Dramatic Affairs

by Fredrica Alleyn

  ‘I don’t think I will be,’ Rebecca said. ‘You didn’t behave very well tonight.’

  Christopher looked suitably chastened, and Rebecca’s pulse began to quicken. This was going to be an exciting evening. ‘What did I do wrong?’ he asked.

  ‘You spent far too much time talking to the other girls and ignoring me,’ Rebecca said angrily. ‘I think you’re going to have to be punished.’

  Turning on her heel she walked swiftly up the stairs, well aware of the provocative sight that she would be presenting from where Christopher was standing in the hallway. Walking into the bedroom she began peeling off her long gloves and, as she did so, Christopher joined her in the room.

  ‘You’re right,’ he said in a little-boy voice. ‘I did behave badly, and I think you should punish me.’

  ‘Right then,’ said Rebecca. ‘Take your clothes off and hang them up tidily.’ Christopher obeyed with alacrity. Within a couple of minutes he was entirely naked, standing in front of her with his erection already fully formed. Apart from removing her gloves Rebecca was still fully clothed. She glanced down at the glistening purple glans and her upper lip curled scornfully.

  ‘I don’t think we want to see that, thank you,’ she remarked.

  Christopher hastily covered himself with both hands. Rebecca stepped forward and slapped his hands away.

  ‘I didn’t mean for you to hide it. I meant I wanted it to go away,’ she said coldly. ‘I shall have to see what I can do about it, won’t I?’

  ‘I’m very sorry,’ murmured Christopher, brushing his hair back off his forehead in an awkward gesture.

  ‘You certainly will be,’ promised Rebecca. At her words, Christopher’s excitement grew even more visible and Rebecca had to turn away to hide her satisfaction. ‘Lie face down on the bed,’ she ordered him. Without a protest Christopher did as she asked. ‘Now spread yourself out in the shape of an X,’ continued Rebecca and, once Christopher’s wrists and arms were in the right position, she fastened them to the four corners of the bedposts with long silk scarves.

  Christopher turned his head and looked up at her. ‘What are you going to do?’ he asked, sounding rather too eager for Rebecca’s liking. Leaning over him, she drew one long fingernail down the centre of his spine, leaving a thin red line in its wake. Christopher’s whole body shivered with delight.

  ‘I’m going to do something very special,’ Rebecca said at last. ‘Something that I only do when I’m very, very cross with you.’

  Christopher gave a soft sigh and then uttered a tiny yelp as Rebecca tugged on his long fair hair, lifting his face off the pillow so that she could stare into those magnetic grey eyes. ‘Right,’ she said with frightening gentleness. ‘Now I think we can get down to business.’

  Chapter Two

  Rebecca moved to the head of the bed so Christopher could watch as she slowly removed her long black dress, allowing it to fall into a silky heap at her feet. Beneath it she was entirely naked, apart from shiny black hold-up stockings and a tiny black G-string. She saw Christopher swallow hard and his tongue flick out to moisten his dry lips. Turning her back on him and walking with a provocative sway of her hips, Rebecca crossed the room. Making sure that she remained in his line of vision she picked up a silver-backed hair brush that she kept on their dressing table. Many times she would get Christopher to brush her long dark hair, but this time both he and she knew that it was intended for a very different use.

  When she returned to the side of the bed, Rebecca eased her thumbs into the sides of the G-string and slowly tugged it down her legs until all she had on were the stockings. She then collected together the other items that she would need for their session, deliberately taking her time so that Christopher, watching her every move, would grow even more excited.

  Finally she climbed on to the bed then straddled herself across the middle of his back while facing his feet. Then, very carefully, she tapped lightly against the cheeks of his bottom with the bristles of the hair brush. At first Christopher remained completely still but, after a few moments, his hips began to move as he tried to press himself against the mattress beneath him. Immediately Rebecca lifted the brush into the air.

  ‘If you don’t keep still I shall leave you tied up like this and go and sleep in the spare room,’ she said shortly.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ mumbled Christopher, and Rebecca smiled to herself. She knew very well how difficult this must be for him and how excited he was growing. Her own excitement was growing too, but there was a long way to go before the session was over.

  Once Christopher was still again, she resumed her use of the brush. This time she flicked it far harder against his tightly muscled buttocks and, slowly, a red flush began to appear on the surface of the skin. Once both his buttocks were glowing she moved lower, using the brush against the tops of the backs of his thighs and only stopping when she reached the soft flesh of the backs of the knees. She then straightened up again so that she was sitting upright. She then placed the brush to one side.

  Slowly she climbed off her lover’s back and then, standing beside the bed, slid a long-fingered slender hand beneath his helpless naked body. She could feel, by the size of his erection, that he was already perilously close to climaxing. This was something that had proved a problem early on when they had first begun to play these games. Now, however, Rebecca was an expert at preventing him from coming too soon. Carefully she squeezed his penis firmly, her thumb on the underside, with her fingers on the top of the penis just below the glans. As she gripped firmly she heard Christopher give a tiny groan of disappointment but, as usual, the technique worked well and after a few minutes she knew that his urge to come had gone.

  ‘You’re being rather quick tonight,’ she said in her most bossy voice. ‘It looks as though you’re going to keep me very busy.’

  Christopher didn’t answer; he simply buried his face deeper in the pillow, uttering tiny sounds of mixed pleasure and despair. This was what they both loved the most and Rebecca began to tremble from the excitement of it all. She couldn’t help wondering what his fans would think if they could see him now, spreadeagled and tied on the bed, entirely at her mercy and loving every minute of it.

  Next, Rebecca resumed her earlier position sitting astride him, only this time she held a bottle of massage oil. Carefully she began to apply it liberally to his back. Using long strokes she moved her hands up and down and then round and round in small circular movements. She moved her hands ahead of herself, slowly sliding them down his body until she reached the faintly pink buttocks. Ignoring those for the moment, she poured a little of the oil into the palm of one hand and carefully anointed the tips of her own breasts. Then she crouched on all fours, leaning forward so that she could anoint the backs of his thighs with oil using her breasts instead of her hands. This drove both of them wild with delight, and Rebecca’s internal muscles tightened as she felt the pressure of Christopher’s legs against her rapidly hardening nipples. The pleasure for her was so great that she almost forgot Christopher, and it was only when he uttered a muffled groan that she realised that once more he was dangerously near to reaching a climax.

  Swiftly twisting round so that she was facing his head, she again reached beneath him and applied the squeeze technique until his burgeoning erection had lessened. It was always at around this point that Christopher started to become irritated. Although he enjoyed being dominated, there came a moment when he wanted to be allowed to climax and was torn between his desire to be dominated and his desire for gratification. Rebecca had decided long ago that it was best if she remained in control. Although he might make a fuss at the time, afterwards he was always incredibly grateful and the end result was wonderful for both of them.

  After allowing him a short break she resumed her original position, and then slowly tipped the bottle of oil so that drops of it fell on to the base of his spine and began to seep down into the crack between his buttocks. Then, using her fingers, she began to knead them slowly and sensuousl
y while all of Christopher’s muscles began to tighten and his hips started to move restlessly once more.

  Rebecca continued this for so long that she knew it was almost beyond the kind of cruelty that Christopher really wanted, but she couldn’t help it – she was enjoying herself and her power so much. Her breasts felt large and tight, and deep within her stomach she could feel tiny flutterings while between her thighs she was already damp and more than ready for him. Eventually, she replaced the stopper in the bottle of oil and picked up the final implement for the evening’s entertainment. Christopher twisted his head round to try to see what was going to happen but she sharply ordered him to look away again. Then, very carefully, she lifted up the small but flexible rod that held a number of Thai beads.

  This was one of Christopher’s favourite forms of stimulation. Rebecca prised his buttocks apart with her hands and then spread some of the oil that had seeped between them carefully around the opening to his rectum. It was only when she began to slide the tiny rod into the puckered mouth of the rectum that Christopher realised exactly what delights she had planned for him and he gave a tiny cry of delight. Rebecca inserted the rod very slowly, twisting and turning it as it slid in, the small beads rubbing against the incredibly sensitive sides of the opening. Once the rod was inserted as fully as possible, Rebecca had a choice. She could either continue twisting it or she could flick the protruding end, allowing the beads that were inside Christopher to vibrate even harder against him. After pausing for a moment to decide which would be best, Rebecca flicked at the rod and immediately Christopher’s body started to rise up from the bed.

  ‘If I have to tell you to keep still again,’ said Rebecca, ‘then I’m going to stop the game and leave. This is your last warning, do you understand?’

  ‘Yes,’ groaned Christopher. His voice was thick, barely recognisable, and beneath the mounting excitement there was also resentment at her total power over him. Rebecca continued to flick remorselessly at the rod until Christopher was groaning aloud with his ever-increasing need to climax as the stimulation intensified.

  Finally, Rebecca decided that the time had come for her to gain more pleasure as well. While still flicking occasionally at the protruding end of the Thai beads, she began to slide herself up and down Christopher’s oiled back, widening her legs so that her clitoris was stimulated by the hardness of his well-muscled body.

  She moved slowly at first but then with increasing speed as the wonderful hot liquid sensation at the pit of her belly intensified. As she moved herself, Rebecca also massaged her already-oiled nipple with her own fingers, and after a few moments the combined sensation meant that her entire body shivered and shook as she found a moment’s release in her first orgasm.

  Beneath her, Christopher, who was not yet allowed to come, bucked furiously as he tried to throw Rebecca off him. It was double torture for him when Rebecca gained satisfaction during his torment of frustration and domination, but this only added to Rebecca’s excitement.

  Suddenly, she was seized by the desire for yet another orgasm before she allowed him any kind of release. She reversed her position, which meant that she was now facing the back of Christopher’s head, then spread her entire body over his so the front of her body covered the back of his. Placing her hands on the tops of his shoulders, she used these to pull herself up and down over his oiled flesh. She knew that, quite apart from the sensations he would be feeling from her breasts and belly, he would also be driven half mad by the feel of the stockings against his legs. He loved to feel silk against his skin and, as she moved faster and faster, allowing her own excitement to mount and the flickering flame to burst into an orgasm, she heard him muttering curses into the pillow.

  After her second orgasm, Rebecca carefully removed the rod from Christopher’s rectum. She did it very slowly and deliberately, allowing one bead to pop out at a time and, as each bead slowly appeared through the opening, Christopher’s body jolted. Only when it was finally removed did Rebecca climb off the bed and start to unfasten the silken scarves that tied him there.

  Even though he was now free, Christopher knew better than to try to do anything on his own initiative. He remained lying face down until Rebecca gave him permission to turn on to his back. Once he was positioned there, she proceeded to re-tie him and, in addition, covered his eyes with a piece of black cloth. This meant that Christopher had no idea of how he was going to be allowed to achieve his long-awaited orgasm but, as she looked at his naked body, Rebecca could see that every well-defined muscle was taut and quivering with anticipation. His erection was huge, the glans purple, with tiny clear drops of pre-come slowly oozing from the slit.

  Rebecca decided that she would give Christopher a running commentary on what she was doing. This was an entirely new idea, but she felt that it would probably be almost more than he could stand. Tonight, that gave her a strange kind of satisfaction, since she was still well aware that he had spent the afternoon interviewing attractive actresses. In a way, quite apart from giving them both intense pleasure, this session was a kind of sensual revenge.

  ‘I’m lifting myself up now,’ she murmured to him seductively. As she did so she squatted over his penis and then rubbed it against her clitoris.

  ‘Now I’m going to move my hips around and you must keep perfectly still,’ she told him calmly. Christopher’s mouth was tightly closed in a desperate effort to control himself but, despite this, a small groan escaped him. Rebecca was so carried away that she really didn’t care if Christopher was enjoying himself or not. His reward would come at the end; she was getting hers all the time. As she allowed his penis to stimulate her clitoris a hot throbbing pulse began deep within her, somewhere behind the clitoris itself, and she knew that very soon she was going to have her final orgasm. She wanted to postpone it for as long as possible in order to make it more intense. Reaching down, she grasped the root of Christopher’s penis in her hand and then descended swiftly on to it so that penetration was incredibly deep.

  ‘Now I’m going to move up and down on top of you,’ she whispered to Christopher.

  ‘I don’t think I can wait much longer,’ he gasped.

  Rebecca didn’t care, but she remembered to pretend that she did. ‘You’d better, Christopher,’ she said with a tone of menace to her voice. She could feel his hardness within her increase, and smiled at the realisation of what even a simple command given in the right tone could do to him. She sensed that, despite the fact he was so close to the edge, Christopher would strain to carry out her orders, and this additional excitement only increased her own build-up to orgasm.

  Now, with a keen edge of cruelty, she moved her hips around and around, sank slowly back on him, then lifted her hips in the air until only the tip of him was inside her, before plunging her body back down on to his. All the time she kept up a running commentary on what she was doing and how she was feeling.

  She described how her muscles were tightening, how she felt hot and liquid in her belly, and how her breasts were feeling tight and swollen while her nipples tingled remorselessly. All at once she felt the warm glow begin to spread throughout her entire belly and up through her breasts, while between her thighs the tension increased and a deep ache started. She knew that she was only seconds away from a huge orgasm and, leaning forward with her hands on either side of his head, she dangled her breasts in front of Christopher’s face.

  Although he couldn’t see them, Christopher could feel them only too well. His mouth opened and he lifted his head, searching blindly so that he could draw one of her nipples into his mouth. Taking pity on him, Rebecca carefully allowed one of the throbbing hard tips to enter his mouth. Christopher licked and sucked on it greedily, his tongue swirling around the tissue that surrounded the tip of the nipple, and Rebecca quickened the pace of her hips as she moved up and down on him.

  Suddenly, Christopher drew his head back, releasing Rebecca’s nipple with startling speed as he shouted out in agonised ecstasy. Rebecca knew he could no long
er control himself. Immediately she sat back so that her arms were free at her sides and, as she continued to move up and down, stimulating his desperately straining penis, she allowed the fingers of her right hand to rub slowly against her clitoris.

  Rebecca had judged the moment to perfection. As Christopher gave a giant shout of satisfaction while his hips pumped furiously, Rebecca too was flooded with one of the most intense climaxes she had yet experienced with her lover. It felt as though her whole body had suffered an electrical charge, and when her muscles were finally still and the sensations slowly began to ebb away, she slumped down on top of him with her head resting on his chest.

  Beneath her she could hear his racing heartbeat and, as he murmured words of gratitude and affection, she knew that this time she had managed to surpass herself. It didn’t matter how pretty the girls were he had seen that afternoon, she was well aware that, if she were able to continue satisfying him in this way, then Christopher would not look anywhere else for a permanent girlfriend.

  After she had released him and they were both getting ready to sleep, Christopher held her tightly against him. ‘That was really incredible, Becky,’ he said slowly. ‘I’ve never met a woman who was so versatile. You always seem to know what it is that I need and the best thing of all is it’s what you need too.’

  ‘We make a very good pair,’ agreed Rebecca softly. Then, snuggling up against him, she fell happily asleep.

  Exactly two weeks after her audition, Esther returned to the hall in Clapham in order to meet the other members of Christopher’s new company. He’d already announced to the press that the company would be known as ‘The People’s Theatre’. This had amused both Esther and Lydia, since they were well aware that this was Christopher’s theatre and the people were merely expected to come and adore him.