Chapter Nineteen
When they got back to Jack’s house, Helen asked him who he’d been speaking to, but he wouldn’t be drawn, and teased her for a while before refusing outright to tell her what his discussion had been about.
“Please tell me,” she said as they sat drinking coffee, but still he said no. Deciding that now was the time to show him despite her change of image, she was the same when it came to pleasing him in the bedroom, she started to kiss him thinking she would get it out of him sooner or later.
As she climbed on top of him, he pushed her off saying:
“Knock that off slut. Did you really think you’d get away scot free for what you did? You’ve apologised to Annette for attacking her; you've apologised to me and the band for your behaviour too. But do you know what? I’ve never punished you for it.”
Helen hung her head and listened to what Jack said, eyes to the floor.
“When I was nineteen I beat the shit out of a man who cut in front of me in a bar queue. My father bailed me out of that one, by paying the guy I assaulted off, so I wouldn’t get a criminal record. I’ve just done the same for you, and don’t you ever forget it. I know, and you know full well there’s no excuse for violence and fighting like that. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Helen said. “Thank you again for what you did for me.”
“Good. Now whatever you might have believed, I've never been wanting or intending to end our relationship. I just needed a break from you and all this, and some time alone to think this week.”
“And?” Helen waited to see what was coming next.
“I’m not sure if there is hope for us long-term or not. I’m crazy about you, but I’m not going to settle for just being used as a stepping stone to help you to get on, in the music industry. If that’s all I am to you, then I don’t want to go on seeing you. The Curves have a contract with Big Log records, and of course you will still be signed to us for its lifetime, but the personal stuff will be at an end.”
As Helen interrupted, Jack silenced her and continued.
“Whatever happens between us in the future, right now you need to be punished. Don’t think you are going to get away with what you did at the party.”
Helen tried yet again to speak, but Jack told her to shut up and do as she was told. Once she’d followed him upstairs, she walked into his bedroom to see a coil of rope lying on the futon bed. She knew what was going to happen. When ordered to lie upon the mattress with her face down, she did as she was told only whispering “Oh you kinky cunt!” as Jack tied her wrists to the bed’s wooden slats.
Jack thought how much he loved the cheeky remarks she made to him, but hid his pleasure by asking, “What was that you insubordinate slut?” in a stern voice as he stepped back. Then he didn’t do anything else but stand and look at her. She’d been lying for a while with her face buried in the pillow, when she was told by him to get on all fours and raise her hips. After what seemed an interminable period of extreme discomfort, a diagonal lash landed across her upturned backside. The stinging seemed different to before. More concentrated on one strip of flesh and much more agonising.
She didn’t dare to lift her head, but managed to look sideways towards Jack to try to see what he was using to whip her behind. Sure enough he wasn’t using his bare hand to give her pain; he was punishing her with a cane. As the second vicious stroke came down it crossed over the mark made by the first, leaving an X-mark searing across her cheeks with the centre of it exactly placed on her butt crack.
True to his habit Jack stood back and looked at his handiwork and smiled before continuing. Holding the cane against Helen’s bottom, he pressed it in so deep that the indent showed him where to aim his next lash. And when he did the pain was even more unspeakable than before. After he’d repeated the process once more, Jack ordered a weeping Helen to stay where she was and went out of the room. She wasn’t able to see what he was doing when he returned, but when a camera flash went off, she screamed with rage. Then she gave a muffled demand for the image to be deleted. Refusing outright, Jack untied her and told her to look in the mirror. When she turned around, she saw a perfectly placed grid of four lines across her cheeks.
“I think perhaps I should email Annette a photo of this and invite her here for a game of noughts and crosses on your backside don’t you?” Jack said laughing and dodged out of the way. As Helen tried to slap his face, he pushed her back down on the bed and told her to turn over again, before gently kissing both her buttocks. Then he left her alone for a brief time, and as she was wondering what was coming next, and if she could take much more of this madness, the fire on her behind was calmed by a cold wet towel being placed across her burning flesh. Once the smarting had subsided Jack took the towel off her, and dried her buttocks off, before gently applying some cream to take the last of the stinging away.
When she turned on to her back the pain was numbed enough that she didn’t mind Jack’s weight on top of her, and offered up no objection when he put her legs over his shoulders in the way he knew she loved.
To her surprise, despite all the discomfort and agony, she’d been put through, Helen felt a wet sensation between her legs. Then as Jack entered her ready and willing cunt, it gave way easily to his enormous cock so that he could slide it in all the way to the hilt. As he started ramming into her hard and fast, the friction caused by the motion of her hips against the bed sheet, began to make the cane marks on her cheeks burn like fire again. However, when he put his hands under her throbbing buttocks and squeezed them in time with his long, deep thrusts, despite the pain, the only cries she gave, were cries of ecstasy.
As they reached their climax together in a grunting, moaning mound of flesh, Jack roared out loud before falling forward in a state of exhaustion on top of Helen. Then he started to go to sleep. She knew there was no way she could stay pinned down under him for long with her legs over his shoulders, so she tried to wriggle herself free. After untangling herself from beneath him, she was kept awake by the pain in her buttocks for most of the night, with the main thing on her mind being who Jack had been talking to at the gig.
Chapter Twenty
Despite Helen’s continuous pestering about the subject of ‘Later,’ it wasn’t until Jack saw all the band together at the studio that he confirmed the good news. At some point in the future, he’d gotten them a slot on the show. The members of the band already knew that there had just been a series shown on BBC2, and there was much discussion on the subject of when the next one would be aired.
“I’m waiting to hear, so I’m telling you to practice, practice, and more practice. You’ve got some more gigs coming up, so use that time to get better at working the audience. You have great stage presence already, and that is the key to everything. Keep concentrating on projecting yourselves well, and you might even be asked on to a second show.”
As the band packed up to leave at the end of their session, Jack cornered Helen quietly saying, “Get upstairs you slut, there’s a surprise waiting for you.” As she went running up, Helen was very excited. Jack’s surprises usually meant she would be in some pain and discomfort in a new and different way, but the end would always be the same. He would keep fucking and fucking her, until she could barely stand up.
So she wasn’t expecting to walk into the living room to find candles everywhere, and the dining room table set for a romantic dinner for two, with a chef working in the kitchen. Soon after she was sitting down to the most delectable meal, she’d ever eaten in her life.
The food was simple but delicious. The couple shared a beautifully presented antipasti platter containing Greek olives with succulent smoked chicken and Parma ham, with some homemade focaccia bread, on the side. As a main course, they were served juicy grilled tuna with freshly made pasta, before moving on to what the chef called a Chocolate Love Pudding with mascarpone. Once they had cleared their plates, they both felt as if they would never eat again.
“What’s this all for?” Helen ask
ed as she downed the last of a glass of Prosecco. She hardly dared hope that Jack had forgiven her for the way she’d treated him, and might ask her to move in.
“Just to celebrate you and the rest of the band getting on ‘Later.’ All I’ve done is give you backing and a place to practice, it’s your hard work that’s paying off at last.”
“So why didn’t you ask the rest of the band up here to dinner with us? We’ve all worked our backsides off – it wasn’t just me that did it on my own!” Helen responded with a grin as she started to stack the plates.
“Alright let’s have a few drinks with them next time they come in, if it’s important to you. No leave the cleaning up, that’s what I’m paying the chef to do.”
Helen finally decided this was the right time to say what was on her mind. “This is the most romantic thing a man has ever done for me. I don’t deserve any of this for the way I’ve treated you. After my fight with Annette, I honestly thought you were through with me when I didn’t hear from you for a few days. I know I must seem like a pushy, ambitious bitch that is just after what she can get from you, and I admit that was true at first. But it isn’t now; I've really come to care for you.”
As Jack got up and came around the table to kiss her, he simply said, “Alright that’s all I wanted to know, and I really want to believe you, so let’s take it from here. To the bedroom right now, you slut!”
However, once they got to Jack’s bedroom they were both too full of food and alcohol to manage more than a drunken kiss and cuddle before falling asleep. Helen woke early and lay in Jack’s arms pondering whether he really still wanted to commit to her after the way she’d behaved, and hoped he did know it was true that she honestly intended to change. Then as she drifted back off, it suddenly occurred to her that some months ago he’d suggested having a contract in place between them. Now she understood that he’d been asking her to hand herself over to him, she wouldn’t rubbish the suggestion if he made it to her again.
If she was honest with herself, she hadn’t thought she would ever get close to anyone after what had happened in the past. When she’d loved and trusted a man enough to marry him and move to his country, it had all been thrown back in her face when her husband had sat her down and told her that he’d fallen in love with someone else. After a divorce, she did not want or expect, she’d just been happy screwing anyone who came along that took her fancy. She liked sex and did not see why she should have to do without it, but things had been much easier without involving all that emotional stuff.
However, the sex she’d been having with Jack was the best ever. What excited him in the bedroom had come to get her excited too. She never wanted to go back to sleeping with the boring men without any imagination that she’d known before. They did the same things in the same order, every time she went to bed with them.
It was with these thoughts running through her head that she went into in a warm and comfortable doze, until she was rudely reawakened by something hard prodding into her back. Having woken up next to many men this was a very familiar sensation so Helen pretended not to notice it and didn’t move a muscle, hoping Jack would go back to sleep – she was still tired. After continuously shifting position to try to wake her, he dropped the subtle approach and started nibbling and nipping on her neck until she reacted.
Helen realised that she wasn’t going to be allowed to get any more sleep, and considered simply telling Jack to leave her alone. Knowing that was never going to work, she gave in. She rolled over to be given a long, deep kiss that tasted of stale alcohol and garlic. She wondered why even Jack thought foreplay was unnecessary first thing in the morning, and if he’d take offence if she asked him to go and at least brush his teeth. Before she had time to speak, she was told to get on all fours.
As she was already so loose from being constantly fucked from every angle, Jack could impale her from behind very easily without needing to do anything else to get her ready. When he started grinding himself into her, she became wet very quickly. Her slickness made it very easy for him to screw her for an extended period, as the friction of his body banging against the still-sore cane marks on her buttocks, made them smart and burn. However, despite the pain and discomfort and Jack’s foul breath wafting over her, Helen felt herself begin to reach her climax very quickly, and when she called out his name as she came, at last she truly meant it.
Chapter Twenty-One
As Helen stepped up to the mike, for the first time ever she was terrified of performing in public – suddenly she felt like she wanted to run and hide. The TV studio with its cameras and lighting, was a very different venue to the practice space Jack let the band use, and the pubs and clubs they had played in before. However, this feeling only lasted for a split second in time, before she was back to her extrovert self. The Curves had been rehearsing for hours, and were about to perform a new song that Jack had written especially for Helen to sing on “Later.” Called “Just Sign Here,” the track would be put out as a free download on their website, after the show.
When she heard Jools Holland announce the first of their two slots, the cameras rolled as she looked towards Jack, who gave her the thumbs up. As she started to sing, it wasn’t just him she was directing her performance at - it was everyone in the studio. She worked the room like a pro, and her energy and enthusiasm was infectious. The audience applause seemed to be genuine once they’d finished playing, and as the cameras moved on to the next act, the band members hugged each other.
Their second slot went even better than the first and to the man who stood watching them, Helen was still the hottest thing he’d ever seen, even though she no longer dressed and acted like a street walker on stage. That side of her was shown to him, and him alone whenever he wanted, since she’d moved in with him. Even now he found it difficult to stop himself from getting hard as he thought about the things they’d gotten up to in the privacy of his bedroom.
Now he had that contract in place between them, it only served to enhance the depth of their relationship. Although Jack still got a lot of back chat from Helen, he didn’t mind. He knew she’d never be a bowing and scraping kind of submissive, and he loved her all the more for it. Besides, it gave him the opportunity to think of ever more bizarre punishments for her, when she was lippy or disobedient. As she finished singing and the audience started to applaud, he thought that he wouldn’t change her for the world.
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