by Paul Preston
“He was breaking the rules of the club, Ms. Madsen.”
“And what do you think we’re doing right now?”
“Well…”
“Your club, your rules?”
I smiled at her little joke. Then I remembered the insult Polk flung at me as I kicked him out.
“I did want to clarify something he said about me. I want you to know that I was removed from the Chicago Police Department, but unjustly. I sued and won a wrongful termination suit.”
“What happened?”
“I witnessed a homeless man getting kicked in the ribs by my superior officer. I reported her and got kicked off the force because of it.”
“Is that why your wife…”
“Yes. It led to her betrayal and our divorce…”
Eloise leaned forward and took my damaged cheeks in her hands.
“Do policemen still do that good cop/bad cop thing when interviewing a suspect?” she asked.
“Sometimes…”
“Then you must be the good cop…”
“Thank you… I was… or wanted to be one…”
“Enough talk now, Mr. Jefferson…”
Eloise shut her eyes, placed her hands on my shoulders for balance and more rapidly began rocking her hips on top of mine. I placed my hands on the sides and noticed a rather thin faded scar running up the left side of her hip from her upper thigh to just above her pelvis. As we made love I touched it, following its elegant path with my fingertip. She must have felt me touching her there. Eloise leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“You’re not the only one with a scar, Mr. Jefferson…”
As she bounced up and down upon me, her breasts jiggled and swayed freely due to our increased motion. I had never had intercourse with my ex-wife face to face in this position before. I knew Bette found the sight of my face and naked body distasteful and always asked me to turn the lights off before we had sex. In the bright lights of my office, it was highly erotic to make love to Eloise, facing her. I watched each expression on Eloise’s pretty face as we enjoyed each other. In the midst of her pleasure she shut her eyes and bit her lower lip, leaving an indentation of her tooth mark on her flesh. Tilting her head back, she parted her lips and moaned out. She looked back at me with watery eyes and whispered out my name.
“James… you’re making me come… again…”
I released into her womb at the same moment, shooting out streams of my semen. It was without a doubt the most intensely intimate and satisfying sexual experience of my life. After our breathing calmed, I pulled out of Eloise, still quite aroused. I noticed an accumulation of thick white particles coating my condom, especially at the base. I looked at Eloise and she shyly smiled.
“Are you both finished? It’s rather late, Cassandra, and we have a bit of a drive back. Let’s go,” Mr. Anderson said, rather abruptly.
I had forgotten her Dom was there, caught up in the moment of passion. Mr. Anderson sat at my desk, looking straight ahead. He stood up and walked toward the door. We dressed quickly and Ms. Madsen joined her Dom. I was completely out of my comfort zone and I had no idea what the proper decorum should be in this situation. I felt incredibly awkward, but I felt the urge to say something before they both walked out of my life. I wished Eloise didn’t have to go so soon after our wonderful experience and I even felt like talking with Mr. Anderson further at the bar.
“Mr. Anderson… ahh… could I buy you a drink at the bar before you go?”
“No thank you. I’m driving,” he said coldly.
“Of course. Drive safely,” I said.
They turned to leave my office.
“Goodbye Eloise. Have a nice life…” I said, gazing at her.
She smiled at me over her shoulder on her way out of our office and just like that they were gone.
I turned on my computer and watched on the security cameras as they walked to their car in the parking lot. After the wonderful experience I had and the abrupt way it ended, I didn’t feel like remaining at the club. I sent a text to my chief security officer that I was leaving for the rest of the shift and to lock up the bar for me. Then I walked out of the back exit where my Harley was parked, revved it up and sped away from Obsessions.
My mind was reeling from what happened in my office with Eloise. I didn’t want to go home just yet, so I thought I’d stop at my gym for a workout. I had bought a membership at this upscale fitness center called Equinox when my business began turning a profit. I had a private locker there reserved just for me. I changed into my gym clothes and picked up one of their eucalyptus-scented towels. On the way over to the treadmills, I saw something peculiar. Outside one of the rooms reserved for spinning class and aerobics, I noticed a bunch of guys standing around, pretending to be working out while gaping through the glass wall of the exercise room. As I passed by I glanced in to see what the men were staring at. An attractive woman dressed in skin-tight yoga pants and a flesh-colored leotard top was leading some kind of stretch class. Normally I would have walked by without looking in, but Eloise had lit a fire of passion within me. I stopped to admire the Yoga teacher, along with the other men. Sitting upright on the floor, her legs were split into a wide open V shape, revealing the contours of her inner thighs. Her arms were raised over her head in a graceful manner. As she slowly lowered the upper half of her limber body to the floor, the creamy white flesh of her cleavage was displayed as it spilled out from her loose top. She appeared to be oblivious to the sensation she was creating, focused completely on demonstrating the stretch to the class. Perhaps the yoga instructor was used to the prying eyes of men. Normally I would’ve been more discreet and averted my eyes, but after being with a woman for the first time in two years I could no longer look away. Like the other men, I gazed at her with lust in my eyes. I was always afraid an attractive woman would catch me looking and be sickened by the sight of my face. But after my experience with Eloise, I didn’t care anymore if I got caught. I simply had to stare at her. If someone had seen me gawking in at her, I’m sure I would’ve been considered some kind of pervert. After the pretty teacher demonstrated a few other stretches, the class ended. As people came out of the room, I noticed the teacher chatting with a particularly limber man who appeared to be her assistant or friend.
I walked over to the treadmills and chose my favorite one with a view of the trees out of the second floor windows. I cranked it up to a light jog for a couple of minutes and then let loose at a high speed. Pounding the spinning surface loudly with my Nikes I broke a sweat, thinking about Eloise. I was torn inside about her. I began to feel I had taken advantage of her at my club. She was vulnerable and confused young woman, engaged to be married. She even claimed to be a Christian, which made the situation all the more confusing. I had never even flirted with any of the patrons of Obsessions and I not only allowed Eloise to have sex with her Dom in front of me in my office, but I had made love to her as well. However great the experience was for me, it was highly unprofessional. It broke regulations and if anyone found out about it, my business could be permanently shut down by the city. I had always held myself up to a higher moral standard and I could not help but think I had failed by allowing myself to get sexually involved with a patron. Here I was having sex with the girlfriend of a military officer just a day and a half before he was to arrive home. Looking at it that way, the whole affair seemed rather sordid. I also kept thinking about Charles Anderson. I kept picturing the lost sad expression in his hollowed out eyes and the deep circles etched under them. He had offered to share his submissive with me, but I could tell he was tormented inside about doing it. I should’ve refused their offer and kept myself under better control.
Though I felt a sense of guilt, part of me wanted to cut myself some slack. What flesh and blood man would be able to say no to such a lovely and alluring woman? I had not made love to a woman for so long I had become a rather cold person as a result, detached from my emotions. Perhaps it was good for me to let someone become close, even
if just for a moment. For at least a few hours of one evening in my life, I no longer felt like some kind of freak. Eloise made me feel human again.
And it was more than just a random sexual encounter for me. Much more. I just had this instant feeling of comfort and familiarity with her, even though we were strangers to each other. I now felt more alive, but also full of complicated feelings. I decided I wasn’t really the type to engage in a ménage a trois. I wished I could have Eloise Madsen all to myself. In the end it hardly mattered. I would never see either one of them again. I grabbed the handrails of the treadmill and powered down the speed of the machine. After stretching out, I didn’t feel like doing reps with the free weights. I showered, changed and rode my Harley home.
At Obsessions the next night I stayed hidden in the back office, monitoring the club from my computer and doing payroll. I kept replaying what had happened just a few feet away on the couch less than 24 hours ago and it all now seemed like a dream.
It was a fairly routine shift until I got this funny feeling inside. I swear I could feel the presence of Eloise in the building. I put my pen down and checked the club from various camera angles, but didn’t see her through the crowd. Then I got a text from security.
“Your friends are back, but we have a problem.”
Like a child waking up on Christmas morning, my heart began thumping strongly in my chest. She was back! It was odd that I somehow was able to sense her presence in Obsessions. I walked out of my office and squeezed my way through the bodies. Passing the bar I noticed Charles Anderson seated by himself on a bar stool, his body crouched over a Scotch, oblivious to what was happening. I met the bartender’s eyes and he looked over to the crowd gathered near the door.
I elbowed my way closer and found Eloise standing near the entrance surrounded by men, completely naked and shivering. Two blue teardrop-shaped jewels adorned her nipples and two matching crystal pendants were clasped to each side of her labium, dangling prettily from her sex. She appeared in the club as if she was a prisoner on her way to jail, her hands handcuffed at the wrists. My lips parted and mouth fell open, salivating at the view. As the crowd of men closed in around her, I stepped forward. The first Dom who reached her squeezed her ass and attempted to kiss her.
“Back off,” I shouted in a commanding voice.
My reputation had only worsened after my behavior yesterday and the Dom responded immediately, letting go of her backside and stepping away from her. I tentatively approached her.
“Hi James,” Eloise said in a warm and friendly manner.
“Hello, Ms. Madsen,” I said, rather stiffly.
“How are you this evening?” she asked quite casually.
“Fine… You’re naked, Ms. Madsen.”
“You noticed…”
I removed my suit jacket and put it around her shoulders.
“Thank you James. You’re always such a gentleman. I was cold.”
“Of course. Are you wrists uncomfortable? Shall I get the keys to the handcuffs from Mr. Anderson?”
“No thank you, James.”
“But Eloise -”
“I feel perfectly fine.”
“Ms. Madsen, it’s not safe for you to -”
“I am still the sole property of my Dom. If he desires for me to appear in your club like this, I intend to carry out his wishes, Sir.”
“Very well then Ms. Madsen. Come with me please…”
The crowd parted as I escorted her through the club. Anderson didn’t even look up from his drink as we passed by. Everyone’s eyes were riveted upon us. On the way to my office I turned the heat up higher in the club. We finally made it to the back room and I seated Eloise on my couch. I had a blanket stashed away in the closet and wrapped her up in it. I called the bartender and ordered a mug of hot coffee. He brought it to us immediately.
“Careful, it’s hot,” I said as I handed it to her.
My heart raced as I gazed into her innocent eyes, luscious full lips and bejeweled breasts. Holding the coffee mug between her cuffed wrists, she took small sips of coffee. After a moment she stopped shivering.
“Thank you again James. I was so cold. I think I had goose bumps on top of my goose bumps.”
“It was irresponsible of your Dom to take you out without clothes. It’s getting cold out there.”
“Charles is only doing what I asked him to do. Please don’t be angry with him James. He’s… upset as it is. Our time together is almost over.”
“I don’t care. He shouldn’t be risking your health like that. You could’ve caught a chill.”
“It’s very flattering that you’re so concerned for me, but please don’t worry any more. I feel fine now, Mr. Jefferson. I’m all warm and cozy in this blanket. It has the smell of your cologne. I like it,” Eloise said, smiling.
I put the cup down on the table. Eloise gave me a prolonged deep look with her innocent watery eyes. I felt myself becoming painfully aroused again. I had only the best of intentions to protect Eloise from being molested by the crowd, but now I was questioning my motives for taking her back into my office. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel the blood once again pulsing through my veins.
“I’m glad you feel more comfortable Ms. Madsen. Will you excuse me for a moment?”
As I turned away, her soft hands reach out and touched me.
“Are you leaving?” she asked.
“No. I’m going to find you some warm clothes to wear.”
“I’m fine James.”
“You have nothing to cover your body.”
“This is what my Dom wishes me to wear this evening, James.”
“But Ms. Madsen, you must be cold -”
“I’m toasty and warm now in your blanket, I promise.”
“It’s not safe for you in here, handcuffed and without clothes.”
“I appreciate your concern for me, I do. It’s very sweet of you.”
“Ms. Madsen -”
“I know it may be hard for you to understand James, but the truth is… I prefer to be undressed and handcuffed now. It’s my choice. So please don’t run off. Come sit next to me, will you? We have precious little time together and… there are a few things I wish to discuss with you…”
I took a breath and sat back down on the couch. Eloise leaned forward and rested her head on my chest. I placed my arm lightly around her shoulder. We sat quietly together, listening to the whirring sound of the heating system pump warm air into the room.
“This is nice…” she said.
I nodded.
“Your heart is beating so fast. It sounds like it’s going to explode right out of your chest.”
“Yes, it feels that way,” I said, taking in a shallow breath and breathing out nervously.
“James… Before we have our little talk, there is something I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I saw you. Just sit back and relax.”
It happened so fast I hardly had time to react. In one fluid motion Eloise kneeled on the floor between my knees and unbuckled and unzipped my pants. Then she pulled my trousers and boxers downward and God help me I lifted my hips above the couch to make it easier for her to remove them.
“You have a very lovely penis.”
“Thank you,” I uttered, not knowing how quite to respond.
“You know, James. I know you don’t think it’s true, but I’m very attracted to you…”
“Ms. Madsen. I don’t understand. How could you be…”
Holding my erect shaft in her cuffed hands, she took the full length of my penis in her mouth and swallowed it into the back of her throat. I stopped talking and closed my eyes. She slowly sucked up and down the sides, swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip and licking the rim before taking it deep into her throat once again. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and close them tightly in the thick soft blonde tendrils, but refrained. I opened my eyes and the blanket had slipped off her shoulders. As she sucked up and down on my shaft, I watched her breasts sway and jiggle i
n response. The two lovely mounds of flesh hung softly from her chest below me, delicate, full and round, the color of fresh cream, and the most beautiful vision I have ever seen in this world.
Under normal circumstances I prided myself in my self-control, but after just a moment of pleasure I felt the urge to release my semen directly into her mouth. It occurred to me that I hadn’t locked my office door and her Dom or any of my employees could walk in on us at any moment. I was once again acting unprofessionally and taking advantage of the young woman’s fragile state of mind. Before I lost complete control, I maneuvered my hips away, pulled my trousers back up and zipped. I took Eloise into my arms.
“Ms. Madsen…”
“What’s wrong James? Don’t you like -”
“Of course I do. I like it too much. But it’s wrong. It’s wrong of me to…”
“Oh. Perhaps… would you like to kiss me instead? Like yesterday?”
Eloise lay back on the couch, opening her thighs for me like the wings of a butterfly. The pretty pink lips of her sex were unfurled and slick with moisture. The two blue crystals clamped onto the outer folds of her labium rested peacefully upon her innermost flesh and sparkled in the overhead lights. My mouth watered. I leaned forward, placed the weight of my hands on her innermost thighs and spread them wider apart, gazing into the hypnotic curling petals, framed by the pendants. I took a breath and swallowed before the saliva in my mouth dribbled out. With an effort, I spoke softly to her.
“Ms. Madsen… Eloise… There is nothing in my life that I would like to do more than kiss you right now… for hours if you’d let me… just as I did before. But your boyfriend is returning tomorrow and… it’s just not right of me to take advantage of you, no matter how much I… want to kiss you there.”
Eloise nodded, sadly. I helped her to sit up and wrapped the blanket back around her. Then I handed her the cup.
“Here. Drink some more before it gets cold,” I said.
“Would you… hold the cup to my lips?” Eloise asked, shyly.
“Of course.”
She took a small sip .
