by Rey, Isobel
She closed her eyes as her mouth dropped open with the pleasure of his torturer’s fingers.
‘Yes, you want me to make you. You want me to really smack that sweet little cunt of yours …
With that, he pulled his hands from her breasts and grabbed the zip of her skirt. With one rasping yank it was undone and he pulled her skirt down to the floor.
She stepped out of it, obeying his silent instruction.
He stayed low, kneeling on the floor, running his hands up the backs of her legs. Alexia felt a delicious shiver as they reached the top.
Suddenly, he pulled her legs apart with one sharp tug. He was making the rules; if he was gentle, he reserved the right to be rough, no warning.
He curled his fingers inside the crotch of her panties and pulled the fabric away from her body.
Alexia felt his fingers, snaking through her hair, her pussy giving up an obliging drop of wetness.
‘There are some things you can’t hide, no matter how hard you try, little Ice Queen.’
Tony ran his finger along the front of her sex, up towards her clit. He was still crouching behind her and he curled his finger over her nub and stroked it.
Alexia grabbed the rim of the sink to steady herself as the pleasure seared its way through the little cluster of nerves. It didn’t radiate through her abdomen this time; it stayed contained, as she was fingered by an unseen hand.
She rocked with the stroking, sighing with the pleasure of the motion, falling into the rhythm when, suddenly, he rammed two hard fingers into her cunt.
She gasped. There was no warning, just a forceful thrust and his fingers were deep inside her. He thrust them again, and again. His other hand was gripping her ankle, his fingers digging into the bone.
She felt pinned. Her foot was held to the floor as he pushed up inside her, making her want to reach up and away from his hand and its hard probing.
He pulled out his fingers and yanked down her panties, grabbing her foot so he could pull them off and toss them to the corner. He opened her legs again. She knew he was on the floor looking up at her, looking into her, looking straight in her cunt.
Nothing happened. She breathed hard, waiting for his next move. She looked at herself in the mirror. She could feel his eyes on her, how they must be examining her from his vantage point on the floor, her labia, her wetness.
‘Nice,’ came his low voice from beneath her, ‘very nice.’
She felt his hands on the back of her legs; his fingers were wet. His strong hands gripped her thighs.
‘Bend over,’ came the instruction, hard, demanding.
She didn’t move. She couldn’t.
She heard it before she felt it. The hard slap sound as the flat of his hand hit her arse. She caught her breath as the sting ripped through her. Again, a whipping crack and the stinging, harder this time, followed by a wave of pleasure.
‘I said –’ Crack, another smack – ‘bend over!’
Alexia obeyed, moving her hands so her arms rested on the sink. Bent right over it, she could still see herself in the mirror.
She felt her pussy yawning open behind her, and knew he was looking at it. She felt a huge, involuntary squirt. She was so wet the tops of her thighs were soaking.
Slowly, Tony moved his hands over her buttocks, each one covering a cheek. She could feel his breath on her; she felt it move, whispering from front to back, first on her bottom, then on the space between, then on her labia.
Then another smack, this time between her legs, hitting her clit. She caught her breath so hard she had to shut her eyes. She gave a stifled whimper, then felt the tip of his tongue trace its way along her slit. He was licking her, lapping her up. He flicked his tongue back and forth in her slit, not reaching her clit which was still stinging. He was teasing her at the entrance to her sex.
Her legs were trembling. She arched her back, to make herself more accessible to his tongue. All control had left her; all she could do was let her body take over, let it do what it wanted to get its fill.
‘Now, now, daddy decides when …’
Smack! Another blow, this time on the other cheek. She felt the imprint of his hand and knew it would leave a welt. Tony was in control, and he wasn’t going to let her forget it.
The agony was wonderful.
Then she felt his tongue again. This time he pushed it out so it was hard. Its tip landed right on her engorged nub, and he raked it all the way back, all the way down her slit straight back to the forbidden hole at the back.
Alexia almost shrieked. She had never felt a tongue there. All the surrounding nerve endings were zinging. He rolled his tongue around it.
The pleasure almost made her come; she could feel the tension inside her like a pressure cooker.
His tongue circled, then smack! And again. Smack!
Alexia felt as if her knees would buckle. She was standing open-legged, bent over, and a man she hated was fingering her, licking her, smacking her, looking right into her most intimate places. And she was letting him.
He stood up, but kept her down, holding her back flat with the heavy palm of one hand. She craned her head up to look in the mirror to see him.
His face was hard and cruel. ‘You want to see me, do you?’
He reached forward, grabbed her pony tail, and tugged it, as if restraining a misbehaving horse. Alexia felt her pussy almost rippling with anticipation.
’Take a good look …’
He held her head there and, with his free hand, he very slowly unzipped his trousers. She panted; she could hear the teeth of the zip giving up one by one. She imagined what lay behind them. This was it, he was going to fuck her, he was going to fuck her now!
She felt him pull out his cock and rub it against her bottom. She could feel the hot, marble smoothness of the tip and she ached to feel it inside her.
‘Oh yes, you want this, don’t you, my little Ice Queen? I told you spring was coming. Meeeelting season …’ He stretched out the word as he rubbed himself up her slit, coating himself in her juices, sending a ripple through her cunt. She desperately wanted to move, wanted to push herself backwards. But he yanked her hair again.
‘But spring isn’t here just yet.’ He let go of her hair and pulled his cock away.
She moaned with the sudden absence from her pussy. She looked at his face. His eyes weren’t on her, they were on something higher up. Something above her head …
‘Well, well, what have we here?’ said Tony, his voice dancing with amusement.
He reached up and Alexia remembered with a horrible lurch what she had left on the glass shelf on the wall. She saw his hand move in front of his face, holding the small, silver object as if he was examining a diamond.
She heard him flick the switch and the tell-tale buzzing filled the small room.
‘Such a little toy. Let’s see how big a kick it’s got, shall we?’
He held her gaze as he moved his hand down and pushed the object up against her clit. It was cold and she gave an involuntary shiver. He didn’t take his eyes off hers; he was watching her, watching for her reaction. Then he flicked it on …
A thousand angry bees came to life and her nub was ravaged with the pleasure of their attention. She gave a series of short, shuddering intakes of breath, almost as if there was no time to breathe out between each gulp of air.
He turned up the speed. The bees got louder. Alexia was biting her lip hard; she feared she would draw blood, but she was afraid if she stopped she would scream.
Tony pressed the bullet harder and rocked it against her so the pleasure would hit her in waves.
She heaved. She would come, and very soon. But Tony did not want to let her off so easily. She should have known, the way he’d made Phillipa wait, made her beg, when he’d fucked her on the boardroom table. Sex wasn’t about pleasure for him, it was about control.
He watched her closely as he pulled his hand towards himself, pulling the bullet along her, right up to the back.
H
e laughed as he caught the flash of shock in her eyes. The he pushed the buzzer up to ten and pushed the tip of it inside her bottom.
Alexia had to grit her teeth. Someone was shaking the hornets’ next, and shaking it in a place she never knew could be so good. She let out a string of loud gasps, clutching the sides of the sink to steady herself. Tony was watching and loving it, loving her pleasure/pain.
He was teasing the bullet back and forth, the merest fraction at a time, but the tiny movements were exquisite, as her muscles gripped the warming metal. She came hard, her hips bucking. He clamped his free hand on her backside and stopped her rocking. He was holding her in a vice, keeping her still, forcing her to feel every tiny, rippling contraction.
This was a new orgasm for her; this didn’t come just from the jumping cluster of nerves underneath her clit, it was altogether different. It was searing, but it subsided quickly. It wasn’t enough.
She looked up at Tony. She heard a click and the buzzing was silenced. He pulled his hand away and slowly, deliberately put the bullet back on the shelf.
‘I think spring is here, don’t you?’ he said, as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her juices. He teased her opening.
It was going to be now; he was going to fuck her!
Alexia’s legs were quivering, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.
‘Beg me,’ said Tony.
Alexia stood frozen, watching his face.
‘Beg me,’ he said, harder this time, rubbing himself against her.
But the words wouldn’t come. She wanted it, oh how she wanted it, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. If she said it, it was true.
She looked at him. He was waiting. Sooner or later, he knew she would relent and he would just wait. They stood silent, motionless; Alexia didn’t know how long. Just like Phillipa and Tony, each waiting for the other, but there was no fight for supremacy here. It was just a matter of time before she gave in.
She wanted to push backwards; she wanted his cock inside her. She didn’t care how much she hated him, she just needed it, needed it very badly. She hated herself for her need, but she couldn’t deny it.
If she could just push back she’d envelop him. She could clutch her muscles around him and he would start thrusting. Pushing her into the sink. Fucking her. The ache inside her was unbearable. She tried to inch back, but Tony moved with her, backwards, still holding his tip against her, tantalizingly close, tormenting her with the nearness of him. If her cunt could scream it would have howled with need.
‘Alexia!’ The shout seemed to come from far away. ‘Alexia!’ At first it didn’t register. ‘Alexia!’ Louder this time. It wasn’t Tony, it was outside. ‘Anyone here?’
It was coming from the bedroom. It was Nathan’s voice!
Alexia clamped a hand to her mouth to stop the gasp of shock escaping. She stood up and wheeled round. Tony’s eyes weren’t so sure now. The confidence had evaporated. Nathan sounded very close.
Alexia shouted instinctively, ‘Nathan. Sorry, I’m –’ it was hard to speak ‘– I’m in the bathroom. I won’t be a minute …’
‘I need you, I have to sort some documents out and it can’t wait.’
Tony was watching the door. He’d turned from hunter to hunted. It was clear he didn’t want to get caught.
‘I’ll be right there.’
Nathan’s voice was retreating. ‘I’ll be in the lobby,’ and he was gone.
There was a moment’s hesitation, then Alexia grabbed a towel and covered herself as she rushed into the bedroom. Tony followed her.
‘You have to go. You have to go now!’ She stood by the connecting door. With horror, she realised that Nathan must have come in through it. Tony’s room was open, and a maid was stripping the bed. What would Nathan think? That the door had been open the whole time? Panic flooded her.
‘We haven’t finished,’ growled Tony.
‘Oh yes, we have, we have definitely finished.’
He moved towards her, about to take her back into his control, but he saw the maid next door and discretion got the better of him.
His jaw was clenched. He was breathing hard. He’d tucked himself back into his trousers, but his clothing was dishevelled and only half done up. He zipped his fly and stomped back into his own room, sending the maid scurrying out.
Alexia slammed the connecting door behind him and turned the key with a loud clunk. She stood with her back against the door, breathing hard. She could hear Tony stomping around angrily, through the door.
She dashed into the bathroom to pick up her clothes. Her blouse was useless; half the buttons had been ripped off. She rushed back to her case to find another top and dressed hurriedly. She wiped herself as she was so wet she feared she would leave a mark on her skirt. She threw everything in her bag, except the bullet. She picked it up and dropped it into the rubbish bin in the bathroom. Time Tony was gone, she thought. Then she gathered her stuff, picked up her room key, and made her way to reception without a backward glance. She hoped Tony wasn’t following her.
She walked up to the beautiful reception desk to check out. The same French girl who had checked her in was there again. Michelle.
‘Ah, Miss Wright! Did you enjoy your stay wiz us?’
Alexia really couldn’t form an answer. She smiled weakly and nodded her head.
The woman’s Parisian accent was thick and seductive. ‘Your boss ’as all ze invoices, so zere is nothing to fill out.’
She smiled and nodded a thank you and wheeled her trolley into the lobby where Nathan was sitting waiting for her. He was casually dressed, but he still looked better than most men look in a three-piece suit, thought Alexia.
Her stomach was churning.
‘Sorry, I was –’ Alexia started.
‘It’s OK. I need you to check these over before we leave.’
No chit chat, straight to business.
She sat gingerly on the edge of a large, plump chair. She picked up the invoices he’d handed her.
‘I just need you to check that they haven’t stiffed us for anything we didn’t order or didn’t get. It’s a smart hotel, but they have been known to be a little creative with the bills.’
‘Oh – of course …,’ stammered Alexia.
She looked through the list. It was hard to read; the items and the figures were swimming in front of her eyes.
Concentrate, she told herself. She went down the list slowly and said finally, ‘That all looks in order. I think we’re fine.’
‘Good!’ said Nathan curtly. He stood up. ‘Right, let’s get going, I have to be back before 12.’
Alexia jumped up quickly to follow him. He stopped, as if checking himself, then he took a step back and picked up her trolley bag and motioned for her to go first.
And there he was again, the gentleman. He was so confusing, Alexia’s head swam.
‘My stuff’s in the car,’ he explained.
‘Oh! OK, thank you,’ muttered Alexia and walked out of the lobby.
As they reached the entrance an immaculately dressed doorman opened the great oak door. She felt a wave of cold air hit her. Back to reality, she thought.
‘Bon voyage!’ chirruped Michelle from reception, ‘Enjoy your trip home!’
Alexia’s stomach somersaulted. Trip home? Two and a half hours with Nathan.
Chapter Eleven
The Jaguar pulled up in front of them as Nathan handed a bellhop Alexia’s bag. The boot opened with an expensive whisper and a valet stepped out from behind the wheel, handing the keys to Nathan as her bag was safely stored.
Alexia saw Nathan palm some money into the two men’s hands. He did it with ease and practice; they smiled appreciatively. He was smooth, very smooth, every inch the gentleman.
She went to the door but the valet was there before her, opening it and smiling. She wasn’t used to such attention.
‘May I take your coat, madame?’ Another French accent. He took it from her and laid it gently on t
he back seat.
‘Au revoir, madame.’ He shut both doors. She was cocooned again.
He’d called her madame. Do they think I’m his wife? wondered Alexia. The idea sent a thrill through her as Nathan got in. She tried not to look as his long leg stepped in before he slid his body into the soft leather seat. She was still turned on, and now she was near the real object of her affection, and the need was worse, much worse.
As they buckled up, a red Maserati raced past them and roared away down the tree-lined avenue that led to the road. Alexia saw a familiar head of blond curls behind the wheel.
‘Is that Tony?’ Alexia spoke without thinking.
‘Daddy’s money. Some people get things handed to them on a plate.’
Alexia flushed. She’d very nearly handed herself to him on a plate. But Nathan had rescued her. And he didn’t even know it. Nathan stared down the drive after the red sports car. He didn’t look impressed.
‘You don’t like him, do you?’ Alexia surprised herself with the boldness of her question.
Nathan turned his head and looked at her for a moment. Those blue eyes sent a jolt through her again. Her pussy was still wet, and getting wetter.
He turned his head back to look through the windscreen. ‘No,’ he said coldly, as he fired the car into life, releasing the handbrake and pulling away.
They reached the road and pulled into the traffic. Nathan was silent. They travelled for a few miles and joined the motorway, speeding up to cruise their way back to London. The car seemed to settle in; this was its natural home.
Alexia couldn’t live without knowing what lay behind the simple “no” Nathan used to answer her question. She needed to understand; there was something between Nathan and Tony.
‘Why did you hire him if you don’t like him?’
Nathan thought for a moment.
‘You’re curious about him?’
She didn’t like the implication. Sonia’s words floated back. She’d told her that to get a man like Nathan you have to take a risk; that men like him don’t come along every day.
