‘What do you mean?’
‘From what I’ve heard you’re pretty brave when it comes to business.’
‘How do you know that?’
Simon looked annoyed with himself. ‘Forget I said that. It was out of line.’
‘It certainly was. What’s my business life got to do with you?’
‘Nothing. Like I said, forget I spoke. I apologise. There, does that make you feel any better?’
It would have done if he’d sounded as though he’d meant it, but Natalie could tell that he didn’t. It only reinforced what she’d suspected all along: that his feelings towards her were more personal than he wanted her to know. Luckily his words had the effect of giving her the courage to step into the lift, because she was determined to prove that she was as brave in her private life as she was in her business dealings.
The lift began its descent quickly and Natalie’s stomach felt as though it was in her throat. With a gasp of fright she clutched at Simon’s arm. ‘Don’t worry, it’s never crashed yet,’ he said smoothly.
Natalie quickly withdrew her hand. ‘It took me by surprise, that’s all.’
‘I think that this might as well,’ he murmured. She felt his hand in the small of her back as he propelled her out of the lift and into a dimly lit stone-walled corridor. Here, down in the basement, there were no luxurious carpets – and, as far as she could see, no windows. It was cold as well as gloomy and she shivered, wishing that she’d put on a long-sleeved top rather than a sleeveless dress. She could hear strange sounds coming from somewhere, moans and cries, but whether of pleasure or distress she couldn’t tell. Instinctively she moved backwards a little and bumped into Simon.
‘You only have to watch,’ he reminded her.
‘But what about next Sunday?’ she whispered.
‘You’re not compelled to come back. Of course, you won’t get a refund but apart from that nothing terrible will happen to you. Do you want to go and look at what’s happening or not?’
Part of her did, but part of her didn’t. She had the strangest feeling that although she was frightened, she was being drawn into a world that was going to fascinate her, a world that she should reject but was going to embrace. Simon, standing so tall and dark next to her, seemed like a fallen angel, the man who was going to show her a world of forbidden delights and hitherto unknown pleasures.
‘Only you can decide.’ Simon’s voice was unexpectedly gentle.
‘Can’t you order me to look?’ suggested Natalie.
Simon shook his head. ‘It has to be your choice, your decision. It’s a big step, Natalie. No one can make your mind up for you. We’re not here to force people into doing things against their wishes.’
‘But I’m here to learn obedience. If you tell me I have to look, then surely it’s part of the course if I obey.’
‘Not in this instance. Why are you so frightened?’
‘I think I’m afraid of myself,’ she confessed.
‘In that case, you’re missing out on a lot of pleasure. Be bold, Natalie. You’ll never get another chance.’
She knew that he was right. ‘I want to see everything that’s happening,’ she said firmly and at that moment she heard a man crying out despairingly.
‘Fine.’ Simon’s voice was once more brisk and matter-of-fact. ‘There’s no point in going to look at room number one: it sounds as though it will be some time before there’s any interesting action in there again. Let’s try room number three – you should find that fascinating.’
All the rooms had doors like those of medieval prisons – massive, forbidding slabs of smoke-darkened oak, studded with crude great iron nails and banded with broad strips of pitted, dull metal. When Simon pushed against them it was clear that they were heavy, but as none of them was completely shut the sounds were able to travel from room to room, up and down the corridor. The resulting atmosphere was dangerously erotic.
Although there were no windows in the room they entered there were spotlights in all the corners, focused on a large mattress placed on a high wooden base. A man was lying spreadeagled in the middle of the bed, his wrists and ankles handcuffed to the main structure. Natalie thought he looked vaguely familiar, and realised that he’d been one of the men sitting in the circle who’d watched her the previous night.
Whilst watching her he’d looked quite arrogant, and although he was handsome she’d been relieved that he hadn’t been picked as her partner for the night. Now there was no arrogance left in him. His breathing was hoarse and his muscular, naked body was covered in sweat. There were three naked girls on the bed with him. One of them was sitting near his head, a second kneeling between his legs and the third was running her fingers lightly over his belly.
‘What are they doing to him?’ Natalie asked Simon.
‘Ssh!’ murmured the other watchers, who were standing in the shadows.
Simon put his mouth right up to Natalie’s ear so that he could tell her without disturbing them. ‘Ralph knows that he’s only allowed to come inside one of the girls,’ he explained. ‘They keep bringing him to the edge of a climax, but then none of them will sit on top of him. Because of the way he’s restrained there’s very little he can do about it. If he comes any other way, then he gets punished – and he’s already been punished twice this morning.’
Natalie looked at the helpless man and felt her belly stir with excitement. It was obvious that he was very near to coming again. His erection was straining sharply upwards, almost touching his belly, and she could see how tight his muscles were, while the tendons in his neck and arms were like whipcords.
The girl who was sitting near his head sat astride his face and then started to lower herself on to him. ‘Make me come with your tongue,’ she ordered him, and Ralph began to frantically lick and suck at her, obviously hoping that if he could please her she might take pity on him.
Natalie’s own sex started to throb as she watched the girl’s eyes begin to close with pleasure while Ralph’s tongue worked busily between her thighs. She could see that he knew what he was doing because the girl was very quickly giving excited cries of pleasure and her breasts swelled. After a few minutes she shook from head to toe as he obediently gave her an orgasm.
Breathing heavily, the girl lifted herself off Ralph. Then, kneeling over him, she kissed him deeply on the mouth, so that she could taste her own juices. This excited Ralph even more and his hips jerked as he arched upwards, searching for relief for his tight, swollen, aching cock. But it quickly became obvious that the girls still hadn’t finished with him. As the middle girl continued to caress the skin that was stretched tightly over his hip bones, letting her fingers roam into his dark, curly pubic hair, the girl who was crouched between his thighs leaned forward. She then held her large breasts apart and wrapped them around the end of Ralph’s erection.
‘No!’ he shouted. ‘Don’t do that!’ But the girl only laughed. Then she started to run her hands over the outer sides of her breasts, moving them around, up and down the most sensitive part of his erection until, with a despairing howl of anguish, Ralph climaxed.
Natalie watched, fascinated by Ralph’s predicament, as he ejaculated over the girl’s breasts. But although his sperm had spilled it was clear that he had derived no pleasure from it – because he’d broken the rule.
‘Oh dear!’ laughed the girl, who was at the head of the bed. ‘Poor Ralph – just when you were doing so well, too. Now you’ll have to be punished again.’
‘How long is this going to go on?’ shouted Ralph.
‘It goes on until you finally learn to obey,’ said a voice from the furthest corner of the room. Immediately Ralph fell silent. After a few minutes the girl who’d been caressing his belly got off the bed, only to return with a small riding crop in her right hand.
Natalie was now so excited that she forgot to feel sorry for Ralph. All she could think about was her own hungry flesh: the prospect of watching the hapless Ralph being punished excited her still further
. The riding crop was used skilfully, each of the girls administering three swift blows before handing it on to the next girl. Soon Ralph’s chest, waist and abdomen were covered with thin red lines. But, although he cried out in protest every time the crop fell, Natalie saw that he was starting to grow hard again.
‘Surely he’s not enjoying it?’ she whispered to Simon.
‘As I told you before, there can be pleasure in pain,’ Simon whispered back.
The punishment continued until each of the girls had had two turns with the crop. Then they began to stroke and caress the tethered man. As their fingers tickled his incredibly sensitive testicles he started to give muted cries of anguish. Once more, his pleasure was building.
This time one of the girls positioned herself above his rigid cock. Very slowly she lowered herself on to him, allowing the tip to enter her, but then quickly raising herself, leaving him straining upwards, desperately trying to bury himself in her moist, welcoming warmth once more.
‘Come on,’ said Simon to Natalie. ‘They’ll keep him in suspense for a long time yet. They’re very good at their job. There’s something else that you need to see now, something that’s happening in room number four.’
Natalie knew that she had to go, had to do as Simon said. But she was reluctant to leave the room because the sight of a man so helpless, and yet so needy, was one of the most exciting things she’d ever seen.
‘It looks as though you were right,’ said Simon, as they walked down the corridor to room number four.
‘Right about what?’
‘Being afraid of yourself.’ With that he opened the heavy wooden door and then stood back to allow Natalie to enter first.
If anything this room was even darker than the first. The spotlights were less bright, and at first Natalie’s eyes had difficulty in adjusting. She could tell from the atmosphere in the room that something very exciting was happening, and she could also hear whimpers of sexual arousal coming from a girl somewhere. It was only when her eyes finally adapted to the gloom that she was able to make out what was happening.
A tall, voluptuous brunette was standing on tiptoe, handcuffed to an overhead beam. She was completely naked except for a pair of black, lacy hold-up stockings and stiletto shoes. Standing next to her, one arm around her waist in an apparently tender gesture, was Rob Gill. Since it was Rob, Natalie knew that it couldn’t really be a tender gesture. Clearly it was Rob who was teaching the brunette some kind of lesson in obedience, and from the look of the girl he was doing it very well.
‘What’s happening here?’ Natalie whispered to Simon.
‘It’s very simple. Joanne can come as many times as she likes – but she has to ask permission before she does. Her main problem is that she can’t bear to do that, and sometimes, knowing Rob, she probably doesn’t even have the time. Again, when she disobeys this simple order, she’s punished.’
‘Is she freed if she obeys?’
‘Not straight away. She’s down here for a couple of hours.’
Natalie’s mouth went dry. All at once she realised that, in a week’s time, this could be her. She could be standing on tiptoe, her arms stretched tightly upwards, tethered to a beam, while people watched her struggling both with her own sexuality and her obstinacy.
‘I don’t know if I could ask permission,’ she admitted.
‘Then next week should be very interesting indeed,’ said Simon dryly.
It was clear that they’d entered the room during a rest period because now Rob withdrew his arm and knelt down in front of the brunette.
Tenderly his fingers caressed the silken flesh above the lacy stocking tops and the girl trembled violently, the chains of her handcuffs rattling slightly. Very slowly Rob’s right hand moved higher as he caressed the inner creases of her groin. Now she was panting with desire. Finally, but still very slowly, he slid two fingers inside her, moving them around and pressing firmly against her inner vaginal walls.
The brunette’s whole body began to quake and Natalie could feel her own panties becoming wet as her flesh responded to the caresses she was watching. Keeping two fingers inside the tethered girl, Rob slid his thumb upwards towards her clitoris. Natalie tried to imagine how it must feel to wait, unable to hurry Rob and trying to judge the right moment to ask permission to come.
Whether the brunette refused to ask permission on purpose or not, Natalie couldn’t tell, but she suspected not. It seemed to her that the moment the pad of Rob’s thumb touched the area around the brunette’s clitoris the girl’s body spasmed helplessly, not giving her a second in which to ask for permission before her pleasure erupted. For a brief moment she gasped with delight before full realisation of what she’d done sunk in. Then she began to whimper with fear.
‘You still forgot to ask,’ said Rob quietly.
‘I didn’t have time,’ sobbed the brunette.
Rob stroked the girl’s skin, which was covered with a film of perspiration, and brushed her brown curly hair back off her face. He stroked the side of her neck tenderly. ‘Then you must learn better control,’ he said gently. And as Natalie watched he produced a pair of nipple clamps.
Before putting them on the brunette he licked and sucked at her nipples until they were standing out proudly. He fastened one clamp on to each of her stiffened teats and stood back to admire the effect. The girl squirmed as the plastic teeth touched the tender rigid nipples, and Rob tugged lightly on the silver chain that was suspended from the clamps. ‘You should enjoy those: your breasts are so sensitive,’ he told her. Then he ran his hands down her quivering body, cupping her buttocks for a moment as he paused to consider what to do next.
The brunette was quaking with excitement, her body trembling as though caught in a breeze as it hung suspended from the beam. Natalie felt ashamed of herself because of how much the scene excited her. A part of her mind told her that she was wrong to be turned on by it, that this was something that she should reject, but despite this attempt at self-control she couldn’t help herself. There was something about the whole situation – the image of the brunette trapped, albeit with her own consent, in the handcuffs while Rob Gill pleasured her – that was incredibly arousing. As for the other onlookers, their excitement only added to Natalie’s own.
For a few moments Rob stood behind the suspended girl, lifting her up off the ground and taking her weight for a few seconds before letting her feet touch the ground once more. At which point he took hold of her perfect buttocks again, kneading them slowly and deliberately. All the time the brunette’s body continued to quiver as the nipple clamps did their work, making her incredibly aware of her soft, sensitive globes.
Finally, Rob released the girl’s buttocks and walked back in front of her, casually taking off his clothes until he too was naked. It was obvious then that he was as excited as the girl. For a fleeting moment Natalie wondered what it must be like to be the brunette, with all eyes on her as she waited to see what Rob was going to do to her next.
Rob put his hands on the undersides of the brunette’s breasts, pushing them upwards until she gasped, but whether from pain or ecstasy Natalie couldn’t tell. Then he removed the nipple clamp from the girl’s left breast. She moaned with relief as the blood coursed through the sensitive tissue once more and Rob fastened his mouth around it. His tongue licked the tip and the brunette began to shiver.
‘I want to come,’ she whispered.
‘Not yet,’ said Rob firmly as he removed his mouth from the sensitive area. Natalie was shocked when he abruptly replaced the nipple clamp and the brunette, despite pleading as she was meant to, was once again left with her pleasure frustrated.
Rob then repeated the process with the girl’s right breast. Only this time, when her body began to shake with mounting desire, she didn’t even bother to ask for permission to come. Clearly, she understood that permission would be denied: her eyes gazed imploringly at Rob but she never uttered a word. Again the nipple clamp was replaced and he moved behind her once more. His st
eps were purposeful – and Natalie saw that he was now fully erect.
He slid a small wooden block beneath the brunette’s feet so that her arms no longer bore her full weight. Then he parted her buttocks and his fingers began to caress between them. Natalie’s own buttocks clenched in an instinctive response to the sensations that she imagined the brunette would be feeling.
After a few minutes the girl began to whimper. ‘Please don’t do this,’ she gasped. ‘I can’t take much more.’
‘Of course you can,’ said Rob smoothly. ‘You’ve nearly completed the course: you understand your sexuality now, and so do we. This is what you really like, this is how you gain the maximum pleasure.’
‘No, it isn’t,’ cried the brunette. But Natalie could tell that the protest was half-hearted. Clearly the girl knew that Rob was telling her the truth. Somehow, during the course of her training, the girl had learned more about herself than she wanted to. And Rob was determined that she should understand this before she left them. In this way, Natalie saw, the brunette would be liberated, her body free to enjoy sex in ways that she would never have allowed herself before coming to The Haven.
For several more minutes the fingers of Rob’s left hand continued to move around and between the girl’s buttocks. Then, very slowly, his right arm moved around the brunette so that he was able to stimulate her clitoris at the same time. Once his fingers had found the magic spot, the girl’s mouth opened in a gasp of ecstatic pleasure.
Now the brunette was shaking so much that Natalie was afraid she might fall off the wooden block. Rob appeared to have no such fears because, without any warning, he thrust himself abruptly into the girl’s anus, slamming his hips up against her so that she gave a scream of shock. But the busy fingers of his right hand ensured that any initial discomfort was quickly dissipated by the delicious sensations that were coursing through her lower belly.
With his left arm, Rob held the imprisoned girl steady as he thrust in and out of her taboo entrance. She began to utter keening sounds of pleasure as the forbidden caresses started to arouse her frantic body even more.
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