PROLOGUE

 

Franklin looked over the bound form of the woman next to him and smiled. He had tied her into a ball, with her ankles and knees tied tightly before he forced her bound arms around them. It left the delicate tattoo just above her ass cheeks right in his sight line. I love that tattoo, he thought, tracing the upright rose surrounded by a maze of thorns that extended out to both sides. It describes her so perfectly!

He stroked it gently, moving his finger from side to side.

"Is it time yet?" The girl's voice was a bit muffled by the stress of her position.

"Almost." He allowed his hand to cup her ass, and then forced his forefinger between her legs and into her tightly-held cunt. "Might be time for one more quick one."

"With me like this?"

Franklin smiled at the touch of frustration in the girl's tone. "It is your turn to be on the bottom!"

"For now!" He saw her muscles tense as she tried-unsuccessfully-to turn toward him. "But before too long...."

"That's in the future." He continued to explore with his forefinger, touching and kneading all the interesting things he found. "After we handle three months' worth of guests-and remember, we start with that later this afternoon."

"Whatever!" The edge in the girl's voice indicated her growing frustration-fed, perhaps, by what Franklin was now doing with his hands. "Stop doing that!" She was almost squealing now. "Stop and let me go..."

"Not yet, my sweet." Franklin loosened the strap holding her knees together before gently parting her thighs. "I think I'll have you one more time..."

"Bastard!" Her voice quivered as he thrust into her from behind. "You know I like it from the front!"

"When it's your turn," Franklin grabbed her hips and began to rock back and forth, "you choose whichever way you want. For now, pretty slave..." He sped up a little, lifting her toward him, "you'll do it the way I like it!"

"Whatever you say," she gasped as she did her best to move with him. "Master!"

Within seconds, her gasps had become more intense-more frenzied. Franklin smiled as he continued his slow, measured strokes. "Don't you dare come, slave!"

"But..."

"My time is not yet up." He slapped one of her haunches with his open palm. "Obey me!"

He felt her body stiffen, then: "Yes, master."

"Good." He continued his rhythm, now running his hand along her side, tickling at the edge of her still-tightly compressed breast. "I will tell you when..."

He did, allowing her to come mere seconds after his own orgasm.

Ten minutes later, Franklin smiled in quiet satisfaction as he removed the last of the bonds holding the girl in place. "I should have kept you on your knees all night."

"I hate it when you do that."

"I know." He smiled and ran a hand though her mussed hair. "Would you like first go at the shower?"

"I want to loosen up a little first," she flexed her fingers, rolling her shoulders to get circulation properly started. "That was a pretty rigorous tie."

"I thought you were flexible enough for anything," Franklin turned and put his hands on her shoulders, working to massage some feeling back into them. "At least that's what you always say."

"That feels good," she leaned into his hands. "And I am flexible enough for anything-do you think any of the others here could have managed that last tie?"

"Maybe not." Franklin finished with her shoulders and began on her calves.

"Besides," she sighed as he took one of her feet into his hands and began to massage feeling back into it. "Next time it'll be my turn!"

"That's three full months from now." He worked to flex her toes. "I have many other things to worry about in the meantime."

She winced as he kneaded out a kink, then sighed. "Thanks." She stretched again. "Anything special I should know about?"

Franklin turned his attention to her other foot. "There is one thing-an odd sort of couple coming with the new group."

"Let me guess," she wiggled her toes. "One of them is a narc."

"Both, actually." He moved up her calf, worked his fingers into her stiff knees. "They're FBI-one from the local office, the other from Los Angeles."

"So what? We're legal in this state."

"Yes we are." He finished working on her feet and slapped her ass as she headed for the shower. "But that never stops the occasional investigation." He watched her mince away. "Although I don't think that's what this particular visit is about."

"What do you mean?" She turned and smiled at her erstwhile 'Master' as she reached the bathroom. "What are you thinking?"

"One of them has friends in high places." Franklin leaned back onto his pillow and turned on the TV-he wanted to see what was on the News. "I think that friend is trying to get these two together-in our sort of way." He heard the shower start. "Elly!" He raised his voice. "Don't take forever in there-I need to wash up too!" He didn't know if she could hear him--just as he knew she'd give him more than enough time. It was just part of his nature to order people around.

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

ADAM AND EVE

 

Adam Locke glanced at his companion. She's getting pretty excited, he noted, feeling her trembling through the seat. She's really been looking forward to this-I have too, although I have some doubts about some of the things she wants to try... He returned his gaze to the long straight road ahead. We'll have to see what's possible when we get there!

Adam met Eve Fletcher at in college just a few days more than three years ago. Mutual friends introduced them, joking about how their names made it inevitable that they would get together.

Even as they joined their friends' laughter at the comment, each realized that they were strongly attracted to one another. When the others moved off, they sat down together to chat-and discovered how much they had in common: they shared the same major and took almost the same courses from almost the same group of professors! Only coincidence and cruel fate had kept them from meeting before. It wasn't love at first sight-but it was close. They left the party together-as a couple.

They spent a lot of time together over the next few weeks-eating together, sharing films and concerts and, finally, sharing each other on the smallish bed in her apartment.

They quickly found that they were as remarkably compatible sexually as they were in all other ways. They decided to share an apartment and their relationship quickly deepened into something that appeared permanent.

After graduation, they took similar jobs for firms in the same city-allowing them to pool their earnings and get a nice-if small-place downtown.

Their lovemaking had grown more involved by that time-both were adventurous and imaginative-simple 'missionary' sex, while enjoyable, just wasn't enough. They started to experiment with various sexual aids, then turned to role playing. They would dress in unusual styles, disguise themselves with makeup, phony hair, stick-on beards-then they would go to a bar or restaurant away from their neighborhood and publicly 'meet'-apparently for the first time. Often, they would go to a nearby hotel and rent a room. Once, with Eve disguised as a hooker, they actually coupled in a restaurant's restroom-it was so exciting they tried it on a pool table in a nearly deserted bar's back room a few days later.

Time passed. One night they rented a film-'The Perils of Gwendoline'-and found they were both excited by the bondage situations displayed within. Adam tried tying Eve up in the same ways Tawny Kitaen was bound in the film.

It was a revelation. Eve's excitement rose to new levels when her hands were tied behind her. The addition of a gag made it even more exciting-and a simple hogtie had her coming all over the bed.

The two couldn't get enough-trying every kind of bondage they could think of. They purchased magazines and videos, referred to 'X-Rated' websites-attempted everything they could manage, and tried a few things they couldn't quite bring off.

That was when they first heard about the 'House of Milan', a hotel/resort in Nevada that featured a bondage theme-complete with Masters and Mistresses to help newcomers learn the ropes. It sounded like fun-but they quickly found they couldn't afford the expense of a five-day stay (the minimum if they were going to use the training option).

Fate stepped in. Since their college days they had made a habit of buying a lottery ticket once a week. They never won, but the dreams of what they would do if they did win made it fun to try. One week, Eve picked up their usual lottery ticket-and spent some of her change on a scratch-off card.

The lottery ticket lost-as usual-but the scratch-off card was a winner-for exactly the amount of a five-day stay at the House of Milan!

They saw the coincidence as an omen and made reservations that same night.

The two of them marked their calendars and wondered what the experience would do to them-and their relationship.

Now they were driving down a straight-as-an-arrow highway with the Hotel only a few miles away-about to find out.

"What should we do first?" Eve's voice showed the jagged edge of her anticipation. "Do we try out whatever equipment they have on our own? Or do we wait until we can get a proper instructor..."

"Let's see what they have to say when we get there." Adam's own voice showed a trace of the nervousness he was feeling. "We signed up for the beginner's package-they're supposed to supply everything we need-including instruction."

"I wonder if they have the equipment for us to try suspension," she shifted in her seat. "I've wanted to do that since we found that website..."

"We're almost there." Adam negotiated a long curve. "The hotel should be..." They cleared a long ridge and a sprawling structure appeared in front of them. "There!"

"Hurry up!" Eve was shaking with excitement. "Don't slow down now!"

Adam shook his head at her enthusiasm-but gave the car a bit more gas, braking only when he reached the well-marked turn-off that opened on the hotel's access road.

The structure itself was oddly shaped, with two bulky and square 'towers', each about six stories tall, set on either side of a long, squat, two-story structure that Adam assumed housed the lobby and public areas of the resort. A ground-level covered garage sat just beyond the rest of the resort, completing the compound.

They pulled into a covered entranceway where a smartly-dressed valet opened the car door and helped them out, motioning them to an area just to the right of the doorway. "Wait here, please." He told them, nodding toward the large frosted glass entry. "Master Franklin will be out momentarily."

Eve's hand clamped down on Adam's as they saw a shadowy figure move behind the glass which slid aside noiselessly.

"You must be Mr. Locke and Ms. Fletcher." The speaker was a tall, well-built man wearing fitted trousers, a spotless white shirt, and a leather vest. "I am Franklin, your host."

"Mr. Franklin." Adam stepped toward him, extending a hand. "We've heard so much about your hotel..."

"Is it all true?" A tremor in Eve's voice showed just how frightened she had become that it would all turn out to be hype and advertising.

"I think you'll be quite..." He looked her up and down, a predator's smile appearing on his lips. "Well taken care of here." Franklin turned toward Adam. "You are the dominant in this relationship?"

"Dominant?"

"The Master." Franklin's tone displayed a touch of annoyance at Adam's question. "You are the one in charge?" He nodded at Eve. "She is the submissive-the one who wears the bonds? The slave?"

Eve shivered at the word, goose bumps appearing on her arms.

"I guess," Adam nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, you could put it that way."

"Good." Franklin reached into a pocket and produced a set of handcuffs. "Please put these on her." He handed the cuffs to Adam. "Slaves are not permitted to move unfettered in the public areas of the Hotel."

Adam nodded slowly, then: "Eve." He made sure his voice was quite positive now. "Turn around-put your hands behind you."

She immediately did as he said, the goose bumps even bigger now, and made a guttural sound in her throat as the handcuffs snapped shut on her wrists.

"Very good." Franklin smiled. "Now, if you'll just follow me..."

"Our bags..."

"Martin will take them to your room-although I doubt you'll need them-we supply everything that you will require." The big man motioned toward the doors. "This way, please." He led them into the cool interior of the House of Milan, smiling as he saw the newly-cuffed slave girl shake in near-ecstasy as she unconsciously heeled her master. That one is more than ready to take the next step. He led them to the desk. I hope her master is up to the task.

The hotel lobby was sparsely furnished, dominated by a huge fireplace set against the far wall. The desk area was rather small and set in an alcove against the left-hand wall. Franklin led his two charges there.

"You have made arrangements for the usual beginner's stay-five days." He glanced at the paperwork laid out on the desk. "As you know, that also includes a training program..."

"Yes." Adam looked a bit embarrassed. "It seemed like something we could use in our..." He glanced at the trembling form of Eve standing just behind him. "In our..."

"It's a lifestyle, Mr. Locke." Franklin's eyes bored into those of the man before him. "A lifestyle that gives both parties pleasure and a true feeling of belonging to one another."

Adam nodded slowly and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could...

"Slave." The voice came from behind close behind--a deep female contralto that suggested great control and power. "You should be on your knees in the presence of Masters, should you not?"

Adam turned as, next to him, Eve immediately and without question dropped to her knees. He found himself looking into the face of an extremely striking woman. She was tall and slender, with dark hair and burning eyes, dressed in much the same style as Franklin-tight-fitting pants, a spotless white shirt with the top buttons undone to reveal the very top of a black bra, and a short leather vest.

"This is Mistress Elizabeth," Franklin motioned to the woman. "She will be your instructor for the next few days."

"Mistress Elizabeth?" Adam glanced at Eve who was kneeling beside him, eyes on the floor. "Instructor?"

"She will help you learn the care and training of your slave." Franklin smiled as the kneeling girl shivered. I may find a wet spot there! "If you'll follow her, she'll show you to your suite."

"All right..."

"Oh," Franklin held up a hand. "One last thing." He stepped behind the desk, picked up a video camera. "I need you to affirm-to the camera-that you are over eighteen years old and here of your own free will."

Adam quickly did as he was asked-and Eve followed suit, stuttering just a bit when the tall brunette touched her shoulder. Then they were off.

"The house is divided into two towers," the tall woman told them as they moved toward the back of the lobby. "You're on the third floor of the North tower." She turned right to a pair of elevators and touched a button. "Each room is a full suite-filling that entire floor for privacy reasons," the elevator door opened. "I'll need your room key to get the elevator to stop at your floor."

Adam nodded, handed the woman the key card he had just been given.

"Now," she inserted the card and pressed the '3' button. "Your room has everything you might need to enjoy your stay." She put a finger under Eve's chin and forced her eyes up. "Everything."

Eve shuddered, controlling herself with a real effort as the door opened.

"We're here." Elizabeth motioned them through the door and into a short hallway. "The living area is to your right, bedroom to the left." She turned right. "There's a nice fireplace and quite a view of Lake Mead." The hall opened into a huge room dominated by the 'nice' fireplace. Adam's eyes were drawn to the back wall-all glass-which gave a monumental view of the surrounding countryside.

"The television gets local channels only." Elizabeth smiled. "Most of our guests do not come here to watch 'Survivor'!" She turned to the right where a dining room spread out, complete with a fully-equipped bar area. "All meals will be brought to your room." She touched a printed menu on the table. "You can order anything on this menu-and most other items you may find you crave--at any time of the day or night." She smiled. "We have quite an efficient and organized staff."

I'll bet! Adam kept the thought to himself as the woman gestured for them to follow her through the dining room.

"Your bedroom is just beyond this door." She opened the portal and, again, motioned them through, feeling Eve tremble as she brushed past. "I think you'll find it quite fully equipped."

Adam had to agree. The bed was huge-far larger than the King-Size he and Eve shared at home. A double-rowed chest of drawers stood against one wall-a smaller one with a closed-front cabinet just beyond it, alongside the bed.

"I believe you'll find that your clothing has been put away there," Elizabeth indicated the chest. "The smaller cabinet should contain all the equipment you'll need for the next few days."

"What kind of equipment?" Adam bit his lower lip, a nervous habit he'd had since childhood. "I mean, I know your brochure indicated we'd have everything we'd need, but..."

"Have a look." Elizabeth moved out of the way. "Go on."

Adam stepped by her and gripped the double handles, suddenly worried about what he'd find inside.

He opened the doors.

"Wow!" The exclamation came from Eve, who'd been silent until now. "Look at all that!"

Elizabeth shook her head as she stepped forward. "It's clear that neither of you has had any kind of experience or real training." She looked at Eve. "Slaves do not speak without permission." She saw the young woman's eyes drop. "Is that clear?"

Afraid to speak, Eve just nodded her head.

"As to this," she waved a hand toward the neatly racked and pegged collection of straps, chains, gags, and other bondage gear. "This is what the normal Master and Slave use in the course of their lives together." She touched a collar and leash. "I'll teach you how to properly make use of all of them."

Eve shivered with anticipation.

"We'll begin after dinner this evening-say 8PM or so." Elizabeth looked the couple over. "That will give you the remainder of the afternoon to rest," she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "And prepare for all that is to come." She waved and headed for the hallway that led to the elevator. "See you later."

Adam looked at Eve as the door shut behind her: "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

Eve ran up to him, rubbing against him, eyes wild. "Shut up and fuck me! Now!"

"But," Adams's eyes echoed his confusion. "I don't have the keys to the handcuffs..."

"I don't want them to come off!" She dropped to her knees, buried her face in his crotch. "Please," she looked up at him. "Please fuck me." She paused. "Please, Master."

He picked her up and carried her to the bed.