Part of what gave Daniel pleasure in their arrangement even when he wasn't there to witness it.
Near the beginning of their relationship she had made the mistake of getting dressed and unleashing herself when someone dropped by.
Daniel had obviously checked up on her and she got punished for that.
Rightly so.
He had tied her and whipped her so hard for that one.
But she had learned.
She learned her lessons quickly.
He installed a camera then - he loved the fact that he could watch her.
She had the best of everything in return, though, for being a good Kittie.
It wasn't like the lifestyle she chose came without rewards.
She wore the best clothes - when she was allowed to get dressed, she was smothered in diamonds - if they ever went out. She had an allowance that was more than she could ever earn doing a nine to five job.
She was like a beautiful bird kept in a beautiful cage.
The apartment was plush and she didn't want for anything.
She wouldn't complain.
She would do as she was bid.
She would be grateful for the mornings, when she got to touch Daniel and hold Daniel and feel like a normal person.
But their version of love wasn't abnormal - it was just individual.
It was theirs.
That's what made it special.
Daniel always told her how different she was from his wife, how happy it made him that she let him do the things that made him happy.
The things that hurt her... but then didn't love hurt?
She was sure it did.
She curled up on her cushion, leashed to Daniel's version of love.
Daniel's version of sex.
It might be different to her own, but then those were the sacrifices you made for love.
That's what made her better than his wife.
More special than his normal life.
That's why he loved her and kept her here.
Safe from other people.
Safe from other men.
Daniel was strong, powerful and successful
He owned his own group of companies, dealing in property, wine and acquisitions.
That's why he was safe in sending odd-job men or his bodyguards here when she was leashed up; he knew that no one would ever dare to question or defy him.
He was rich.
He was powerful.
He was damaged.
He was arrogant.
He was sexually aggressive.
He was hers and she loved him.
Chapter 2
Will woke up with a blonde draped over him.
He was going through one of his wild phases. Sowing his wild oats and enjoying the fun of being single.
His last relationship ended badly - one of the lecturers from his university course. He was a mature student - at twenty-three - and she was only a year older. She had fallen hard for him.
He had let her down as gently as he could. It was never going to last.
Blondie was just a little rebound, something fun to get over the last one.
There was always another one, but he held out hope for 'the one'. He knew she was out there somewhere, but in the meantime...
He gently moved Blondie off him and flipped onto his stomach. He propped himself up on one elbow, and woke her with a tongue across her nipple.
He silenced her good morning - as gorgeous as she was, he knew this was a one night thing, and he didn't want to get into a conversation.
Besides which, when you were having good sex who needed conversation?
He kissed her other nipple and cupped her breast with one hand, squeezing it and caressing it.
His mouth was hot on her body and she was grinning like an idiot.
He kissed her neck and cheek.
She kissed his earlobe and neck.
They kissed each other, tongues probing and playing with each other, fingers everywhere.
He groaned as she gripped his cock. She was a little rougher than he usually liked but he could manage.
She pulled at him, digging her fingernails into his balls.
He kissed her mouth, harder, more insistent.
He moved down her body, kissing her nipples, the underside of her tits, small and pert as they were, he kissed her stomach, poking his tongue in her belly button, causing her to squeal.
He kissed her, where her pubes should have been - she was shaved, which he didn't really like - and then opened her legs, licking her all the way down to her butt crack.
Blondie giggled.
Will smiled. He loved women and he loved sex.
He always had, ever since his first sexual encounter with the girl next door when they were both sixteen.
He'd moved on since then, but he would never forget her.
He was as enthusiastic in sex as with everything else in his life and he knew it wouldn't take Blondie long to have a gorgeous orgasm.
If he made love to a woman and she didn't have at least one orgasm then he was doing something wrong!
He traced her pussy lips with his tongue, finding the feel of them without hair a little bit alien.
He lapped at her clit and slid a finger inside her, gently rubbing until she was shuddering.
Will smiled and sucked at her juices until he felt her shudder again.
Two strikes - brilliant!
Blondie was murmuring and moaning, and Will was happy.
He kissed back up her body, enjoying turning her to jelly, enjoying the pleasure he could give her.
He sucked on one of her tiny button nipples until she physically had to push him off.
"Make love to me now?" she asked him, desperate to feel him inside her.
"Not yet," he said, his voice a growl. He was horny, but not ready to finish yet.
He kissed her neck and then her mouth. She kissed him back, enthusiasm obvious.
He flipped her over onto her back and kissed the back of her neck. He rubbed at her back, feeling her turn to liquid.
He caressed her bum and the tops of her legs.
"Lift your bum up," he told her and slipped his hand underneath her, finding her wetness.
He kissed her back and along her spine as he fingered her, rubbing and caressing her.
He moved his fingers quicker, feeling her grinding down on her hand, moving faster and faster and then screaming out as another orgasm gripped her.
"Shit!" she swore out, relaxing onto his hand.
He moved his hand and then flipped her back onto her back.
"Ready?"
She nodded her head, pulling at his arms, trying to bring him close to her, ready for him, desperate for him.
Will wasn't ready to give into her yet, he loved teasing.
He kissed her and lay above her, very gently dipping just the tip of his cock inside her. She thrust upwards, desperate to fuck him.
He lifted up, out of her way.
"Please!" her voice was sulky. "Let me suck you, then."
He shrugged. He could cope with that.
He lay down, arms locked above his head, eyes closed.
Her mouth was hard but sweet on his cock, enveloping him and sucking him off like a hoover.
There wasn't much subtlety in Blondie, that was for sure.
He felt her fingernails dig into his balls again.
He didn't mind it, but he wasn't really one for this pleasure / pain thing.
Pleasure was pleasurable, pain hurt like fuck.
Who would want to combine the two?
He let her suck for a little longer, sure his cock would turn purple, and then gently pulled back from her.
He was ready to shag now.
He readied himself above her, teasing her by rubbing his cock across her pussy, but not inside her.
Will knew he was driving her wild.
He gave in and plunged inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him.
His rhythm was excellent, reading her body an
d her face; when to drive harder into her, when to pull back and tease her.
She was squirming and grabbing at him, just wanting him to hammer her orgasm home.
Will was smiling, though, nibbling on her ear, as he made love to her, harder, then softer, slow and deep and then fast and hard.
She came again, screaming his name and digging her fingernails into his back.
A few more strokes and he joined her, flinging his head back as the orgasm took over his body; the release sweet and strong.
They lay together in contented silence, Will already moving on to the day ahead and what he needed to do.
Blondie was moving on to the week ahead and wondering how often she might get to see Will.
Will wasn't planning on seeing her again.
He wasn't ready for even a fling at the moment.
He was busy with his university degree and he had some private commissions for his art work - he was starting to get noticed.
He made her breakfast and then sent her on her way with a promise to catch up in a few weeks, when things weren't so busy and he had the time to do something fun with her.
Blondie left with a smile on her face and a heat between her legs that reminded her of how she had spent the morning and the night before.
Will showered and dressed in faded jeans and a scruffy t-shirt.
He let his dirty blonde hair dry naturally, not worrying about the little kink it always had in it.
He poured himself a coffee and then relaxed watching TV until it was time to go measure up some rich man's wall to see how big the art he was doing for him should be.
He knew what the man wanted - it wasn't normally the style he painted - lots of nudity and sexual titillation, but Will was happy to make some money - being a poor student was hard work.
He could paint sex.
Easily.
Just had to measure up first.
Will grinned.
Life was sweet.
Chapter 3
Kittie lounged on her cushion for a while, contented, and then the blues kicked in.
She got a bottle of wine from the kitchen and a glass.
She poured a hefty measure and glugged it down.
She was only blue because she was on her own. When Daniel was with her she was just fine. Alone, the worry and the little voices in her head kicked in.
He doesn't really love you.
He's just using you.
If he loved you he'd leave his wife.
If he loved you he wouldn't enjoy hurting you.
She tugged at her collar, feeling it tight against the soft skin of her neck.
Her leash was made of black velvet ribbon and there was enough give on it that she could walk around the whole apartment.
She could just take it off but she never had.
Not since that one time.
She could just leave.
But she wouldn't.
She poured more wine.
The weekends were getting worse
The time away from Daniel was filled with questions and worries.
Was this love?
Of course it was!
She stared at the camera - not knowing if Daniel was even watching her now.
Did he think about her when he wasn't with her?
Did he worry about her the way she worried about him?
How would she know?
She rang him sometimes, but he would never answer.
Sometimes he would pick up the receiver and she would just listen to him breathing.
He knew it was her but would never speak.
He liked to be in control.
He only spoke if he rang her.
She poured more wine; she was nearly through with the bottle. But there was always more.
She was feeling frail - she barely ate when he was away and drank so much.
To dull the pain of being without him.
Not to dull the pain of what she had become.
She looked down at her body - once voluptuous and shapely, now skinny and wasted.
She fetched more wine.
She would be pissed and then pass out soon.
Maybe she could sleep until Sunday when he came back.
When she could scratch around at his feet like the pet she was, desperate for a scrap of affection.
.
Only a year ago life had been normal.
She had met Daniel through a friend in the city - he had taken a liking to her and within the hour they were in his car, fucking.
He had been rough and vocal, calling her a dirty bitch, a filthy whore.
His version of love so warped by his cruel past.
He was so damaged but she knew she could fix him, far better than his wife could.
And so it had begun.
With each week she was deeper in his thrall, falling further under his spell.
With each abuse he was more daring, more willing to push things further.
Now she lived in an apartment that he had paid for, under his control, happy to be submissive, because she knew it would help him, that her love could heal him.
Poor Daniel.
She slugged more wine down, feeling the buzz kick in.
She was nearly at a bottle and a half. It was taking more and more alcohol to get the same high as when she used to drink a little.
She supposed that was the same with Daniel - it took more and more to please him sexually and the thrill had to keep getting bigger, so the high could hit him.
What else could she do but let him?
The leash had been his idea - he loved the thought of her being a sex slave for him. He loved that she was under his control. It had started off just once in a while - like a little role-pay and then it got more and more often, until she was living pretty much full-time as his pet.
And of course, pets were good to loan to friends.
The first time Daniel had brought a friend home - a fat, overweight chap from his work, Kittie had been unsure of what he was expecting to happen.
She was in her underwear, heels and leash. Her collar tight, her cheeks blushing.
It soon became clear.
Daniel sat in his armchair, with a glass of scotch, and told her to have sex with his friend.
She had honestly thought he was joking, until the man undressed.
Daniel had drunk his scotch and watched them.
Kittie had bitten her tongue through the whole episode to make sure that no tears fell.
The blood that filled her mouth was a sad reminder of Daniel and what he represented.
He was broken from his past.
But she knew she had to hold on.
She had to be a good Kittie.
She could fix him.
.
She got more wine and sat curled up watching the camera.
Was he watching?
She knew that he used to watch.
He would ring her and tell her to masturbate. Tell her that he wanted to watch her pleasure herself.
He was usually thousands of feet in the air in his private jet when he made her do this. He said it made the trip fly by.
She was usually dulled by alcohol and when she closed her eyes to touch herself she imagined warm fingers. Fingers that wanted to love and caress her not pinch and hurt her.
She really was a good little pet.
Daniel couldn't ask for better.
All the things she did for him and let him do to her were expressions of his love for her as much as they were of her love for him.
Only true love would let Daniel express his past hurts through his present pain.
If she had a choice, of course, she wouldn't choose to do things the way he wanted. He liked her to be submissive - that much was obvious enough from her leash, but he also liked extremes of pain that she had never encountered before - whips and chains and clamps.
She let him - she always let him.
And every time he came, she saw herself as getting one step closer to his
salvation - one step closer to the life she wanted with him; a normal life.
They would have everything.
He had money - so much money, notoriety, business prowess and when she helped him to banish his demons through extreme sexual healing, they would get married and have children and live happily ever after.
She knew it was coming.
Every slash of the whip was one step closer.
Every bite of a nipple clamp was one step closer.
Every minute of her submission to his devastating masculinity was a step closer.
She was the woman to heal him and in her drunken state she decided to ring him and tell him that.
She forgot that he wouldn't answer.
She forgot that he was jetting home to the office near his family home.
She forgot that he wouldn't even bother speaking to her until Sunday night when he would come home and expect the best food to be served to him, the finest champagne and eventually his little pet, to submit to his every sexual whim.
She always forgot.
Hello there, lovely Reader,
Thank you so much for reading Vanilla - and a little bit of Cream!
I hope that you enjoyed them both.
A good friend of mine asked me to write her a saucy story and so Vanilla was born, and I really enjoyed writing it.
It was good fun making Jess and Max do whatever I wanted them to - and it was pretty sexy stuff too.
If you've enjoyed Vanilla it would be great if you'd write a review - on whichever site you purchased the book from, or on Good Reads.
If you didn't enjoy...shush - don't tell anyone!
Vanilla is a stand-alone book, but don't worry - if you need another fix of gorgeous sexiness, Cream will be out in October - the story of Kittie and Will, and I have plans for Sugar, Honey and Cherry too!
Here's my email address if you want to drop me a line: [email protected] or you can find Vanilla - The Book on Facebook.
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