by S. J. Lewis
She came to another landing and paused, not because she needed a rest…it felt as if she’d descended for miles, but she didn’t feel the least bit tired…but because it seemed the thing to do. After a brief pause, she took a deep breath and continued. It was very quiet down here, and very dim where it wasn’t pitch dark. She took another, deeper breath and went on. The stairs were regular and even now.
After a while, she could see another landing up ahead. This time there was someone standing on it, apparently waiting for her. It was a man, tall and well-built, wearing only dress slacks, shoes, and a black hood over his head. Somehow, she knew it was Aaron, and her heart jumped. It wasn’t until she arrived on the landing that she realized that now she was completely naked.
The hooded man on the landing never spoke to her. He secured her wrists behind her with heavy steel manacles, forced a metal bit gag between her teeth and buckled it tightly in place, and then fitted her with a thick and heavy collar of black leather. It was so wide that it forced her to keep her head up. Then he clipped a leash of heavy chain to her collar. He gave Marie one quick, hard pat on her ass and started down the stairs with her in tow. Somehow, Marie found it no harder to navigate the stairs with her hands chained behind her than it had been when they were free. She kept as silent as the man did as they descended further and further into the dark, though her heart was pounding and her body ached for his caress. She was sure that it was Aaron. It had to be him. Who else would know to find her in such a strange place?
Finally they came to the end of the endless stairs. There was another landing there, and just at the other side of it a great double door. It looked a lot like some illustrations Marie had seen of medieval buildings. The doors were made of dark, dark wood and reinforced with iron bars. The hooded man held up a key for her to see. She knew it was the key to open those doors, and that he was somehow asking her if she wanted him to use it. The knowledge also came to her that if she said yes, he would lead her through those doors and shut and lock them behind so that she could never leave whatever place lay on the other side. She hesitated. He dark began to slowly close in on them, and the great silence of the place felt as if it was weighing her down, weighing her down…
Marie awoke with a ragged gasp. She sat up abruptly, her hand at her throat, unsure of where she was for a moment. Then her hand felt the thin leather collar Aaron had put on her earlier.
She was in their hotel suite. It was dark because it was still nighttime, but not totally dark because some of the city lights seeped in around and through the heavy curtains. It was quiet, but not totally quiet. There was the faint background murmur of the power and heating systems of a large building, and the occasional sound of the sparse traffic in the streets below. She groped for Aaron, and her hand struck the side of the bed.
‘Oh…that’s right,’ she thought. She wasn’t lying on the bed with him, but on the floor next to the bed in a snug little nest made of blankets and sheets and a pillow. Her leash was still attached to her collar, and she knew that the other end of it was in his strong hand. That was comforting, but her dream had been so unsettling that she craved more reassurance than that. Slowly, furtively, she rose from her nest and put her hands on the bed. She raised herself up onto her knees. Aaron lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully, the end loop of the leash around his wrist.
“Master,” Marie whispered urgently. “Master.” She thought about reaching out to shake him gently, but then he stirred. “Master,” she said again.
“Mmmm…what is it, Marie?” he asked without opening his eyes. To her relief, he didn’t sound irritated.
“Master,” she said, “I had a dream…”
“A bad dream?”
“Well…no, not bad, but it was…unsettling. May I lie alongside you for a while, please, Master?”
She could just see that he was smiling faintly, and then she felt the welcoming tug on her leash. She climbed into the bed with him and snuggled her way under the blankets. She clung to him, savoring the feel of his naked body against hers. The disturbing dream was already fading from her mind.
He put his free hand on her head and pushed gently. Marie knew immediately what he wanted, even half-asleep as he was. She moved only as fast as he pushed, until her head was under the blankets. Her hands were free, but she sought out his cock with her mouth only, groping in the warm dark. She found it and nuzzled it, huffing her warm, moist breath onto his sensitive flesh. She even moved beyond where his hand had guided her to nuzzle and lick his balls while his cock grew larger and harder. She heard him groan as she ran her tongue and lips along the underside of the shaft. She knew that he liked this. What man wouldn’t? She smiled wickedly to herself as she continued to tease and arouse him, knowing that he would let it go on until he couldn’t stand it any more, and then… She shivered. His cock felt huge now, thick and long and pulsing. She wanted it inside of her, one way or another. Just the thought of it plunging deep into her pussy, plundering her, plowing her, punishing her, almost made her come right then and there. For a moment, she lost track of what she was doing, and then she felt his hand slowly gripping a handful of her hair as he groaned again. She sought and found his cock with her lips and slowly slid them up along the shaft, her tongue tickling at him as she went, until she came to the big, blunt head. She was salivating freely as she took him in, and she paused for a moment, only her tongue-tip moving. She thought of how it would feel to have every hard, warm, throbbing inch of him thrust into her mouth. Much of it would have to go down her throat, she knew. Maybe he would train her how to do that. Maybe he would train her how to do a lot of things she’d only imagined in her wildest, darkest, and most secret fantasies. She couldn’t suppress a delicious shudder at the thought.
And then the image of the great, iron-bound double door intruded, filling her mind’s eye, thoroughly derailing her. She didn’t realize that she had frozen in place until she heard Aaron groan and felt his hand insistently pushing her head down. That broke the spell. She murmured softly for him and began to suck. His fingers clenched her hair more tightly, and he groaned again.
Marie kept to her work, taking pleasure in the sounds and small movements she elicited from her master. She closed her eyes and conjured up the image of him taking her, strongly and roughly on the floor. She drooled around his cock and began sucking again. This time she used no tricks to prolong his arousal. He had already taken her twice tonight, the first time on the floor right by the entrance to the suite, the second time on the thickly carpeted floor alongside the bed, with her on all fours as he held her in place with her leash and occasionally smacked her ass hard, making her squeal.
She had come both times. Now she just wanted to give him pleasure as his loving, naked sex slave. She heard him moan sleepily, felt his fingers twining themselves deeper into her hair, but not deeply enough to hurt, and smiled around him. She went slowly, thoroughly, lovingly in the close, warm dark under the bedclothes. He’d already come twice tonight while he was fucking her, and she didn’t know how long it had been since their last rough lovemaking. She was unworried. Sooner or later, she would suck and lick him into coming again, and then her mouth would be filled with him. She was sure that she would be able to swallow it all.
It began to take on a dreamlike quality, and Marie realized that she was sleepy just as he was. Briefly, she wondered if he’d brought other young women to this hotel, maybe even to this suite and this bed. The thought drifted away. All that mattered right now was this moment. She broke off sucking him to nuzzle and lick his balls for a little while, holding his cock gently out of the way with her hand. It was slick, almost slippery now from her saliva, and she slid her fingers slowly up and down the shaft while she licked and nibbled and kissed. She felt him stir and heard him groan again. There seemed to be a hint of urgency in the tone of his voice, so she took him back into her mouth. She could feel her cheeks puckering inwards as she sucked. He groaned again, more loudly, and his grip on her hair tightened. A moment later, he
was spurting into her waiting mouth, groaning with each squirt. She closed her eyes and moaned contentedly in time to his groans.
***
“Good morning!”
Marie stirred and blinked on the bed. Bright light was streaming in. She sat up slowly, the sheet dropping away from her body and the leash to her collar hanging down between her breasts. Squinting, she saw that Aaron had drawn back the curtains. Apparently there were two sets of them, the heavy dark ones that blotted out light on the inside and thinner white ones that let in light but still screened off any view on the inside. Aaron stood next to the bed, smiling down at her. He wore a long, dark bathrobe and his hair looked damp.
“I ordered breakfast for us,” he said. “If you hustle, you can take a shower before it gets here.”
Marie smiled up at him and slid down onto her back. She pushed the bedclothes away with her feet and laid there, her arms and legs open to welcome him. He bent down to kiss her, but pulled away before she wanted him to.
“What’s the matter, Master?” she asked coyly as she slowly ground her hips on the sheets. “I thought that men liked sex in the morning.”
He laughed. “Indeed we do, Marie,” he replied. “But you took a lot out of me this morning already. I need a little time to recharge.” He took up the end of her leash and gave it a tug. “Up, Marie,” he ordered.
Marie’s smile never faded. She slid gracefully off of the bed and onto the floor on her hands and knees. She turned her head to look up at him. He was smiling.
“Good girl, Marie,” he said. He gave her leash a twitch and led her into the suite’s bathroom.
Crawling along on all fours was easy while she was on the thick carpeting, but the tiled floor in the bathroom was another matter. Aaron didn’t let her slow down, though. Next time, Marie thought to herself, she’d wait until she was ordered to get on her hands and knees. Still, she loved the feeling of the thin collar around her neck and the tug of the leash in her master’s hand. She’d read about women enjoying that in those nasty little books. Now she was experiencing it for herself, and discovering that it was even better than she’d imagined.
“Up, Marie,” Aaron ordered. “On your feet.”
She obediently rose, grateful to get her knees off of that cold, hard floor. As she got to her feet, Aaron took her by her upper arms and turned her to face the big mirror over the double sink.
“Do you see how lovely you are, my little slave?” he murmured into her ear. Marie shivered as his warm breath caressed her skin. “Yes, Master,” she replied. In fact, she didn’t think that she looked all that lovely. Her hair was a mess, for one thing, and badly in need of brushing. Her makeup had been ravaged during their long, active night as well. Then Aaron wrapped her leash slowly around his hand and pulled upwards and back so that she had to stand more upright. “Look more closely, Marie,” he said. “I want you to see what I see.”
She held perfectly still as he unbuckled the collar and took it off of her. It left a faint mark.
“Look into your own eyes, Marie,” he whispered into her ear as he pressed her up against the counter with his body. “Look into those lovely eyes.”
She obeyed. Her eyes were hazel, neither brown nor blue nor green. She’d always wished that they’d been more decisive a color. She saw and felt her master take a grip on her light brown hair, then felt his other hand slide up from her hip to her breast. He cupped it, squeezing and massaging the soft, sensitive flesh. She felt her nipple swelling and hardening. Her mouth sagged half-open and she had an urge to close her eyes the better to luxuriate in the feeling, but she kept her eyes open and fixed on their own reflections. His hand moved to her other breast.
Something seemed to happen to her reflection. Her expression softened. Her eyelids drooped a little, and suddenly she felt as if she was staring at a stranger who happened to look a little like she did. Her master slid his hand from her breast, down across her belly, and then back up to her other breast. Marie saw something shifting and unfamiliar in the stranger’s eyes as the face in the mirror slowly transformed into a mask of lust.
“Do you see what I see?” Aaron whispered into her ear.
“Yes, Master,” Marie moaned.
“Keep watching,” he ordered. He moved a little away from her. His hand slid down her flank to her hip, and then around to cup and squeeze her ass, gently but strongly. There was a terrible hunger in the stranger’s eyes now. Marie kept staring into the mirror, but she felt her hips starting to grind out slow little circles under her master’s hand. He let go of her hair and gripped her gently around her throat, holding her head up because it had started to droop as she became more aroused.
“You are beautiful this way, Marie,” he told her. “Beautiful and a little wild. Do you see it?”
Marie swallowed slowly before she answered. When she did, her voice was nothing more than a whisper: “Yes, Master. Oh, yes! I see!”
He turned her around and held her close for a long kiss that left her breathless and dizzy. Right then, she would have done anything he wanted. All he had to do was ask her…or tell her. She felt hot and cold at the same time, and so boneless that if he hadn’t been holding her upright she would have slid down to the cold, hard floor.
He broke the kiss and smiled down at her. “Now, my lovely little slave, get yourself a shower. I’ll be waiting for you in the other room. We’ll have a nice, leisurely breakfast and then all the rest of the day together.”
“Yes, Master,” Marie stood on tiptoe to kiss him again. Then she hugged him close so that he wouldn’t see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. She couldn’t say why that was happening.
***
She’d always preferred a nice, long bath to a shower before, but things had changed. Marie stood in the pulsing spray of water, feeling it strike her bare skin and course down the length of her body. Why had she never realized before how erotic a shower could be? She turned so that the spray was hitting her back and tilted her head so that it would thoroughly soak her hair. It badly needed washing.
She’d been in hotels before, but never in one that provided a hair dryer to go with the complimentary shampoo. There was a complimentary conditioner as well. She didn’t recognize the brand, though, so she was reluctant to use it. She wished that she knew the brand of the hotel soap. It felt creamy on her skin, smelled vaguely like perfume, and lathered up very nicely.
She wrapped a towel around herself before she exited the bathroom. Apparently complimentary bathrobes weren’t included here. At least the hair dryer had worked well. Her hair was still just a little damp, but not enough for her to wrap it in a towel too. She paused to look at herself in the mirror again. There was no stranger looking back at her now. Maybe if she leaned closer and stared into her eyes…but no, that wouldn’t work. Only he could bring that stranger out. She opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.
After the steamy humidity of the bathroom, the air in the bedroom felt chilly and dry. Marie only noticed that for a moment, though, because something else grabbed her attention. There was a single long-stemmed red rose lying on the bed. Under the rose lay a beautiful dark blue robe decorated with Chinese designs…or were they Japanese? She couldn’t tell. She held the rose up to her nose while she gazed at the robe. It had to be for her. It looked like it was her size. On a whim, she put the rose in her mouth. The stem had no thorns or she wouldn’t have even tried it. She held the robe up with both hands and then held it against her body. The material felt wonderfully smooth and light on her skin, and it was definitely her size. She shed the towel and donned the robe. It fit her loosely, but in such a way that she realized it was meant to fit that way. She belted it around her waist and went out into the other room.
He stood up from the table when he saw her approaching, and he smiled. Marie’s heart gave one of those little leaps she was starting to become accustomed to, and she smiled back at her dear, dear master.
“That looks very good on you,” he said as he pulled out
a chair for her.
“Thank you, Master,” she answered. As she sat down, she leaned her head back for a kiss, and he obliged.
“Are you hungry, Marie?” he asked as he resumed his seat. Marie surveyed the small round table, covered now with a spotless white tablecloth and shining covered dishes. She could smell coffee, and fresh pastry, and…was that sausage or bacon? She suddenly realized that she was very hungry indeed, and for more than just breakfast.
“Yes, Master,” she nodded.
It was very bright in the nook where they sat. The heavy drapes had been drawn back, leaving the thin white ones in place, and sunlight streamed into the suite. He just sat for a moment, looking at her, smiling.
“What are you thinking, Master?” Marie asked.
“Nothing in particular,” he shook his head. “I just like looking at you.”
She smiled at that.
“Here, let me serve,” he said. “Eggs?” He lifted the lid on one of the dishes and she saw Spanish omelets.
“Yes, please!” she replied.
“And would you like bacon or sausage with your omelet?”
Marie licked her lips. “May I have both, Master?”
He chuckled. “Of course, Marie,” he said. “And as much as you like. But I must warn you…”
“Yes, Master?” She expected something like she would have to go to the health club for an extra day to work off the huge meal she was about to eat. He didn’t say anything of the sort.
“Tomorrow, you will not sit at the table.” He looked at her, and she saw his hunger for her in his eyes. It made her quiver expectantly.
