“Sir,” Hank reminded her.
“Yes sir.”
“Worship me tonight, Carmine,” her white master said softly.
Carmine? He leaned and reached under a lampshade and darkness devoured the hotel room. Oh no! He knew her! She thought he had called her Sarah earlier.
Carmine heard and smelled the bracing scent of the ocean’s lapping gently on the shoreline a hundred or so feet from the open air balcony. Taking a fortifying breath, she prepared herself.
Carmine took in his powerful, silvery physique that hovered over her; his eyes glistened as she peered up into his silhouetted, smiling face. Soundlessly, like a thief he tied her hands above her head to the headboard, a blindfold behind her head and each foot he attached some kind of spreading thing, to keep her legs parted. When he’d finished restraining her, he climbed astraddle her corseted waist and bent down, the weight of him pressing into the mattress at each side. Carmine felt his lips touching hers. Faintly, she felt his tongue parting her lips, causing an old familiar twinge gnawed in her tummy.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said. “I’m your master. You’ll resume using the word ‘sir’ as I mete out your punishment. Any infraction will up the intensity.”
“But, I thought it was a gift.”
Hank stated matter of factly, “It is the ‘gift’ baby, from Johnny. He wanted you to have this, remember?”
“Go ahead.” Who was she kidding? She’d die if she didn’t get it.
“He was a good guy and he always wondered why you dropped him for Mark.”
“So you know me. Do I know you?”
He laughed. “You’re so lovely.”
What was he reaching for?
“And finally this...” He fit a ball gag into her mouth and secured it at the back of her head. She found the experience highly erotic of having it pushing against her tongue, erotic as though it was readying her for the real thing.
Afterward, he flogged her bound breasts mercilessly. The strap came down on her spread thighs several times lightly.
Smack...! Smack...! SMACK! The flogging continued.
It felt so good.
Below him, she moaned as if in agony and writhed. His strong rough hands moved over her silky skin as he turned her aside and whipped her ass several times, then turned her back. The flogger contacted the outer lips of her pussy and her heaving breasts. Again and again, he did it making her want his cock more and more. Feeling the effects, Carmine ached to experience a climax. The whipping sent blood coursing through her veins.
After putting the flogger aside, Hank took a break and went into the adjacent hotel room, even as she begged him to continue.
She wanted to ask him what he was going to do next, but couldn’t.
Minutes later, she heard his re-entry into her room and the hint of fear shadowed her mood. Soon she felt his head moving up and between her thighs, tickling, positioning her for his naughty mouth. With the soft sound of the tide rolling in as a backdrop, Hank sucked her inner thighs as his fingers separated the swollen lips. His mouth and lashing tongue punished her turgid clitoris for many long minutes.
So very much she wanted more of him. “Tongue fuck me...Hank please…”
“Shhhh, my lovely.”
Time passed, she didn’t know how much time because she lost all track of it as his deeds whisked her away to an indescribably erotic realm. She wanted to cry out his name and beg him to let her come. Tears wet her cheeks and ran to the corner of her mouth. And, when he was finished, he roughly pressed his tongue down her throat while the tip of his sex separated but did not penetrate the lips of her labia. It was a delectable torturous teasing. Carmine moaned in response, straining, lifting her bottom and spreading for his wonderful dominating, controlling mouth. Mm. Bondage! How many times had she dreamed of doing this very thing with Johnny? No wonder he had sent her the gift. Thank you Johnny!
Just short of her climax, Hank withdrew and removed the ball gag.
Silence.
“Hank?”
Silence. Dark quiet, ghostly silence.
The door clunked shut. Had he returned to the hotel room? Something that sounded like ice in a plastic ice bucket rattled.
“Thirsty?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I see.”
“Are you going to take the blindfold off me?
“Master,” he said correcting her.
“Master.”
“It stays on.”
“I think you should let me come.”
“Not until I say you can.”
“What?”
“Tonight, I tell you what you can and can’t do. So. Do you want to continue?”
It didn’t take her long to say, “...yes.”
“Good.”
The ominous sound of ice clinking on the sides of a glass cut into the on again off again silence.
Treating her with moving deftness, Hank ran a thumb over her lower lip. “Suck it,” he ordered. “Run your tongue over it.”
“Yes sir.” And just like he ordered, she suckled his fingers and licked their tips.
“This is your water.”
Greedily she sucked an ice cube that he ran over her lips. Suddenly she felt moist coldness on her throat. It moved down to her puckered, shivering breast and over first one nipple and the other. Leaning over her on the bed, he caught a nipple between his taut lips and tugged. Down the ice ran over her quivering belly as a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat. Over her trimmed mound and down under, the ice cube went into her pussy. Carmine sucked in a breath as he lightly pinched the lips closed, trapping the dripping cube inside her until it melted.
When would he make her come? Did she dare ask?
“And now...for this, baby.”
“What?”
She pulled at the bonds, realizing the vicarious situation in which she found herself. “Feel free to tell me to stop.” His wonderful hands kneaded them like bread dough.
“Please,” she heard herself saying. “I want it.”
A cool band of some sort was slipped around a breast. He began winding--around and around each of her breasts giving them equal treatment. She felt them being squeezed. He was binding them.
“And the clamps...”
She moaned lightly wishing she was in a position to jut her breasts up to him offering them.
“Tell me thank you,” he said as he stroked her soft shoulder.
“Yes...thank you sir.” The word “sir” sounded so foreign to say.
He moved around on the bed until his head and hands moved between her legs. “You will enjoy this, so hold still.” He blew on her miniature penis, causing shivers of delight to course through her soul.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he fastened something to her.
“You’ll like it, my submissive, slave queen. It’s called a stimulator.”
“A what?” she asked shakily in disbelief, realizing that she’d never called anyone sir before.
“And you have to put this thing on again. Hopefully, I’m doing it right.”
“You really are.”
After he put the ball gag back on her he said as he strode away, “I’m going to leave for awhile. Enjoy babe. I will shave and shower.”
A couple of minutes later, she sucked in a deep breath and thought, oh my God! The discomfort intensified as did the pleasure. Fully she yielded to him; it felt so damned good.
“No coming. I’ll leave it on low and not make you wear the blindfold this time. How’s that?”
“Mm-hm.”
“That way, when I return, you’ll be ready.”
He wanted her aroused evidently. But, ready? For what, she wondered. To come? She was ready now.
In her state of helplessness, the mild vibration stimulated the sex at her Y to the core. She heard the door between the rooms close. Although the more she thought about it, what if he’d forget to return? What the hell had she gotten herself in to? The stimulator felt so utterly good.
S
he loved being dominated. Straining against her bonds, powerless and incapacitated, her breath ragged, Carmine endured the torturous entrapment; the agonizing effects should have struck a note of fear in her heart, but it didn’t. It surprised her that the dire situation only made her even hotter than she already was. She loved the mistreatment.
Damn it, he knew Johnny. Call it women’s intuition, but she realized that Hank was Johnny’s partner she’d heard about many times, but had never met. If she remembered correctly she saw him on one occasion in court. She’d been busy presenting her case to the court and didn’t pay that much attention. The next time she saw him, Hank definitely would receive her attention. Oh, of course he was Johnny’s partner.
So very much she needed to come, but he insisted she wait and she wanted to please her master.
* * * *
“There is something Baroque about fucking with the lights on,” said Hank. Leaning, Hank flicked the lights on when he entered the room. Carmine’s attention shot to him as his eyes feasted on her body. She squirmed under the effects of the stimulator.
“You haven’t come have you?” Hank asked in a mock stern tone.
“No sir.”
“You better not have.”
He detached her from the bar, stimulator and constraints. He removed the blindfold and grasped her black-corseted slender waist.
Carmine was more than ready. In her view, heightening her experience, Hank grasped his cock. One thick drop of come oozed from the tip.
“I want you to look at me when I fuck you.”
“I will look at you when I come.”
“Call my name. Squeeze my rod with your sex muscles.”
“I will.”
Hank slid a condom down the thick length of his penis as he stood on his knees between her legs. Hank’s rod entered her clenching canal; his thick cock ran deep into her, making her need skyrocket. It touched her heart how gentlemanly it was that he waited for her to become accustomed to his size.
Hank kissed her temple. “Are you all right?” he asked as he toyed with her erect nipples, causing her to whimper realizing that she enjoyed his effort as much as he did.
“Yes.” At this point she was desperate. In and out of her he pumped, faster and faster; their bodies moist with perspiration. She would never be the same after receiving ‘the gift’. Blood pounded in her ears as her cunt squeezed his cock. A substantial climax rocked her soul. Carmine called Hank’s name mindlessly.
But he didn’t come. “You climaxed quickly, didn’t you?” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. “But you need to do it again, don’t you. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.” And she was needy.
Under his breath he chuckled. “You’re such a fuckin’ class act.”
She adored his loving words. “Now close your eyes and give me a kiss and let’s go again.” Only Johnny said that when she climaxed the first time of the evening!
“Your eyes are so beautiful,” Hank rasped into her ear as her hand lifted to his jaw. He buried his spread fingers in her hair as his mouth covered hers.
The feel of his tongue very gently exploring the recesses of her mouth soon re-aroused her. Liquid heat flowed and re-ignited her passion, re-stoking her carnal hunger. Hank resumed his push and withdrawal rhythm drawing her slowly back up to a breathless re-awakening. Sex with Hank was every bit as good as it had been with Johnny. Their coupling seemed so epochal, so natural that her want compelled her to fuck with Hank again.
Simultaneously, they reached a mind-blowing orgasm. His hot flesh lowered onto her during a breathy exhalation. Soon each of them was lost into their thoughts. Minutes passed. A quiet time. Hank kept his arm around her, holding her close. Or, was he really Hank? She had her doubts.
As though he could read her thoughts he said, “You’re right.”
She blinked and her brow furrowed. “Did you just read my mind?”
“I did.”
“What did I think?”
“You were wondering if I’m Hank; that if I was someone else instead. Well, the answer is yes. I “borrowed” Hank’s body for this time with you...this goodbye gift.”
Dumbstruck, Carmine turned fully to him, pressing her body, from her breasts down to her thighs to his side. “I don’t want you to leave. I was such an utter fool to leave you...I...” A conglomeration of emotion...love, sadness, grief raged within. Tears wet her cheeks.
He ran a soothing index finger in small circles on her shoulder, then turned and looked at her in the darkness for a second. “It was only way I could think of to say goodbye. And I had to tell you goodbye, even after all these years.”
“Don’t leave.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Her conscience clawed at her for how she treated Johnny in the past. She had broken his heart. “I’ll stay with you this time.”
He reached and flipped off the nightlight on the bedside stand.
“I can’t stay, Carmine. As much I want to, but I’ve got to go. In a few hours you’ll be leaving on a jet plane and I’ll depart this life for good.” Johnny took a deep breath. “I’ve got to give Hank his body back. And they are waiting for me to crossover.”
“Who are they?” she asked then bit her lip.
“I don’t know. But I do know I love you very much. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t Johnny.” Another thought bothered her. “But why did you arrange this through Club 99?”
“It was the only way I could learn whether you still liked me. You did want my gift. You went to the club and accepted it.” He pressed pliant lips to her temple. “I’ll go to eternity knowing that you care.”
“I don’t understand. I--”
He delivered a rough but tender kiss to her waiting, parted lips. “Someday you will.”
“I knew it had been a mistake to leave you for Mark.” Unready to relinquish him again she said, “I missed you so. I missed everything about you, Johnny.”
“Someday we will meet again. I promise. When you awaken, I’ll be gone.”
The promise sounded unbelievable; she felt him again slipping out of her life. In boneless exhaustion, they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
The next day she boarded the jet bound for the United States, she looked about the cabin at faces, not seeing Johnny, knowing he had passed on. Perhaps he was right she’d see him again in the hereafter. An elderly gentleman put his carry-on in the compartment above their seats. A child squirmed in his mother’s lap. A stewardess help a woman fasten her seatbelt.
Carmine settled back in her seat for the long trip back. She realized that from that moment forward she would not give up relationships that other people thought were wrong for her. Only she knew her own heart and she had to make her own decisions. It was then she saw Hank, Johnny’s friend take a seat across the aisle.
He smiled her way. “How are you doing?”
She shook her head, not meaning to, but showing the overwhelming pain. “Just fine.”
“Johnny’s gone.” He seemed to be hurting too.
“Thanks for helping him,” said Carmine. She turned her line of vision toward the window and peered toward the wing. Missing Johnny, she closed her eyes and rested her head on a small white pillow looking outside. The goodbye gift given her just before Christmas would remain with her forever.
Goodbye, Johnny. My love for you will always remain in my heart.
Author Bio
Besides writing, Carol enjoys painting with oils and watercolor. She likes to sew and make quilts. At home in the Midwest, she lives with her husband and small dog.
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