Unleashing the Woman Within

by Loc Glin

  “To me you’re my girl, not my corporate executive.”

  She gave him a questioning look. What did he mean “my girl”?

  He motioned with his fork to her plate. “You stirred at it long enough. Now put some of it in your mouth. You need to keep up your strength for the rest of the evening.”

  “For the others?” she squeaked. Panic washed over her. She eyed that exit for about half a second before she bolted for it.

  She pushed the door open. She glanced over her shoulder expecting hot pursuit. Stephen was still in his seat. He was watching her intently. He was shaking his head in disbelief, or was he telling her no, don’t do it. She didn’t wait to figure it out. She rushed through the door and quickly closed it behind her. A mysterious and otherworldly darkness surrounded her. A thickness in the air made moving almost painful. She was only able to move about a hundred feet from the door before an overwhelming, hysterical, and unfounded panic filled her. A fraction of a second later she began to scream.

  The door opened. Stephen stood there. “Rowena, what’s the matter? Why are you screaming?” He sounded disappointed and a little angry, but concern was etched in his expression.

  She ran back to the door and into his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me it would be like that outside?” She sobbed when the pain and anxiety subsided.

  He wrapped his arms around her. “Like what? He rubbed her back trying to comfort her. “You will feel better in a minute.” “What just happened?”

  “I’m not sure.” She sniffled and clung to him.

  He led her back to the table and handed her a napkin. “Blow,” he ordered.

  She obeyed.

  “Why did you run like that?”

  “I had to try to get away.” She turned her head into his chest.

  “No one is trying to keep you here. It’s against the rules.”

  “This place has rules?” Her voice was muffled by his chest.

  “Lots of them.” He breathed into her hair.

  “I find that hard to believe,” she sobbed quietly.

  “Rowena,” he whispered and then added even more quietly, “What am I supposed to believe about you?” He held her in a soft embrace.

  “Everything,” she murmured.

  Stephen pressed the back of her hand to his lips. “The next session is about to begin. We have to get back to the room.” He hugged her. With her hand in his, they returned to the room.

  * * * *

  Stephen gently clicked the handcuff closed.

  “Why are you doing this?” Rowena asked. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.” She struggled against the handcuffs.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but the instructions say to leave you naked, handcuffed to the bed, and blindfolded.”

  “Blindfolded?” she shouted and struggled harder. “I don’t want this! I don’t want to be blindfolded.”

  “It’s not your choice anymore.”

  “Stephen, please don’t do this,” she pleaded as he put the blindfold over her eyes. “Stephen!” she shouted in a panic.

  “It will be okay, baby. Just don’t try to take it off. You will make it really hard on yourself if you do. They want you blindfolded for their own reasons. Don’t give them an excuse to punish you.”

  “More spanking?” she asked, horrified.

  “Spanking, or worse. They may prefer the crop or the whip. We all know how to use them in a way that won’t break the skin. Just to let you know, it stings like hell. It makes my spanking feel like a caress.” He kissed her cheek. “I will try to get myself scheduled for later. Maybe I can do a trade. Remember your safe word.” He kissed her again and touched her hair. “Try to relax.”

  She heard the door open and close. “Stephen!” she screamed. “Please don’t leave me.”

  Chapter 4

  She was handcuffed, laying facedown on the bed. It seemed an eternity before the door opened. She’d tortured herself with the gruesome possibilities. At this point she was terrified.

  She heard the booted footsteps enter the room. They moved around. It sounded as though the person was collecting things. This was confirmed when she heard items being placed on the end table near the bed.

  “Stephen, is that you?” Her voice sounded frightened even to herself.

  No answer.

  “Please, Stephen.”

  “I am not Stephen, mon amour,” the masculine voice said in a thick French accent. “You may call me Philip. What are you to be called?”

  “Philip, let me go. This is all a misunderstanding.”

  The crop hit her ass with a stinging whack. She screamed.

  “What are you to be called?” Philip repeated. He sounded annoyed.

  “Rowena, call me Rowena,” she said, fighting back the tears. He was a brute.

  “Very well, Rowena.”

  Her name on his lips sent tingles down her spine. He said it with a sexy purr.

  She heard the sound of clothing being removed. “What are you doing?” she asked in a panic.

  “Making myself ready for you.”

  “No, you can’t do that.”

  The crop hit her ass again. “No back talk, mon amour.”

  “Don’t do that. It hurts,” she screamed.

  “Mon amour, you are quite helpless like this. I would think you would want to please me, not anger me.”

  Thwack. The crop hit her ass again.

  “No,” she whimpered. “This can’t be happening.”

  He moved closer to her head. “It can, and it is.”

  He put his hand over her hand and squeezed. She breathed in. “Stephen, is that you?”

  No reply. “Stephen, please, is that you?”

  “Not Stephen, mon amour.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  He started to move his hand down her arm, a soft caress. “Believe what you will, mon amour. I will have my way with you regardless.”

  She breathed in again. It had to be Stephen. She couldn’t believe her body would react like this to someone else. His hand moved down her arm and across her shoulder. His fingers lightly brushed the exposed soft side of her breasts just under her armpit.

  She could feel his breath on her skin. “So soft,” he said as he kissed her shoulder. He moved, and she thought he was kneeling at the side of the bed. His hand traveled across her back, gently massaging. “Relax, mon amour. I want you to enjoy this.”

  She breathed in again. It was Stephen. She knew it was. He said people played games here. Maybe he was playing a game. “For you I’ll relax, Stephen. I don’t understand why I trust you, but I do. Play your game if you must.” Did she feel him tense up just a bit?

  He moved his hand lower to the cheeks of her ass. He flattened his palm and stroked the matching mounds of tender flesh.

  She released a sigh of pleasure.

  “So you like that, mon amour?”

  “You’re teaching me to.”

  “I will teach you many things if you let me.”

  She shuddered. Her pussy throbbed. What was it about this man? “Teach me, Stephen.”

  “Philip,” he corrected.

  “Have it your way. Teach me, Philip.”

  He tapped the crop on her heel softly, and then with more authority. “Your feet are not restrained. If you kick me, I will react harshly. Do you understand?”

  “I understand.”

  “What do you understand?” He nipped the cheek of her ass.

  “You will beat me if I kick you.”

  “Very good, Rowena, you learn quickly.”

  “I have a good teacher, Stephen.”

  The crop came down on her ass again, more gently this time, but it stung all the same.

  “Philip,” she corrected.

  The crop made circles on the cheeks of her ass and then slid between them. “I will explore this area tonight.”

  “If you must,” she said and sighed with resignation. “As I said before, this will be the first time.”

  “You will enjo
y it, Rowena. I promise.”

  The way he said her name excited her almost as much as touch.

  He laid the crop on the end table near her head. “The crop will be handy should I need it,” he warned.

  She nodded.

  He lifted her hand to the top of the brass headboard, pulling her up as he did so. “Get onto your knees and hold on to this with both hands.”

  She struggled to her knees. Both hands were wrapped around the top of the brass headboard.

  “Move to the side.” His hands directed her.

  She felt the bed dip and heard it creak as he lay down. The pillows moved as he made adjustments to them.

  “Sit on my face,” he ordered. “I want to lick your pussy until you are dripping your desire into my mouth.”

  She should be embarrassed. A dripping pussy sounded so dirty. Desire would be her juices and perhaps her cum. He was going to lick her until she came. The thought of it made her hot. “I can’t wait, Steph— Philip.”

  He helped her leg across his chest and guided her into position. His hands massaged the cheeks of her ass and her hips before one moved on to her stomach and then to her mons. She imagined he used his thumb to lightly massage that sensitive area.

  The hand on her hip pressed her down until she felt his tongue inside the lips of her pussy. Now with both hands on her hips he pressed her to his mouth. He tongued her length as he guided her hips up and down. He held her still when he teased her clit with his tongue. She soon picked up the rhythm and began undulating on her own. His hands began to roam her body. She moaned her pleasure.

  His hands fondled her breasts and the cheeks of her ass. He slid one hand over her ass to the wet hotspot of her pussy. He explored there a moment, picking up some of her slick heat. He moved that hand back up to her anus, and massaged the tight opening with his wet and slippery finger. He held her still as he sucked on her clit and pressed his finger into her anus.

  She jerked and bucked as she shuddered in her release. “Oh, my God. That felt good,” she whispered in surprise.

  “Then you like to take it in the ass?” he asked, kneading the cheeks of her ass with his hands and pressing them together around her anus.

  “No, I mean I don’t know.”

  “It appears that you do.”

  She smiled. “I suppose it does.”

  “We will explore that possibility.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you need to know. You will be filled with pleasure, mon amour. Trust me.”

  “You’ve been right about everything so far. My ass is in your hands.”

  “You speak the truth.” He pinched the cheeks of her ass. She jumped just slightly.

  He pressed her pussy into his mouth and tongued her clit until she was lost to the sensation. “You are ready.” He moved from underneath her and off the bed.

  After a moment she heard him next to the bed. He moved her hand down the brass post she was handcuffed to. “Hold your hands here. You’ll need to support yourself. Lower your chest to the bed. I want your ass in the air teasing me.”

  She never thought about teasing a man before. She was always too busy trying to make them take her seriously. She stuck her rear end up as far as it would go. “Is this good?” She wiggled her ass for affect.

  “Very, mon amour.” His voice was husky, filled with desire. It thrilled her.

  He climbed onto the bed behind her. He tongued her anus. “This will be sweet. Your ass is very tempting.”

  “Are you going to fuck my ass?” She was a little afraid of what he might answer.

  “No, if this is your first time, we will prepare your ass instead. There is a small toy here. We will use that. It will stay in place while I fuck you properly.”

  She heard something squirt. K-Y Jelly or another lubricant she presumed.

  “This may be cold,” he warned.

  The K-Y Jelly was cold, an odd sensation both stimulating and revolting at the same time. He massaged her anus in an unhurried motion until she began to relax. He leaned over her. His arm went around her waist. His fingers found her pussy. He began to massage her clit with the same rhythm he massaged her anus.

  It didn’t take long before she was pushing against his fingers, accepting the pressure and seeking more. The cold butt plug made her pause for a moment. The plug replaced his finger, and he continued his gentle persuasion.

  Slowly he worked the plug into her ass as he murmured soft words in French. The sound of his voice and the encouraging hot, sexy words that he spoke in English, not to mention his expert fingers massaging her clit, worked her into a sexual frenzy. She was moaning and needed release when her anus closed tightly around the neck of the plug.

  “There, mon amour. You have taken the whole thing. Now I will fuck you properly.”

  She heard the wrapper tear. She knew he was putting the condom on. “Hurry, please. I want your cock now, Stephen.”

  He slapped her ass.

  “Philip,” she screamed. “Philip, please fuck me.”

  “Yes, mon amour. I will do that. It will be my pleasure.”

  Gone was the slow, teasing entrance he put her through earlier. He fed himself into her as a snake would strike its prey, one quick and deadly thrust. He pulled her hips to him lifting her knees from the bed.

  “Mon amour, I have been anticipating this moment. You are so tight with both entrances filled. Can you feel my cock throbbing inside you?”

  She was lost to the new sensation. All she could do was mumble incoherently.

  “I take that as a yes. And I take it that you want more.”

  “I want more,” she was able to get out.

  He withdrew and thrust inside her again. There was a hunger building inside her. She became wanton and out of control. “Yes, again, do it again,” she screamed.

  He chuckled. “You like to be the boss?”

  “Yes, no…No, not here, not with you. I’m just so hot I want you to fuck me. I want you to know I am yours to play with and fuck as you will. Teach me these things, Stephen.”

  He slapped her ass.

  “Philip,” she screamed as she exploded.

  “Yes, you like to be spanked.”

  She was breathing hard and fast. He didn’t let her recuperate. He continued to pump, hard and fast. Deeper than any man had ever been before. He was touching her uterus with each in stroke, such exquisite pain, pleasure. He pulled her to him with each inward thrust. She clung to the headboard for support. She opened herself up to him.

  “Yes, I feel you accepting me now. You have learned to be submissive. Now you can appreciate your special role.”

  “Yes, you are the master here. Fuck your slave. Make her come.”

  He laughed. “In this I will obey you.”

  He pumped her. The bed creaked. She moaned and screamed her desire.

  “Yes, Rowena. Come for me. I am about to join you.” He let out a guttural cry.

  His cock pulsed his ejaculation. She joined him in shared bliss.

  She floated back to reality. He pulled his cock out.

  “The next man will be very lucky. You are primed and ready to fuck. You are hot and want it. You are one sexy bitch, Rowena.” He slapped her ass, a playful tap.

  It was absurd, but his words made her smile. She felt stupidly happy and pleased with herself. Any other time being called a bitch would be an insult. But being called a sexy bitch by Stephen made her feel special. She felt as if she’d reached a goal she wasn’t aware she was striving for. It was as if she’d achieved a high honor, and doing that satisfied a part of her she’d long ago abandoned for her career. That satisfied the female in her.

  Then his words sank in. “The next man?”

  “Yes, mon amour. Your third lover waits for you.”

  “Third lover?” This couldn’t be. He wouldn’t abandon her to another man. Not now. Not after all this. “Philip,” she said in a panic.

  “Yes?”

  “Please, tell Stephen I want him to come
back.” Desperation laced her voice.

  “I will tell him, but he may not have control over the situation. If I were he…I would want to come back to you.”

  She heard him zip up his pants. She was still on her knees. He kissed her ass and then whispered in her ear.

  “You have a lovely ass, Rowena. Someday I would like to fuck it.”

  She felt her face color. She wanted that, too.

  Chapter 5

  She heard the door open. “Who’s there?” she asked.

  Booted footsteps crossed the room. The bed shifted as someone sat on the mattress.

  “Stephen?” she asked hopefully.

  The handcuffs were unlocked, and a gentle touch removed the blindfold. She blinked. The room was bright compared to the darkness behind the blindfold.

  Stephen’s grinning face came into view. She launched herself into his arms. “I’m so glad to see you.” She sighed as she relaxed into his arms.

  “I’m glad to see you, too.” He put his arms around her and hugged. “Philip wouldn’t trade with me, but Enrique did. So I am here. You are mine for the rest of the evening. Are you hungry, Rowena?”

  “Hungry for you, Stephen, Philip, whatever your name is.”

  He looked at her strangely.

  “Stephen, I know you and Philip are the same person. I don’t know exactly how, but I feel it. If it turns out that I am wrong…Well, I’m going to keep telling myself it was you. I’ll be able to handle it better that way.”

  “Then…you believe what you want to believe, Rowena. In the end it doesn’t matter.”

  “It matters to me.” She moved out of his arms.

  “Why?” He looked at her with confusion written all over his face.

  “Because someone in my position doesn’t have sex with two strangers in one night. She doesn’t get spanked either.”

  “What you mean ‘position’? Your ‘position’ looks good to me. I like you naked and ready to fuck.”

  “You don’t know anything about me, Stephen. This naked woman that’s been in your arms is a fish out of water. This is so far from my lifestyle. So far from the way I live on a day-to-day basis it isn’t even funny.”

  “This isn’t how I live on a day-to-day basis either. This is how I spend my leisure time. This is how I play.”