Subspace

by Sierra Cartwright

  If anything, the dining room was quieter than the previous night. Alyssa and Drew were led to a table by the window, looking out on to the Hall’s manicured lawns. Once they were seated, Drew let his slipper fall from his foot so his toes could caress Alyssa’s shins. She had the feeling she wouldn’t be paying much attention to the view.

  “So how did it feel?” he asked, once the waitress had taken their order. “Wanting to come, but knowing you weren’t allowed to?” He smiled. “Waiting for me to give permission, and having no idea when it’s going to happen?”

  “It’s been…difficult.” Alyssa reached for the water jug and poured them each a glass. She sipped thoughtfully. “I’ve never been quite so aware of my own body.”

  After Drew had removed the love balls following her dance class, she’d curled up on a comfortable sofa in the lounge and flipped through a magazine, but she’d found it hard to concentrate on the pages. All she’d been able to think of was the feel of Drew’s fingers on her sex, stimulating her almost to the point of orgasm, then withdrawing, leaving her high and dry.

  It hadn’t helped that she’d been scheduled for her massage after lunch. Unlike in her fantasies, she’d had a masseuse working on her, a bubbly black girl called Kelly, whose slender fingers had unerringly found the knotted muscles in Alyssa’s shoulders and lower back. Though Kelly’s touch was intended to be anything but sexual, Alyssa was so keyed up from her earlier escapades she’d found the flames of arousal flickering all over again as her flesh had been rubbed and kneaded. It had been a fight to keep herself under control, but as Kelly had dug into the points where the tension gathered, just above Alyssa’s hips, she’d finally managed to close her eyes and lose herself in the feel of being unravelled.

  At least there’d been no marks remaining from where Drew had spanked her the previous evening. Alyssa hated to think what the masseuse would have thought if she’d rolled up the towel to see fading palm prints on the tops of her thighs.

  Safely back in her room, Alyssa had almost succumbed to temptation right at the last moment. She’d searched in her bedside table for a pair of earrings to wear at the dinner table, and her fingers had closed round the shaft of her vibrator. It would’ve been so easy to switch the toy on and bring herself to a swift, satisfying climax, but she’d had the distinct feeling Drew would know she’d defied his orders. She’d put it back where she had found it, slamming the drawer shut and feeling out of sight was out of mind.

  “Your asparagus, miss.” The waitress placed a plate down in front of Alyssa.

  As she’d expected, Drew had ordered for both of them, choosing griddled asparagus drizzled with extra-virgin olive oil, followed by grilled chicken with baked potatoes and salad. Light, healthy choices, easily digested. Ideal if they were planning a dip in the pool after they’d eaten.

  Though Alyssa quickly discovered Drew had another reason for choosing asparagus. When she picked up one of the spears with her fork, he shook his head.

  “Use your fingers. Eat it slowly. Savour it.”

  With the enigmatic smile she realised always accompanied his most outrageous commands, he added, “Treat it like you would my cock.”

  Resisting the urge to send him a message by chomping down hard on the end, Alyssa slid the vegetable between her lips. She was acutely aware she hadn’t had the chance to play with Drew’s cock yet, even though it had filled her pussy very nicely indeed. As she licked off every trace of olive oil from the asparagus spear, she knew she must be presenting something of a spectacle for anyone watching, but she didn’t care. Drew had told her to perform for him, so perform she would.

  By the time she’d finished her starter, she was as turned on as she’d been all day, even though Drew had kept any physical contact between them to a minimum. He’d rectified that while they’d waited for their main course, sliding his foot up between her legs and using his big toe to tease her pussy through the crotch of her swimsuit. It felt so deliciously rude to have him caressing the contours of her lips, and circling her clit where it pushed against the material. She knew it wouldn’t take much of this unusual treatment to have her on the verge of coming. Was that his intention? To make her beg for an orgasm at the dining table?

  Just as she felt her breath quickening and the heat rising in her cheeks, the waitress arrived with their chicken. Drew removed his foot, giving her a look that told Alyssa he knew exactly the effect his toe-job had on her.

  To her amazement, he let her eat her food undisturbed, but when he waved away the waitress’ offer to bring the dessert menu, Alyssa knew Drew had something planned. Otherwise she suspected he’d have lingered, hoping to see the men she’d been ordered to show her breasts to so he could put her through some fresh, delicious torment for their benefit.

  Hand in hand, they walked down to the pool area. In the exercise pool a lone woman swam lengths of slow backstroke. The door to the sauna opened as they passed, and a couple in their late twenties emerged, towels wrapped round their bodies, laughing as they headed for an ice-cold shower.

  “Mm,” Drew murmured, watching them. “Sex in the sauna. How does that appeal?”

  “Dry heat doesn’t do much for me,” Alyssa admitted. “I prefer the sanarium.”

  With its eucalyptus-scented steam heat and sounds of tropical wildlife, the sanarium was designed to evoke the feel of being in the jungle. Alyssa pictured Drew sitting on the lower of the wooden benches, legs spread wide, while she crouched over him, sucking his cock. It was an enticing image, but he was hurrying her on, past the relaxation pool with its carefully constructed mock waterfall, and towards the candlelit pool.

  Tucked away in a corner, the pool was deserted. Drew shed his robe. Beneath it, he had on a pair of black trunks that couldn’t disguise the solid bar of his erection.

  Alyssa took off her robe. “And the rest,” Drew said.

  She looked at him. Surely he couldn’t expect her to strip in public?

  “Don’t worry, there’s no one around.”

  Like that would have stopped him, Alyssa thought. Obediently, she pushed the swimsuit straps off her shoulders and stepped out of it.

  Drew waded into the pool, beckoning for Alyssa to join him. She did, feeling the water lap at her bare skin.

  “Ever been skinny-dipping?” Drew asked. When she shook her head, he continued, “There’s nothing like it. We had a creek back home… Man, on hot summer nights it was great to just strip off and plunge in. You never know just how much fun swimming is until you’ve done it bare-assed naked.”

  Alyssa wondered what else he might have done back home, naked in the moonlight. There was so much she didn’t know about Drew, so much that would remain a mystery once she was back in London and he…

  Enjoy the moment, her inner voice told her. Don’t think about what’ll happen when you go your separate ways. He’s the hottest man you’ve ever known and he loves the way you submit to him. Be happy with that.

  As if sensing how her thoughts threatened to run away with her, Drew pulled her into his arms. He crushed his mouth against hers in an urgent, bruising kiss. Not caring that someone might come by and see them, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her body against his. Beside them, candle flames flickered, their reflections caught in the surface of the pool, the effect strangely ethereal.

  Breaking the kiss, Alyssa panted, “Want you so much. Need you inside me.”

  “All in good time, sweetheart.” Drew captured her nipple between thumb and finger, pinching until the pleasure was undercut with sweet pain.

  She threw her head back, gasping, pushing her crotch hard at Drew’s still-covered bulge. “Please, Drew. I want to be fucked. I want to come.”

  “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

  Drew chuckled, but he didn’t keep her waiting any longer. Guiding her out of the water, he picked up their discarded robes and took her over to one of the loungers that lined the side of the pool. Caught up in her need for him, Alyssa no longer cared about being
naked. All she wanted was to feel Drew’s cock filling her once more.

  Clean towels were piled high on wooden shelves. Drew helped himself to one, throwing it over the lounger.

  “Are you sure about this?” Alyssa asked, struck with sudden awareness of her surroundings. Kissing in the pool naked was one thing, but out here she felt more exposed. “What if one of the attendants spots us?”

  Drew gestured to a clock set high up on the wall. “It’s gone nine, sweetheart. The pool’s unsupervised now.”

  Alyssa had seen the signs outside, warning guests they swum without supervision at their own risk, but somehow she didn’t think she’d be stepping back in the pool tonight. It was a shame. She’d have liked to feel the waterfall cascading down on her as she and Drew kissed beneath it. Still, there was always tomorrow.

  “OK, Alyssa. Lie down.”

  She did as she was told, making herself comfortable on the lounger. Expecting Drew to strip out of his trunks, she saw him reach for his robe instead, tugging the belt out of the loops. After last night, Alyssa realised, that could only mean one thing.

  Grabbing her wrists, Drew looped the belt round them before fastening it to the metal frame of the lounger, effectively tying her wrists above her head. When he’d promised her better sex than she’d experienced the night before, she hadn’t expected it to involve being restrained. Not that the idea alarmed her. Already her pussy creamed at the thought of him taking her while she writhed beneath him, her movements limited by her impromptu bondage.

  Only now did Drew remove his trunks. She wasn’t going anywhere until he decided, she knew. His cock bobbed up, just as enticing as she remembered it. With her hands bound, she couldn’t reach out to touch it, much as she wanted to.

  “Oh, little Alyssa, you were surely born to be restrained.”

  He came to sit beside her, kissing her before beginning a slow, delightful exploration of her body with his mouth. He licked along the insides of her arms and her sensitive armpits, where no one had ever thought to kiss her before. The broad sweeps of his tongue had her squirming in her bonds, mimicking what he intended to replicate lower down.

  Slowly, surely, he worked his way south, spending a long time sucking and licking each of her beaded nipples. Alyssa almost wished there was an attendant on shift, someone to watch the skilful way Drew was stringing out her pleasure. But what else had he been doing today, right from the moment he’d ordered her to go to the powder room and slip those infuriating love balls inside her?

  He dipped his tongue briefly into the well of her navel. She felt his stubbled cheeks tickling her belly, before he traced a slow trail down to her pussy. Alyssa whimpered and pulled at the belt holding her securely in place, desperate for the moment when his mouth would settle on her clit. Still he denied her, licking at the soft insides of her thighs until she was almost screaming to be tongue-fucked.

  At last, he pushed her thighs wider apart and gave her what she needed. Sucking each of her ragged inner lips into his mouth in turn, he savoured her bouquet, as though she was a fine wine that had been kept for a special occasion.

  “So good,” Alyssa murmured, hardly aware she was speaking the words. “No one’s ever loved me with their mouth the way you do.”

  “Really?” Drew paused in what he was doing, lips and chin glazed with Alyssa’s honey. “But then I suppose no one’s ever realised quite how submissive and obedient you are, little Alyssa. Holding off your orgasm for a whole day, just because I told you to…”

  With that, he put his finger on her pussy and made the briefest contact with her clit, sending shards of sensation scattering through her body. All the feelings she’d been denying since the morning threatened to join in an orgasm that would surely break her into a million pieces. Yet she knew she shouldn’t come without Drew’s permission.

  “Please, Drew…”

  She didn’t need to finish the sentence. His eyes locked on hers, Drew nodded, giving his assent. Then he plunged his head back down, closing his lips around her clit and sucking hard. With a cry that echoed off the tiled walls of the pool area, Alyssa convulsed and came, juices gushing into Drew’s mouth.

  “And now it’s my turn.”

  Fishing in the pocket of his robe, he brought out a condom and rolled it down his thick shaft. Light-headed from the power of her long-delayed orgasm, Alyssa let her thighs loll apart as Drew positioned between them. Her cunt seemed to swallow him up, just as it had the night before. She wanted to fling her arms around his broad back, pulling him even closer to her, but tied as she was, she settled for wrapping her legs round his arse.

  Fucking her with long, deep strokes, Drew soon had her beginning the climb to orgasm once more. She clung on for the ride as he set a punishing pace, thrusting into her so hard she was almost bouncing off the lounger’s soft cushion. Beneath the ferocity, though, lay a tenderness that made him pause to drop a soft kiss in the hollow of her throat, or push her tangled hair out of her face.

  Soon, it seemed all Drew could do was give in to his most primal urge, the one compelling him to shoot his seed into the condom. Held tightly in his arms, Alyssa felt her pussy spasming round his cock as she came for a second time.

  Untying the belt that bound her, Drew whispered words of endearment in Alyssa’s ear. “My perfect little submissive. I know I could fall in love with you very easily.”

  It was the first time either of them had used the word ‘love’, and it almost broke Alyssa’s heart to hear it. She felt the same way about Drew. But what was the use in falling in love when they only had one more night together after this?

  Chapter Five

  “Have you ever had a mud wrap before?” Alyssa’s plump brunette therapist, whose name badge read ‘Marian’, asked.

  Alyssa shook her head. Lying face up on the treatment table, wearing nothing but a pair of unflattering paper panties, she had no idea what to expect.

  “OK, what’s going to happen is I’m going to paint your body with this mud mixture. It comes from the Dead Sea, and it’s rich in minerals that will cleanse and revitalise your skin. It’s a really good treatment if you work in an air-conditioned office because that just dries out your skin like you wouldn’t believe…”

  Tuning out Marian’s patter, Alyssa found her mind drifting to thoughts of Drew. Again he’d met her before her first scheduled activity of the day, a ‘legs, bums and tums’ class that had set her muscles growling with protest as she’d forced them through a series of lunges, crunches and squats. This time, though, he hadn’t made any demands of her, simply dragged her into an alcove and kissed her ‘til she’d become dizzy with need for him. Then he’d told her he’d see her for dinner at seven, as always, before setting off on a five-mile run that would take him down to the nearest village and back.

  The first night, they’d made a physical connection. Last night, they’d both let their emotional guard down.

  Last night, when they had been walking her back to her room after they left the pool, Drew had asked, “It didn’t make you uncomfortable just now, did it, what I said about falling in love with you? Only you went a little quiet, and I just wondered…”

  “No, it’s nothing like that,” Alyssa had assured him. “I’m just more used to men telling me they’re not in love with me, and never will be.”

  He hadn’t probed, which was just as well. Raking over the coals of her unsuccessful attempts to find love would’ve been too painful. But, she’d reflected, Drew had clearly experienced his share of heartbreak, too, with Bianca Anderson prepared to string him along purely for the sake of good publicity.

  Three’s the charm, she thought, wriggling as Marian began to coat her arms with the thick, sulphurous mud. Tonight’s our third—and last—night together. My last lesson in submission. I can’t begin to think what Drew might have in store for me.

  Alyssa did her best to forget about everything except the sensation of being slowly daubed with mud. Once she was covered from neck to ankles, Marian placed a lay
er of what looked like cling film over her, then topped that with an electric blanket. She couldn’t help but feel foolish and was glad Drew wasn’t around to see what had been done to her.

  Though maybe he’d enjoy it, she reflected. After all, what were the plastic film and heavy blanket but another form of bondage, restricting her movements until the treatment was over? Years ago, she’d seen a documentary featuring an establishment offering ‘bed, breakfast and dungeon’ facilities, where restraint with cling film was among the ingenious torments couples could inflict on each other. This was really no different.

  “Now, Alyssa, I just want you to relax while the mud does its work and I give you a scalp massage.”

  Marian turned on her portable sound system and chill-out music, heavy with wind chimes, began to play. She dug her fingers lightly into Alyssa’s scalp, moving in rhythmic, circular patterns. Alyssa fought the urge to doze off.

  Lying there, being pampered, she found it easy to forget about the world beyond the walls of Thornton Hall, where work was no doubt piling up on her desk. If only Kay were here to enjoy this with me. With a pang of guilt, Alyssa realised she’d barely thought about Kay over the last twenty-four hours. She’d been so caught up in the excitement of being with Drew she’d almost forgotten this trip had been planned as a girls’ getaway. Instead of sitting in the sanarium, sweating out the aches in her body caused by the vigorous lovemaking she’d enjoyed with Drew, she’d have been at a table in the café with Kay, sipping hot chocolate while her friend ogled the handsome guy who worked behind the counter there. Kay would have persuaded her to skip the heavy exercise sessions in favour of less demanding stretch classes, or a few slow laps of the pool.

  I’ll make it up to her, she promised herself. When she’s better, I’ll treat her to cocktails and do my best not to mention my fling with a gorgeous, dominant movie star every other sentence.

  All it could ever be was a fling, she knew that. It didn’t stop part of her wishing that, somehow, she could still carry on submitting to Drew once her stay at the Hall was over.