He pushes the water cooler up against the door and pulls down the blinds.
‘Safe sex,’ he says with a raffish smirk. ‘Mustn’t forget to take precautions. Now.’
He seats himself on a tattily upholstered green chair and plonks the basket down at his side.
‘Come and eat my cherries.’ He slaps the knee of one elegantly crossed leg.
I look around, as if expecting a third party to materialise from behind a dusty pot plant.
‘I’m waiting.’
I take a step towards him and he reaches out, lightning quick, and pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him with my skirt high around my waist again. His erection pushes my damp knickers up between my pussy lips. He squeezes my arse, demanding and urgent, then lifts my top over my breasts and explores inside my bra cups with his tongue and teeth.
‘Cherries?’ I ask from somewhere inside my fog of intense lust.
‘Oh yeah. I got mixed up. Thought these were them.’ He kisses a nipple then reaches down into the basket for the paper bag of dark, stone fruits.
He holds one to my lips and I bite into it. It’s at that perfect point of ripeness and the juices stream down my chin. I’m going to have purple stains all over my clothes, sticky patches on my bare thighs. We share the cherries, taking a bite each, or passing them from mouth to mouth, popping the stones back into the bag when we remember what we’re doing. He takes one and crushes it down inside my bra. The magenta juice seeps into the white satin cup so it looks as if my nipples are bleeding strange coloured effusions. He smashes the fruit against my nipple; it feels cold and tingly, then warm as his tongue laps it up and his teeth nip at it.
He pushes them between my sex lips, drenching them in my juices before eating or feeding them to me, letting them disintegrate in the hot clasp of my cunt so that I am cherry flavoured.
‘I want to eat them out of you,’ he whispers, ‘but I don’t think we’ve got time and I really need to fuck you now. Can we do that next time?’
‘Yes, yes,’ I say urgently, tugging at his belt. I want him inside me, a good hard replacement for the soft, squashy fruit.
He’s had the presence of mind to grab a pack of condoms from the pharmacy shelves and he skins one on the moment his cock escapes from the dark fabric of his trousers. I move my knickers to one side and lower myself down on the rubbered tip, enjoying its wideness against my opening, circling my hips to tease until he grabs them, holds them still and pushes his way inside.
Oh yes, that feels full, that feels luscious. I sit back and revel in the sensation for a moment while he slips one hand back up to my breasts and flicks at the nipple.
‘How’s that?’ he asks in a barely-there murmur.
‘Amazing. You feel amazing.’
‘Good. ’Cause you’re going to be feeling amazing a lot from now on. You’re made to be fucked, aren’t you?’
‘Am I?’
‘Oh yeah.’
He pushes up, signalling that I should start to grind. I take him all the way in and work his shaft hard, squeezing my muscles together to milk him dry, taking it slowly so I hear him moan, quickly so I hear him pant, licking his sensitive neck until he goes wild and pinches my hips hard, holding me in position while he powers into me.
I lean into the angle I need and hold tight as my second orgasm rips through me. My head blurs, my eyes sting and when everything clears, he is making a series of grunts and throwing me around on his lap, enjoying an orgasm that seems to go on and on.
The poster on the wall behind the chair advises all staff to wash their hands before handling food. I read it before letting my head drop onto Serge’s shoulder.
‘We should go,’ he yawns, but he doesn’t sound very connected to reality yet.
I look up at the clock. That half hour’s grace he mentioned is almost over.
‘Come on.’ I lift myself off him and try to find my feet, kissing him on the way down. ‘You have to pay for that stuff.’
* * *
At the checkout, the cashier eyes us askance as she puts the stained, half-empty bag of cherries, the open doughnut wrapper and our generally shambolic shopping through the scanner. The open condom box draws a particularly fierce pursing of lips.
But when she looks up at Serge, her expression changes.
‘Oh, Serge,’ she trills. ‘It is you, isn’t it? How are you these days?’
‘Hey, Maggie,’ he says. ‘Very well, thanks. Working up at St Faith’s now.’
‘Step up from here,’ she replies. ‘And is this your wife? Girlfriend?’
‘This is my partner in crime,’ he says, pinching my bum so that I startle. ‘Emma.’
She looks me up and down and there’s a twinkle in her eye that says I know what he’s been doing to you. I flush and concentrate on packing the bag.
‘You want to watch him in supermarkets, love,’ she said. ‘He was always getting into trouble when he used to work here. I suppose there isn’t so much chance of that at St Faith’s.’
‘Most of the people I work with are out of it,’ he says ruefully. ‘I’m an anaesthetist. It’s nice to see people with their eyes open occasionally.’
She smiles. ‘Just their eyes? That’ll be twenty-seven pounds fifty, love.’
Outside in the car park, there is a moment of awkwardness. I have packed all our groceries together, mine and his combined.
‘How much do I owe you?’
‘Oh, sod that, I’m not going through the receipt doing sums,’ he says. ‘Let’s sort it out when we get back to my place.’
‘Oh, we’re going back to your place, are we?’
‘Or yours. Either way. We’ve got some cherries left, haven’t we?’
If you’re ever in the BargainBuy off the main town roundabout, watch out for frottage in the fruit aisle, canoodling in the canned goods. You never know what you and your unco-operative trolley might stumble upon.
Deep End
Terri Pray
‘I thought you just wanted to stick your toe in the water, Cathy?’ Mags’s hand tightened on her arm.
Cathy sighed and turned to look at her friend. ‘Look, no one made you come with me. This was your choice, not mine.’ Not that she regretted having a friend to lean on here but Mags didn’t have to know that. Even she had to admit that the club was a bit on the wild side. With chains hanging from the black-painted walls, alcoves with St Andrew’s crosses, whipping posts, spanking benches, and more, the place was more than she’d ever imagined possible.
‘Why don’t we go down town? There’s a new club we could try, free drinks for women until midnight.’ Mags leaned in a little closer. ‘I don’t like how they’re looking at you.’
‘You mean us.’
‘No, you.’ Mags insisted.
Cathy frowned but stopped and took a second look around, this time focusing on the men and women in the club. More than one gaze had turned her way and the intensity in their looks all but stripped what little clothing she was wearing from her body.
‘Perhaps you should have worn something a little different?’ Mags whispered.
Cathy looked down, flushed, and then lifted her chin. ‘I figured this would help me fit in.’ OK, so perhaps the short black miniskirt, stockings, heels, black bustier and a little black velvet choker hadn’t been the wisest set of choices.
‘Come on, please. Let’s get out of here before …’ Mags pleaded and took a step toward the door.
‘Before what?’
‘Before something stupid happens.’
Her jaw set and she turned, slowly removing Mags’s hand from her arm. ‘Like what?’
‘I don’t know, maybe before one of those leather-wearing weirdos comes over here.’
‘Maybe that’s what I want.’ She lifted her head up and cast a long, slow, sensual smile at the men and women who glanced her way. ‘I came here for something and I’m not going to leave before I’m ready to. If you want to go, then fine, I’ll manage on my own. Not like anyone’s going
to try and force me. You saw the rules when we walked in. We had to sign off on them, remember?’
‘Like that will protect us if they try something. I’m not buying it and I’m not staying.’ Mags stepped away, shaking her head. ‘You can come with me, or not, but I can’t handle this place.’
‘I’m staying.’
Mags opened her mouth to say something and then shook her head, turned and left, one hand raised in a backward wave.
‘Shit,’ Cathy muttered under her breath. She hadn’t actually expected her friend to go through with her threat. She took a step, and then two, half wanting to follow Mags out through the door, but then stopped. No, she’d come this far and she wasn’t going to back out now. If she did, there’d be no second chances, no coming back to try again.
It was now or never.
‘All alone?’ A deep, rich male voice spoke behind her.
She turned, her breath hitching in the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to put her thoughts in order before she answered. ‘Yes.’
‘A crime.’ He didn’t touch her. He didn’t even take a step toward her, but she could feel the passage of his gaze over her body, taking in every inch of who she was. ‘First time here?’
‘That obvious?’ Her cheeks burned and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
‘To me, yes. The gear gives it away. You’re trying too hard.’ He gave her another long, slow look. ‘But it looks good on you.’
‘Thank you.’ She lowered her gaze for a moment, but when it rested on the outline of his semi-erect cock against his pants, she quickly lifted it again.
‘See something you like?’ He grinned, a dark light dancing within his gaze.
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to look.’
‘Ah, and you avoided my question. No matter, you’ll tell me eventually.’
‘I’m Cathy.’
‘A pleasure.’ He smiled and took a step toward her. ‘So, why here?’
‘I’m curious, I guess.’ Wasn’t he going to mention his name? ‘OK, who are you?’
‘Drake.’
‘Is that a real name?’ The words escaped before she could stop them. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just I’ve never met anyone called Drake before.’
‘It’s a scene name. Most of us use them. You might want to think about choosing one for yourself if you plan on visiting places like this on a regular basis. Unless, of course, you’d like your dominant to choose one for you?’
‘My dominant?’ She shook her head trying to avoid his gaze. There was something about the way he looked at her. Her skin tightened beneath his gaze, nipples pebbling under the black leather bustier. Her heart raced and a deep-seated warmth built between her thighs. ‘I don’t have one.’
He jerked his head at the surroundings. ‘And yet this lot hasn’t scared you off the way it did your friend.’
‘No, why would it?’
‘Newbies can be easily scared. But let’s test how interested you really are.’ He moved in closer, settling one arm around her waist, his grip firm but not painful as he walked her away from the bar towards one of the alcoves where a small group of people had gathered.
Cathy tensed but didn’t fight him. The gathering had spiked her curiosity and the small sounds that reached her ears before they found a space where she could see, only added to her interest.
Heat flushed across her cheeks and she didn’t know where to look when Drake stood her in front of him so she’d have a clear view. There, in the middle of the alcove, was a spanking bench with a nearly naked woman tied over it, bottom up, exposed for all the world to see, except for a thin strip of material between her buttocks that had to be a thong.
‘Oh …’
‘See something you like?’ He leaned in close, encircling her waist from behind with one hand.
‘I – I don’t know.’ She swallowed hard. ‘Why are you holding me like that?’
‘Don’t you like it?’ He slid his hand up, cupping the underside of her breast. ‘Or is this better?’
This was going a bit fast. She opened her mouth to protest, to tell him to move his damned hand. But her body had another idea. ‘Better.’
‘Good girl.’
Cathy sucked in her lower lip, chewing on it nervously. The woman on the bench wasn’t alone. A man stood at her side, stroking her back and talking to her in a low-pitched voice.
‘She wants this? I mean, with everyone watching?’
‘She’s fully consented to it.’ He thumbed her nipple through the leather.
Cathy shivered, her nipple hard and aching beneath his touch. Some of what he said made sense, that it was consensual, yet even though he’d given her the choice in being touched there’d been an edge to his voice. Something that made it clear if she’d said no, he’d have turned away and found someone else to spend the evening with.
‘Just watch what happens with the girl and then you can decide if you want to stay or if you’d be best following your friend to a tamer establishment.’
‘OK.’ She turned her attention to the submissive on the spanking bench.
The man had moved so he stood at the side of the bound submissive, a paddle in his hand. He didn’t speak but brought the paddle down hard and fast against the woman’s backside. Her soft cry filled the air and her bottom tinged red before the second blow landed on her upturned ass. A third and fourth followed without granting the bound woman time to recover. By the tenth, the woman was sobbing but her hips rolled and the scent of her arousal was strong.
‘Well?’ He whispered against her ear.
She whimpered, a deep tremble running through her body. Each time the paddle struck the woman’s bottom Cathy’s inner walls clenched. How could she tell him what she was feeling?
His fingers closed on her nipple through the leather bustier. ‘I asked you a question.’
The paddle smacked once more and Cathy’s hips rolled.
‘A verbal answer, girl.’ He pinched sharply.
She hissed between clenched teeth but the pain did something she hadn’t expected. The pain formed a line between her nipple and her clit. Both throbbed. One in pain the other with a burning pleasure. ‘I – I don’t have an answer.’
‘Yes, you do. I don’t tolerate lies, girl. Perhaps I should take you to one of the alcoves and punish you?’
Cathy shook her head. ‘No. Please. I couldn’t take it. All those people watching me, I mean.’
Drake pulled her back through the crowd away from the scene in the alcove. ‘But in private you’re interested, is that it?’
‘Yes, it’s what I came here to explore.’ There, she’d said it. ‘And I know there’s more to it than a simple paddling. If you thought that was going to frighten me off you were wrong. I’ve seen worse on the net.’
‘Watching on the net isn’t the same as real life.’ He laughed, pulling her towards a door. ‘But if you’re serious I can help you explore, girl. I have a private play area here that I pay for every year.’
This was happening too fast. She couldn’t do this. Or could she?
He stopped, away from the crowd, his gaze locked with hers, his voice a deep, seductive whisper. ‘You want this; I can see it in your eyes. The question is will you let your fear get the better of you, or will you submit to your own desires?’
She glanced back at the crowd and then looked at Drake. She licked her lips nervously. ‘How do I know you won’t push beyond my limits?’
‘If I ignore your safe word then you’ll report me and I’ll lose my access to the club. Not something I’d want to go through, especially as the club would then share my “lapse” with every other club they have contact with. That’s how serious the situation would be for me.’
Was it enough? She’d read the rules, even signed them, but would they follow through with them? Yes, they had to.
‘All right.’
‘You consent?’
‘Yes.’ There was no going back now.
‘
Good.’ He took hold of her left arm and courteously led her to a set of double doors. The doors were locked with access granted by a keypad and Drake quickly punched in a set of numbers. The light on the pad turned from red to green and the click that marked the doors unlocking was audible even with the background noise of the club.
Once they were past the doors, and they had closed behind them, the noise faded into the background. A single flight of stairs took them to the next floor and three doors down Drake used a keycard to gain access to a room. He leaned in and flicked on the light before opening the door fully to allow her to enter the room.
She almost changed her mind when she saw what the room contained.
A large bedlike platform dominated the centre of the room, although there was a St Andrew’s cross on the wall, and several floggers, canes, and crops hung from hooks close by. Cuffs connected by chains were attached to both the platform and the cross but she didn’t see the rest until she stepped into the room. On the wall nearest the door hung hoods, blindfolds, and gags, and she couldn’t help but wonder what lay within the chest of drawers on the left wall.
The door closed behind her with a solid thunk.
‘If you need to leave and I, for whatever reason, won’t let you, then you hit the panic button there.’ He gestured to a large red button close to the bed platform. ‘All the private rooms have them in case of medical or other emergencies.’ He moved toward the centre of the room. ‘Your safe word is Red. Understand?’
‘Safe word? Oh, erm, the word I say to stop everything, right?’
‘Yes.’ He took a step toward her. ‘Now, strip.’
‘What?’ She paled instantly.
‘Unless you want me to cut off your clothing when I have you restrained. We are alone, girl. No one else is going to see you.’ He didn’t move, but stood there watching her. ‘Are you going to obey me, girl?’
Cathy reached for the ties on her bustier and began to work them free. She was doing this. She was actually going to let someone dom her! What was he going to do? Spank her? Use a cane or flogger on her? Was she ready for all of that?
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