CHAPTER FIVE:
An hour later I sat in my deathly quiet little apartment contemplating the day. Pleasure and guilt are two strangely intertwined emotions. Today had been the most intense sexual experience of my life, but my motives were purely personal gain. Was this prostitution or exploration?
The phone rang, pulling me out of my meditative state. It was my grandmother.
Though I'd drifted apart from my parents and siblings I always remained close to my grandmother. We chatted for about a half an hour and I could tell she was restless and bored with her new life. She'd just retired after forty years as an accountant for a major company, but retirement was not her cup of tea. Needless to say I did not mentioned my busy day strapped to a leather horse. I said goodbye, promising to call again later in the week.
Drake had asked me to surrender a treasured personal item, and my grandmother's call helped me decide on exactly what that sacrifice would be.
Ten minutes after we hung up David called. I stared at the caller ID, but let it go to voice mail. I thought about our conversation the night before. How doing this with Drake would open up new career doors for me, but this sexual odyssey was opening other doors to.
CHAPTER SIX:
At eleven thirty the next morning the limo was waiting outside my brownstone. The driver ushered me into the car as quiet and stoic as ever. We rode in silence until we reached Drake's floor.
I stepped out of the elevator, clutching my "offering" to my chest. After an hour of pondering I chose not to gift-wrap it, deciding it was ludicrous to decorate a sacrifice. I doubt the Roman's spent time putting a bow around a lamb's neck before offering it to the gods. Eventually I stuffed it into a plain brown bag.
Drake stood waiting for me. "Is that your offering?" He asked, gesturing to the bag.
"Yes," I said holding it out to him.
Reaching into the bag he pulled out my humble sacrifice. It was a vase that had been passed down to my grandmother, and she had given it to me. It was simple, with no real financial value but I felt pangs of guilt handing it over.
Drake smiled, "You feel guilty don't you?" He said, "Giving up something with such tremendous sentimental value?"
"Yes," I said nodding, "It's been in my family a very long time."
"Guilt and remorse have no value. They're shackles that will keep you from reaching your potential. You must un-learn those emotions to succeed. Yesterday you did things you never imagined, and with a total stranger no less. Later when you were alone, did you feel guilt?"
"Yes," I said, being honest, "I felt like I whored myself out."
"And was that really why you felt guilty?"
"No… I felt guilty because I enjoyed it."
"You see, the guilt was a useless exercise because you wanted to do it again anyway."
He was right, I had no reason to feel guilt over what I did. It's better to accept that I wanted more and enjoy it.
"So are you ready to begin?" He asked.
"So ready."
"Good," He said, leading me by the hand. Then he paused, "You're not afraid of heights are you?"
"I don't think so."
"Excellent," He replied, and led me to his private sanctum.
Moments later we were in the Rumpus Room, Mahler's symphony playing in the background. Drake carefully placed my offering on the shelf, next to so many others. I pondered who these women might be. Once again Drake read my mind.
"You'll meet all of these women on your climb to the top though you will never know each other's names."
Then he kissed me gently, "Thank you for this beautiful item."
We kissed again, passion rising as our tongue wound tightly. My nervousness vanished, replaced by fierce desire. Why did this man have such power over my emotions? My breath came in short, shallow gasps and my heart was racing.
Drake stepped back for a moment, grabbing the hem of my dress. He pulled, tearing the fabric, leaving me naked.
"You didn't wear lingerie today?" He observed, pleased at my choice.
I just nodded my head, and we kissed again. I ran my hands under his shirt, feeling the solid muscles beneath.
"You may undress me this time," He said.
I slid his T-Shirt over his head and was about to toss it aside until I saw the disapproving look in his eye. I carefully folded the shirt, placing it on a nearby chair.
"Now the pants," He said.
I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants to the floor. He had also forsaken underwear today and his stiff cock bobbed up an inch from my face. I wanted to touch it, stroke it and taste it but I knew my duties. I carefully folded the pants, but intentionally did it wrong, ignoring the crease. I turned to place it on the chair and felt a sharp smack across my ass.
Drake swung his hand back, smacking my bottom again.
"You did it incorrectly. Try again."
Once again I folded them wrong, earning another smack across my bottom. The sensation of his hand smacking my butt sent a warm rush through my pussy. After a few more smacks I folded the pants correctly.
Sitting down on an armless chair Drake gestured me to him, "Come here, and lie down across my knee."
I bent over, placing myself across his knee like a disobedient schoolgirl. His hand came down with a sharp smack. His hard cock poked my belly as he spanked me again.
"You deliberately disobeyed me didn't you? Why?"
"I wanted to be punished," I moaned, enjoying that stiff cock pressing against my tummy. He gave me another hard spank.
"Now stand up," He commanded.
He rose, walking to the center of the room. A network of ropes was suspended from the ceiling as if designed for a giant marionette. He tugged at them, ensuring they were secure.
"Come," He commanded.
I obeyed. Drake wrapped the first rope around my waist, securing it tightly. The ropes were soft, never biting into my skin.
"This is called Shibari, the ancient Japanese art of rope bondage," He said, pulling another rope tautly across my mid-section.
He adjusted the main rope, lowering it from the ceiling, allowing me to lie on a bamboo mat. Drake pulled my hands behind my back, securing them with another set of suspended ropes. Drake’s hands gently stroked my skin between tying knots. Once again the maddening contrast of gentle caresses with punishment sent waves of pleasure through me.
The ropes continued, a complex spider web of knots rendering me immobile on the bamboo mat. Drake was meticulous, checking each line ensuring tautness but never tearing at my skin. I lay there, breathless, panting, and unsure of what was to come.
"The beauty of Shibari is that it renders you completely helpless," Drake said, kneeling beside me, "It requires total surrender to my will. If you can't accept that I'll cut the ropes and you can leave."
"I want to stay," I moaned, lying on my stomach, unable to move.
He kissed my cheek and walked to the corner of the room. There was an elaborate network of ropes tied off, extending to pulleys on the ceiling. Carefully he loosened one and pulled. My body rose slowly. Drake's knots were precise, distributing my weight perfectly. There was no pain or pulling of muscles. Only helplessness… the way a fly must feel suspended in a spider's web. I only hung a few feet off the ground, but I still had to fight off panic. I craned my head trying to see, but the movement sent me into a slow spin. I did one complete revolution until Drake's hand brought me to a stop. Poised in front of me was his hard cock. He inched forward allowing my lips to kiss his penis. Drake moved his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth, while letting his fingers dance across my inner thighs. Every sensation was intensified by the helplessness of being suspended face down, hands secured behind my back in a spider web of ropes.
My sucking grew too aggressive, sending my body into another dizzying spin. Again Drake's gentle touch stopped the whirling. This time he was behind me, fingers probing my sopping wet pussy.
"Oh god," I moaned, overwhelmed, "Please Drake, fuck me!"
"If I
do that you'll feel guilty later… won't you?"
No… no guilt, never again!"
Drake pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, allowing the tip to slide in. With my amplified senses that inch might as well have been a foot.
"Oh yes, yes," I cried out, thrilled that Drake was finally inside me.
He shifted gently, slipping another inch into me. He grabbed my upturned ankles, rocking my suspended body back and forth, sliding in more cock with each swing. Sheer inertia drove his cock in deeper, his thighs pressed against me as he thrust. My body shook, spasms of pleasure firing through every muscle of my body, every synapse of my brain.
How long did I hang there, feeling orgasms roaring through me? It was a transcendent experience… then it stopped. His still hard cock slipped out of me. I hung there, listening to the sound of my breathing.
Drake knelt down in front of me, his face inches from mine, "Do you understand why guilt is such a destructive force?"
"It robs you of your pleasure," I gasped. Being suspended and helpless made honesty a reflex.
"Exactly," He replied. Drake was holding a riding crop. Was I about to be spanked again? Could I endure any more stimulation? But the end of the riding crop wasn't hard leather; it was an array of soft feathers. Drake began to run it across my body. He wasn't tickling me; it felt more like soft caresses. Each one went through me like a string of firecrackers exploding.
"I promised to teach you Rebecca, so listen closely," He said, running the feather across my back. "Guilt will rob you of more than pleasure. Let me give you an example. Right now I'm preparing to take over the New England Tool Company. I quietly bought up all the shares of stock and did everything possible to inflate its value." He continued stroking me with the feather, breaking down my will with each stroke, "Now I'm going to sell all those shares and break the company apart. I'll sell its assets and make even more money. Most people would experience guilt, worrying about all those people's jobs and pensions, about all the shareholders that will get stuck with nothing. But that's weak thinking… poor man's thinking. By eliminating guilt I can succeed."
Drake knew I was a "power groupie" who loved hearing these stories. To me this was hot dirty talk, enhancing my pleasure even more. Drake continued talking, each story giving me warm chills.
He became silent and stepped out of my limited line of sight. Oh god, I thought, is he going to leave me here? But I felt my body lowering, until I was lying on the bamboo mat listening to Mahler's symphony draw to a close. Slowly and methodically he untied the ropes. With each loosened knot I felt my body going limp, exhausted. Totally spent from an overdose of pleasure. He gently picked me up and carried me to the couch as he had the day before. We lay there for a few minutes, saying nothing until I slipped into a deep blissful sleep.
I woke up alone. Lying there naked I remembered that my dress had been shredded early in the "Lesson." But a beautiful designer ensemble hung by the door… dress, shoes and even a matching handbag. I took the lack of underwear as a hint. Pinned to the hanger was a handwritten note reading "Noon tomorrow. PS - there is another gift waiting at your apartment."
CHAPTER SEVEN
I arrived home an hour later, exhausted but curious about the gift that supposedly awaited me. Nothing unusual was in my mailbox, only my phone bill and monthly crippling student loan payment. I entered my apartment cautiously, wondering if I'd find some insane gift only a billionaire could conceive. But I didn't find a polo pony grazing in the kitchen. I sat back on the couch eager to fall asleep again. Apparently Japanese rope bondage is a very relaxing experience.
Since childhood my grandmother had drilled fiscal responsibility into my head, which included opening your bills the day they arrived. I still did it even though I'd committed the amounts to memory. My phone was the usual eighty-nine dollars and my student loan payment was… zero. I looked again, assuming they had made a mistake, but according to the statement, the balance due on my education was paid in full.
"Holy shit," I muttered, Drake had made this Moby Dick sized monkey on my back vanish.
The phone rang. It was David, again, but this time I answered.
"Where have you been, I called five times?"
"Sorry David, it's been pretty crazy."
"So tell me, how did it go?"
I glanced at the paid off student loan, but decided not to share that milestone, "He's an amazing man, even more fascinating in person than I imagined."
David was silent for a moment, "Did you fuck him?"
I shook my head, "David if I say I didn't fuck him, you'd still think I did… so what's the point? Do you want to know the interesting stuff?"
Silence again, then, "Yeah sure."
I told David some of Drake's fascinating tales, including the illegal ones. It was telling tales out of school but it was better than saying I hung from the ceiling sucking Drake's cock. Plus, I had other, personal motivations for sharing.
"Holy crap," David said, "I never realized he was so hands on. Drake must really trust you to share this stuff, I mean if the press ever got a hold of this. "
"If the press ever got a hold of it Drake would have me killed," I interjected, "Remember that."
"How many more visits are you making?"
"Tomorrow is the last one."
"I bet your really going to miss him when he's gone, aren't you?"
"Goodbye David," I replied, hanging up the phone. I knew I had to cut things off with David. It was a dead relationship. But, like I said, it's more complicated than you think.
I slept peacefully that night, dreaming of my final lesson.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Are you ready for our final lesson?" Drake asked as I got off the elevator.
"Yes I am," I replied, without a trace of the previous day's anxiety. The final lesson would be the most challenging, but I was eager.
"With each lesson I've pushed your boundaries further. Do you understand why?"
I thought for a moment before answering, "So I'll recognize that my boundaries are limitless?"
He nodded, “As is your potential… come with me."
Once again we were in the Rumpus Room. I paused, surprised at how different it appeared. Drake had altered the lighting to something less foreboding. The room seemed warm and inviting, despite the array of S&M equipment still on display. He unzipped my dress, letting it slide to the floor, leaving me naked once again.
We embraced, kissing passionately. Drake's hands explored my body delicately, finally sliding between my legs. I was already wet with anticipation, wondering what new challenge waited.
"I have something to show you," He said, handing me a sheet of paper. "I spoke to an associate of mine and he's made you that offer. It’s a prestigious position, high salary and unlimited potential for advancement. I believe it's exactly what you've been after?"
I stared at the paper. Drake was telling the truth, it was a Fortune 500 company, with a phenomenal salary and profit sharing. "But Peter, this is one of your competitors."
"Good," He said with a grin, "Your being there will keep me on my toes."
I set the paper down. It was a dream offer, but my dreams were changing. "Peter, I thought I would work with you, keep learning at your side."
"This is the same offer I've made every woman, and they've all accepted it. You see the third lesson is the most challenging, and if you fail you get nothing. I think you'd be a fool not to take this offer instead."
I thought for a moment, "No, I want to take the final lesson if that means being at your side."
"It's your decision Rebecca, I won't force you."
But I'd made up my mind.
Drake led me to a single post standing in the corner. He leaned me against it, and placed straps across my chest and waist, securing them tightly. I was completely immobile, but my arms were free. Peter walked to a small table where a bottle of champagne and two glasses waited.
"We're going to toast your success," He said, popping the c
ork, "Now hold your arms out, palms up."
I held them out, forming a human t-shape. Drake poured two glasses of champagne, filling each to the brim. He set a glass on each of my upraised palms.
"We'll toast your success, unless you spill a drop, at which point you get nothing."
I stood there, balancing the two glasses, my hands already quivering. Drake undressed with his usual precision. Then he leaned forward, kissing me, our tongues locked together passionately. My hands trembled, but I didn't spill a drop. But he wasn't done. Slowly he kissed my neck, moving down my chest, his tongue lightly dabbing my red-hot skin. He reached my breasts and his tongue encircled my hard nipples. He took each one into his mouth, sucking them gingerly.
My body shivered in delight, my hands trembled, but nothing spilled.
Drake's kissing moved lower, down my belly, the tip of his tongue licking my naval. Oh god, is he going to eat my pussy? I wanted him to do it even if it meant losing everything. I wanted to feel his hot tongue on my hard clit.
He got closer, running his tongue along my inner thighs. The sensation was delirious.
But nothing spilled.
Drake stopped for a moment, "I want you to confess something to me Rebecca. Why is it a woman who graduated at the top of her class was stuck in a low, entry level position?” His tongue came even closer to my pussy, "Confess your sin to me."
And then he licked my pussy, running his tongue along my labia.
I gasped, shivers racing through me, "I was arrested in college… I helped someone who was running a pyramid scheme. I didn't know what they were really up to, but the cops busted me anyway." A rush shot through me as Drake's tongue encircled my clit, "Because I had a criminal record no good firm would hire me… Oh God!"
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