by Silke Ming
“Are you sure you want to see what’s in there?”
“I do.”
“Since you insist, I will show it to you.”
He removed the still-life painting, placed it against the wall, then walked over to the window and pushed a button. She heard a click and knew that the door was open. She looked in from where she was standing, but couldn’t see too much.
“Come,” he said, reaching out to hold her hand.
Hanging from the ceiling she saw different lengths and sizes of whips, eight of them to be precise! Next to them were masks which resembled wrestlers’ masks, to cover the head leaving only openings for the eyes, nose, and mouth. On the back wall of the room, there was a contraption with straps for the hands and the feet, and on a table she saw a long box with white gloves. A cold shiver surged through her body. She recalled seeing Seamus’s hands wrapped in similar gloves, and a feeling of claustrophobia came over her. He watched her as she looked around the room. She turned to look at him, and he looked away.
“Did you ever use this?” she asked, looking at the contraption with the straps.
“It has never been used. It was not his thing.”
“And what’s this?” she asked, pointing to a standing pole with a hook.
“That was his hitching post. He would stay there tied up sometimes for more than an hour. He wanted to be treated like an animal.”
She raised her hand to stop him. She didn’t want too much more information about this very strange man who had no idea about the normalcy of life. She left the room and paused to look at some of the paintings, which were close to the door.
“I’ve decided the put the three ‘Curious’ paintings in the exhibition. Do you mind?”
“No. I think you’re doing the right thing. Are you selling them together or separately?”
“I would like to sell them together, but I will have to find a buyer who wants all three of them.”
She was no longer listening. She was staring into the secret room. What was she thinking?
“Summer?” he said softly.
“Sorry, did you say something?”
“What were you thinking?”
“What are you going to do with all that stuff in there?”
“I’m going to remove it all because I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Almost six. Let’s go down and have dinner.”
Evening shadows had fallen and the sun had already set. Seamus went around the ground floor, pulling the blinds down. He turned a light on and sat down in the corner of the couch.
“Why don’t you open the wine?” she asked.
“Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,” he replied.
He opened the wine and sniffed the cork, then poured a little and tasted it. He was pleased with Summer’s choice. He poured her a glass, topped his up, and placed both glasses on the table. He then put a CD into the player. Tonight he played Italian love songs. They fit well with his mood, for he seemed unusually calm.
“It’s dark in here. Why did you close the blinds?” she asked.
“I always do that when the weather changes. It’s dark out there, and I feel more comfortable, although I know that the glass is not transparent. Great choice,” he said, handing her a glass of wine.
They sat down to dinner, and he reached over and held her hand.
“Thank you for forgiving me,” he said as their eyes met. “My life has been absolute hell for the last couple of weeks.”
“I’m happy it’s over. I don’t ever want to go through that again.”
“You’re right. I am so in love with you, Summer. I never thought I could love anyone so much.”
“I love you, too, Seamus.”
“I would like nothing better right now than to eat this lovely meal off your body.”
“You have been hanging around strange people for way too long,” she said.
“Don’t bring that up, Summer,” he said. “This has to do with you and me and our love for each other. What we have between us is sacred. There is nothing dirty or unholy about what we do in private when we are together.”
“I love you,” she said, getting up and kissing him on the top of his head.
She moved to the couch and sat down.
“May I join you?” he asked, sitting next to her.
“The bottle’s empty,” she said, lifting it.
He brought a new bottle to the sofa and opened it.
“You’re already tipsy,” he said. “I can tell.”
“So are you going to take advantage of me, Seamus?”
“There’s nothing I would like more than to take advantage of you,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “Do you know how many nights I stood outside your door wanting to enter? I wanted you so badly, but I always lost my courage and returned to my lonely bed.”
“And what did you do when you returned there?”
“Sometimes I went to sleep and other times, I went to the studio and painted. What did you do?” he asked, sucking her nipple through her blouse.
“Seamus, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to turn you on, Summer. Don’t you realize that’s what I’m doing?” he asked, placing her hand on the fly of his trousers.
“We haven’t had dessert,” she said.
“All right, let’s have dessert then.”
They were interrupted when the telephone rang. The buyer of the Volkswagen Beetle was on the line.
“I’ll ask the owner,” Seamus said. “If you’re still selling the car, he would like to come around tomorrow morning to see it.”
“Sure.”
“And is it still one thousand dollars?”
She nodded.
“We’ll see you tomorrow morning around ten,” he said, turning off the phone. “Now there won’t be any more interruptions!”
She looked at him and started to giggle.
“You’re drunk. I love it. What should I do to you now?”
“What would you like to do?” she asked, still giggling.
“I want to own you. I want to love you. I want to possess you. I want to dominate you.”
“How are you going to do all that?”
“I can start here,” he said, moving his hand down the top of her slacks.
He suddenly stopped, and she stared at him.
“What?” she asked.
“You are wearing underwear,” he said, unbuttoning the top of her slacks and pulling them over her hips.
“So what are you going to do to me now?” she asked breathlessly.
“You’ll find out in a minute. What do you call this?” he asked, pulling at her underwear.
“A thong.”
“Not much to it,” he said, settling between her legs and licking her through her underwear.
Her body was suddenly on fire. The pleasure was intoxicating.
“Oh God,” she shouted.
He pulled her panties to the side and his tongue darted over her moist sex, exploring all the folds between her legs. Just when she thought he would bring her to the end of the precipice, he stopped.
“Why did you stop?”
“I want to prolong it. Let’s get a bit more comfortable.”
They climbed the stairs, and she started to remove her underwear.
“No,” he said. “Let me do that.”
He pushed her legs apart and continued to explore her body through her underwear with his tongue. It was the most erotic feeling she had ever had. He was not directly touching her, which made the experience even more sensual. He then pulled her underwear to her hips, pulled her lower lips apart, and lapped between them.
“I can’t take much more,” she said, gasping.
“Yes you can. I’ll show you how much more you can take,” he said, looking up at her.
Her underwear gone, he licked her opening.
“Oh God! Help me,” she cried out.
He slowly removed her blouse, sucking h
er tight nipples as he went. Then he, too, undressed, his erection with its bulging veins moving of its own free will. He moved between her legs and worked his way up her body, his erection leading the way. It was soon between her full breasts. He moved his cock up and down between them, finally bringing it to rest before her lips.
“Put it in my mouth,” she said.
The sensation was heavenly. It reminded her of the Popsicle she licked during the summertime when it was hot and humid, except this was warm. She sucked, licked the crown, and inserted it deeply into her mouth. Over and over again she teased him.
“Just a little more,” he begged, moving deeper into her mouth.
She gagged and started to cough.
“Too big?” he asked with a flirtatious grin.
She took it once again between her lips and moved his hips to unheard music, and then he slowly pulled it out.
“Stand and let me look at you,” he said.
She stood and waited. He ran his hands over her face and shoved two fingers between her lips. She sucked hard on them. He cupped her breasts and circled her nipples with his tongue then moved to her navel where he continued the manipulation with his tongue. His hands found the sweetness between her legs, and she moved to unheard music. He spun her around, grabbed her buttocks, and explored the full length of her crack. She gasped. Round and around, his finger circled her tight anus until she was hot and sizzling.
“Let’s go up to the studio,” he said.
“What are we going to do up there?” she asked, following him into the secret room.
“Don’t touch me with any of those things,” she said.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said, leading her over to the contraption with the straps for the hands and legs. “I’ve never used this.”
She stared at him.
“I want to dominate you,” he said.
“You won’t hurt me,” she said, asking a question more than making a statement.
He pulled her legs apart and strapped one of them in and did the same with the other leg. He raised one arm and hooked it in the clasp, and then did the same with the other arm.
“You can’t believe how beautiful you look. Are you comfortable?”
She nodded.
“You wanted to know what I was going to do to you,” he said, standing face-to-face with her.
She nodded again.
“This is what I’m going to do.”
He got to his knees and started to lick her blood-red toenails, moving from one toe to the other until he had kissed all ten of them. His tongue wrapped itself around one ankle, and moved slowly to the next. Her body stiffened, and passion flowed through every nerve. He delicately touched her legs with his fingertips, working his way upward, lingering behind her knees and then on her inner thighs. He slowly moved the back of his hands along the insides of her thighs, teasing her and then slowly moving away, all the while staring into her face. Her eyes closed, she writhed and mumbled unintelligible words. She expected the next stop to be her clit, but he bypassed it and moved to her navel. He ran his tongue in and out of it, flicking it back and forth. A wet path went from her navel to her full breasts. He flicked his tongue from one nipple to the next. She squirmed and tried to move, but couldn’t because of her restraints.
“So big,” he said, filling his mouth with one breast and then the other.
She could feel the fire burn between her legs, a fire which he was in no hurry to extinguish. He ran the back of his hands under her arms and she moaned.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
There were no words. It was just mindless ecstasy.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she called out, as the flames of ecstasy surged through her body.
“Tell me what you want, Summer. Come on, tell me.”
“I want you to feel your cock inside me,” she whispered.
“Not yet,” he said, looking into her eyes and rubbing his erection against her leg. “It is much too soon. We have lots more to do before you get it.”
“I need you so much,” she said, in a low voice.
“What else would you like me to do to you?”
“I want you to play with me.”
“But I am playing with you,” he said, inserting two fingers between her lips. “Suck!” he commanded.
Her lips circled his fingers and she sucked hard on them.
“Harder!” he said as her cheeks formed a hollow, sucking as hard as she could. He pulled out his fingers and stepped back. He stared at her.
“Oh God, Summer! I am really going to give this to you,” he said.
He moved his fingers featherlike between her legs. She gasped and her body grew stiffer than his erection, as he continued his exploration with two fingers, moving them back and forth, running them over her pulsing sex.
“You really want this, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg, Summer. I want to hear you beg for it,” he said in a husky voice.
His fingers were now forming circles inside her, and her body moved accordingly.
“Please, Seamus. I can’t take any more.”
“Yes you can. I know you want this,” he said, shoving his prick between her legs
“I do. I do, Seamus,” she begged. “I can’t take any more.”
“Can’t you?” he asked, kneading her breasts.
Their tongues tangled like two snakes in the grass. Touching! Feeling! Sucking! He knelt down and unfastened the restraints that shackled her legs and, reaching up, he freed her arms.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
He ran the leg straps along a track on the floor and the hand straps on another track that met above her head. She was now transported to the middle of the room, still restrained. He circled her, touching her, feeling her, and whispering beautiful words in her ears.
“I know you want me, Summer, but you’ll have to work for it.”
“My arms are tired,” she said.
“But aren’t you enjoying it?”
“Yes,” she muttered.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, disappearing through the two sets of doors.
He returned with a jar and one of his paintbrushes.
“I couldn’t find the honey,” he said, unscrewing a jar of jam.
He dipped the brush in the jam and started to paint her nipples. She writhed and her eyes were pinned on him. She felt the bristles in her navel and her body squirmed. He moved behind her and painted her cheeks, then back to the front and tip of the brush moved against her clit. The bristles were tickling her in all the right places. She closed her eyes and moaned, only jumping when the cold jam touched the delicate parts of her body
“Open your mouth,” he said, running his tongue over lips.
He dipped the brush into the jam and painted her tongue.
“Lovely! Kiss me,” he said.
She stuck her tongue out, and he drew it inside his mouth, sucking the jam from it and licking it from her lips and around her mouth. He stepped back and admired her body.
“I could stare at your naked body all day long,” he said. “You are more beautiful than Venus de Milo.”
He ran his finger up and down her crack and worked it into her tight anus, while holding his arousal in his left hand.
She gasped and cried out loudly. He had never done that to her before.
“You’re all mine,” he said, as he licked her face. “I love strawberry jam.”
He moved down to her neck and her breasts. One by one he licked her breasts and then her abdomen. He moved behind her, knelt on the floor, and pulled her cheeks apart. He continued to lick her until there was no trace of jam left. All her senses were on high alert. She was wet and could feel the throbbing sensation between her legs. His tongue moved to her clit, and he continued to lick her.
“Wider,” he said, pushing her legs apart.
His mouth covered her clit, and she groaned loudly.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he said, pu
shing two fingers in and out of her.
She seemed lost, unaware of her surroundings.
“I really want you to fuck me, Seamus.”
“Arch your back,” he said, moving behind her.
He opened her cheeks and impaled her on his bulbous head, filling her. A loud sigh escaped her lips. In and out, back and forth, he teased and tantalized her.
“Do you feel good?” he asked as he slammed himself into her.
“Yes, Seamus, yes.”
He withdrew his cock and rubbed the crown up and down between her thighs.
“Oh,” she called out. “Oh, Seamus!”
“Do you want to come now?” he asked, gyrating faster than before.
“Seamus, I love you. I love you,” she whispered loudly.
“I love you, too,” he said, as he exceeded the limits of his control.
“I’m coming,” she said as her body vibrated, quivered, and hung helplessly by the restraining ties.
He continued to thrust himself into her. Faster and faster!
“Ahhhhhhh!” he shouted out as his sweet juices spurted out, filling her body.
He held her tightly and tenderly kissed her, then freed her from the bonds which constrained her, and they collapsed on the floor.
“That was beautiful,” he said, kissing her over her naked body. “I want to finish this by sucking your wet pussy.”
He opened her legs and stared lasciviously into her private parts.
“I can’t get enough of this,” he said as he lowered his head onto her swollen clit.
She raised her knees and opened her legs, giving him full access to her wetness. She was so aroused and rightly so, for his lips and tongue showed her no mercy. She moaned loudly, her body lifted, and she came, his tongue still lapping greedily at her wet sex.
They both lay spooning and totally exhausted on the floor. After some time, they stirred.
“Let’s go to bed,” she said. “I’m tired.”
He picked her up in his arms, took her down the stairs, and placed her on the bed, where he snuggled close to her and they slept.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When she awoke the following morning, her Volkswagen Beetle was gone and there were ten new one-hundred-dollar notes on the dresser in an envelope. She heard voices, those of Millie and Seamus. The voices were coming from the studio. Why had he taken Millie upstairs? What would she think of him? What would Millie think of her? She climbed the stairs and found the lady sitting on a chair and Seamus before his easel with a palette and paintbrushes in his hand. She gazed at the scene in front of her. The door to the secret room was open.
