Stephanie's Domain

by Susanna Hughes

  The car headed out of the terminal and on to the main freeway into New York. Stephanie stripped off her fur.

  'Is anything wrong, Devlin?' Stephanie said sensing his mood. Sensing his mood was, after all, her specialty.

  'No,' he said in a way that clearly meant yes.

  'Devlin,' she said firmly.

  'I've been thinking a lot about you. I've missed you.'

  'I missed you too.' She meant it but knew it was not the response he wanted.

  'You see... I... When we were talking on the phone. You made me so hard. You turn me on so much. I lay awake at nights thinking about the things we've done, you've done to me. Nobody's ever made me feel what you've made me feel.'

  'Good.'

  'I couldn't wait for you to arrive.'

  Stephanie felt a wave of affection for Devlin, real affection like she had never felt for anyone in her life. But a display of affection was not what Devlin wanted. She didn't have to be a mind-reader to know what he was trying to say to her, what he wanted right here and now in the back of the huge car.

  'And this is how you greet me? Is that a proper greeting?' The softness had gone from her voice. 'You're supposed to be infatuated with me and you slouch on the seat next to me. Did I give you permission to sit there?'

  Stephanie felt a thrill course through her as she assumed the mantel of command: it was a role she had come to love, a game she would never tire of playing. In fact it was more than a game now. It was a part of her. And, apparently, a part of Devlin too.

  'No.'

  'No what?' she snapped her voice like the crack of a whip.

  'No, mistress.'

  'Then get down on the floor where you belong.'

  The chauffeur of the Cadillac was black, his hair shaved into the shortest of crew cuts, his chauffeur's cap too small for his square head and a bull-like neck. Stephanie saw his eyes in the rear-view mirror and they were not looking at the traffic. The divider between the driver and the passenger was firmly closed: he could not hear what was happening but there was nothing to stop him seeing.

  This did not appear to inhibit Devlin. He slid on to the floor of the car and sat at her feet. He looked up like an adoring dog waiting for his next command.

  'Kiss my feet,' Stephanie said, crossing her legs and dangling one red leather clad foot in front of him. He kissed the front of her ankle, then the arch of her foot until his mouth met the leather of the shoe. 'Lick the shoe,' she ordered when he hesitated and he obeyed immediately. 'And the heel, suck on the heel.'

  Devlin obeyed again. She could see his erection growing but, what was more, could feel her own excitement. She recrossed her legs so that Devlin was presented with the other foot. He licked enthusiastically, then sucked the long pointed heel into his mouth. He was looking up Stephanie's short skirt. He could see her creamy thighs above the beige stockings, and a tiny patch of her knickers, a triangle of silk bordered by her thick growth of pubic hair.

  'Did I tell you to stop,' Stephanie barked, nudging his cheek with the red leather toe.

  'Sorry, mistress.'

  He retraced his route, licking every inch of leather, kissing every millimetre of nylon.

  'Now, Devlin. I want you to take my stockings off.'

  He started to get up. She pushed him back with her foot. 'Stay where you are. Do it from there.'

  Eagerly he ran his hands up her long slender legs, his fingers rasping against the nylon until they reached the little nub of rubber that cinched the nylon into the metal loop of the suspender at the side of her thigh. He fumbled, not able to see what he was doing from where he was kneeling on the rich carpeting of the Cadillac.

  'Don't be so clumsy,' Stephanie chided. In kneeling forward his cock was pressed against her calves. She could feel how hard he was.

  Devlin could feel the flesh above the welt of the stocking. It felt so soft in contrast to the harshness of the nylon, so warm and inviting. Finally he managed to push the circle of rubber through the metal ring. He moved his hands on to the top of her thigh and found the other suspender. He fumbled again, his excitement making his fingers difficult to control.

  Stephanie prodded his erection with the tip of her leather shoe.

  He unclipped the second suspender but before he could begin to pull the stocking down Stephanie crossed her legs again.

  'Now the other one,' she said.

  He repeated the process while the tip of Stephanie's shoe tapped against his erection.

  Stephanie watched as his fingers worked on the suspenders. Her skirt had ridden up on the leather seat and an expanse of thigh above the stockings was clearly visible. The chauffeur's eyes were glued to the rear-view mirror. He would like to have adjusted it, she knew, tilting it down so he could see into her lap. But he dare not for fear the movement would attract attention.

  As soon as Devlin had freed both suspenders on her other leg Stephanie put the sole of her foot on Devlin's chest and kicked him back. Off balance he sprawled out on the floor of the car.

  The car was slowing to go across the Queensboro Bridge into the centre of Manhattan. Stephanie pulled off her shoes and slowly, very slowly rolled down her stockings.

  She had an audience. Two pairs of eyes peered into the rear-view mirror to try and catch every movement.

  By the time they had crossed the bridge Stephanie was pulling the second stocking from the end of her toe. She threw it down on to Devlin's face, as she had the first one. It was still warm.

  He was about to sit up.

  'Stay where you are,' Stephanie snapped. She slid off the seat on to the floor, turned round, so that her bum was facing Devlin, then wriggled her skirt up until it was around her waist. She edged back along Devlin's body until she was kneeling over his face, the long slit of her sex covered by a slash of tight cream silk.

  'Is that what you want?' she asked.

  'Yes, oh yes!'

  'Get on with it then.'

  She lowered herself on to Devlin's mouth and immediately felt his hot breath panting against her labia. His tongue licked at the thong of the G-string.

  Now the chauffeur could see nothing but her shoulders and the back of her neck. They were on the streets of Manhattan, the car crawling along in the traffic, stopping for lights and police cops with truncheons and whistles, the heat escaping from the subway ventilation shafts and vaporising in the cold morning air.

  Devlin's cock stood up from his trousers, like a tent pole stretching the material of his trousers like the big top of a circus.

  'Come on,' Stephanie urged. 'Use your tongue, Devlin.' She felt his tongue try to push aside the thong of the knickers but it was buried deep between her labia. 'You're useless,' she scolded using her hand to pull the crotch of the knickers to one side. Instantly his tongue probed between her labia and up to her clitoris.

  Up to now it had been a performance, a role she had played. But as Devlin's expert tongue worked on her clit her excitement took over, a massive charge coursing through her body like an electric shock as she felt her own wetness against his mouth. She squirmed down on Devlin's face, feeling his chin against her pubic bone, his bulbous nose edging between the lips of her cunt.

  The car was stationary at traffic lights. As New Yorkers walked by they stared straight into the limousine, trying to see beyond the black glass and their own reflection, to see who might be inside. Stephanie could see their faces, staring at her, old men, young men, middle-aged women, staring straight into her eyes - or so it seemed. She was coming. She couldn't stop herself. Maybe it was the experience with Oscar on the plane, maybe all the staring faces, or maybe just the exquisite way Devlin's mouth and tongue worked on her. Whatever it was she felt the waves of feeling beginning to flood her body, waves whipped up rapidly until their peaks and troughs merged into one long peak and she moaned as she came over Devlin's artful tongue.

  She felt, at the same time, a huge gush of her juices deep inside her cunt, running down, the silky waters soaking Devlin's face.

  'You
can't even make me come,' she said contradicting every nerve in her body. She slumped back into the leather seat. Devlin's face was covered, from the bridge of his nose to the end of his chin, with her wetness. 'I hope you're going to do better than that when we get to the hotel.'

  Stephanie saw the chauffeur's eyes in the rear-view mirror. She pulled her skirt back down over her thighs. She pushed the button that wound the divider between driver and passengers down. Electric motors whirred.

  'How long will it be?'

  'Nearly there, miss,' he said, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat. 'Five minutes.'

  She wound the divider up again.

  'Don't think I'm finished with you,' she said.

  Devlin didn't attempt to get back on to the seat. He spent the rest of the journey on the floor while Stephanie gazed at the skyscrapers. New York had changed a lot since her last visit but then New York was always changing. Skyscrapers, once landmarks, were demolished and replaced by new ones - higher, more impressive - almost overnight.

  The Cadillac pulled up outside the Pierre hotel and Devlin quickly scrambled out stuffing Stephanie's stockings into his pocket. Stephanie shucked herself into the fur coat and stepped out of the car, her bare legs feeling the cold outside. Porters loaded her cases on to a trolley while Devlin lead the way into the hotel. Stephanie glimpsed the trees of Central Park at the far end of the street.

  They went straight up in the lift to the top floor. Devlin lead the way to their suite. The windows provided a panoramic view of Central Park and the surrounding skyscrapers, though it was the almost Gothic splendour of the Plaza hotel to one side of the park that dominated the scene.

  The L-shaped living room was furnished with two sofas in a delicate floral print with the shorter end of the 'L' containing a walnut antique dining table and ten, nineteenth-century dining chairs. A flower arrangement sat in the centre of the table. A sideboard displayed a full array of drinks and glasses with a fridge for wine and ice concealed behind one of its doors.

  But Stephanie was in no mood for admiring the decor or the view.

  'Do you want any breakfast?' Devlin asked.

  'Where's the bathroom?' she said maintaining her imperious mood.

  'Through here.'

  Devlin opened the door into a palatial bedroom with an extra wide double bed. The room was decorated with the same lavish attention to detail as the living room; the pattern on the counterpane picked up in the flounced edges of the heavy curtains and their tie-backs, the predominant burgundy colour echoed exactly in the carpet. The walls were lined with cream silk. Another huge arrangement of flowers, seemingly also colour coordinated to match the room, were set on a burgundy lacquered table, in a niche presumably designed for the purpose.

  The bathroom beyond was black marble.

  'Unzip me,' Stephanie said not looking at Devlin at all, pretending he did not exist, that he was an object of no importance.

  He obeyed. She stepped out of the dress, then pulled off the wet panties. She unhooked the suspender belt. Leaving Devlin in the bedroom she ran a shower and climbed under it.

  The bellboy arrived with the luggage, bringing it in from the bedroom door that lead directly to the corridor. He laid the cases out on folding luggage stands. Devlin tipped the boy.

  'I've booked a table at the Four Seasons for tonight,' Devlin said as Stephanie came out of the bathroom, rubbing herself dry with a towel. Her naked body looked tanned in the harsh northern light of New York.

  'So you can't even make me come,' she said ignoring his attempt at small talk. 'I gave you your chance, didn't I? Get your clothes off.'

  Devlin pulled off his clothes as fast as he could. Stephanie felt a rush of excitement as she saw his erect cock. After her experiences on the plane and in the car what her body wanted now was to be fucked, being fucked by Devlin was not like being fucked by any other man.

  'Open my cases. The keys are in my bag,' she ordered when Devlin was naked. While Devlin hurried to obey she finished drying her body. In the second case he opened she found what she wanted, the short riding crop with the braided leather grip.

  She lay down on the bed. Devlin's erection was massive, gnarled and ugly.

  'I'm going to give you a second chance. Get your head down here.' She had bent her knees and opened her legs wide apart. Her hairy sex seemed to wink at him as she touched it with the tip of the whip.

  Devlin knelt up on the bed and immediately plunged his mouth down on to her sex, his body at right angles to hers, his arse in the air, round and vulnerable.

  His tongue found her clitoris again, as it had in the car.

  The shower had dried her juices. Her labia were arid, uncooperative, intractable. He used his saliva to moisten the tender flesh stroking her clitoris from side to side. Almost instantly he felt her juices starting to flow, her labia soften, her whole sex melting over his mouth.

  Raising the whip she slapped it down on his arse. She felt hot breath expel from his mouth in pain but he did not break his rhythm. She whipped him again and suddenly felt the change in her body, like a change of gear, the change from pleasant sensation to sexual need. She whipped him again, harder, then dropped the whip and arched up off the bed to hold his head down on to her cunt with her hands, pulling at his hair. Her dryness had turned to a copious flood.

  'You're useless,' she said feeling the opposite. 'Use your finger.' She saw the pictures of their first night in her mind, his finger in her cunt, the photographs laid out on the polished yew chest of drawers. She remembered the pictures, she remembered the event. The two memories were confused, fused. She didn't know which turned her on more.

  Without taking his mouth away from her cunt she felt his huge finger nose between the lips of her cunt. In one smooth lunge his finger was inside her, as deep as a cock and as thick. Unlike a cock a finger could bend and flex and scratch against the very top of her womb and crook itself to explore every inch of the cavern of her cunt, all the time stretching it, challenging it, pulling at its elasticity, feelings only Devlin could give.

  Stephanie felt herself coming. She picked up the whip and slashed it across Devlin's body. This time it missed the fleshy arse and landed on his back. Then the feelings he was creating in her body, in her sex, took over, wiped away everything but the feeling of orgasm as her body spasmed over his finger and mouth.

  'You're useless,' she scowled, her eyes closed, the words turning another screw of tension in her body. She was not finished yet. 'Useless. I want more. Harder.'

  He plunged his finger in and out of her, reaming it into her now soaking wet cunt.

  'Make me come,' she screamed whipping the crop down again, this time hitting the meat of his arse.

  He worked feverishly with his tongue as his finger pumped into her cunt. With all the wetness he could feel the little bud of her arse. It seemed to be open, inviting. He posed his finger over it, not knowing whether to risk probing deeper.

  Stephanie felt what he was doing. She didn't know whether she'd be able to take his huge finger in her arse. They'd never tried. 'Do it,' she ordered.

  He didn't need a second invitation. His finger probed up to his first knuckle. There was no resistance. He pushed further. He felt Stephanie's reaction, he felt her cunt contracting as she shuddered to another climax. It was like no other feeling she'd ever had. Two massive fingers, bigger than most cocks, stretching her delicate sex in every direction. Her nerves convulsed, her muscles locked.

  'Deeper,' she moaned wanting more.

  He pushed forward to the next knuckle. She felt herself on the brink again but this time Devlin took the initiative, driving his second finger right up inside her anus so it was alongside the first, separated only by the thin membranes of her body.

  If she experienced a wave of pain at having this huge object thrust into her, it was a pain so closely allied to pleasure that it rocketed her orgasm so high she could not feel or see anything but a solid wall of dark ecstasy, a wall that surrounded her, encased her, taki
ng over every sense in her body and subjecting it to seamless pleasure.

  Devlin felt the tensions of her body relax. He pulled his fingers out gently. But the ripples of sensation that this caused made Stephanie quiver again. She felt little knots of feelings untie, echoes of the greater release she had just experienced. She lay for a long time in the furrow of pleasure she had ploughed.

  But the game was not over.

  'You're completely useless,' she lied. 'I might as well have had the chauffeur fuck me for all the use you are.' Stephanie stood up and went to find her handbag. 'Well, what good are you to me? Perhaps you'd like to watch me fuck the chauffeur?'

  'No, mistress.'

  'I suppose you've used up all your energy wanking, haven't you? I found your wanking pit, Devlin.' She took the envelope from her bag and threw the photographs down on the bed. Pictures of her naked body stared up at her. 'Well don't tell me you didn't use these to wank with. All the body oil. A vibrator in your arse. Those little panties wrapped round your cock. I can just see it.'

  For the first time since she had known him she saw Devlin blush, a deep crimson. He could not look her in the eyes.

  'Well I want a demonstration. I want to see how you do it. Come on wank for me. There's the pictures. Or do you need the video too?'

  'I haven't done it since I met you,' he said weakly.

  'I bet you haven't. Come on, I told you what to do. Do it.'

  Devlin's huge hand circled his erection. She picked up the whip from the bed and thwacked it across the top of his thigh.

  'I want to see you spunk.'

  'Please,' he said.

  'Please what?'

  He began wanking himself slowly, his giant fist moving up and down his equally large cock. Stephanie whipped his arse again. The sound of leather against flesh seemed to echo through the room. There was already a grid of red welts on his white flesh.

  'Please what?' she repeated.

  'I want to fuck you.'

  Without letting him see her face Stephanie could not help smiling.

  'After all you've done. You want to be allowed to fuck me?'