing between her legs. My other hand slows inside of her, gently easing her down from the orgasm. I reach under her, removing the small butt plug from her body and place it in the small bag set inside of the play bag so it can be cleaned when we return to the room. I uncuff her ankles and wrists from the spanking bench, keeping an eye on Ana for any type of reaction but as I expect there isn't one.
"We have a room in the back that she can recover in," Master Brian says from behind me obviously recognizing the state Ana is in right now. "I can have someone carry her to the room-"
"I'll carry her," there's no way in hell I'm letting someone else touch Ana.
"Is everything in the bag?" he asks.
I take a quick glance around the room before confirming that we have everything. He pulls out a blanket from the small chest of drawers which until now I assumed only held toys and tools for a scene. I wrap the blanket around Ana before picking her up bridal style and following Brian off the stage. There's so much I want to say to her but with so many people around right now is not the time. As I walk off stage I nearly stop dead in my tracks when I see Elena sitting on one of the loveseats with a man between her legs obviously pleasuring her. Her eyes meet mine just as she grabs the guy's head and pushes him closer to her. I quickly catch up to Brian, disgust running through me that she just watched Ana and I scene. I don't know what it is about her that bothers me, but I don't trust her and want nothing to do with her.
"I'll come back in here in a little while and check on her," Brian steps to the side allowing me to walk into the small room.
"Thank you," I nod taking the toy bag from him.
I take in the small, quaint room which is not at all what I expected given the rest of the resort. The lights are dim and soft music is playing; nothing else can be heard once Brian closes the door. A twin bed is in the center of the room and off to the side is a small loveseat. I immediately head towards the chair; dropping the bag to the floor I sit down, keeping Ana on my lap close to me. I slip my hands under the blanket so I can feel her bare skin. I wrap one arm around her back and let my other hand glide over her smooth skin. I gently release the clips from her beautiful nipples and toss them into the bag; I gently massage them as blood rushes back to them. Ana softly moans against my chest, but otherwise doesn't give me any indication that removing them bothered her. I whisper to her, cautious that there could be cameras in the room, telling her how proud I am of how she did in the scene. There's so much more that I want to say to her, but I can't right now. I want to tell her how beautiful she looked in the outfit, how sexy she was when she responded to each one of my commands and how much I love her for what she's doing here for Kate.
I pause all my movements with that realization; I've always known that Ana would forever hold my heart but fuck…I'm not just still in love with Ana, but I've fallen even more in love with her in the past two weeks than I ever was. I love her, everything about her. I love how she embraced this mission even though it's the last thing she wanted to do, I love how she faced her fears head on to save her friend, I love how she's pushing everything aside to focus on the mission, I love how deeply she cares for someone to risk everything to save them, I love how she trusts me again…
What the fuck am I supposed to do when this is over? I can't lose her; I can't walk out of her life again. I can't go back to the lonely life I had before; I didn't see it then but I see it now…I was barely existing then. I was going through the motions, throwing myself into work but that was it. I can't go back to an empty bed, not after sleeping next to Ana this entire week. I can't go back to-
"Hmmmmm," her soft moan quickly jerks me back to our reality.
I push aside the worry over what happens when, and focus on Ana. Her eyes flutter but remain closed, I resume whispering to her reminding her that she's safe and in my arms. I don't know how long we sit in that chair, with her on my lap, but I hold Ana and talk to her the entire time.
"Hi," I whisper when her eyes flutter open.
"Hi," she whispers her voice hoarse. I reach over for the water bottle that I placed there a little while ago and offer her some. She tries to take the bottle but hasn't quite gotten control of her movements back so I take care of it for her.
"Where are we?" she asks.
"In a recovery room just off the main playroom," I watch the realization dawn on her just as the door opens to the room.
"Mr. Thompson, I see your slave is awake," he nods towards Ana who remains on my lap covered with the blanket.
"Yes," I confirm. "We're ready to head back to our room; would you know if transportation is available?"
He requests a golf cart to the front of the building through his radio.
"You can make your way to the main entrance, Susie knows you're waiting for a ride," he nods. "Here are the rules and expectations for level 3."
He leaves a sealed envelope on the bed before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Part of me, a big part of me, wants nothing to do with what's in that envelope. If the testing to get into level three was any indication, things will definitely increase in intensity when we get there. Ana doesn't know it yet, but there's no way we're going to scene at that level tomorrow. We can go and observe, but I'm not putting her through another intense scene, not so soon.
"Are you okay to leave or do you want to rest a little longer?" I ask.
"I'm okay to leave," she starts to get off my lap but I hold her close to me for another few minutes. Neither of us say a word, but eventually she slides off my lap. I'm sure to quickly follow her, wrapping an arm around her waist when she begins to sway.
"Feeling lightheaded?" I ask.
"A little," she rubs her head.
"Here, drink this," I hand her the water bottle but don't move until she drinks at least half of it.
"I'm better, thanks," she places the bottle back on the table.
I take the leash from the table where I had put it after taking it off when Ana was resting, and reattach it to her collar. I grab the toy bag and slowly lead Ana from the room with my arm wrapped around her waist. If anyone questions this act, I'm sure our test scene more than justifies the additional support she needs to walk out of here. As promised the golf cart is waiting for us when we exit the building and we're immediately driven back to our room. The ride is quiet, although I don't doubt that Ana has several questions she's dying to ask me but can't because we're not alone.
"What-" she says as soon as the door to our room closes.
I quickly silence her by pressing my lips right against her, my tongue teases her lips and I pull her against my chest holding her there until she relaxes.
"Check the room," I whisper in her ear before raising my voice to a normal level. "I'm going to go start the bath."
Her eyes open at the realization of what almost happened and she slowly nods in agreement. I wait for her to get the bag with the transmission detector from the closet before I head into the bathroom and start the water. Starting a bath wasn't an excuse, after that scene Ana needs a relaxing bath.
"We're clear," she enters the bathroom a few minutes later.
"Good," I turn to her and slowly strip her from her clothes. Before I can take mine off, she pulls my shirt over my head and unbuttons my jeans. Moments later we're both standing in the middle of the bathroom completely naked. Holding her hand I step into the tub and sit down, urging her to join me. With my legs parts, she sits between them and rests against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me and breathe in her scent, loving the smell that is all Ana.
"What happened back there?" she asks a few minutes later.
"You went into what is known as subspace."
"What is it? I vaguely remember reading something about it in one of the books but I didn't pay much attention to it."
"Essentially it's your body's reaction to an intense scene," I explain. "It can be triggered by different things, but it tends to occur when your body becomes overwhelmed by a rush of hormones triggered by either intense pain or pleasure. Your body struggles to deal with the different hormones and reactions; to cope your mind essentially leaves your body essentially stopping the fight."
"So I passed out?"
"No, when someone passes out you're not conscious at all," I try to clarify. "In subspace it's sort of an in between consciousness and unconsciousness. Subspace can be different for each person, but based on your reaction you weren't aware of what was going on around you but you did minimally respond to stimuli."
"That's scary, I don't remember any of it," she whispers.
"Subspace requires an incredible amount of trust between the dom and sub for that reason. If the trust is not there, completely there, the scene should stop the moment the sub enters subspace. Don't get me wrong, the dom shouldn't abandon the sub, but true play should stop. If the trust is there, the dom can proceed with caution."
"Why with caution?"
"In subspace you can't safe word, you won't know when you're approaching your limits or when the scene is becoming too intense. You have to trust your dom enough to know that for you and to react accordingly. That's not something that's easily achievable."
"Have you…"
"Have I?"
"Taken a sub to…there before?"
"Yes," I admit. "If you haven't played with the sub several times and had seen it before, you won't know what triggers subspace during a scene. Without intending to I've had subs enter subspace during a scene."
"Oh."
"The scene has always ended the moment that occurred," I feel the need to point out. "I've never continued the scene with a sub once that has occurred. I…I never had that intense of an arrangement with a sub to even consider continuing a scene when they're in subspace."
"So what happened when I was there?"
I explain how I eased her through the final orgasm and then how we ended up in the recovery room. I felt the relief in her as she learned that the scene had ended soon afterwards; I can't imagine how difficult it is for her to lose that chunk of time especially here. It would be one thing if it were just us, back at my house in a scene and she dropped-
My house…in a scene…
"I assumed we passed the test?" she asks.
"He didn't say so but I assume based on the envelope he left with level three information for us; I think he scanned my bracelet when we entered the room too," I was too focused on Ana to be certain.
"What was the test? It just seemed like…I mean all I did…" I feel her face heat up against my chest as she struggles not to say just how many times she came during the scene.
"The scene was focused on forced orgasms," I explain. "You were required to come at least six times with no more than five minutes passing between orgasms."
"Shit."
"The scene had to include anal play, a gag, penetrative sex and deep throating."
"Did I…?"
"Seven times actually, including the one final one just as you dropped."
"Wow, no wonder I…nearly passed out," she giggles and tucks her face into my chest embarrassed.
"You did amazing," I turn her around so she's straddling my thighs. "You were incredible; you were in the scene and pushed out everything else so your entire focus was on the scene. That scene never would have been possible if you weren't so in tuned with the scene."
"It wouldn't have been possible without you," she adds looking up at me.
I'm rocked at what I see staring back at me; deep down I know all I'm seeing is her reaction to an intense scene but fuck if it doesn't nearly kill me to see what I think I see in her eyes.
"How do you feel?" I ask quickly changing the subject.
"Tired," she rests her head on my chest pressing her beautiful, naked body against mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding to me as we both sit in the cooling water relaxing. Eventually we get out of the tub, dry off and head back to the bedroom.
"Let me put some oil on you to help you relax," I lay the towel on the bed before slipping my underwear on.
"I'm fine," she tries to argue.
"Your muscles are going to be sore in the morning," I point out. "Whether it feels that way or not, your body just went through an intense scene. If we don't do anything, you're going to feel sore tomorrow in places you didn't even know you used today."
She doesn't say anything but climbs onto the bed, lying on her stomach on the towel. I quickly grab the bottle of oil from the bag that will help sooth her muscles hopefully leaving her less sore in the morning when she wakes up. Even with this I know she's going to feel the intensity of the scene today; it's impossible for her not too. I straddle her thighs and start rubbing the lotion into her arms slowly working down to her shoulders and her back. I'm reminded of the first scene we had at Time Out which was very similar to this except she was restrained on the bed.
"Christian!" she jumps when I slide a finger between her ass cheeks.
"Relax," I whisper continuing to rub the lotion around her tight opening. "It'll help."
She buries her head in the pillow, but doesn't argue. She relaxes when I move down to her thighs and eventually down both of her legs. I massage the oil thoroughly into her calves and thighs knowing these muscles were stressed especially during the scenes today.
"Flip over," I request.
I lift myself above her, ignoring my dick that is begging for a release, and watch as she turns over and raises her hands above the bed. I follow the same path as I did on her back, rubbing the oil into her arms, shoulders and then down her chest pausing to gently rub the oil into her still red nipples. The clamps weren't very tight, but they were on her nipples for some time so I know her nipples are still sore. She closes her eyes when I move down her stomach and urge her to part her legs. I rub the oil around her outside of her soft pussy lips and her clit, careful not to spend too much time on her as I'm sure it's still ultra-sensitive from constant attention during the scene. Her breathing increased by the time I slide my fingers down to her opening, rubbing more oil into her before slipping down her thighs to focus on the rest of her legs.
When I finally reach her feet, I close up the bottle and move next to her on the bed bringing her body against mine. I have no doubt she knows just how she affects me, but after the intensity of the scene earlier I know the last thing she needs is what I want more than anything right now. So instead, I pull the blankets over us an turn off the light willing my erection to follow suite and calm down.
"Christian?"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you."
"For?"
"For…taking care of me," she lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her leg around mine.
"I'll always take care of you, Ana," I whisper.
Her arm tightens around my waist and a few minutes later her breathing steadies. I fall asleep shortly after Ana does, with her in my arms just as we've fallen asleep every night since we've been here. I don't know that I'll ever get used to falling asleep like this with her; it was something we could never do when we were together before since she still lived with her dad. The closest we got was the night we lost our virginity to each other in the back of my pick up truck in the middle of nowhere. I had brought pillows and blankets and afterwards we fell asleep until my alarm on my watch woke us so I could get her home before her dad came home from the night shift. The memory of that night is one that I'll never forget.
I'm awake long before Ana the next morning which is no surprise given the intensity of everything yesterday. Without a phone or laptop there's only so much I can do; I shower, watch a little TV and then end up reviewing the rules and expectation of level three just as Ana wakes up.
"What time is it?" she asks.
"Just after twelve-"
"Holy shit! You should have woke me up! We should be at the next level-"
"We're not having a scene today; we can go later to observe but that's it," I interrupt quickly.
"Why not? We need to scene; we need to figure out if there's a fourth level and what we need to get there-"
"Yesterday was too much, you need to come down before another scene."
"I'm fine-"
"Your body needs to rest," I point out. "If it didn't, you wouldn't have slept so long."
"But…Kate-"
"I know you want to find her baby," I sit down next to her on the bed. "But if you rush into another scene and you're not prepared you could slip up without intending to. This next level is more intense than what we've been through so far, plus it's in a new building so we're both going to need to be at the top of our game."
"I suppose," she sighs and rests her head on my shoulder.
"We'll go observe tonight and get an idea of the basic layout of the room. Tomorrow if you're feeling up to it, we'll scene there."
"Okay."
We eat the breakfast that I had brought up to the room while Ana was sleeping and then we review the document that Brian had left for us last night.
Rules for Level 3:
The intensity of this level is one that very few doms and subs/slaves make it to as the skillset required to reach this level is not something everyone possesses. For being one of the few doms to bring their subs/slaves to this point, we congratulate you. This shows the strength and knowledge that you have as well as the ability to train your sub/slave to meet your high needs. At this level we expect our doms to have TPE with their subs/slaves even if only while at our establishment. Our rules represent such an exchange and continue beyond the playroom at this level. As you have reached this level, you will always be granted permission to use this playroom in future visits as long as your sub/slave is the guest with you. If you bring a different sub/slave you must either retest or play at one of the lower levels.
· The sub/slave must be leashed at all times, including when not in the playroom.
· While in the playroom, subs/slaves are expected leashed, gagged, plugged and nipples should be clamped, pierced or otherwise adorned. The only exception to this rule is during a scene any of these items may be removed as the dom pleases.
· The sub/slave is expected to be on all fours and is not permitted on any non-play furniture unless seated on the dom.
· A sub/slave can only speak if questioned directly by her dom.
· Safewords are to be respected for all subs.
"Wow," Ana hands me back the list.
"Yeah," I sigh.
"Were you…is this a surprise to you or did you expect this?"
"I wasn't expecting this," I admit. "I knew the scenes would increase in intensity so some of this makes sense, but again they're taking away the control the dom has to plan a scene. Essentially they're dictating how we play before we even decide if we're playing. Although given how little control they've given a dom this far I shouldn't be surprised. How are you feeling about this?"
"You don't want to know," her laugh is without humor. "Tell me what this TPE looks like, since once we leave this room we're expected to be in it."
"Essentially, you'll defer to me on everything. I'll order your meals, choose our activities, answer any questions directed at us…I'll decide where we go and what we do. In short, I make all decisions for you. That's out there though; in here it's just us. We'll talk about things, plan out what the goal is for that day, decide where we're going…"
"I get it."
"Do me a favor Ana," I pull her onto my lap, turning her so she's looking at me. "Whatever happens, remember that the dom you see out there…that's not me. It's just an act; if we weren't here I wouldn't be treating you like this. I'm not that type of person; I've never been that type of a dom. Prolonged TPE is not my thing; it's never been my thing-"
"I know that's not who you are Christian," she kisses me softly on the lips wrapping her arms around my neck. "I may not know the type of dom you are, but I know the type of man you are."