by Madeleine Oh
She changed into a blouse and a denim skirt, guessing he’d want easy access, and reached into her underwear drawer and took out the flogger. It was beautiful, all bright pink and she longed to feel it on her skin.
She was going with him and going right now. She remembered just in time to take off her panties. Although she was tempted to leave them on to see what he’d do. Another time.
He was waiting by his car as Adele came downstairs. She swallowed. The sun on his dark hair gave it the sheen of polished ebony, his smile sent a thrill of anticipation right down to her cunt and his eyes lit up when he saw the flogger in her hand.
“Are you planning on walking through the street with that?”
“No, I thought you’d want to carry it.” In truth she hadn’t stopped to think. Should she have grabbed a bag for it?
“I do, but best not scandalize the Monegasques, to say nothing of the nice tourists.”
“I’ll get a bag.”
She was upstairs and back down as fast as she could, a small shopping bag in her hand. Somehow putting that flogger into a plastic Monoprix bag seemed a bit of a letdown but it did make a satisfying rustle as he pressed the tresses out of sight.
He opened the car door for her, nicely chivalrous but as she moved, he stopped her. “Just a minute. I need to check you obeyed my instructions. Bend over the car.”
Good thing she’d remembered. Cool air brushed her arse as he lifted her skirt and his warm hand stroked her naked flesh. She waited for a slap. It never came but her skirt stayed high. She was darn glad the gardeners didn’t work weekends.
“Very good. How does it feel, being naked under your skirt?”
“There’s bit of a breeze.”
He chuckled. “You’ll feel more than that when I get you there, but meanwhile, we need to get you in the mood. Stand up.” He kept hold of her skirt. “Get in the car. I want your bare bottom against the leather.”
The seat was warm from the sun but not uncomfortably so. Thank goodness it wasn’t July or August.
“Part your legs. I want your cunt open.”
Easy enough to do.
“Pull up your skirt so your knees show.”
“What if we get stopped for speeding or something?”
“I’ll tell the flics they can spank you.”
“The hell you will!” Games was one thing, getting manhandled by the police—even if they would do anything so outrageous—was another.
He looked down at her, pulled the seat belt over her shoulder and clipped it in securely. “You refuse to accept appropriate discipline, Adele?”
“If it might get us arrested, yes. I want to spend this evening in bed with you, not in a cell.”
“You have a point. One never knows with the Monegasques.” He kissed her cheek. “Keep thinking about that flogger coming down on your naked shoulders and how my cock will feel in your mouth when you kneel at my feet.”
She’d have trouble thinking of anything else. He was a marvel at the tease. That wasn’t all he was a marvel at. She looked sideways at his profile as he turned the car and headed up the steep drive to the wrought-iron gates that opened and closed automatically.
In minutes they were heading eastward and she relaxed against the seat, wriggling a little to find a more comfortable spot.
“Keep still,” he said, without taking his eyes off the road. “It’s not meant to be a comfortable ride. You wait until we get there and you have to sit on a wicker or wrought-iron seat.”
“You’re downright nasty.”
“And you love it.” He was grinning now. “Don’t you, my dear?”
It would be stupid, pointless and a bold-faced lie to deny it. “I sometimes wonder why?”
“It’s the way we’re made, Adele. I’m born to dominate and you’re made to submit. Best not to ask why, there’s no answer. Just enjoy what I’m going to do and accept what I want. It’s the easiest way for both of us. And that’s what you want too, right?”
“With a few exceptions. You can spank and use the flogger but I don’t want your belt.” The prospect scared her.
“Fair enough, but I promise you will, one day. Before long, you’ll beg for the kiss and caress of my belt on your bare skin.”
“Let’s wait and see about that!” And wait a long time, as far as she was concerned.
“I’m a patient man, Adele. I can wait. That lovely flogger will be quite satisfying for now.”
Her throat went dry. Why had she even mentioned it to him? Easy one, that. Because she’d longed to know what it felt like and deep in her heart, knew that with Branko it would be a sensual pleasure. She hoped.
* * * * *
He made good his threat about the wicker chair as they sat in the secluded courtyard and sipped on Kir Royales.
“What is this place?” she had to ask. It was a beautiful old stucco building and it seemed they had it to themselves, apart from the elderly couple who’d greeted them.
“One of Luc’s ventures. Ask Helen. I think he told her the whole story. Used to be a dinner and assignation club for Luc’s great-grandfather and his cronies. Nowadays it’s a way to make money. He lets out the dining room to businessmen who want to impress clients, and the upstairs, that’s reserved for very special friends.”
“And special employees?” Seemed as if Monsieur Prioux liked to treat his employees well. “It’s quite lovely here.”
“You could have been here last night if you hadn’t been so intransigent.”
“I had other things to do last night.”
“Yes, and most of them involved me.”
He was downright arrogant and so full of himself but he was right. “And tonight?”
He shrugged. “We will enjoy a superb dinner—the Rizzolis keep a very good kitchen—and then I will take you upstairs and give you a thorough flogging.”
Her breath caught and she had difficulty swallowing. Why did she react like this? She wanted this, needed it but was so all-around scared at the prospect. She took a slow breath. Swallowed and nodded. Words were still hard.
“It’s what you want, isn’t it, my dear?”
“Yes, but I’m scared. Will it hurt more than spanking?”
“It’s good to be scared, just a little. It will add to your anticipation, and will it hurt more? That depends on how hard I wield it.”
She knew that already. “Have you flogged many people?” Did she really want to know? Yes! She did not want to be the body he practiced on.
“Worried?”
“Yes. Have you?”
“Many times. I enjoy flogging but not as much as wielding my belt. I admit, that gives me a tremendous thrill but since you refuse that, I will put all my skill into flogging you and ensuring you are not disappointed.”
“How will you know?”
He smiled as he answered, “I will watch your reactions, Adele. I wonder if you will climax from the flogger alone. We’ll find out, won’t we?”
Dear God, that was a prospect.
* * * * *
She didn’t remember too much about the meal. Couldn’t swallow much, come to that. Her mind was one constant tangle of trepidation, excitement and anticipation, and having to sit bare-bottomed on the gilt chairs in the dining room didn’t help. She was so wet, she was sure she’d stand up and leave a damp patch.
“Worried?” Branko asked. “There’s no need to be. If you say the word, I’ll take you straight back to Les Santons. You have my promise.”
“I don’t want to go back. I want to stay but…”
“But what?”
“I’m beginning to wonder why I even mentioned that damn flogger.” Which right now waited, still in the crumpled plastic shopping bag, on a chair in the entrance hall. Waited for her to follow Branko upstairs to the rooms above.
He reached across the table and took her hands in his. “You mentioned it because you yearn for it. Why else did you keep it for yourself? And you hope I will give you want you want, even though part of you half-de
nies it. It’s the submissive paradox, my dear. You want to be flogged, need to be flogged but the prospect scares the willies out of you.”
“That’s about the measure of it.”
“Then perhaps, may I suggest we skip coffee and proceed upstairs?”
“I think I need the coffee.”
“As you wish.”
Two cups appeared at his signal. Adele swallowed hers in one gulp, like an Italian, and looked across at Branko.
“Better take me up upstairs before I chicken out.”
He did just that.
Of course, he had her carry the damn Monoprix bag.
The room was large and furnished with antiques, or very good copies. Under their feet was a thick pile carpet in pastel colors and across the room, doors opened to a balcony but what really grabbed her attention was the four-poster bed that dominated the room.
“What do you think?” Branko asked.
“It’s beautiful.” She walked over to the window and looked out at the courtyard below. “Wonderful. And Luc owns this?”
“Luc owns a great deal but he never minds sharing his largesse.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“I have but I’m not talking about that now. I want to talk about you. And what I plan to do to you.”
“Okay. What will you do, besides flogging me?” Her chest tightened as she asked. Why did the prospect excite and scare her so much at the same time? Branko was right, some things couldn’t be explained easily.
“Besides flogging, Adele?”
He crossed the room to stand beside her. “I’ll fuck you, maybe spank you. I can’t tie you down as I’ve no restraints but I can use this.” From his pocket he produced a butt plug. “Ever had one of these up you?”
She nodded. “Yes, but it’s been some time.”
“I’ll start with this little johnny then and when I deem you ready, I’ll insert his big brother.” He produced a second, bigger one. “It should stretch you nicely. Get you ready to take my cock. You are willing, Adele?”
Time for a slow, relaxing breath. It had been months since she’d been fucked there and she longed to feel him deep inside her. “I’m not sure I’m ready but I’m prepared to be readied. If you take your time.”
He kissed her. Not what she’d expected but she opened her mouth to his and his tongue caressed hers. Putting her arms around him, she pressed herself against him and deepened the kiss. God, he was good. She could kiss him all night except she wanted the rest he’d promised, so she broke the kiss, her heart racing as she looked up into his dark eyes.
“I’ll take my time,” he told her. “I’ll take so long you’ll be begging me to fuck your tight little arsehole.”
She didn’t doubt it. “Will that be before or after you flog me?”
“Oh after. I want your back and shoulders red and burning and your arse warm under my hands. Adele, this is going to take all night.”
“Is that a promise?’
“You are so cheeky,” he said. “I’ve never known a submissive to answer back like you do. I’m going to have to work you over and teach you obedience.”
She hoped so.
“What must I do?” she asked, lowering her eyes.
“First take a long, hot shower. I want your skin soft and still a little damp so you’ll feel the kiss of the flogger in every nerve ending. Once you are clean and naked you will kneel on the medallion in the center of the carpet, put your head on the floor and wait in that position until I return.”
The prospect thrilled and scared her. It was going to happen. He’d flog her and then… No, better concentrate on the flogging. One thing at a time.
“How long do I have?”
“As long as I choose to allow you, but you’d better be on the floor, head on the carpet when I return.”
“Or?” She had to ask.
“In that case, it won’t be just the flogger you feel.” He rubbed his belt buckle with two fingers. She got the message.
“I’ll be ready.”
“I hope so, for your sake, Adele.” And without another word or glance in her direction, he walked out.
She sat on the nearest chair and realized she was shaking.
This was going to be so much more than the spankings she’d had from him and other lovers. She’d been buggered before, not often but one lover had really enjoyed bending her over and taking her that way and she’d enjoyed the sensation of tightness and invasion and the wild climaxes that resulted, but she’d never been flogged. Tonight she was going to get it all. The flogging she’d fantasized about and on top of that, Branko was going to plug her and fuck her arse.
Part of her, the sane, sensible part, wanted to run but the overwhelming and sensual part of Adele Royer longed for his discipline and treatment and, most of all, longed for Branko’s cock.
She stripped and went into the adjoining bathroom.
It was downright sybaritic. A pity she didn’t have hours to indulge in the deep whirlpool bath and the vast shower. Better not take too much time but she would take full advantage of the scented shower gels and lotions. He wanted her skin soft and sensitive. She’d do her best. Even if she ended up regretting it once he plied the flogger.
Fifteen minutes later, skin warm and perfumed, she went back into the bedroom, took up position on the carpet as he’d ordered and knelt and bent over so her forehead touched the ground.
It was almost a yoga position, so she relaxed. At least most of her body relaxed, her cunt wouldn’t. There she was sopping wet with arousal and tingling with anticipation and her clit was close to throbbing. She was eager and ready for a thorough fuck, anywhere he wanted to go but guessed she might have hours before she climaxed.
She shut her eyes and waited, the only sounds in the room the thumping of her heart and the muted tick-tock of the gilt clock on the mantelpiece.
Until she heard the door open and Branko said, “Very good, Adele, very good.”
Chapter Twelve
Was he naked too? Or wearing those incredible thigh boots he’d had that first evening? She so wanted to know but kept her head down. Better not turn to look. He’d said head to the floor and that was what she’d give him.
“Very nice,” he said. “You follow direction well. Are you ready to feel the kiss of the flogger, my dear?”
“Yes.” He’d better start soon, before she chickened out.
“Good,” he said, as she felt footsteps approach. “You are in the perfect position for discipline, except for one little detail.” What the heck was that? She’d done as he’d said, hadn’t she? “You need to spread your legs a little. I want easy access to every opening.”
“Okay.”
“Then spread them, or do I need to do it for you?”
That voice! Adele responded as if by reflex, knees and thighs apart, head still low.
“Much better. Nicely exposed cunt, high arse, ready for action. Don’t you dare move.”
She’d expected a little more anticipation but right away cold lubricant was pressed into her arsehole and before she had time to gasp, a plug was rammed home.
No finesse or seduction here, just tightness and a sense of being stuffed. But above it all, she couldn’t hold back the sigh of pleasure at the sensation.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Branko, I do.”
“But you’ll like my cock more.”
“Indeed, I will.”
“You have to earn that, Adele. Earn it on your knees and by your submission. Are you prepared to do that?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good.” As he spoke he slapped her arse, right between the cheeks, shoving the plug even deeper for a moment. “How did that feel?”
“Tight!”
“It’s going to be tighter when my cock’s in there up to the hilt, isn’t it?” Oh please, yes. “Isn’t it, Adele?” he repeated, his tone much shaper.
“Yes, Branko, it will be and I want to earn that privilege.”
“W
hat privilege? Say it.”
“I long to enjoy the pleasure of your cock buggering me. I want what you can give me. I want…”
“You want a flogging, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Like this?” Branko asked, as he trailed the tresses down her back.
It took her a minute or two to reply, as her body responded to the touch of multiple tresses of soft suede slowly easing down from her shoulder blades to her rump and back. “That’s so wonderful.”
“You like it?” This time the tresses tickled her shoulders. He had to be brushing the ends over her skin.
“Yes.” She sighed. It was wonderful. The touch awakened nerve endings all over her body. Now it teased the small of her back, up to her shoulders and back down again. The tresses stroked under her butt cheeks and then up her spine. She gasped. She had been worried about this? It was incredible. He could do this all night and she’d be deliriously happy.
The tresses crossed her shoulders and caught the edge of her breast. She gasped, quite loudly this time at the unexpected sensation on her breast. She knew this wouldn’t be all, more and harder was coming and soon but for now, she closed her eyes to shut out the room and focus on the sensations in her body.
“So, my dear, does that hurt?”
“No, not yet.”
“I’ll have to see about that.”
This time the flogger came down much harder on her shoulders and she cried out.
“That better?”
That was one word to describe it. Just not the one she’d have used at this moment.
“It hurt.” Her skin still smarted from the touch of the lash but she knew that was nowhere near as hard as he could wield it, if he chose to.
“Not really. Before I’m through you will know what hurt is all about. Understand?”
“Yes.” She would soon anyway.
“You want me to proceed?”
It was up to her. Refuse and cut the scene short or acquiesce and feel what she’d dreamed of and get buggered as a reward.
“Please keep on, Branko.”
“Then brace yourself.”
This was flogging. Adele couldn’t keep quiet as he hit her shoulders from right to left in a steady rhythm. The suede tresses stung, building up to a burning across her skin, but he was skilled, each time her shoulders and upper back took the force, never her neck or arms. Had he practiced this? Obviously.