Working It Out

by Trojan, Teri

  She smiled. Now she had worked out what was going on, she was more accepting.

  ‘I hope I have given satisfaction,’ she said softly as the men rose to leave.

  ‘I look forward to Saturday,’ Miklos said, kissing her fingers. He looked down at them. ‘I look forward to seeing what magic these fingers can work. I hear excellent reports of your abilities. I hope to see you in virginal white, to match your name.’

  ‘I look forward to it,’ she murmured. You’ve no idea how much, she was thinking. Just wait till I’m in charge.

  ‘And I shall see you on Monday,’ Davide told her. ‘I have no preference to costume.’

  ‘I’ll do my best to please.’ As soon as they had gone, she went into the kitchen to see if there was any food left. She’d had only water since lunchtime. Andreas couldn’t starve her like this. If she was supposed to submit to his will, the least he could do was to feed her decently. There was some wine left, but on an empty stomach it could be lethal. There was no food. Angrily, she went down the corridor and along the main kitchen. At the very least, she could eat the piece of cheese.

  Andreas came in, having seen off his guests.

  ‘What the hell was that all about?’ she demanded.

  ‘I wanted to see how long you’d last without blowing your top. You did well.’

  ‘You realise I haven’t eaten all day? I’m practically fainting here.’

  ‘I wanted to see how much self-control you could exercise. You did very well.’

  ‘My punishment for not doing what you wanted this afternoon?’

  ‘You did exactly what I expected. I know that I can now trust you completely.’

  ‘Good. So do I get fed now?’

  ‘I’ll consider it. But you have more duties first. I require some pampering. As my body slave, you have to minister to my needs.’

  ‘Don’t push me any further, Andreas. I mean it. You’re reaching my limits of endurance. I’ll play your games if you play fair by me.’

  ‘My, my. Rebellion. OK, I’ve teased you long enough. Go and sit at the table. I’ll bring you food. There’s wine in a cooler.’

  She went to the small room next to the kitchen and sat down. She poured some champagne and sipped it slowly. He came in with a laden tray.

  ‘Put your hands on your lap. No touching. If you try to help yourself I shall tie you.’ He began to feed her, spearing pieces of succulent chicken on a fork. He pushed pieces of asparagus into her mouth, suggestively moving his body towards her as he did so. He gave her salmon, prawns, and, finally, his favourite dessert of pieces of fruit dipped in brandy.

  ‘Good girl. You see, good behaviour gets rewards. I’m wondering what to do with you now. Shall I take you to bed or do you need your lessons really reinforcing?’

  ‘Bed sounds nice.’

  ‘Greedy girl. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.’

  ‘I am exhausted. I don’t have the energy for any long games tonight. Do you realise how hard I’ve worked all day?’

  ‘Then I shall have to lie you down and enjoy myself while you rest.’

  He led her to his room with the four-poster bed and stripped off the dress. He tossed it to the ground and pushed her onto the bed. She was still wearing the jewels, but he removed the earrings, dropping them onto the dressing table. She lay back, watching him. He took off his own clothes and stood over her, his erection already quite spectacular. She slid her legs apart, expecting him to plunge into her. Already moist with anticipation, she reached for him.

  ‘Oh no. I know what havoc those hands can wreak.’ He pulled out long silk scarves and looped them round her wrists, fastening her to the bedposts. He tied her feet to the opposite posts and she lay open to him, powerless to move.

  ‘Think I’ve been here before,’ she murmured.

  ‘I hope that isn’t a complaint. I was being thoughtful, using soft silk instead of chains or handcuffs. Any more of that and I shall have to gag you. In fact, yes. A gag and possibly a blindfold too. Then you won’t know what is happening next.’

  She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but knew if she protested he’d do it anyway. Better to acquiesce gracefully. She looked at him, a spark of excitement showing in her eyes. However tired she had been feeling, now the thrill of what was happening was beginning to take hold. He knelt over her as he fastened another silk scarf round her mouth, lifting her head to wrap it beneath her and then to tie it firmly in place.

  ‘You can breathe properly, can’t you?’ he asked. She nodded, unable to utter a sound. She felt herself heating along the length of her body with an anticipatory thrill close to an orgasm. He stroked her, running powerful hands along the inside of her thighs and causing shivers to rush through all of her body. He bent his head to nip the soft skin and she groaned, but it was a silent groan. She tried to raise her head slightly to see what he was going to do next. Fatal move.

  ‘You’re being too curious.’ He took another scarf and blindfolded her. She lay helpless. Unable to see or speak, even her hearing slightly impaired by the scarves. It was a weird, thrilling feeling. He moved away from her. She strained to hear where he was, every nerve tingling at the thought of what was coming. She heard the drawer open and he took something out. She lay waiting for what might be coming. The tension was becoming unbearable.

  ‘Are you still so very tired?’ he asked.

  She squeaked and shook her head. Get on with it, she was willing him. She felt him touch her breasts, circling her nipples with a thumb until they stood erect and firm. Suddenly, she almost screamed as she felt something grip them hard. It was pain and intense pleasure at the same time.

  ‘Have you used nipple clamps before? I thought not. Stimulating, aren’t they?’ She wriggled slightly, unsure of what she might be trying to convey. ‘But you’d like these. Being a perfectionist, I had them made to match your necklace. Emerald clusters, covering the dark tip of each breast. I’ve had some clever clips made that hold them in place perfectly. Just imagine them. You look fantastic.’ He moved again, and she felt something stretch her belly button. ‘Now, this one isn’t real. It would cost a fortune to fill that dent with a real emerald. But it looks good.’

  She was imagining the picture she made. Shoanna had no idea of what he was doing or putting on her. She only had his word for the items he was using. She was getting used to the nipple clamps and they didn’t hurt any more. She relaxed and waited for something else to happen.

  ‘Have your breasts got used to the clamps? I think they should have done.’ She felt him attach something to each of the clips and give a slight tug. She groaned as the pleasure-pain rushed through her. He fastened something round the top of her thighs and pulled it tight. She felt a chain of some sort dragged down the length of her body from the nipples and attached to bands round her thighs. If she moved at all, there was a drag on the clamps and she could barely control herself. If it hadn’t been for the gag she might have yelled out.

  ‘Now I think you are ready for me.’ She felt his fingers push into her vagina and he rubbed against her clit. ‘God, but you’re wet. Soaking.’ She felt him lowering himself on top of her and squeaked at he pressed harder on her breasts. The chain tugged against the clamp and gave her sensations she’d never experienced before. He pushed into her, harder and harder, and seemed to fill her entirely. She felt him tug on the chains round her thighs, sending waves of heat through and through her body. She braced to him and allowed him to pump himself into her. Not that she had any choice in the matter. His fingers pressed the emerald or whatever it was in her navel and it stretched until she thought she might tear. He finally reached his peak and she lay panting, as orgasm after orgasm thrashed through her.

  Andreas lay still, his weight crushing her so she could scarcely breathe. She almost willed him to stay still, knowing every move could bring new waves of pain over her tortured nipples. He moved gently, unfastening the blindfold and the gag. She gasped for air and screwed her eyes against the brig
htness of the light.

  ‘So how was that?’ he asked, still panting slightly.

  ‘Quite different. Painful at times.’ She raised her head to look at the nipple clamps. They really were clusters of emeralds surrounding the tips of each breast. There was a small ring on the crown of each which was attached to the chains round her thighs. She stretched to look, and cried out in pain.

  ‘Each time you move, you pull on the clamps. Once you’re used to it, it can be very erotic. You could even have them pierced if you wanted. Some people find it a real turn-on.’

  ‘No way. I don’t do piercing. Apart from my ears.’

  ‘I’m not suggesting it. Just mentioning it. You might like to wear the clamps most of the time. Then each time you rub against anything, you can think of me.’

  ‘I don’t think they’ll ever be a permanent attachment. But at times, yes. I’ll wear them for you.’

  He unfastened the chains and finally released her from the scarves. He smiled, hooked the long earring into the loops, and asked her to stand so she could see the effect. The weight of the earrings tugged gently, stimulating her at even the slightest movement.

  ‘See the little things I do to give you pleasure?’

  ‘I look like a cheap stripper in a bar,’ she muttered.

  ‘Nothing cheap about those appendages. Have you any idea what emeralds cost in the world market? And they’re set in gold. And they are yours. A welcome gift to bring you to my house.’

  ‘I’m not sure I can accept them, in that case. I won’t be bought, you know.’

  ‘Then see it as payment for my wrestling session with you this afternoon. I hope this doesn’t mean you’re going to be awkward about receiving presents. I have several things in mind for you. For example, your new car is being delivered tomorrow. I need you to be mobile. And we need to sort out space for your accommodation. Will can fetch your clothes and anything else you need. Now, I need to sleep.’

  ‘Am I allowed to undress?’ she asked, pointing at the jewellery that hung on her.

  ‘I suppose. But keep the clamps on. It pleases me.’

  ‘Suppose I drag them off when I’m asleep? You could lie on them and hurt yourself.’

  ‘As you like. Maybe I’ll get some different ones made for you. Smoother ones.’

  ‘Let’s sleep now. Please.’ She dumped everything onto the side table, wondering how much money he’d spent on that little lot. Probably the equivalent of a year or more of her old salary. She touched her nipples once they’d been released. Along with other parts of her anatomy, they felt sore but very sensitive. She’d certainly been well fucked and covered all the bases today. Dominant. Subservient. Submissive. Held in bondage. Covered in expensive jewels. Life had become exciting and very complicated. For how long was it going to last? she wondered.

  It was early the next morning when they awoke together. Their bodies were entwined, despite having fallen asleep apart. It felt comfortable and intimate.

  ‘You’re awake at last,’ Andreas murmured. ‘I kept still, not wanting to wake you. I need a swim. Are you up for it?’

  ‘I think so. I’m not properly awake, really. Where are you planning to go?’

  ‘To the pool, of course. I suppose you were unaware of the pool? It’s in the basement.’

  ‘Goodness. I think you mentioned it once before but I forgot. What else is lurking within these walls?’

  ‘Oh, you’ll see one of these days. There’s a robe in the bathroom. Come on.’

  He took her through the gym and down some stairs at the rear. A long, slightly narrow pool filled most of the basement. It was lit from above, and by lights inside the pool.

  ‘Wow. And to think I never even knew this was here. How fantastic. Something out of a dream to have your own pool.’ She dropped the robe and plunged in naked. ‘I’ve never swum naked in a pool. Skinny dipping in the sea was something we did on holidays but here, in a pool like this, it’s wonderful. Free and invigorating.’

  ‘You’re not a bad swimmer.’

  ‘I love it. Always have.’ She turned and raced up and down, leaving Andreas behind.

  ‘I’m going to have to improve, I can see. Can’t have you beating me at anything.’

  ‘This could prove a whole new playground for us.’

  ‘Have you had sex in water?’

  ‘Well, yes. Usually in the sea where it’s possible to drown if you’re not careful.’

  ‘I look forward to it.’

  ‘I can’t believe you haven’t tried it,’ she said.

  ‘Strangely enough, no, I haven’t. Whatever you think of me, there are many things I haven’t done. I’ve never had anyone quite as compliant as you are. You are unique in every way. Physically so very fit, and with a sexual appetite to match my own.’

  ‘Heavens. Such praise. I’ll start to think you actually care.’

  ‘Don’t get too many ideas about our future. Not at this stage. We have many miles to travel yet and many new things to explore. I have never anticipated settling down with one woman. But I haven’t met anyone quite like you before. I couldn’t believe how well you took my terrible treatment of you last night. Serving my friends like that was something of a test. It was my punishment for the way you fought me yesterday. Domination of a different style, and you were submissive in a way I wouldn’t have believed possible.’

  ‘I was pushed, you know. I realised it was some sort of punishment and went along with it. You did reward me later. But in the afternoon, I was trying to be professional. Doing the job you had me trained to do.’

  ‘You will be a sensation, I know. The two men were delighted at the prospect of fighting you. Miklos is to be your first real client. Don’t let me down. Anderson will collect his payment and sort out the paperwork. Play him well and he could be your doorway to great success. He has many contacts.’

  ‘I’m nervous about it. He’s a large man. Suppose I can’t overpower him?’

  ‘He will want to be overpowered. He wants to be held. He adores head scissors and will want you to clasp him in every way possible. Use your feet and ankles, knees, thighs, arms … Anything you think of.’

  ‘I’ll do my best,’ she assured him. ‘I’m sure it helps, knowing his favourite moves.’

  ‘Good girl. Now, let’s just see if I can beat you over four lengths. Then we’ll have breakfast and I can start my working day.’

  ‘You still haven’t shown me my rooms. I’d like to get myself settled. Collect my clothes and bits and pieces.’

  ‘Will can show you. I’ll give you the room next to mine, with an adjoining door. Makes it simpler. But don’t worry that I will intrude on you without asking. You’ll have your privacy. I will only come to you when invited. I expect the same.’

  ‘Very well. Now, are you ready to be beaten?’

  ‘They raced up and down the lengths of the pool and Shoanna led him all the way. He didn’t like it, and vowed to go into training.

  ‘It’s all right. I won’t rub it in.’ She laughed. ‘You can’t be top dog in everything.’

  He glared at her.

  ‘I don’t come second in anything I do. Stand by the jets bringing the water into the pool. Let it play over your pussy.’

  She stood still, feeling the jets playing over her. She felt herself growing hot at the stimulation, and even managed a slight orgasm. Andreas laughed.

  ‘You’re insatiable, dear girl. I love it. Now, I shall go and shower. I’ll see you at breakfast.’

  She swam lazily along once more and climbed out. There was a shower at the side of the pool, so she washed herself and put on the robe. She found her way to the room where she had changed the previous evening and dressed in the same clothes again. It would be good to have her own things here and be able to choose what she would wear. If Andreas disapproved, then she would go shopping and buy what pleased him.

  She paused. What was she doing? Tying herself to one man and doing everything to please him? What had happened to the normally
feisty girl who pleased herself? Actually, wanting to please him gave her pleasure too. He was rousing feelings in her that she hadn’t known even existed. Everything they had done together was exciting. He had offered her a future, however short-term, that would give her everything she had ever wanted. She gave herself a thumbs up in the mirror as she went past it.

  ‘So, do you have any plans for today?’ Andreas asked as they ate a large breakfast together.

  ‘I hoped to move my stuff over here, if Will can drive me.’

  ‘He’ll take you to my garage. I assume you can drive?’

  ‘Well, yes, of course. I only share a car, as you know. Bit of an old banger, really, but I can certainly drive.’

  ‘You do have a car of your own now. It will be ready for you today.’

  ‘How come?’

  ‘I told you I was getting one. I’ve ordered you a sports car. Not a huge or expensive one, but one which will give the right image. You need to be independent.’

  ‘It’s kind of you, but I couldn’t possibly accept it.’

  ‘Not kind. Practical. I need you to be mobile. Some clients will want you to meet them in their own homes or their own gyms. You accepted the jewels yesterday.’

  ‘Well, only because you insisted.’

  ‘You still wore the one in your navel, I noticed.’

  ‘I’d forgotten it. It’s lodged quite firmly there.’

  ‘If you like it, I’ll put something more valuable in there. That is only a paste copy.’

  ‘See? There you go again. Always trying to give me things. Making me grateful to you so I don’t abuse your hospitality.’

  ‘You’ve got it wrong. I only give you things that give me pleasure. I like to think of you wearing something so intimately, and I’ll enjoy seeing it when you’re naked. The car is different. I can’t have you needing to be driven all the time. The car releases Will to do what I want him to do.’

  ‘Well, thank you. I’ll treat it as your property that I can borrow at any time. It will be great to be mobile again. I’ll collect my stuff and move in.’