He moans as I work away with my hands and tongue. Both of his hands are now in my hair, and his fingers tighten over my scalp as he responds to the delicious feelings I’m giving him. I run a finger behind his balls, then slide my open mouth from the root of his cock slowly up its thickness. He throbs under my wet lips and the darting movements of my tongue as I approach the top of his manhood. I play around the top of his shaft with my tongue, rubbing at the skin around its head and tickling softly down it with my fingernails until I can feel that he’s impatient for more.
‘Suck me,’ he says roughly. ‘Put me in your mouth. All of me.’
I am only too eager to obey. I’m hungry for him now and I want to engulf him fully in the soft warm wetness of my mouth, even though I know it will be difficult. I lean forward on my knees and bring my head into a position that means I can take him deep inside. I close my eyes and let him slide into my mouth, welcoming him with the lapping movements of my tongue. He’s huge and I’m not sure if I can accommodate him entirely, but he pushes in and I concentrate on relaxing so that he can reach as far as he likes. Just when I think that I can’t take him another millimetre, he pulls back so that his tip grazes against my teeth, giving me a second to recover, before he pushes forward again, his hands hard on the back of my head.
‘I’m fucking your mouth,’ he says in a low voice. ‘I want to fuck you like this till I come, do you understand?’
I nod as I go on letting him slide in and out of my mouth, following his retreat with my darting tongue and then welcoming him back with my open throat. He starts to fuck me a little harder. Now I begin to move my head back and forth just a little, so that when he pushes in, I’m pulling back just enough to stop him ramming down my throat altogether, but not so that it interferes with his pleasure or the sensation he has that he’s getting his entire cock into me.
‘Stop,’ he commands suddenly, and I let his shaft slide from my mouth, releasing him. His cock stands before me, glossy with my saliva. I’m hungry at the sight of it, my appetite growing. But if Dominic has decided not to come quite yet, then I’m sure he has something interesting planned for me. ‘I’d like to see you play with yourself for me. But,’ he warns, ‘don’t come.’
Oh boy. That’s going to be hard. I’m hot now, aroused and ready to do whatever he wants. I’ve never felt like this before. When I was last in the boudoir, I had boundaries to deal with, as well as my own fear and trepidation of what might happen to me. But now I’ve learned that my body has limits far beyond what I suspected. I know that pleasure comes from abandonment, not from repression or playing it safe. Out of the bedroom, I may not want to be a slave or a possession, but in it I know I can find delicious satisfaction from being dominated by my masterful, my voluptuous, licentious, demanding lover. My body is his to use, because I know he’ll use it to bring me to a state of ecstasy as well as for his own pleasure.
I want to obey his orders. I roll on to my back and drop my fingers between my legs. I’m soaking wet with juices.
‘Not like that. I can’t see. Kneel up and hold yourself so that I can watch.’
I do as he says, turning to face him on my knees, raising myself up so that my crotch is almost level with his face as he reclines on the pillows. One of his hands rests lazily on his erection as he gazes with dark, lustful eyes at my mound.
‘Go on,’ he says. ‘Do it.’
I run my forefinger slowly down my stomach to my patch of downy hair, then let it tickle gently around my lips and the clitoris I can feel emerging stiffly from the top of my slit. Dominic licks his lips swiftly and I can tell that he is imagining what it would be like to lean over and suck on it, pulling it into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. The thought makes me even wetter and my clitoris twitches for attention. With his burning gaze on me, I put my middle finger on the very sweetest place and give a rapid stroke that makes my thighs shudder as the electric sensations shoot out. Once I would have found this impossible to do in front of someone. Now I’m worried that I’ll come too soon. But I have to obey, so I circle my bud with my finger and then begin to tease it, moaning softly as my body obeys and ripples sweet electricity outwards. Almost without being aware of it, I cup my breast with the other hand, pinching and rubbing the nipple which increases my excitement even more.
Dominic is watching intently, his hand still on his erection, though he isn’t moving it. ‘Push your fingers inside,’ he orders.
I run my fingertips down into my wet groove and then push them up into the slippery warmth within. I can feel my fingers inside, and I start to rise and fall on them, fucking myself with them. Dominic pulls in a deep breath and his hand twitches over his length. I know that I’m tantalising him almost to his limits.
‘Good,’ he says, his voice low and thick with lust. ‘Very good. I like that. I want to fuck you before you give yourself the orgasm you want. But first...’
He gets off the bed and goes to the cabinet. I watch, taking my fingers back to my engorged clitoris, as he opens the cupboard and removes a length of rope. He brings it over to the bed and says, ‘Get off and put your arms together above your head.’
I do as he says, pressing my hands together. He takes the rope and lashes it quickly from just up above my elbows up to my wrists, leaving a long end by my hands. ‘Get on the bed with your back to the railings. Kneel with your legs apart.’
I obey again. He pulls the rope back and tethers it to the bedrail, forcing me to lean backwards. Now my arms are held tightly to the rail, while my thighs are stretched and my body is open and exposed, my sex pouting forward. I realise quickly that if I try to lean forwards, my arms begin to hurt, but if I relieve the pain in my arms by leaning back, my thighs immediately protest. There’s only one position somewhere between the two where I find relief, so I settle there as best I can while Dominic gets on the bed and watches me for a while, evidently enjoying my writhings and twistings to get comfortable.
‘I want to lick all the honey from you,’ he says in a dark voice. ‘But keep your pleasure back for later – understand?’
I nod, running my tongue over my lips.
‘Close your eyes. Don’t open them.’
I shut them, and all at once it’s as if everything is concentrated in my sex. All I know is that at some moment soon, I’ll be gifted with the delightful touch of my master’s tongue and I want it so much I’m almost whimpering with it. As I wait, I shift to relieve the tension in first my arms and then my legs. This is unbearable.
I want to open my eyes but I fear that if I do, Dominic will punish me further by tying me tighter or holding back even longer from licking me, and I crave that tongue in me, it’s the only thing that can answer the need that’s burning there.
I wait and then, at last, I feel his breath ripple over my hair, tickling it delightfully, the rapture of it making me jerk and twist in my bonds. I open my thighs wider to tempt him in, but it’s long moments before I feel another tantalising breath shiver over my mound. I let out a noise like a squeak and say, ‘Dominic, please...’
A light slap on my bottom is the only answer I get. I squeeze my eyes shut, fearful I will forget and open them in my breathless anticipation.
I try to be patient. Be humble and submissive and your master will give you what you want. But as I wait for what seems like hours, I can hardly control my need, which is intensified by the way I have to keep moving to relieve the pressure in my limbs from the tension of the rope. If I could be still, I could be patient, but my moving keeps my sex hot and ready.
Then I feel the lightest touch, the very tip of his tongue on the apex of my bud, then pressing down a little harder and I let out a long ‘Ahh’ of fervent pleasure and gladness that my wait is over. The tongue probes at me for a moment, finding its way to the hard little seed at the centre of my clitoris and gives it a devilish flutter, before leaving my bud and sliding downwards, lapping slowly all the way as if feasting on my nectar. When he reaches my entrance, he lets his tongue play tickl
ishly there, sucking and biting gently at my lips before pushing his tongue hard inside and probing me with it. I twist back and forth under the racking sensations that come not just from the delightful activities of Dominic’s tongue but also from the tension of my bonds and the lines of pain that flare out along my arms and thighs when I forget myself and relax. It’s no pressure to keep my eyes shut now though, as I welcome the darkness that lets me focus everything on the feelings that Dominic’s slippery velvet tongue is creating inside me.
Then, suddenly, his tongue is gone and his fingers are thrusting hard into my longing depths, while he is sucking my clitoris into his mouth, his teeth grazing it as he pulls at it long and hard as if it’s delivering ambrosia to him. It begins to throb and vibrate with the pressure, and I can feel my hips jerking in time to the fucking of his fingers deep within me. I’m getting so close, and the effect of the rope and the strain in my muscles is making me long for the release even more.
‘Let me come,’ I beg. ‘I’ve got to!’
‘Come?’ His voice is masterful and almost taunting. ‘You’re just another of those greedy girls who wants to be tickled, aren’t you? Tickled till you spend your juices all over the place. Not yet. You’re going to be fucked first.’
I draw in a shuddering breath. I don’t know how much more I can take of the pain in my muscles or the erotic torment. I keep my eyes shut tight, hoping I’ll be able to endure a little more before I beg for release – in both senses. Now he’s between my thighs, his body huge, strong and hot, nudging my legs even further apart. He’s leaning over my stretched-out torso and I guess that he’s seizing the bedrail on either side of my bound hands. His rock-hard erection is pressed against me, his balls tickling my out-thrust sex. Taking my left earlobe in his mouth, he pulls it into his mouth and bites it just enough to nip me, then whispers, ‘Don’t give in to it. The best is yet to come.’
His penis is now pushing at my entrance but he doesn’t intend to help it enter. His hands are firmly gripping the rail and my own are bound. He is tormenting me just a little further as his tip noses for my hole, sliding in my juices and unable to get in me.
‘Please,’ I beg, ‘please.’ I’m moving my hips to help guide him inside me but he’s always slipping away, until I’m on the brink of screaming with need and frustration. Then he hits the sweet spot and my muscles open easily to admit him. I sigh as he fills me up, taking his shaft into the very hilt, his root rubbing against my mound. I have a burst of renewed vigour, my blood reheats and I begin thrusting up to meet his deep pushes. Now my bounds provide a kind of resistance that allows me to lift myself higher and let him in even further, and his pubic bone grinds against my clitoris, strumming it into a frenzy. He fucks on, gripping the bedrail for support, letting me rise up on my straining muscles to meet him. I start to cry out with every thrust, and I can feel my climax approaching at last.
‘May I come?’ I say in a broken pant.
‘What?’
‘May I come... please?’
‘What?’
I scream it now. ‘May I come, please, sir!’
‘Open your eyes.’
I obey. He’s staring down at me, taking in my helpless state, my excitement, the arousal that’s making my eyes unfocused and desperate.
He leans forward and kisses me, pushing his tongue as deep in my mouth as his cock is reaching inside. Then he pulls away and says, ‘Come for me. Do it for me now.’
As if in perfect obedience, my climax erupts like a molten, golden volcano, engulfing in hot, almost excruciating pleasure. All the pain I’ve felt in my limbs vanishes, transformed into the most intense delight that makes me shudder all over. As the sensations leave me, I feel Dominic gathering pace, seizing me under the bottom with one hand so that he can force me further onto his shaft, before he pours out a boiling orgasm within me.
I fall limp and now I feel the full effect of the rope. My muscles are strained and hurting. Now that the pleasure is over, they ache, and I moan softly.
‘I’d better let you down,’ Dominic says with a smile. His expression is replete with satisfaction.
‘Yes please,’ I say, and as he releases me, I fall to the bed in blissful relief.
He lies down beside me and wraps me in his arms. Nuzzling into my neck, he kisses me gently. ‘That was wonderful,’ he says.
‘Yes,’ I whisper back, hugging back. ‘Worth waiting for.’ I luxuriate for a moment in the closeness of our bodies and the afterglow of our climax. Then I say, ‘You haven’t used ropes on me quite like that before.’
‘Haven’t I?’
‘No.’
‘Oh. Didn’t you like it?’
‘I did. It’s weird how being restrained like that can intensify everything I’m feeling.’
‘That’s the idea. And I got the impression it was remarkably effective if your wailing had anything to do with it.’
I nudge him swiftly. ‘I did not wail! I... I... emoted.’
‘You emoted from here to Timbuktu,’ he replies and laughs.
‘You still want to control me, don’t you? I mean, you still want to be the dominant partner in our lovemaking?’
He runs a hand along my arm as if savouring the soft touch of my skin. ‘I suppose so. I don’t know if I’ll ever change, Beth. Can you bear it if I don’t?’
‘Oh yes,’ I reply quickly, ‘I can bear it, that’s fine. I just wondered... how we’ll explore that, I suppose.’
His voice becomes serious. ‘You don’t have to worry, Beth. I’ve done a lot of thinking while we were apart and I know one thing – I’m not going to use any of those other things on you again. Not whips, or paddles, or floggers. I can’t bring myself to do it ever again.’ He drops a kiss on my shoulder. ‘I know you’ll be glad to hear it.’
‘Yes... yes, of course,’ I say. ‘I want what makes you happy, you know that.’
‘Thank you, my darling, that means so much to me – everything, in fact. After what happened before, I can never risk it again. Like I said, we have limits now. And that’s one.’
I know that the effects of what Dominic did to me with that whip almost drove us apart for ever. I know it sent Dominic into a tailspin when he realised what he’d done. And yet...
I should be pleased that he doesn’t intend to whip or flog me ever again. But I thought that I was the one who set the limits.
As we drift in a comfortable doze, I wonder why on earth I feel so uneasy.
Chapter Thirteen
When I arrive at Albany the next morning, the bodyguard lets me in with a totally blank expression, as if the sound of loud screaming isn’t echoing through the flat. As he’s never said a word to me in the past, I suppose there’s no reason why he would start now, but even so, it’s rather odd that we both pretend we can’t hear the feminine shriek, and then ‘Andrei! Oh, Andrei!’ delivered in a rich Russian accent.
I feel quite light-hearted as I listen to it, as though all is right with the world now that I’m sure that it was Dominic, not Andrei, in the passage that night. And Andrei is obviously very taken with his Russian princess or whatever Anna is – and that’s as it should be. They are very much welcome to one another as far as I’m concerned – I’m just relieved that my conscience is clear. As for whether or not he went so far as to spike my drink... well, I’d rather not think about that right now. Not while I still have this job to complete. At the moment, I’m prepared to get it finished and then get out.
I walk along behind the guard as though I’m also oblivious to the shrill stream of Russian that’s now pouring out from within Andrei’s bedroom despite the thick wooden doors.
It doesn’t take a genius to work out what’s going on in there.
Yeah, an inner voice shoots back at me. Battleships.
I go into the office and Edward is there, an iPod plugged into his ears, rocking away gently as his fingers pitter-patter over the keyboard of his computer. When he sees me putting my bag on the chair opposite him, he suddenly yells very
loudly:
‘Pleurisy!’
I jump, shocked at the unexpected volume. ‘What?’
‘Sorry,’ he says at a more normal level, as he tugs the headphone out of his ears. ‘I’m listening to something cheerful and uplifting in keeping with the general atmosphere – Mozart’s Requiem. And what I said was pleurisy. That’s what Marcia’s mother has. It’s a lung problem. But she’s getting better apparently and Marcia will be back on Monday. So...’ Edward turns his eyes heavenward and cocks his head back towards the door ‘... no more of that racket for me, thank goodness. They’ve been at it since I got here.’ He makes a face at me. ‘That girl’s got a set of lungs on her. Definitely no pleurisy there.’
Marcia’s back on Monday. It’s Friday. The weekend is coming. I’ve lost track of time with the party in the middle of the week. And I’ve made such good headway on the collection that I’m ready to start considering how to hang it. That means I might get this whole job over with quicker than I thought. The image of the reading girl comes back to me, floating in front of my mind in her purity and serenity. I must ask Mark about her. Perhaps I’ll go and see him today.
‘Doesn’t it bother you?’ asks Edward, and I look at him blankly. ‘Mrs Banshee in there, wailing away like she’s practising for the annual convention!’
‘Um... no.’ I’m not getting into a discussion about Andrei and Anna with this guy.
‘Oh well,’ Edwards says, picking up his earphones and inserting them back into place. ‘Back to the riotous knees-up that is the Requiem. And let’s hope those two have reached the end of their own Gloria by the time I’ve finished.’
I leave Edward to his Mozart and concentrate on accessing my email, so that I can send a message to Mark asking if I can drop by to talk to him. He pings back an email almost at once saying I’m welcome any time, he’s at home, why not come for lunch; in fact, he was going to ask me to come round soon if I wasn’t being kept too busy by Andrei.
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