by Anthology
I snuff out the butt and adjust my coat before ringing the bell to their gorgeous pre-war home. I know exactly what Mr. Bohm expects, as far as clothing: garters, a corset, heels and a trench coat. As I wait for the maid to let me in, I clear my mind, getting psyched and prepped for what’s in store.
She shows me to the second floor and a set of large carved wooden doors. She taps three times before scurrying down the stairs and disappearing. Then I hear him.
“Come in.”
I push the heavy doors open and they swing in grand fashion, revealing an ornate room. A room I have been in before. A long leather couch lines the back wall, tufted and supple. The center of the room has been cleared of everything but a spanking horse: padded leather, four legs, cuffs at the base of each leg, and a long set of ropes that hang from riggings in the ceiling. He sits at his large antique desk watching me, his mouth slightly slack.
“Good evening, Mr. Bohm,” I utter softly, casting my gaze to the floor before his desk.
“Ms. Camps, so lovely to see you again, I was so glad when they said you were available. Now, remove that coat and let me see you.”
I uncinch the sash on my coat. “I thought your wife would be joining us?”
I pull the coat back revealing the tightly bound, blood-red satin corset, the lace garter belt that holds my silk stockings up, and my freshly waxed pussy. His eyes flare before he pushes back from his desk and I see her, head bobbing like a buoy on the waves, kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock like it contains a life force. His wife stops for a moment and looks at me with a sly grin before returning to her job. He summons me and I drop the coat where I stand and make haste to his side.
“Give me your lips, little one, I want to taste you.” I lean down and let him take my lips. Crushing himself into my mouth, a small moan escapes his throat as she speeds up on his cock, watching him kiss me. He bites my bottom lip and slaps my cheek ever so softly as he pushes back from his desk and looks down at his new wife. “Just as I like, my pet, good girl.”
“Jackie, I’d like you to show Lauren how I like my dick sucked.” Her eyes dart from him to me in confusion, in contempt, and finally in resignation. He nods at me and I grab the back of her hair, knotting it around my fist before I push her down on his cock. I pump her face over him and watch him fall back against his chair in ecstasy. Each time I push her face farther and farther down until she gags and gasps for air. I loosen my grip on her hair, but she furiously shakes her head no, wanting me to keep pushing her. I push her so far down on his cock that her nose is buried against his skin and he hums in delight. When I finally pull her back, she gasps and struggles for air, tears streaming down her face, but a gleeful triumphant grin across her wet face.
“Good girl,” he winks at me as he pulls his wife from her knees and into his lap. “Present yourself, Jackie.”
I immediately drop to my knees, head down, eyes lowered, knees spread wide so they can see my pussy, palms up resting on my thighs, and wait. I regulate my breathing to ensure I don’t make a sound.
“Do you like what you see, Lauren?”
“I do, Sir. Very much so.”
“Mmmm,” he hums, “I thought you might. Now, would you like to touch her?” I hear him shift in his chair and see her feet meet the cool wood floor.
“Yes, Sir, I would.”
“Go ahead, my dear, do what you like. Jackie is here for us to do with as we please.” The statement sends a cold shiver down my spine, but I know what to expect with Mr. Bohm. Others I’ve had the displeasure of being sent to, not so much. But here, at least, I know that I am safe.
She kneels down in front of me and reaches out, caressing the tops of my breasts, running her hands down the sides of my corset. She is gentle and timid, a stark difference from her husband. As her hands crest my hips, I hear her gasp and her breath quicken.
“I am going to touch your pussy,” she whispers, almost a question.
“Please,” I whisper and nod as her hand cups my sex.
“It’s so warm,” she mutters before moving her hand back and forth, petting the smooth skin around my cunt, making my body pulse and my mouth water. She slips a single finger beyond my folds and runs the length of my lips before barely pressing into my body. What a heavenly sensation. “Oh my.” Her breath is quick, her voice shaky. “Your pussy is so wet.” She slips a second finger into the slick heat of my pussy and starts to gently pump. “May I kiss her?” she questions.
“You may, my love. You may do whatever comes naturally.”
She cups my chin with her other hand and raises my face. Our eyes meet and she is flushed and excited and I imagine I appear the same. Her fingers in my pussy are driving me wild, her delicate nature and softness is so disarming and unexpected. She kisses me so softly it feels as if we have melted. Her soft lips against mine, her gentle tongue tangling with mine, to kiss a woman is wholly different from kissing a man, there is an understanding and built in familiarity there, so sensual and intimate in a completely different, life changing way.
“Mmm,” she hums and pulls away from me, looking into my eyes, seeking out my soul. “She tastes like vanilla and smoke, Sir. I like it.” We remain locked in each other’s eyes as he stands from his chair and cups her head in his massive hand. She nuzzles against his leg and he plays with her hair.
“I knew you would like it, my love. Now, come, Jackie, go to the horse.”
She rises and offers me her hand. Without raising my eyes, I take her hands and rise from my knees to follow them. He sets her on the couch as I slowly make my way to the spanking horse. I turn my back to her and lean over, laying my body across the cool, supple leather, my legs on either side, lined up with the cuffs. I let my arms fall to my side and wait.
“Good girl, Jackie. You see, Lauren, Jackie is such a good girl, she knows just what to do, and I know just what she likes, just how to reward her.”
He secures my wrists and ankles with the wide leather cuffs and returns to the couch. I can’t see them, but I can hear. Their lips working against each other, her gasps as he pushes her legs open, the sound of his fingers claiming her sex, her moans as he suckles at her breast. I wait and seep as they play together, knowing that I am on display for them, knowing that I am next and suddenly Tommy pops into my head. No! I shout at my subconscious, and push him out. This is me. This is about me. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, which is difficult with my chest pressed against this horse, but the cleansing breath works and my head is once again clear. Focused on what is to come, what I am here for.
As if on cue, he rises from the couch, leaving his wife breathless and writhing, making his way to a cabinet on the far wall. I hear him open the doors, and though I cannot see him, I know what is in that cabinet and I am made wet by the possibilities of what he will grab. I hear the wisp of the flogger as he swings it in his hand, but I also hear him remove more than one instrument.
“Tonight, Jackie,” he runs his powerful hand down my back as he speaks, soothing me, building that connection, “I would like to show my Lauren a few things. I would also like her to learn. Are you up for that, my pet?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, nervous and yet wanting at the same time.
“Very good,” he whispers in my ear before moving behind me. He runs his hand down my back, over the crack of my ass and settles his large fingers just at my slit. My pussy is open and ready for him, a delicate flower open to the spring rain, waiting for the nourishment of the sun. The first flick catches me unguarded, but I quickly focus and settle in as he twists his wrists and the tails of the flogger meet with my skin, gently at first, building rhythm, building intensity. He rolls his wrist and the flogger sweeps across my ass, first one side then the other. He picks up speed and force, and beats me into a deliciously numbing rhythm that my pulse and breathing synch with and my blood sings. It’s ecstasy, and it’s about to get better. Barely aware that he has stopped, I hear him shift and see Lauren’s feet between his at the end of the hor
se. She swings the flogger a few times, but I am barely aware, riding a climbing high. She runs her palms over my surely blooming cheeks, over and over, hypnotizing me, soothing my freshly flogged skin and then I hear it. The snap of the belt and I can’t hold back my glee. I hum and smile, letting out a deep satisfying preparatory breath. Warm lips kiss my red hot flesh before I hear them kiss each other. The sound of his palm ringing against her ass fills the room as she moans.
“Just five, my love,” I hear him whisper, “Save some for me.” He steps back and takes a seat on the couch. She takes a deep breath before swinging, cutting the air with the supple leather strap, meeting my skin with a marvelous bite.
“Count,” she says.
“One.” She swings again, the leather licking at the other side of my ass.
“Two.” Back and forth.
“Three,” my voice cracks ever so slightly as she swings again, the strap ringing across the entirety of my blissfully stinging flesh.
“Four.” The last swing is softer and I hear her drop it to the floor and she is immediately at my ear.
“Five.”
“Are you alright?” She asks, rubbing my back slowly, her warm sweet breath tickling my ears. I open my eyes and smile at her nodding in delight.
“Thank you.” I whisper as he picks up the strap. She pets my head before kissing my lips and returns to the couch to watch the master at work. And I brace myself.
“Five more, my pet, and then I will fuck that pretty pussy of yours while my beautiful wife watches.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The words barely escape my lips before his hands are on me, searching for the spot of first impact, inspecting the work of his wife.
“Mmmm, beautiful,” he whispers hoarsely before kissing my skin and standing. The pain is more evident now that I’ve warmed up, the sting harsher, lasting longer. The sound of the leather slicing the air, the split second before the strap hits my begging flesh is the most potent moment of anticipation. The pain increases with every slap until tears burn my eyes and I feel my body bow under the last strike, a monumental release of emotion, tension, grief, everything is gone.
CHAPTER THREE
I woke up feeling refreshed, renewed, and calm. Like a storm had passed and all that was left was sunshine and a clean slate, washed by the belt. As I roll out of bed and pass the full length mirror, I see the faint reminders of Mr. Bohm, and better yet, the marks of the Mrs. She surprised me last night, the sight of her between my legs, sucking on my clit with that glint in her eyes as he fucked her from behind. My pussy weeps at the memory. The way he grunted like a man possessed as he pushed into her, his eyes mad with lust, pressing her face into my slick sex over and over again; moaning into my swollen folds, coaxing every last drop of satisfaction from my already spent body. The belt marks will fade, sadly, but the memories are mine to file away with the rest.
The day passes quickly before a call from Mr. Clarke stops me in my tracks. Fresh from a run, his southern drawl drips like honey as he asks so politely for my address and informs me he will pick me up at eight p.m. sharp.
When the buzzer goes off at precisely eight o’clock, I am ready for Tommy and all his good ol’ boy charm. A swipe of red gloss across my lips and I grab my clutch and fly down the stairs. When I come into the lobby, I see him, standing on the stoop in a pale waistcoat and tie. I step out into the crisp summer air and he smiles.
“You look positively radiant this evening, Jackie.”
He takes my hand and kisses it, like something out of a movie. I have never met anyone like Tommy, so proper, so polite. I look him up and down and find him a shining example of casual perfection. Shirt sleeves rolled up his powerful forearms, trousers that sit just on his hips and hug his long powerful legs. He must be a sight to behold outside of his fancy suits.
“I do hope you will forgive my casual nature, but I came straight from the magazine.”
“You look amazing,” It falls out of my mouth before I can take it back, but he just grins and nods.
“You sure know how to make a man blush. Come, I am famished.” He places his big hand at the base of my spine and guides me into the back of his car.
“I’ve made us reservations for dinner, I hope that is ok. But I was hoping that perhaps you could show me around afterwards? Maybe for a nightcap, I’m sure you know the city better than I do.”
“Is this your first time in New York?”
“Oh no, not by a long shot. But I’d like to see your New York. Where does Jackie like to go, what makes Jackie happy? This city can be such a personal thing, don’t you agree?”
And I do, more than he could know. I have made myself a little world here, right in the middle of Manhattan. My favorite little spots, my favorite people, it’s all right here, if you know where to find it, and I do. I smile at him and he crinkles his eyes, goodness that smile could stop a bull dead in his tracks.
We share tapas and a spicy Spanish wine at Boqueria before I take him to my local favorite spot: a small hidden gem in my neighborhood, tucked behind a pizza parlor that specializes in old cocktails and craft beers. He has a beer while I sip on a Manhattan, our knees touching, eyes alight like a couple of teenagers. There is an undeniable chemistry between us. Every brush of his hand is like fire across my skin, his smile warms my center. He rests his hand on my knee and I swear I'll burst into flames when he leans in and places the most electric kiss at the corner of my mouth. I turn towards him and catch his mouth just as he pulls away and kiss him. Kiss him like I haven’t kissed a man in ages, with all of my heart and all of my lust. I pour myself into him and we meld, our lips perfectly tangled, our bodies calling out for one another. I settle back onto my stool and run my fingers across my freshly kissed lips, locking away his taste. He just smiles and winks before finishing his beer. I follow his lead and take the last sweet sip of my drink and he closes out the tab.
“I had such a lovely evening, Jackie, thank you for bringing me here.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” I return, more than a little confused and let down. I thought that kiss would surely lead somewhere, but it seems I was wrong.
“I think I should take you home now.” He says, standing from his stool, offering me his hand. We walk the two blocks back to my apartment and he holds my hand, every once in a while giving me a little squeeze and a smile. When we get to my building I turn to him, wanting to invite him up, but I can already see the answer in his eyes. He kisses me delicately on the corner of my mouth before kissing the back of my hand.
“I have a conference call early in the morning and then I’d like to take you to brunch.”
“I’d like that,” a breathy response laced with hope and a little disappointment.
“Well then,” he pulls me in for a hug and another delicately tame kiss. “Until tomorrow, Jackie,” he winks, then gently nudges me up the steps of my stoop and watches me go in before he turns and walks away.
The next morning I wake from a restless sleep exhilarated and anxious. I buzz him into the building and unlatch my door for him before I finish dressing. The heat and humidity has been sweltering so I pull on a loose skirt and a tank top. I find him in the kitchen, leaning casually against my counter, as if he belongs there, like he has been a fixture in my home all along. His eyes twinkle and that deep dimple makes an appearance as he takes me in.
“You look positively radiant this morning, Jackie. Good enough to eat,” he says, looking me straight in the eye, his fixed gaze never faltering. The breath hitches in my chest as he scans my body slowly as if making a battle plan, where to strike first, where to surprise. A bolt of lightning strikes at my core watching him, feeling like a meal, wanting to be devoured.
“Suddenly I’m not very hungry,” I barely whisper as he makes his way across the kitchen in two effortless strides, his long legs carrying him to me with purpose.
“Suddenly I’m starving,” he growls before taking me like a storm. He wraps his hand behind my head and grips my hip, pulling me to
him, crushing me against him, grinding his heat through the fine fabric of my barely-there skirt. I let out a deep sigh before he takes my mouth with the force of a hurricane, tongues twisted, and lips bitten. It’s a fucking inferno, desperation seeping from both of us, mixing into an unstoppable cocktail of sexual tension. He grips my thighs and lifts me to the counter like a child, pushing his way into my space, parting my legs with his large body, making my core his playground. I wrap my feet around him and pull him closer all the while tugging those cherubic blonde locks, needing to be closer. I grip his shoulders as he bites into my neck, his teeth ringing deep in my belly. Running his tongue from the base of my throat to my ear, he takes me over the edge with a hoarse whisper…
“I can’t control myself any longer. I want all of you, Jackie. Right here, right now.”
“Take it,” I reply. “Take it all. Do it now.”
He backs away from me, pushing my skirt up over my thighs slowly, revealing my wet panties. He hooks his thumbs in the sides and orders me to lift my hips. As I lift myself from the counter, he slides them slowly down my legs, running his fingers along my skin like a firebrand, stopping at my feet. He kneels down and cradles my foot in his massive hands, bringing it to his lips as he watches my every move. One delicate kiss he places on each toe before moving to the other foot. As he stands, he puts my wet panties to his nose and takes a deep draught of the heady scent he coaxed and grins.
“You make me feel ….less than gentlemanly, little girl.”
He tosses the panties aside and pushes in between my legs. I grab at his belt and tug it open, ripping it from his trousers, popping his button and pushing his pants toward the cool tile floor. He grabs my face and kisses me with a ferocity that I’ve been missing. Not urgent, but desperate. Desperate for more, to take as much as he can, and good Lord at this very moment I want to give him all I have and more. He grips my ass and slides me to the edge of the counter while freeing his gorgeous cock. It springs free; long and straight, alive with lust and just begging for my mouth. I’m sure my eyes widen like a child at Christmas. But before I can do a thing, he plunges into my deep, wet pussy and goes to work, splitting me in half in the most delicious way, stroking my flaming walls, back and forth, his hips powering into me, his mouth hypnotizing me.
