Capítulo 3: Chapter 3
"...It's just about finding a partner. If I'm not willing, no one can force me to do anything."
With that thought, Xu Ye pursed his lips. "Fine." He followed Marvin to a circular couch area recessed on the east side of the venue. There were four people sitting and one kneeling there. This section seemed to be the most comfortable part of the entire venue, and others seemed to intentionally maintain some distance from it. Even those who had trailed after them, curious about the newcomer, stopped at a respectful distance.
Marvin sat down on the couch and patted his leg. The slave who had been following him immediately knelt by his side.
"So, you've already set your sights on a new target?" one of the men chuckled, glancing at Marvin. He, too, had a slave beside him, head encased in a harness, eyes lowered, their face obscured.
"A newcomer?" Another one looked Xu Ye up and down. "Pretty."
Xu Ye didn't like being described that way. It made him feel as though he were being seen as effeminate. So, he responded calmly, "Thank you, you're quite attractive yourself."
He considered this a retort, but the man took it with a smile, snuggling up to the person next to him. That man simply smiled indulgently and patted the other's head without saying a word.
"Could you two save the cuddling for later?" Marvin sighed. "And he's not mine. He turned me down outright."
"Really?"
"..."
"Why?"
All three of them looked genuinely surprised.
"He prefers a one-on-one relationship," Marvin replied with a half-smile, glancing over at someone who had remained silent this entire time.
Xu Ye's gaze followed his, landing on a man wearing a black and gold mask. The mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible. He had a defined mouth and a strong jawline that flowed into a long neck. He wore a white shirt with a row of vertical pleats that added an elegant touch. The shirt's silver buttons matched the earring in his right ear. Reclining against the back of the couch, he sat with one long leg crossed over the other, his left arm stretched along the backrest. He was quietly observing Xu Ye with dark eyes, his right hand holding a champagne flute that he swirled lazily.
For some reason, Xu Ye felt a wave of nervousness. The man hadn't said a word, but his gaze alone seemed to throw off Xu Ye's rhythm. There was a subtle yet unmistakable sense of danger about him.
"When did I ever say I needed you to make introductions for me?" the man finally spoke to Marvin, his voice low and rich, like aged wine that fills a room with its fragrance as soon as it's uncorked.
Xu Ye frowned. The way they were talking about him made him feel like an object, something they could examine and choose. It stung his pride, so he spoke up too. "I only came over here out of curiosity. As you can see, I'm new to all of this, just stepping into this world. I don't know your relationships or your dynamics. I'm just here to find someone I'm comfortable with, so could you please stop treating me as entertainment?" He turned to leave, but the man's voice stopped him.
"What exactly did we say that offended you?" His words were slow, each one pronounced clearly.
Xu Ye paused. He replayed the conversation in his mind and realized that nothing they'd said was overtly insulting, but he still disliked the whole experience. The feeling gnawed at him.
"Or perhaps it's your own insecurities that are coloring your perception?" The man's tone was calm, almost nonchalant, as he set his glass down and stood up.
No one likes being called out in that way. Xu Ye's hands clenched at his sides, and he felt a tension coil through his body as the man approached. He was taller, probably around six feet. The way he looked down at Xu Ye added an extra layer of pressure.
"I'm in a bad mood today. I apologize." Xu Ye regretted his impulsive reaction. He didn't want to cause trouble on his first visit, and he knew the man's observation was true. He often felt a sense of inferiority, which made him overly sensitive to others' attitudes.
"So you just want to run away," the man said, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Run to some corner and hope for someone to come along and change your world." His words caught Xu Ye off guard, the shock evident on his face. The man gave a slight, derisive smile. "You're hoping for a dom that meets your standards. But do you think you have what it takes to meet theirs as a sub?"
Xu Ye clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly pierced his palms. He raised his eyes to meet the man's, anger burning within them. "Yes, I do."
The man didn't reply. Silence seemed to settle over them all, as if the entire room were holding its breath.
The tension crawled back, prickling Xu Ye's skin like a swarm of ants, and he had an overwhelming urge to escape.
"Your name?" After a long pause, the man spoke again.
Xu Ye hesitated, torn. Marvin chuckled from the side, "I'd take this chance if I were you. He doesn't often ask people their names."
"You don't want to tell me, is that it?" The man's gaze was as dark as midnight.
"Xu Ye." He finally said, unable to hold back.
The man, hands in his pockets, issued a warning to Xu Ye, his voice carrying a quiet intensity. "If you hesitate any longer, I'll run out of patience." He turned, took a few steps, and paused, adding, "Follow me."
Xu Ye, after a moment of consideration, chose to follow. As they reached the elevator, Xu Ye recalled Rabbit's mention of restricted areas. "I don't think I have access here," he murmured.
"I do, and that's enough," the man replied, holding up an all-black electronic card that was distinctly different from Xu Ye's.
They arrived on the fourth floor, an area Rabbit had neither taken him to nor even mentioned. Xu Ye glanced down the long corridor lined with doors, noting the absence of numbers and the presence of large capital letters instead. He spotted an "M" and a "K."
"Are these guest rooms?" he asked, curiosity lacing his tone.
The man didn't answer. Instead, he stopped at a door marked with a stylized "Y," swiped his card, and opened it.
Xu Ye's first impression was that it resembled a typical five-star hotel suite—larger than usual but nothing special. However, when the lights flicked on, he froze.
The room had a spacious section partitioned off with floor-to-ceiling glass. Shelves around the walls held various implements and toys. Chains and manacles dangled from the ceiling, while a wooden rack and a massage table occupied the corners. The floor was covered in plush, white wool carpet. It was a fully equipped playroom.
The masked man entered first, adjusting the lighting to focus on the center of the room. Once he was satisfied, he spoke calmly, "Come here."
Xu Ye stayed rooted to the spot, his mind warring between the urge to flee and the thrill of the unknown. The instruments in the room were both intimidating and strangely alluring, hinting at sensations that were both painful and tantalizing. He couldn't decide whether fear or excitement held the stronger sway over him.
The man waited without pressuring him, merely watching in silence.
Eventually, Xu Ye took a step forward, then another, until he stood under the lights. He looked up and asked, "Can you tell me your name?" It was a bid for some semblance of security in an unfamiliar place with unknown tools and a man who was a complete stranger.
But the man refused, his voice as deep as it was captivating. "I don't want to give you a fake name. If I decide to turn you down later, you won't need to know my name. If I accept you, you'll call me something more fitting than that. When I deem it necessary, I'll share my real name."
He went on, his tone steady, "This is my private space. Without my permission, no one can enter. You're safe here. There are no cameras, so your actions here are for my eyes only. I expect you to show me what kind of sub you can be. I'll give you three commands. Your obedience will determine my decision. If I agree to take you on, I'll show you what I can do as a dom."
The man leaned casually against the wall, folding his arms as he gave his first order. "First, take off your clothes. All of them."
Xu Ye met his gaze for a moment, then lowered his head and began. He slipped off his blazer, then his shirt, followed by his pants, each piece revealing more of his form. All the while, the man's eyes remained fixed on him. By the time he reached his underwear, Xu Ye hesitated briefly, glancing up to meet that inscrutable gaze once more. His cheeks flushed, and in a single motion, he stripped completely.
The man checked his watch and chuckled. "Poor timing."
Xu Ye's ears flushed, and he felt his spine stiffen. It was the first time he had been ordered in such a manner. In the past, any involvement in BDSM had been purely physical—whipping and nothing more, without this element of submission.
"Kneel down and put your hands behind your back." The man's tone was casual, as though he were commenting on the weather.
Xu Ye hesitated, opening his mouth to speak but saying nothing. When he finally knelt on the plush carpet, his entire body tense, he bit down hard on his lip.
"Your kneeling posture is pretty rough," the man remarked, "but you hesitated less this time, which deserves some encouragement." He didn't rush to give the third command; instead, he took a pair of dark brown leather gloves from a nearby shelf and put them on. Then, he secured Xu Ye's hands behind his back with soft leather cuffs. Drawing a dressage whip, he stepped closer, using the tip of the whip to lift Xu Ye's chin, forcing him to look up. "Do you feel humiliated?"
At that moment, Xu Ye resembled a puffed-up pufferfish, his eyes filled with defiance and anger, but also a hint of helplessness and fear.
"If you approach this dynamic with that attitude, no dom could ever satisfy you. You aren't willing to become a sub, which means you can't experience the pleasure a sub can gain." The man gazed down at him. "This kind of relationship is very much like role-playing, or you could see it as a two-player game. As people, we're equals, but here, once we step into our roles, I am the dominant, and you submit to me. I'll command you, use your body, and find enjoyment in it. In return, you find pleasure in surrendering to my control. This process should be enjoyable for both of us, not just a case of one person inflicting pain and the other enduring humiliation. If you're unwilling, I have no reason to force you to do anything, and there's no need for this to go any further. Do you understand?"
A flicker of confusion appeared in Xu Ye's eyes. "I'm not sure if this is what I want... I just..."
"Not sure about what? Whether you're really a sub?" The man ran the tip of the whip down Xu Ye's chin, along his throat, grazing his chest. The end of the whip settled on Xu Ye's nipple, rubbing slowly. Xu Ye shivered, his body reacting involuntarily. The man suddenly struck his other nipple with precise force, eliciting a soft cry from Xu Ye. The sting quickly subsided, and both nipples were now stiff, their reddish hue accentuated by the warm glow of the lights.
His heart raced, and Xu Ye's body trembled slightly.
"As a submissive, you don't have the right to refuse." The man's voice, smooth as a cello, carried an unyielding authority. He circled behind Xu Ye, out of sight. The whip trailed along his skin from his armpit to his lower back, moving downward.
"Here, I am the master. Every part of your body belongs to me. When you resist or shy away, you'll be punished. That was your first warning."
Xu Ye could only rely on his other senses, as he couldn't see the man's next move.
The unpredictable touches ranged from light to firm, leaving an array of sensations across his skin. His breathing grew heavier, and he instinctively straightened his back, his chest heaving as the faint pink of his nipples became even more enticing under the light.
When the whip trailed along his waistline, slipping into the cleft of his buttocks, Xu Ye let out a startled gasp. He flinched forward, only to receive a sharp lash on his buttocks, leaving a red welt. Xu Ye looked down, catching his breath, and noticed that, at some point, his long-dormant arousal had fully awakened.
"That was your second warning," the man's voice deepened, a clear note of warning. "The next time, I'll make you cry. I guarantee it."
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