‘Good, eh?’ She nodded. ‘More?’ She nodded again.
He proffered the glass again, and she took another swallow. The game was supposed to be him watching her, him scrutinising her and controlling her, but she looked back at him levelly over the brim of the glass, eyes full of irrepressible challenge.
Taking back the glass, he drained it then returned it to the sideboard, his back almost burning from her subtle scrutiny. He was supposed to be in charge, but her hold over him was total. Running his hand along the edge of the polished wood, he breathed in deep, then selected an item from the surface.
His tie. The blue one he’d worn to the Palm Court. When he returned to her, with it stretched taut between his two hands, her eyes widened.
‘So, Miss Lockhart, are you ready to play?’
For a moment, she didn’t speak. Was she shaking? He certainly was. And fully erect too. For a moment her glance skittered to his groin, then she met his eyes again, her expression bold.
‘I’m yours to command … master. Whatever you wish is my wish.’
Good answer!
‘Let’s start with this then, shall we?’ He stepped behind her, and drew her hands together at the small of her back, securing them loosely with the tie. His cock leapt. She was bound. Her body available to him. She couldn’t stop him making free with her in any way he chose.
Plunging his hand into her silky hair, he held her face to his and kissed her hard, pushing in deep and rough with his tongue, tasting the wine on her tongue as she no doubt tasted it on his. He kept kissing, wildness rising as he plundered her mouth, gripping the back of her shapely scalp. A moan rose in his throat, and he almost thought he’d uttered it, until he realised that it was Jess who was moaning not he. She was shifting her hips too, as if so turned on that she couldn’t contain the energy.
‘So randy,’ he growled against her mouth, and with his free hand, he reached down and gripped her crotch, massaging her through her pretty blue skirt.
Jess gasped sharply. Ellis imagined the flutter of her aroused flesh, stirred by his hold. He squeezed hard and she struggled, rocking herself on his hand, moaning again.
He could almost imagine she was already coming.
Maybe she was?
Being bound made Jess dizzy with desire. She couldn’t explain why. It didn’t make sense. Normally she would have kicked against being in any man’s power. Even when she’d been a virgin, she’d valued her own sense of agency, and being subject to someone else’s will, man or woman, had never sat right with her.
But this was Ellis, and everything was different with him. And exciting in a way she could barely quantify. The urge to touch herself raged through her, amplified by the inability to do it. Her sex ached, and weird yearnings to do strange things wracked her body.
Crazy things like falling to her knees to kiss his feet. Kiss the scars of his long ago operation, as if to assuage the pain he’d once experienced. He was barefoot, as he so often went indoors, but no less dominant for that. Ellis McKenna didn’t need boots and leather to be her master. His mere presence ruled her world in this game. With his mouth so close, she pressed forward and stole another kiss.
‘Naughty, naughty, naughty,’ he whispered against her lips, and she could almost taste the laughter in his voice. This was piquant fun between the two of them. There would never be anything really heavy or cruel. He wasn’t like that. He wasn’t selfish.
‘I’m sorry, master,’ she replied, trying to keep her own voice straight and respectful.
Still close, he shook his head, as if despairing. ‘You mustn’t speak until I give you permission, slave,’ he pointed out, placing special emphasis on the noun, round and fruity. ‘Now, what do you want me to do with you? And this time, you may speak.’ Still gripping her aching crotch, his strong hand tightened, pressing her skirt against her.
Everything. I want you to do everything.
‘If it pleases you … I’d like you to touch me, and spank me, and fuck me, master. But only if it pleases you.’
‘But I’m already touching you …’ Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze … ‘Do you want more? Do you want me to touch your skin? Your sex … your naked sex?’
She couldn’t answer. It would have come out as a long moan of pleasure. The zone he’d named seemed to tingle, and leap … she was almost coming. Jess nodded her answer, unable to stop herself bearing down on his containing hand. The tie around her wrists seemed to amplify the sensations. She was fizzing and bubbling inside, like the champagne.
‘Very well, then,’ he said, ‘You shall have everything you want. But first … a final touch, I think. Stay right here.’
Jess kept still, even though her body was screaming for release. If her hands had been free, she might even have played with herself, and to hell with the consequences. Those consequences were what she wanted, after all.
Heart pounding, she watched her lover stroll to the sideboard and pick up the other item that had been lying there. With eyes only for Ellis, Jess hadn’t really fixed on it, but it’d been in the back of her mind all the same; a patterned silk scarf, decorated with some of Monet’s water lilies, unless she wasn’t mistaken.
Don’t be dumb, Jess … He’s going to use it as a blindfold, you ninny!
Ellis twirled the length of silk around his fingers, tensioning it as he had the tie, making Jess shudder harder. What would it feel like to be in the dark, not knowing what was coming next, what he was going to do to her? Waiting for the next touch. The next kiss. The first spank …
‘Will you mind being blindfolded?’ His voice was arch now, more English, his accent purer. Within the parameters of the game, she hadn’t much choice but to accede to him, and for a moment apprehension gripped her.
It was all new. The blindfold, the potential pain of the spanking, the reddened bottom. All new to her. Intriguing but alarming.
But then she relaxed. ‘No, I shan’t mind at all, master,’ she whispered, still not sure whether she was supposed to speak at this juncture.
She was safe with Ellis. She had no doubt about that. He might be closed off from romantic love by his loss, but his kindness and his humanity were unimpaired. His heart wasn’t arrogant, selfish, or controlling, and he would always put the well-being of a partner before his own needs, his own pleasure.
Even in their brief acquaintance, he’d proved that to her time and time again.
In a deft, quick move, he covered her eyes with the soft scarf. The silk was heavy gauge, and surprisingly dense, creating a velvet darkness. Disorientated for a moment, she swayed, and Ellis instantly supported her, letting her part her feet so she could stand more squarely.
‘Good girl,’ he said, right next to the side of her face, ruffling her hair, beneath the containing silk, with his breath. ‘Can you see anything?’
She shook her head.
‘Excellent …’ He paused. ‘But all of London, beyond the window, can see you. They can see how beautiful you are … how vulnerable … And they’ll see your gorgeous body, too, when I show it to them.’
Jess suppressed a ‘yeah, right’. On the balcony earlier in the day, she’d wondered whether people – across the river, or in another building, and in possession of strong binoculars or a telescope – could see into the apartment when it was lit. But on checking, she’d discovered the windows were privacy glass showing only a mirrored surface. There was no possibility of a voyeur observing their game.
But imagining a voyeur was fun. They’d done it before when playing at phone sex, and look how well that had turned out. She pictured a thousand watching eyes, avid for the show. The sight of herself and Ellis in performance. Her body exposed and played with. Deliciously tormented. Spanked and compelled to orgasm; most likely soundly fucked too.
Beneath her skirt, her sex rippled again, and the silky fluid of arousal welled from her cleft and trickled down her thigh.
‘Now, stay very quiet and still, while I prepare you.’
Jess licked her lips.<
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‘Wicked girl. You’ll pay for that.’ His thumb pressed down on her lower lip, then thrust inside her mouth. Instinctively she sucked on it. ‘And you’ll do that, too, I think, sooner or later.’
The vision of Ellis’s beautiful cock filled her mind. She saw herself on her knees, still bound, sucking furiously on it. Her mouth watered at the thought and she swallowed, almost as if gulping down his come.
Oh yeah!
And then his hands were gone, and she was left in the dark, aching and anticipating. The imaginary metropolitan audience watched hungrily, anticipating Ellis’s next move. Jess sensed steps … Oh, he was wily. Because he was barefoot, there was no way to hear him stomping about the room, and she wished for spider senses so she could tell where he was and what he was doing.
For a full minute, nothing happened, then just when she was about to crack and demand, where the hell are you, he touched her. Quick and deft, he unbuttoned her blouse, then pushed the fabric off her shoulders, to expose her bra.
‘Sublime.’ His voice was low as his flat hand settled on her chest above the lace and satin. His little finger slid beneath the edge of the fabric. ‘Your skin is very hot, slave. Are you burning for me?’
She nodded.
‘Good.’ Reaching around, he squeezed her buttock with his free hand, kneading the flesh. Still working her, he kissed her again, thrusting with his tongue.
Kiss. Squeeze. Breathe. The slither of narrow fingertips inside the cup of her bra, searching and finding her nipple.
‘Do you like that?’
‘Yes …’ she whispered, barely recognising her own voice.
‘Good,’ he repeated crisply, then released her. ‘Let’s find some more things you like.’
With no further ado, he snapped open the front clasp of her bra, baring her. Pausing only to play his fingers across her nipples, he reached down, grasped the hem of her slim skirt, and eased it up her thighs and up over her belly, tucking the cotton cloth at her waist.
‘What a beautiful sight. I’m sure the men in our “audience” are loving this. Gorgeous tits, lush pussy, perfect thighs … what more could they ask for?’
Jess moaned when he gripped her crotch again, this time with no barrier. Desire surged as he slipped a finger into her cleft and rocked it against her clit, still playing with her nipples with his free hand. Counterpoint …
‘Would you like an orgasm now?’
She nodded her head furiously. All resolve to hold out had evaporated.
‘I’ll spank you harder.’
‘I don’t care.’
Soft laughter was his only answer. That, and imperious attention to her clit. His touch was hard, wild, nowhere near as millimetre perfect as his usual subtlety, but Jess came almost immediately, shouting out, ‘Oh God,’ as her hips jerked and rocked, uncouthly thrusting. Still working her, Ellis flung his free arm around her waist, keeping her steady.
The orgasm was blinding, intense, going off like a rocket, too much yet too little, far too soon. Even though she’d climaxed, it wasn’t enough. She needed more. But when she tried to coax him into it, pushing against his hand, he whispered, ‘No, no, no, greedy girl. You have to wait now. You have to take your punishment first.’
In her mind’s eye, she saw him clearly. Her handsome, dazzling god, a prince of drama in his dark clothing. Merciless, he pinched and rolled her left nipple, tweaking and toying. Jess pursed her lips hard, fighting the groans, not sure whether they were of pleasure or pain, but wanting more, more, more … her voice escaped as Ellis’s fingers tightened on her, flattening her nipple and sending streaks of sensation along secret pathways to her clit.
Her eyes watered behind her blindfold. It wasn’t tears, just an overflowing of sensation. An echo of her arousal welling again in her pussy, the fluid flowing down her bare thigh like a river of sex.
The whole of her loins seemed to be on fire as Ellis repeated the procedure with the other nipple.
God damn it, he was infernal. He’d noted her susceptibilities, right from the beginning, what seemed like a lifetime ago. Now he was using it to lay down another sweet layer of erotic torment, alternating pressure with exquisitely delicate flicking and feather-light stroking.
You devil!
One of the drawings she’d seen in the Salon Privé came to her mind. A submissive posed very much as she was, but with heavy clamps hanging from her nipples. Jess imagined that weight, wondering if she could have taken it, and still been able to stand proud, with a defiant smile, like that model.
As if he’d read her mind, Ellis tweaked her nipple again. It hurt. She was dying to come again … yet loving the denial. How kinky was that?
Like the girl in the drawing, she lifted her head, echoing that bold expression beneath the silky blindfold.
Bring it on, Mr Sex! Bring it on!
‘If only you could see yourself … you look divine,’ said Ellis, swapping pressure for pleasure again, and making her dance in her high heels.
Well, I could see myself if you’d take the blindfold off.
She didn’t say it. She wasn’t supposed to speak without permission, and seeing herself in the window glass might shatter the magic.
In her darkened world, Ellis’s hands settled on her bottom and, as he reached around to cup the cheeks of her arse, the wall of his body pressed against her beleaguered breasts. His cock was hard against her belly, pushing at her through the denim of his jeans, as he squeezed and fondled her, testing the resilience of her flesh and the tone of her muscles.
‘You have a gorgeous arse, slave,’ he purred, giving her bottom a little pinch, ‘sweet and curvy, yet perfectly firm. Ideally designed for a bit of a spanking. I can’t wait …’
Me neither. Get on with it!
Why so keen to be punished? Something else that didn’t make sense … even though it did!
Time seemed to warp and waver as he handled her body. Breasts, buttocks, thighs … sex. His touch was vigorous, moving abruptly from zone to zone, surprising her, exciting her more and more. She adored it, yet wanted to cry out to him to move on to the next phase. Fear and apprehension were doing a tango in her belly. The urge to fight her bonds, to touch and caress Ellis just as he touched and caressed her, was bordering the unbearable.
But just when she was about to shout out to him, he took her by the elbow and guided her across the room to one of the deep leather sofas. His hold on her was solicitous, as if she were infinitely precious to him. Fugitive thoughts flitted across her mind, and she nearly stumbled. But Ellis caught her in a flash, supporting her with both hands, holding her safe.
‘Are you all right?’ His voice was soft and caring, completely out of his role. The real Ellis concerned for her, and her well-being.
‘Fine. Thanks.’
‘Good girl.’
Something in the quality of his hold on her changed again, and they were back in the drama.
Game on …
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If only he could express how gorgeously desirable she looked. How supreme. How goddess-like despite her exposed and vulnerable state. Her hands might be tied, but she had him in the palm of one of them. Trying to play the ‘master’ was like climbing a mountain in the face of her magnificence.
‘Very well then, how shall we do this?’ he posed the question, laughing inside at his attempts to be magisterial.
Jess didn’t speak, but stood before him proud and perfect, her exposed body and her elegant demeanour turning him into her slave far more than she was his. When she lifted her chin, and breathed in, making her breasts rise too, his poor aching cock almost erupted in his jeans.
‘Do you wish to kneel on the settee to be spanked, or will you take your punishment across my lap?’
Lap! Lap! Lap! his erection howled, longing for the contact. It’d put him in even greater danger of embarrassing himself, but he didn’t care.
‘Across your lap, if you wish it, master,’ she answered. She was so composed, and yet as excited as he was,
he could tell.
‘Excellent choice.’
Happy, he leant close and kissed her on the lips. His face brushed against the silk scarf, and he recalled purchasing it, on impulse, when it’d caught his eye in the window of one of the boutiques in the building’s atrium. The motif of the water lilies had made him smile, refreshing the thoughts of Jess that had been floating in his consciousness, like the aquatic blooms. It hadn’t occurred to him until afterwards that the scarf might be used in a sex game. He’d just wanted it because it was pretty … and so was Jess.
Taking his seat on the tawny leather sofa, he breathed in deep, loving the fresh scent of her light, flowery toilette water, and the deeper, more visceral tang of her aroused sex, so close to his face as she stood before him. The glint of her silky moisture gleamed on her pubic hair and on the inside of her thighs. Damn, he wanted to be there now, and to hell with spanking. But he’d promised her a game, an experiment, a bit of erotic fun … and he was committed to deliver. Reaching up, he took her by the waist and guided her across his knee. Despite her bonds, she descended with grace, and seemed to settle in exactly the right spot.
Parting his thighs, he made a steadier platform for her body, almost gasping aloud as she jostled his hard and throbbing cock.
‘Sorry,’ she said quickly, then wriggled again, the minx, giving him another rub with her flank.
He wanted to say ‘no worries’ as his Australian friends and family might have done but instead he replied with a mock-stern, ‘I should think so too.’
But it wasn’t just the feel of her that had him on a hair trigger. The sight of her crumpled his self-control. Her bottom was the loveliest, the lushest shape. Just the right degree of roundness, yet neat and tight and toned. Even the most diffident of spankers would be tempted to lay a hearty slap across it, and then want to do it again and again as the firm flesh bounced and the skin went rosy.
Despite the impish sense of disobedience he sensed in her, Jess lay still, steadying the target for him. Still as a living statue, she made it impossible for him to miss or fluff the blow.
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