Free Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) by Dakota Trace

 
    Part One:  Her Surprise
     
    Dear Kalinda,
    I’ve been floating on the clouds since we got here. So far I’ve visited the temples and I’m promised if I’m good, Caelan will take me somewhere special tomorrow.  I can’t believe that your brother sprung this trip on me. It isn’t even my birthday. I’m hoping that while we’re here, I’ll have a chance to meet his old mentor, Master Yangchi.  He speaks so fondly of him.
    Anyway, I’ve got to get ready for dinner, and Máister has told me I have less than two minutes to finish this and get dressed.  Gotta scram, but remember I love you and damn girl when are you gonna come back from L.A. and visit me? I miss you.
     
    Nisey
     
    “Present, slave.”
    Nisey Richardsen stilled and her heart raced. I know with my acceptance of his collar I promised to obey every command but this is the last thing I expected. After her new Master and lover, Caelan Doherty had whisked her half way around the wor ld to Tokyo from Chicago, his command was unexpected. Mouth drying, she looked up into his amber eyes, expecting to see something, anything other than determination. And arousal?
    “ M ái ster?” The Gaelic word for master was barely audible in the dark but airy warehouse.
    “I didn’t stutter, slave. “ H is arms crossed over his wide chest. “Present, now!”
    Ignoring the fact they w ere standing in front of an older Japanese man wearing faded jeans and pullover and his companion, the most extraordinarily beautiful naked J ap a nese woman she’d ever seen , Nisey reached for the buttons on her sweater. Slipping them through the holes, she couldn’t help but be aware of all the eyes focused on her. To stall for time, she neatly folded the sweater. Fingering the edge of her turtle neck, she slowly edged it up and over her head, ruffling her dark auburn hair. A shiver raced down her spine as her long hair caressed her back. After placing it on top of the sweater, she reached behind her , unhook ing her bra. Letting it slide down her arms, she fought a blush. It was taking all of her gumption to slowly strip as was custom. Her Ma ster loved a slow sensual strip above a quick removal of her clothing. It heightened his anticipation. Or so he claims.
    “Your slave is slow, Master Caelan.” The man’s voice was full of censure.
    “ At my request. Anticipation is half of the pleasure. I want her to tease me. It’s like opening a package at Christmas.”
    The rasp of his voice had her nipples tightening in anticipation. She dropped the bra to the floor, letting the cool air caress her breasts. In the dim lighting, the silver piercings adorning their tips gleamed. Licking her lips, she let her hands drift down her stomach. Her finger tips teased her own flesh until it took all off her control not to whimper. Flicking the button on her well worn jeans, she opened and then slowly lowered the zipper.
    The sudden intrusion of hand in the back of her waistband had the whimper escaping her. She fought to not press back into the warm palm now cupping her ass cheek.
    “I didn’t tell you stop, slave. Continue.” The warning was clear in his voice.
    “ Yes, M ái ster. ” Giving a seductive shimmy of her hips, she allowed the jeans to pool around her ankles. Kicking her legs free, she sank to her knees to assume the familiar position of kneeling with her hands resting on her thighs, palm up while her legs were widespread.
    “The underwear, slave. Remove them!”
    S he froze. Surely I haven’t heard him right. He never commands total nudity in front of others.
    “That’s one, slave.”
    “But M ái ster…” She darted a quick glance up at hi m. His face was b lank . What the hell is going on?
    “ Shall I make it two?” His expression never changed. He still looked determined to follow through with whatever plans he had.
    She shook her head. “No, M ái ster.” Hooking her thumbs under the elastic band of her silk thong, she wiggled out of them, never leaving her