by Natalie Dae
He really didn’t need to pay for it.
Why did he?
Now was not the time for the discussion, though.
“I want you to do a quarter turn on your bottom, so your legs are hanging over the side of the hammock,” he said.
“Oh.”
She shifted around as asked. Her head hung back over one side, only her torso now supported by the hammock.
“Good. Lift your legs into the air. Yes. And spread them. Bend your knees and hold your ankles—that’s it.”
Erin was now as obscenely exposed as she could be, without being bound in position. As if from a distance, she felt Sir begin to remove the dildo.
Her pelvic floor muscles, accustomed now to their visitor, protested and clung at first, but he eased it out, bit by bit, until she was empty. She waited patiently for him to repeat the process with the butt plug—slightly anxious, because this was always more difficult—but he didn’t.
Relieved as she was not to suffer such an awkward indignity in this position, she knew what was coming next.
Double penetration.
Chapter Four
She had mentioned it as a favourite thing of hers in the email, but it seemed so early in their relationship for such fun and games. It was almost as if he were breaching some unwritten code of D/s etiquette and she wanted to object, to sit up and ask him if he’d ever heard of taking things slowly.
Obviously not.
“Keep those knees right up by your chin,” he said roughly.
He grabbed her by the hips and pushed his hard cock, wet from her mouth, against her slippery cunt. They’d both been tested for STDs and mailed each other copies of the clearance letters so condoms weren’t necessary.
Erin shut her eyes, waiting for the big push forward.
“No. Look at me,” he ordered.
His face was dark and intent as she felt the thick length plough into her. He smiled, then opened his mouth and looked up at the sky. She watched his chest rise and fall, the visible token of his pleasure.
“Oh yes,” he said, looking down at her again. “You’re tight, just like you promised. And I can feel the tip of that plug in you. You’ve got both holes filled now. How does that feel?”
He rocked his pelvis so that his cock ground deep inside her. It sent little waves of trembly pleasure through her back passage as it nudged the plug.
“Jesus, it’s amazing, Sir,” she whimpered. “I love it.”
The tattooed biceps was straining now with the strength of his hold on her.
“You’re filthy,” he murmured. “You’re just what I wanted.”
He bent over her and gave her three hard, slamming thrusts. The hammock swayed madly, but he kept his balance, laughing as Erin began to jolt up and down. Cushions slipped and slid around her with each stroke, some hanging over the edge and falling.
“Hold tight,” he said. “Bumpy ride ahead.”
He wasn’t wrong. If Erin had had less sturdy sea legs, she might have felt slightly seasick with all the swinging and banging, the slapping and bumping that took place during that first epic fuck.
The cries of the gulls mingled with the distant lapping of seawater and the harsh, panting breaths of the lovers. Erin tried to clench her muscles around the butt plug, tightening her pussy even more for the enhanced pleasure of her new master.
He moaned low and long and bent to suck her nipples.
He kept at her until her thighs ached and her body shone with sweat. He had incredible stamina.
“What about an orgasm, Erin?” he whispered hotly into her ear, and it was only then that she realised she’d been holding her climax off, waiting for his permission.
“Am I allowed?” she said weakly.
“This time,” he said.
She opened up those parts of her she’d been unconsciously blocking and let herself feel the full glory of what was being done to her. The friction of his cock in her cunt, sparking all those nerve endings. The deeper message each thrust conveyed to her arse. The collection of fiery sensations right at the centre of her, all ready to rise and pour out.
She looked up, imagining a helicopter hovering above, and that was what did it.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, thank you, Sir,” she whined, arching her back and wanting to keep his cock as high up inside her as it could go.
“Mmm, take it,” he said jerkily, bending low over her and pistoning his hips in a blur of speed.
He flooded her, holding tight and screwing up his face. His hair, lank with sweat, brushed her cheek. Erin risked letting go of an ankle to stroke it.
“Thank you, thank you,” she whispered again, needing a moment of tenderness very badly now.
He kept his eyes shut, trying to level out his breathing, and buried his head, very briefly, between her breasts.
Then he stood straight, snapped his eyelids wide and grinned a wide, devilish grin.
“Thoroughly fucked,” he diagnosed, pulling his cock gently from her ravaged cunt.
Erin turned her head aside, trying not to feel disappointed. What an idiot she was. Why would this man be affectionate towards her, when she was just a piece of meat he’d bought in the market? An expensive piece, yes, but no more than that.
Get a grip.
He smacked her haunch. “Go and get washed up and meet me back out here,” he said. “I’ll have tea ready for you.”
“Right.” She missed off the ‘Sir’ deliberately but he didn’t seem to notice.
He sat, naked and splendid, on a shaded swing seat fitted to the curve of the battlement and laughed at her stiff, pained gait when she made her way to the stairs.
At the door, she turned.
“What should I wear, Sir?”
He indicated himself with a downward wave of his hand.
“Follow my dress code,” he said, with another dazzling, empty smile.
She had to remove her own butt plug before stepping into the wet room for a second time. She watched his spunk drip down her thigh before mingling with the water and fading into transparency. It was a part of him. He’d been in her.
It had meant nothing at all to him.
“Good,” she said briskly, inspecting her bottom in the mirror. The redness had faded now but there were some tiny specks of bruising from the paddle. “Because it can’t do, can it? For either of us.” She looked at the photograph of Amy, which she had placed on top the cage. “Help me stay strong, love.”
Walking naked through the upstairs room, she passed the bookshelves. She never had managed to get close enough to examine them. What did he like to read? Amongst the books on financial management and tax and economic theory, she found some Shakespeare and what looked like a first edition of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. They nestled beside a collection of crime fiction and some German texts. He seemed fascinatingly unpindownable. She wondered if he created this impression deliberately.
As she climbed back up the stairs, naked and clean, she met Phillips on the way down. She looked hurriedly away and he averted his eyes as well.
He must think I’m a whore.
I am a whore.
Aren’t I?
Out on the patio, a breeze was whipping up. Erin’s nipples perked up, throbbing as they did so. She hoped Sir wouldn’t assume she was horny again. She was wiped out and rather hoping his own libido wouldn’t revive until the morning.
“I’ve poured the tea,” he greeted, still lounging on the swing seat.
Even without the glaze of lust over her eyes, his body was outstanding. So much power in a taut, tanned package—he could model if he wanted to.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She took a place beside him and the swing shifted under her additional weight.
“Milk? Sugar?”
“Oh, just a splash of milk, please.”
“You’ve already had the cream,” he said wickedly, pouring from a sparkling metal jug.
“Yes, I have, Sir. Thank you.”
The tea was mild and comforting,
and she appreciated its warming properties too. Her skin was coming out in goose bumps.
“Do you see that over there?” He pointed to a large telescope set up on a plinth by the far wall.
“That telescope?”
“Yes. Would you like to look through it?”
“All right, Sir. Why not?”
They put down their cups and sauntered over.
Sir fiddled with the focus and other settings for a moment, looked through it, then pointed it over towards the Isle of Wight and stepped aside.
“Take a look.”
She put her eye to the lens. She could see the beach at Ryde as clearly as if she were standing in the sandy shallows.
“It looks so close!”
“Yes, it does, doesn’t it? It’s the most powerful model there is—it isn’t even available on the open market. I got it from the Ministry of Defence. Tell me what you can see.”
Erin moved the telescope left and right, taking in the children splashing in the waves, the sunbathers reading on the sand, couples of all ages strolling in the leafy green park behind. Ordinary, contented people enjoying an ordinary, contented afternoon. Suddenly a lump formed in her throat and she had to look away.
“Happiness,” she croaked.
Sir frowned.
“That’s not what I was expecting,” he said after a beat of silence. “I thought you’d say a kid on a skateboard, an ice-cream shop, people playing football. What kind of answer was that? Happiness?”
He sounded mildly annoyed, almost cheated.
She looked him in the eye.
“We’re not like them, are we?” she said. “The afternoon pleasure-seekers who are happy with a trip to the beach. That’s not us.”
“Us?”
“I’m not saying we’re anything alike. That’s not what I mean. I just wonder sometimes why I can’t be uncomplicated. Why I can’t think, oh, a future in a semi-detached house with a steady guy and lovely furniture would be just peachy. Why I can’t want normal things. Why I have to do crazy shit like this instead.”
Sir was stonily silent.
Erin galloped on, desperate to make him understand, to force a human reaction from him. Sympathy, empathy, anything.
“Look at this telescope,” she said. “Another one of your toys. Here I am, one of your toys, looking through another one of your toys. Why would I want to be that? Why would you want that? Why do you want that?”
“That’s a question.”
“Yes, it’s a fucking question, Sir. You paid for my body. Why? You don’t need to. You’re rich, you’re attractive, you seem intelligent. Why are you paying for it?”
“I thought you were supposed to be bright.”
“This situation wasn’t covered in lectures. Please. I can’t go on with this if I can’t get some kind of feeling for who and what you are. Why did you bid all that money for me? What are you getting out of it?”
Sir took a deep breath and looked at a seagull, perched on the wall, with a beady eye.
“Look, Erin, I’m going to offer you an amnesty. If you want to leave tonight, you can. I won’t give you the million but I’ll pay whatever you need to cover your study costs. I think you’ve earned them.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to leave, Sir,” she said. “But if you don’t want to talk, then maybe I should.”
“Let’s finish the tea.”
He took her hand and led her back to the swing chair. Reaching over to a hamper at the side, he took out a pile of cashmere blankets and wrapped Erin, with tender consideration, in the blissfully warm wool.
“I paid for you,” he said, “because it’s better that way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve had relationships before, of course I have, but I have a little problem.” He swallowed, as if unwilling to let the explanation come up to the surface.
“You can tell me. I’ve sworn myself to secrecy, remember. I won’t judge you. Hell, who am I to judge anyone?”
“You’re as fit to judge as the next person,” said Sir, a mite stroppily. “Don’t put yourself down, Erin.”
“I only meant that I’m not a judgey type, that’s all. So?”
“I’m paranoid.”
“That’s because they’re out to get you,” said Erin with a sad, sympathetic little smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
“Haha, funny. And true. Plenty of people are out to get me. Probably not my lovers, but I can’t help thinking they are. And because I can’t get round the idea that every woman I meet has been sent by my enemies, or wants half of my money, or is an undercover journalist or…whatever…I can’t seem to have a relationship.”
“You can’t trust?”
“No. I’ve been living in a bunker—metaphorically, you understand?”
“Well, and literally, if truth be told,” said Erin, looking around.
“Yes. I’m in a fortress, both in body and mind. Keeping everyone out. Because everyone is potentially the enemy, Erin. I’ve had so many people try to discredit me, get my money off me, get me put in jail even—I can’t see straight anymore.”
“That must be a weird way to live.”
“It’s a bad way to live, but I’m caught in it. Which is why it’s just…easier…and cleaner to pay for things. A financial transaction has a simplicity and an honesty about it. I know what I’ve paid for and you know what you have to provide. Nobody needs to get hurt.”
Erin smirked.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he said.
“So you’ve been hurt in the past? Badly?”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
Erin took a moment to peer towards the battlement and the sea and land beyond. A cross-channel ferry was lumbering slowly towards them. She wrapped her blanket tighter around her shivering body.
“What you’re paying for,” she said eventually, “is anonymity. And emotional distance.”
“If you want to think of it like that. I think I’m paying for uncomplicated sex.”
“But the ‘uncomplicated’ is by far the most important half of the phrase.”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“Would it be so bad if I liked you? Or if you liked me?”
“Yes, it would. It can’t go any further than the terms of the contract. Ever.”
“What if it did? What if one of us had feelings? Okay, realistically, because my feelings wouldn’t matter, what if you had feelings? You must have assessed this as a risk?”
“I did, and that’s why I decided to have the rule about no questions, no conversations, just commands and responses. I didn’t want to get to know you. I was even thinking of having you blindfolded most of the time, so I don’t have to see your expressions.”
“Wow. So you don’t have to consider me as a human being?”
Sir passed a hand across his brow.
“You make me sound like a jerk.”
“It’s hard for it not to come across that way, don’t you think?” She stepped forward and put a hand on his forearm. “What happened to you, to make you feel this way?”
“I lost something I couldn’t afford to lose.”
“Someone?”
He nodded.
Erin shut her eyes. I know how that feels.
“Listen, Sir,” said Erin, low and urgent.
“Look, why don’t you call me Paul?”
She smiled. A name at last.
“Listen, Paul,” she amended. “I don’t think it’s impossible for the two of us to have a month of kinky fun without all the armour-plating and secrecy. You’re so much better than I expected and I think I could really enjoy submitting to you. Well, I already have—you’ve seen. But we have to relate as human beings too, otherwise I’ll go mad within a couple of days. I’m not asking for your life history. I don’t want to know about how you made your millions. But I do want to feel that you’re a man as well as a Dom. Do you get that?”
“You’re changing the script,” he muttered. “You’re not what I
paid for.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I thought, what kind of woman sells her submission? A hard-faced bitch, I thought. The kind of woman I would never feel affection for. The kind of woman I could say goodbye to without turning a hair, no matter what I’d done with her over the course of that month. Stop being so fucking nice.”
He wailed the last sentence to the sea-sprayed air, making Erin laugh with the stage-vehemence of it.
“I think you were naïve to think this kind of arrangement could work the way you envisaged it,” she said.
“No, Erin, no, I wasn’t, because I’ve bought submissives before and they did exactly what I paid them to do, nothing more and nothing less. But never for this length of time. Usually a long weekend which they spent mainly blindfolded. Perhaps you’re right… I’ve been naïve…”
He turned a keen gaze to her.
“I suppose you’ll want to leave? My offer still stands.”
Erin reached up to her neck, feeling the collar tight against her skin.
“Do you want me to stay?”
The ferry glided past, huge and slow and solemn, full of people waving from the decks.
He put his fingers over hers, his thumb pushing gently at the collar.
“It seems a shame to waste all my planning,” he said.
“I promise I won’t try to get in touch with you after my month is up, unless you want it. I promise I won’t make trouble for you.”
“And you’re a bloody amazing fuck.”
“Yeah, thanks. So are you.”
“And I think you seem all right. If you can do as you’re told.”
“You know I can.”
“Yeah, when it suits you.”
She curled her lip flirtatiously at him and he shook his head, mock-stern.
“Okay, Erin,” he said. “If you want to stay, you can stay. Whether it’s for the million or for me, I don’t know—and I don’t want to know. But will you promise not to let me down?”
“I promise.”
The ferry moved past, the seagulls cried. The lovers kissed.
