by Trojan, Teri
‘But who is it? I mean, is it someone you know?’
‘A friend, yes. He’s always been interested and when I told him you were available, he was delighted.’
‘And how much do I get paid for this extravaganza?’
‘You’ll get a generous fee. The others will have to be paid too. Anderson will, at first, act as your security. Once you have a string of clients, then we shall have to employ someone permanently. Anderson already has a full-time job to do.’
‘But I need to have some idea of how much I’m going to be earning.’
‘He’s paying £500 for 45 minutes. He’ll be with you for an hour, but you need to speak to him first to see exactly what he wants and how much experience he’s had. He’ll have put this on the original form but it’s easy to lie when writing. Face to face, you’ll make your own assessment.’
She gulped. Even one client a day would give her a vast increase in pay over any job she’d ever done before.
‘Are there many people who want this sort of thing?’
‘Oh yes. I’m suggesting we limit it to no more than three or four a day. Otherwise, there’ll be nothing left for me when you finally come home.’
‘I’m glad you feel that way. What happens if there really are loads of bookings?’
‘Then we’ll train someone else to assist you. What about your flatmate?’
‘Tara? I’m not sure. She does keep fit and she’s in good shape. I’ll see how it goes and ask her once I’ve got started.’
‘Two of you fighting at once would earn a premium. It’s the ultimate fantasy for some blokes. Two gorgeous women at the same time. There are occasionally women who want to book a partner too, but this is often for a proper fight.’
‘Oh no. I’m not going there. I’ve seen what some of them look like. Aggression isn’t in it. However much of an act it may be, that just isn’t for me.’
‘So you consider yourself a submissive, do you?’
‘With you, yes, I guess so. I enjoy taking charge sometimes, but I think I prefer being submissive.’
‘That sounds like an invitation.’ He grinned. ‘I think I’ve recovered sufficiently from my bout with you. Let’s take that shower and see how it feels to be all slippery with soap and water. I might even choose the next outfit for you to wear for me.’
‘That sounds good.’ He unzipped her Lycra outfit and kissed her spine as he gently pulled down the zip. She shivered in anticipation. One hint of an orgasm when she had begun to wrestle Andreas just wasn’t enough.
They stood under the beating water and washed each other. Slow, sensuous movements made her feel weak and pliant. Her tired muscles relaxed under his ministrations and she was already feeling the first hot waves of the build-up to ultimate satisfaction. He washed round her breasts, lifting them to his mouth in turn. He nipped at her nipples with unrelenting teeth and held his hands under her bottom so she was pulled against him. Waiting for him to complete the process and haul her up to his waist, she prepared to wrap her legs round him and sit astride his erect cock.
But he let her go and turned off the water. He wrapped her in a large towel and began to pat her dry. He grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it round his waist, leaving the rest of him still damp.
‘I thought we were going to have sex just then.’
‘Certainly not. Far too predictable. I believe you have me the choice of your clothes for the night. I want to see you in something different.’
She gave a shiver of excitement. ‘I thought you’d seen enough of me dressing up for one night.’
‘They were working clothes. This is purely for my delight – and I hope yours too. You wanted buckles and belts. I have just the thing.’
He slid the cupboard doors open and took out what looked like series of leather straps and buckles with some chains attached.
‘I want you submissive. After what you did, I need to show you who is really the master here. Understand?’
She fell into her role. ‘I’m sorry. I understand.’
He nodded. He hooked a sort of harness over her head and arranged the straps to circle her breasts, leaving both pert and exposed between the surrounding black leather. A wide belt was pulled round her waist and the whole thing pulled together with the chains. Tall black boots with another series of straps and buckles encased her legs and were joined to the belt with straps like suspenders. She stood passively as she was being dressed and was led back into the bedroom.
Andreas had lost the towel from his middle and stood naked before her. His eyes raked over his prisoner and she noticed his spectacular erection once more rising. He pulled a curtain back and she saw a metal frame behind it. She was led over to it and he buckled her hands in place. Chains held her ankles with her legs parted. She was helpless. He took out a whip and she quailed slightly. She didn’t like the thought of being hurt like that, not while she was helpless.
‘Don’t. Andreas, please. I can’t take that.’
‘Tough,’ he snapped. ‘What can you do about it?’
‘Nothing. I beg you. Don’t hurt me. I’ve seen what a whip can do. It cuts and marks. I don’t want that.’
‘Have I found your weak spot?’ He laughed.
‘Yes. I submit. I’m admitting it. I’m in your power but I can’t cope with whips.’
He stared at her, his eyes expressionless as he raised the whip. Gently, he put it between her legs and held it at both ends, drawing it backwards and forwards until she was practically begging him to stop.
‘So, don’t you like my whip? Did you really think I’d risk cutting you? Hurting you like that?’
‘I wasn’t sure. You looked very aggressive.’
‘Good. Now you know. You can trust me but it won’t stop me wanting to see you beg.’ He unbuckled her legs and wrists and led her over the room to the bed. He pushed her down face first, shoving her forwards until her bottom was exposed over the edge of the bed.
‘Are you ready for this?’ he asked, his voice thick with desire. Shoanna braced herself. With a penis of his size, anal sex could be extremely painful. He pushed her legs apart to allow him access. Very gently, he approached her rear passage. ‘Relax, darling.’
She felt him smear something oily over her rear and tried to relax. Slowly and carefully, he penetrated her. She gasped and tensed.
‘Easy,’ he said. ‘I can’t believe this is your first time.’
She gritted her teeth and couldn’t answer him. He could believe what he liked but she had always resisted this and this was indeed her first time. Gradually, slowly, he pushed himself into her passage. She felt as if she could never accommodate him, but he was there. He moved slowly, drawing himself in and out as gently as the tight restriction would allow. However much she tried to control her tension, it was painful. He pushed one hand under her, reaching her clitoris, and began to massage it gently. As she felt herself begin to climax, she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of pressure from the unusual intrusion. She felt him reach his own climax and collapse on top of her, panting and exhausted. She lay still, helpless, waiting for him to withdraw.
‘Sorry. I didn’t realise,’ he muttered at last. ‘You were an anal virgin, weren’t you?’ He lifted himself off her and gently slid out.
‘The last bit of anything left virginal about me.’
‘I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant for you.’
‘A surprise, maybe. We can work on it.’
Chapter Nine
Shoanna awoke early the next morning. She raised herself on one elbow and looked at the man sleeping next to her. She wondered what went on in that clever mind of his. Did she know him at all? He loved extremes in sex and that was fine by her. But what else was she getting into? She had never tolerated whips and beatings and didn’t intend to start now. Would he have used her in the way he intended if she hadn’t begged him to stop? Dragging the leather thongs over her sex was thrilling, but she feared actually being struck. She wriggled slightly, realising she was feel
ing quite sore. It was actually quite exciting, even the soreness. She could feel where he had been, into her most private passage.
She wished she could speak to someone about it but Tara wouldn’t want to listen and everyone else she knew around here was much too loyal to Andreas to allow any talk about anything. Will never let anything slip and was always non-committal when she asked anything. The man certainly could command loyalty among his staff. Dare she make the commitment and finally move in with him? Burning boats still sprung to mind, though the temptation to live his lifestyle was most tempting. What had she seen so far? Dining room, bedroom, and gym. What else did this house have hidden away? She must ask for a guided tour before she finally made her move.
‘Penny for them?’ Andreas murmured, opening his eyes just a slit. ‘Is it really morning? I don’t seem to have slept for more than five minutes.’
‘It’s still early.’
‘So, why the dreamy look? What were you thinking?’
‘Just how very little I really know about you.’
‘What do you want to know?’
‘How you spend your life. What do you do all day?’
‘I work. I have an office like any other businessman. I employ a lot of people and pay them well to look after my interests. Leaves me time to follow other ideas. To enjoy life.’
‘How many people live in this house?’
‘Will, and Anderson comes round at times. A couple of housekeepers, cleaners, and so on. They have a house in the grounds. A gardener. The two others you met live in town.’
‘Quite a team. You realise I haven’t even looked round the house, let alone seen the garden.’
‘I’ll give you a conducted tour later. Then I shall want to know if you’re going to move in here. You can have rooms to yourself, so if you want to be on your own you can. It also means I can have private time if I need it.’
She considered his words. Did he mean that he might want to entertain another woman at times? How would she feel about that? If she asked him, he would probably be furious and tell her that was his business and his alone. It went to prove she didn’t really know him at all.
‘I’ll decide when I’ve had a look round. See exactly what you’re offering me.’
‘Wise words. Now, a shower, I think. Then we’ll have some breakfast. I have meeting from about ten o’clock onwards. You have any plans for the day?’
‘Not really. I suppose I should do some training. Keep up the pressure.’
‘If I arrange for a photographer to come round, he can take some pictures for the website,’ Andreas suggested. ‘No point leaving it any longer. You can use the gym and we’ve got the outfits. We just need a good name for you now.’
‘OK. Exciting. I’ll give it some thought.’
‘I’ll get Anderson to help you. You’re going to need some provocative poses. It’s all about innuendo and anticipation. What’s your star sign, by the way?’
‘Virgo. Why?’
‘How about that as your name? Suggestive in its way.’
‘Virgo? I suppose.’ She thought about it for a moment. ‘Yes, I quite like it. I could go with that.’
‘I’ll get my web designer working on it. We can add the photos later. Maybe I’ll let Anderson be your victim in one or two holds for the camera. Leave it with you. Must get my shower now, and become the respectable businessman.’
Shoanna lay back, luxuriating in the soft, silk sheets. She watched through the open bathroom door as Andreas showered. Never had she wanted anyone the way she wanted him, not that she would dare to tell him that. Should she make her escape from his clutches before she was sucked in any deeper? One day she would face terrible hurt and pain, she just knew it. But why not enjoy what was on offer while she could have it all? He was not going to be a man who had long-term staying power. He would find someone else when he tired of her. But right now, she probably had the chance to earn a lot of money and enjoy things in life she had never expected.
‘You look very tempting lying there all rumpled and well fucked.’ She grinned at him. Dark suit. Silk shirt and matching tie. He only needed a leather briefcase and bowler hat and he’d be the perfect city gent.
‘I could hardly rumple the respectable image you’re presenting to me right now. I’d need my secretary outfit on and a pair of glasses perched on the end of my nose. You could unclip my hair and take off the glasses and tell me, “Why, Miss Harper, you’re beautiful.”’
‘You know, I quite like the sound of that. Work on it. A different image.’
‘Bit clichéd. You’ll have me in a nurse’s outfit next, complete with black stockings.’
‘Look hard enough in my closets and you’d probably find even those at the back. Don’t think it’s quite you, though. Your tastes are certainly a little more inventive.’
‘Am I allowed to explore the depth of your closets?’
‘No. I want to keep some things as a surprise for you. We’ll see what toys I can bring out tonight. I have plenty of things you will enjoy.’
‘Such promises.’ She pouted.
‘Get yourself dressed now. I’ll get the working clothes taken to the gym and arrange the photographer for early this afternoon. Get him to do some shots with your hair sleeked down and held out of sight. And some more sexy ones with your hair looking rough and tumbled, just like it does now. I have to go before I’m tempted again. I’ll see you later.’
‘Have a good day, honey,’ she drawled with a mock-American accent.
She watched him leave the bedroom with a sudden overwhelming feeling of longing. Deep down, she’d love to have a conventional life, marriage, babies even. Seeing her man coming home from work at night and talking through their days over a quiet meal. But it was never going to happen that way. Not for the likes of Shoanna Waites. She went to shower and dress in her boring skirt and top.
‘There’s breakfast waiting for you,’ Will told her when she emerged from the bedroom. ‘You must eat a healthy diet if you’re to stay fit. Where do you want to go today? Andreas says you’re doing a photo shoot this afternoon. I wondered if you want to go to the hairdresser’s or for a treatment of some sort?’
‘I hadn’t thought about it. I usually do my own. Can’t afford fancy prices.’
‘I have a new credit card for you to use. Andreas suggested it, and there’s a first class stylist nearby. I can drive you there after you’ve eaten. You can have a facial, a massage, any treatment you like.’
‘And I suppose it’s yet another of his businesses?’
‘Of course. You might like to buy some clothes too while you’re at it.’ Will was looking at her current outfit with a degree of displeasure.
‘What?’ she snapped. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’
‘Bit street market special, isn’t it?’
‘I can’t afford designer stuff all the time.’
‘Oh, but you can. There isn’t a limit on this card. Go and spend, love, while you can. Have fun. Make the most of the chance you’ve got. It may not last for ever.’
‘Won’t last long, is that what you’re implying?’
‘Not if the usual pattern emerges. But you are a bit different, I have to say. Most girls seem to back off after a couple of sessions.’
She went into the dining room to eat breakfast. Will served her a plate of bacon and eggs and told her to eat as much of the fruit as she could. She needed energy for the life she was about to lead. She eyed the card resting on the table. Clothes, shoes, expensive beauty treatments? All sounded good and she should probably make the most of it. Her wardrobe needed a revamp, and it looked as if she could actually do it right now. Though she really needed to know more about her benefactor’s general taste in clothing. She could hardly select things based on the fetish clothes he liked. Perhaps Will would advise her. He seemed to know about most things in Andreas’s life.
When she had finished all she could eat, she wandered into the corridor, expecting Will to bob out of his rooms,
but there was no one in sight. She went wandering along the corridor, opening doors and peering into the various rooms. She saw several sitting rooms and a massive dining room, besides the two they had used previously.
‘We have large dinner parties every now and then,’ Will said, creeping up behind her and making her jump.
‘Really? What sort of people come to those?’ Shoanna asked.
‘They’re business meals, usually. Various colleagues and senior people who are in the organisation. We get caterers in. There’s a limit to my capabilities.’
‘Sounds rather grand.’
‘Oh, it is. Evening dress and long gowns. I rather like it myself. Now, if you’ve seen everything you need, shall we go? I’ve booked you a hairdo and then I thought you might like to do some shopping.’
‘What clothes should I buy? What does Andreas like?’
‘Haven’t you got a pretty good idea already?’
‘Well, yes, but I mean things to go out in. Everyday things.’
‘Andreas doesn’t do everyday. Well-cut jeans and designer label shirts, I suppose. But I’m sure he’ll provide you with what you need. If he wants you to attend his diner parties or go anywhere, he’ll dress you himself.’
‘Is he always like this? Controlling? Demanding?’
‘He buys what he likes. He pays well, and unless you have great objections to anything, then go with the flow, dear. You should make the most of what’s available while you still can.’
Shoanna gave a shrug. She was completely out of her depth with this man she had fallen for. It wasn’t her nature to be a taker unless it suited her and, even then, only in a minor way. Odd presents. Pieces of jewellery, but nothing wildly expensive.
‘OK then. Let’s go.’
She spent the next couple of hours in the hair salon being trimmed, conditioned, coloured, and finally given a style suitable for any glamour shots she might need. Hardly the sleeked-straight look Andreas had suggested.
‘I gather the shoot is at two-thirty. I’ll come round to the gym to re-style you once the first shots have been done. I can do the make-up too.’
