by Ann Summers
‘No!’ Jenna pushed the other woman away. Tania bowed her head, chastened. ‘My game, my rules.’
Tania nodded. She stayed still as Jenna stripped her. Her red dress hooked over her head to reveal lacy crimson panties but no bra. She looked into Jenna’s eyes, her plump lips parted slightly, her pupils so dilated that her eyes were two black pools. Jenna’s gaze travelled down to Tania’s nipples, round and firm as Kalamata olives, on top of soft, C-cup tits. The flesh of Tania’s breasts wobbled as she shook with desire and anticipation.
Tenderly, Jenna unravelled the belt from around Tania’s neck. It was like a scarlet snake. Holding the buckle in her hand, she flexed it in front of Tania and watched those nipples swell a little more, lifting the breasts which rose and fell dramatically with Tania’s deep and urgent breathing. With a sharp crack, Jenna brought the makeshift whip down onto the wooden floor. Tania began to moan to herself in Portuguese.
‘Christ, look at you, you slut,’ said Jenna, stalking around Tania’s naked and trembling body. ‘You can’t wait for me to touch you. You like this, don’t you? Anyone could find us here. If we were exposed, the scandal could bring down the government. But I can control you. You’ll do anything I want you to, won’t you?’
Tania nodded again, her mouth lolling open. Jenna noticed that she still wore her earrings, hugely expensive diamonds which threw sparkles of light onto terracotta skin. ‘I bet you like it so much you could come right now if I flicked your clit, couldn’t you?’ Tania nodded again. Jenna brandished her belt again, knowing that Tania wanted nothing more than to feel the sharp smack of patent leather on her juice-slicked clit, but instead opted for a teasing tap on the underside of the woman’s breast.
Tania’s breast wobbled and Jenna nodded with approval as a tiny red mark appeared. She repeated the process several times, until a criss-cross of whip marks tracked the surface of Tania’s breasts, like the spiky geometric petals of an exotic flower, the nipple unscathed at its centre.
‘I like to see my bitches branded,’ said Jenna, going over her territory and delivering a rapid but devastating series of blows onto the already tender flesh. A musky scent from between Tania’s legs began to fill the room, sweeter and more seductive than any flowers could ever be.
‘Brand me!’ whispered Tania. ‘Make your mark! Don’t stop.’
‘Christ, you’re a slut.’
Jenna turned her attention to the back of Tania’s body. The next blows she delivered to Tania’s peachy ass. The swelling of Tania’s behind only served to emphasise her tiny waist. She was moaning softly in Portuguese again. Jenna had to put a stop to that. While she liked to see people out of control and murmuring so much that they reverted to their mother tongues, like in a dream, Tania could have been saying anything under her breath, and that meant Jenna wasn’t in control. Swiftly, she adjusted her grip on the belt so that the next slap she gave Tania’s thighs landed buckle-end down. The imprint of the metal clasp on Tania’s flesh was instant and gratifying. Tania began to pant like a bitch on heat.
‘No!’ shouted Jenna, loud enough for the policeman outside the front door to hear. ‘Your dirty little mouth is allowed to speak English words only. If you’re going to beg me, I want to know about it.’
‘I’m sorry,’ said Tania. ‘I was just thinking how much I want to see you naked.’
‘Stupid bitch,’ said Jenna with a snarl. ‘That’s for me to decide. Slut.’
Pulling Tania by a coiled lock of black hair, Jenna whipped her around and marched her over to the mirror which dominated the room. Tania stared at their double reflection, the strapping young woman in the crisp suit dwarfing the elegant, dark-skinned woman who remained naked but for diamonds on her ears and wrists.
‘Spread your legs,’ ordered Jenna. Tania did so submissively, honey-coloured thighs parting company to reveal a dark pink pussy. The smell of Tania’s arousal became stronger instantly and forced a droplet of cream from Jenna’s own pussy. OK, Jenna, she told herself, stay in control. Concentrate on Tania and your own arousal will come naturally. She threaded the skinny belt between Tania’s open legs, ran it back and forth along Tania’s vulva. She clearly adored the slight friction of leather against the downy hair on her opening.
‘Please, I’m going to come soon,’ begged Tania. ‘Please let me.’
Jenna knew it was time to withhold the pleasure.
‘I haven’t had my fun yet,’ she said. What to do now? Her thoughts turned again to the silver sculpture on the plinth and a cruel smile spread across her lips as she realised what it reminded her of. Not a shoehorn at all but a double-headed dildo.
‘Tania, you really are one dirty slut,’ said Jenna, removing it from its plinth. It was gratifyingly heavy. ‘You keep this double dildo in here waiting for someone like me to come and get your hole wet and share it with you, don’t you?’
Jenna could see from the shock on Tania’s face that the possibility had genuinely never occurred to her.
‘It was a gift,’ stammered Tania. ‘From a client. It’s worth a lot of money, I’m not sure we should …’
‘I’ll decide what we do with it, bitch,’ snapped Jenna. ‘And we’re going to share it.’ She placed it back on its plinth and began to undress, emotionless and businesslike, as though she were disrobing for a medical inspection. She stepped out of her shoes and panties, then took off her jacket and skirt which she folded neatly and set down on a purple chaise longue. She removed her silk vest: she wanted to feel the soft swell as their breasts met and pressed into one another.
Even barefooted, Jenna still towered over Tania. She slid one hand between Tania’s legs, and inserted one, two, three, then four fingers inside the other woman’s dripping pussy that seemed to have its own pulse. ‘Fill me up,’ begged Tania. ‘I want you to fill me up.’ Jenna beckoned her fingers inside Tania’s cunt, felt the raised rough bean of flesh that was her G-spot, and provoked a fresh flood of moisture. Jenna removed her fingers.
‘It’s clear that you’re wet and ready for this,’ she said, picking up the silver sculpture again. ‘But you haven’t paid any attention to me yet. What are you going to do to get me wet?’
Like the experienced player she was, Tania dropped to her knees and, when Jenna raised one leg up onto the edge of the chaise longue, accepted the unwritten invitation to lick and suck at her clit. Jenna let herself enjoy it. No matter how much you boss a man around, only a woman can ever really know how to kiss a clit or a nipple, she thought, as Tania’s pink tongue explored the bald folds and crevices of Jenna’s pussy, flickering nimbly over a clit which was fast doubling in size and sensitivity, and releasing a flood of Jenna’s juice onto Tania’s face. When Tania came up for breath, her lipstick was smeared and her eye makeup smudged. She looked beaten, debased, just the way Jenna liked her sluts to look.
Jenna dropped to her knees so that she was facing Tania. The two women exchanged a shy, intimate smile, both knowing that the best bit was to come. Jenna placed the double-dildo sculpture on the floor between their bodies. She slid her hand between her own legs, wiping some of her plentiful pussy juice onto the smooth chrome surface, enjoying its slippery coolness. She nodded at Tania, who began to do the same. Under Jenna’s command, both women raised themselves up on their thighs and hovered over the two tips of the sculpture. They both squirmed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the slippery surrender. Jenna pushed down on Tania’s shoulders hard, forcing her down on the dildo so that she was penetrated before she could even realise it was going to happen. Jenna relished the sound which began as a scream of discomfort as the cold chrome entered Tania’s slit, and turned to a moan of pleasure as her insides were filled and stretched to their limit.
‘Can you take it, slut?’ said Jenna. ‘Is it too much? Is your pussy too tight?’ Tania was lost in a trance of pleasure.
‘Look at your reflection,’ commanded Jenna, grabbing Tania’s chin and forcing her head around to face the room’s large, full-length mirror. When Tania opened
her eyes she saw Jenna also sink down onto her end of the makeshift double-dildo, feeling every inch of her hot throbbing cunt wrap itself around this metal shape.
Both women admired their lookalike bodies which now knelt opposite each other, the silver sculpture tucked away out of sight inside their cunts. Jenna extended her legs and wrapped her ankles around the small of Tania’s slender back. Their pussies rubbed together now, Tania’s dark luxuriant bush rubbing furiously against Jenna’s smooth mons, their clits occasionally touching, and something that felt like electricity passed between them. Their tits were clashing, slapping on each other’s skin, the light coating of sweat on their bodies on this summer afternoon making tiny kissing sounds. Jenna forced Tania’s head down onto her breast.
‘OK, slut,’ breathed Jenna, not taking her eyes off the fascinating image in the mirror, ‘you can come when you feel my orgasm. I’m not far off. But if you come before me, I’ll break that mirror. Do you understand?’ Tania intensified her mouthwork, sucking Jenna’s tits so hard that her kisses were almost bites, to show that she understood. Jenna could now finally abandon herself to pleasure. Grinding her clit into the silky hair of Tania’s mound, she pumped hard on the dildo. The massaging effect worked and she felt her cunt convulse around the smooth wet shaft. As she came, she pulled Tania’s head further into her breast, until it felt like her plump lips were wrapped around her whole tit. She drew her ankles hard around Tania’s waist, forcing Tania to accommodate another inch of dildo.
Jenna’s climax was only just beginning to subside when they heard footsteps outside which told them the men were on their way back. Tania hadn’t had her climax yet but self-preservation was more important than anything else. Pulling the sculpture out of them so fast it hurt, Jenna fumbled for Tania’s dress, used it to wipe the chrome clean, and replaced it on its plinth, hastily dressing and throwing the red dress at the Prime Minister’s wife. The pair were dressed in seconds. Jenna saw in the mirror that the look in her eyes was one of triumph but Tania’s face registered only misery and disappointment.
Casually, Jenna forced her hand between Tania’s legs and took her clit between thumb and forefinger, twisting as though fiddling with a dial on a radio, turning the tender bud almost 180 degrees. Just when she had given up hope of being allowed to come, Tania had her orgasm. Jenna felt her whole body shake against the mirror. A split second later, the PM and Alexander Louth knocked on the door and entered.
‘Ah,’ said the PM. ‘I take it Tania’s been showing you her art collection. I do hope she hasn’t bored you.’
Back in the car, Jenna wondered if Alexander was tired and maybe vulnerable. Jenna, reeking of sexual satisfaction and glowing with post-orgasmic bliss, got confident.
‘I fucked Tania while you were in with the PM, you know. I had her begging me to come.’
Alexander looked out of the window.
‘I had a similar experience when I was 18, in Sydney, where I come from. Do you want me to tell you about it?’
They pulled up outside their office door. Jenna put her hand on the door handle and went to leave the car. Abruptly, Alexander ordered the chauffeur to continue onto his flat, informing Jenna without looking at her that he would be working from home for the rest of the afternoon.
Jenna took her soaked panties from her pocket and dropped them on the seat next to her employer. She hid in the doorway and watched as the driver did a three-point turn in the road to take Alexander away towards his flat. Briefly, thrillingly, she glimpsed him with his nose to a piece of cotton, and his hand travelling down towards his lap. The dying ember of hope in Jenna’s heart flickered again and became a bright flame.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FOR THE REST of the week, Alexander communicated with Jenna only through telephone conversations and e-mail messages, even though he was only in the next room. That thick oak door became a symbol of Jenna’s frustration; she could feel his sexual energy radiating through it. She imagined him in there, secretly wanking about the things he wanted to do to her. She was sure that he was just as charged by this as she was. She had visions of using her kick-boxing skills to batter the door down and then forcing him to … oh, was there anything she didn’t want to do to him? She wanted to sit on his face and smother him, tie him up, hang him up. She wanted to put a collar and lead on him and force him to eat from a bowl. She wanted to brand every inch of his skin with her riding crop, and most of all she wanted to talk him into a big fat erection which she could then wrap her cunt around. Vivid mental images stopped her concentrating at work and kept her awake at night. She was desperate for a distraction.
Fortunately, Jacqueline was able to provide one in the form of the party of the year. She called Jenna at work, breathless with excitement because a brand new, purpose-built dungeon was opening on Saturday night, and she had VIP invitations in her hand.
‘Dan – the guy who owns the dungeon – wants me to bring some players who can really put on a show for newbies to the scene,’ explained Jacqueline. ‘I suggested you, me and Karl. Um, I said we might be able to put on a show. What do you think?’
‘Fuck, yeah,’ said Jenna. She had been waiting for permission to play with Jacqueline since she had first laid eyes on her, but had not anticipated three-way action with Karl, too. Karl … For once, Jenna welcomed his versatility, his ability to switch from top to bottom at the crack of a whip. Jenna envisaged a chain of domination, in which she enslaved Karl, who in turn dominated Jacqueline.
‘I’m so pleased!’ squealed Jacqueline. ‘And I haven’t even told you the best bit yet.’
‘It gets better?’ asked Jenna, who was having to sit on her free hand to stop her fingers drumming on her clit.
‘It does. Dan has given me a £1000 shopping budget. He says that we need to look sensational. So. What shall I buy?’
Jenna paused and considered her options.
‘Do you trust me, Jacqueline?’ asked Jenna.
Quick as a flash, the other girl replied, ‘With my money, or my body?’
‘A bit of both, actually,’ laughed Jenna. ‘I’ve got some ideas, but since I’ll be playing the dominatrix on the night, I’d like it to be a surprise for you and Karl. If you hand over the cash to me, I promise I will dress us up in a way that no one will ever forget.’ There was a few seconds’ silence, and Jenna heard Jacqueline’s breathing begin to grow deeper and raspy. She knew that she had got her way.
‘I’ll drop it off at your office later this afternoon.’ Jenna put the phone down happy. This was one shopping trip she was really going to relish. So what if Alexander wouldn’t bend to her will? The city was full of glittering, beautiful, decadent people who appreciated all she had to offer.
On Saturday morning, Jenna got up early and hit the gym for an hour or two. She wanted to make sure that she looked as good as possible this evening, and besides, a hard workout always made her feel bold and empowered. She headed straight from the gym into Soho, parking her motorbike in the midst of a group of male couriers. Dressed in her leathers, she was pleased to absorb the admiring glances from the men who hung around smoking roll-up cigarettes and drinking coffee from paper cups. Normally she would have flirted with them, but she didn’t have time today. She was on a mission.
Descending the steps of her favourite sex boutique, Jenna felt her mood soar even higher. Even the smell of this place turned her on; the distinctive whiff of leather and rubber and plastic mingled with the sensual oriental oils that sizzled in a lotus-shaped burner at the entrance. Becks, the proprietor of the shop, greeted Jenna like the loyal customer she was.
‘Jenna!’ cried Becks. ‘Good to see you. I’ve got some fantastic new red PVC gear in just your size.’
Jenna smiled. ‘Sounds great, I’ll try them on later. But first of all I’ve got to go shopping for a couple of friends of mine.’ She outlined her requirements, estimated Jacqueline’s measurements, hoping desperately that she had calculated correctly because the amazing garment that she eventually purchased w
ould leave no room for any error.
As for Karl, he was such a regular in this shop that Becks had no problems picking out clothes for him. Jenna spent a little over the £1000 budget that Jacqueline had allotted her, but left the shop with bulging carrier bags and a sense of excitement that made her extra outlay more than worthwhile. She strapped the bags on the back of her bike and revved the engine. As she tore through the London streets, planning tonight’s show, the warm seat of her motorcycle hummed with aggressive vibrations which rocked her clit and swelled her pussy.
Karl and Jacqueline turned up at Jenna’s flat at five minutes past eight. They were both dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts, although Karl had brought a sports bag with him that Jenna just knew was full of his own gear – he didn’t trust her. She was touched to notice that Jacqueline had brought no change of clothing, demonstrating a faith in Jenna’s judgement which boded well for the rest of the evening.
Jenna answered the door in her white cotton robe. Her party clothes were firmly in place underneath and her makeup was dramatic, but she wanted to unveil herself later.
‘Come in, come in, my darlings,’ she said, pouring each of her guests a flute of champagne. ‘I can’t wait for you guys to see what I’ve been shopping for today. The taxi is booked for half an hour, which I think is perfect. It gives you long enough to get changed, but you’re both going to look so horny that if we had any more time in my flat with you dressed in these clothes, we’d probably all fuck here and we’d never get to the club.’ The others laughed, but Jenna meant it. Tonight was going to be one of her most testing exercises yet in self-control. Just the thought of Karl wearing the harness she had carefully selected for him was enough to make Jenna wet and hot between the legs; she had already soaked two pairs of panties today. And as for the outfit she had selected for Jacqueline … Jenna did not even dare to allow herself to visualise it, not wanting to ruin that first moment.