Now he runs the tail of hair back over my bottom, soft and gentle again as it strokes over my reddened behind. It’s so sweet and tender as he makes a circular figure of eight across the skin. Then a pause and – flick! – it whacks back down over me.
‘Ahh,’ I moan, clutching the cushion hard. He lands another and another. I move my bottom as if to avoid the strokes, moaning; it’s pain but not torturous pain. It’s stimulating me, making my skin hot and affecting my sex like nothing else as it prickles and throbs with excitement and longing.
I take ten of those tormentingly exciting blows, crying out loudly with each one, savouring the soft circular kisses between the tingling thwacks that make me wetter and more needy with each one.
My master likes to hear the effect of my punishment, I know that, so I beg him not to hurt his maid, who only wants to please him, and shriek when the tail whacks me. When he reaches the tenth blow, he says, ‘You’ve taken your punishment well. Perhaps it’s time to reward you.’
My master takes the flogger, turns it around and presses the thick leather handle against the entrance to my sex. I sigh and groan as he moves it around in the wetness, running it up towards my clit and then pressing it hard against my opening, as though he’s going to fuck me with its hard, textured thickness. I can’t help opening my legs to let him access me all the more easily. I want something inside me, now. My hips are already moving as though I’m being fucked and I’m making a low throaty moan of desire.
The handle is taken away. I feel him move closer to me and hear the slide of a zip. Oh yes, please, Dominic, give it to me now.
To my delight, I feel the smooth head of his penis at my entrance. He pauses only long enough to be sure that he is correctly positioned and then he pushes hard inside me, filling me up with the whole length of his cock. I’m so ready, so wet and open, that he slides in with ease, thrusting inside in one strong movement. It’s all I want and more: my back arches as he hits home, pulls back and slams himself in me again. It’s the fierce fucking I want so badly after the stimulation of the flogger. He puts one arm underneath my belly and the other around my breasts so that he can pull me into him even deeper as he fucks very hard, bucking his hips against me with every thrust. Then he drops one hand and his fingers find the hard nub inside my clit and start to play with it. I groan out loud and almost before I know what’s happening, I’ve exploded with the incredible force of my orgasm, my head twisting as I gasp and shudder with the flood of sensation engulfing me.
Dominic gives half a dozen fierce thrusts and then suddenly, to my surprise, he pulls out. I’m panting, still luxuriating in the after-effects of my orgasm as I wonder what he’s doing.
‘You’ve come, Rosa,’ he says. ‘You came so fast, no doubt because of the beating you enjoyed so much. But I think there is still more pleasure for you before I take my own.’
I look over my shoulder and I can see that he’s smiling as he looks at me, still prone beneath him, my legs spread apart, my back bare to him.
A moment later I can feel something hard and cold pressing against the lips of my sex. What is it? A dildo? Is he going to fuck me again with something else? In the past Dominic has enjoyed pleasuring me with toys, or ordered me to take extreme stimulation without coming. Is he going to do that again?
‘You’re very good,’ he murmurs. ‘This is something new for you, Rosa. But I want you to relax and let it happen. I promise you, you’ll enjoy the results.’
He’s pressing the short thing into me, rubbing it around. I’m so well lubricated from my orgasm, the thing is sliding about. I can’t think how he’s going to use it inside me, it feels too short, too small . . .
Then he pulls the stubby cool thing up from my entrance to my rear. I know suddenly what’s he’s going to do and I gasp. I’m not sure I want that. It’s never been something I’ve desired.
‘Let me try, Rosa,’ he says coaxingly. ‘If you don’t like it, you only have to say. Give it a chance . . .’
Shall I? This is so small, so short and seems so harmless.
‘If you want to, sir,’ I say.
‘Thank you.’ He sounds sincerely grateful as he takes the well-greased little plug and presses it against the entrance of my rear. Oh God, I’m not sure . . . I don’t know . . .
Then he pushes it gently. ‘Press out against it, you’ll find it easier,’ he murmurs so I push slightly out, fearful that I might be doing the wrong thing. ‘Yes, that’s it. You’re so lovely, I can’t tell you what this sight is doing for me.’
It’s cold and smooth and I feel it pass more easily than I had imagined just into the entrance. It feels huge, as though I’m bulging round it, but it doesn’t hurt at all.
‘That’s it. It’s there. Now, my sweet, you’ll feel this all the more, I promise.’
His cock is at my entrance again and he pushes it in, not slamming it into my hungry sex as he did before, but entering me with exquisite slowness and I immediately understand why. The small plug he has inserted in me has narrowed my channel, making me tighter as his cock presses up against the obstacle within me.
‘Ohhhh.’ I can’t help letting out a long groan as he inches forward, stretching me deliciously, filling me up as I’ve never been filled before.
‘Yes, that’s right,’ he murmurs throatily, ‘you like this, don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘Oh God . . .’
His penis has gone into my very depths, his balls are pressed against me, his thighs hard against my bottom. He starts to move in and out, only withdrawing a few inches and then sliding forward again in easy, rhythmic thrusts, but the sensation is incredible. It’s as though he’s filled me entirely. His cock feels three times bigger as it thrusts into my core.
‘You’re fucking me,’ I gasp. ‘Oh I don’t know, I can’t . . .’
Each forward thrust seems to press the breath out of me, as the head of his penis hits the top of my vagina with a delicious pleasure that’s close to pain. I can’t help gasping and moaning as he begins to gather speed again. My stomach is melting with liquid lust and my clitoris is alive again, quivering beneath me as it’s pressed against the cushion. It seems to be affected too by the tightness in my bottom, as though it’s being tickled from behind as well as in front.
Dominic’s panting now, almost growling as his cock plunges into me. The next moment he has grasped me round the waist with his huge hands, pulled me off the cushion and turned me over on the floor so that I lie in front of him, my breasts thrusting up from my tattered bra, my stockinged legs open to him. He looks down at my open sex: in the candlelight, his eyes are burning with desire and his face is set in an expression of lust. His penis stands proudly erect, wet with my juices. Then he’s on me, his penis taking possession of me again, his weight heavy and delicious on top of me as his mouth devours my shoulders and neck and then finds my lips.
As we kiss feverishly and passionately, he thrusts deep into me, his hips moving with a delectable motion, pushing his cock into my tight passage. We’re both moaning as we kiss and then I feel everything boiling up inside me, deeper and more intense than before. A fierce orgasm is coming to claim me and I’m helpless before it as it plucks me up into the tornado, whirling me around as a fusillade of fireworks go off inside me. As I’m surrendering to the intensity, Dominic pulls me even tighter against him and rocks with the force of his own climax, pouring it out inside me as we come together.
Afterwards, once we’ve got our breath and recovered ourselves and Dominic has removed the little silver plug that caused so much sensation, we laugh about the fact that I don’t have much in the way of underwear left.
‘Take something from the bedroom,’ offers Dominic.
‘You mean some of the leather or the crotchless silk?’ I ask, and we giggle again.
Dominic’s collection of underwear for me isn’t exactly designed for practicality but after a shower, I find some silky knickers and a bra and put those on. My tights will do as long as the makeshift garte
rs stay in place. Dominic opens a bottle of wine and we drink glasses of chilled Chablis in the sitting room.
‘So what are you doing in London?’ I ask. ‘I thought you were going to Montenegro.’
‘There was a delay of a day or so before I could see this guy, so I decided on a flying visit to you.’ He kisses me. ‘Or rather – to Rosa.’ He smiles wickedly at me.
I’m glad that Rosa exists; she’s been the way we’ve been able to come back together but I feel a slight prickle of anxiety that she may be a permanent fixture. Could I cope with that? I know I’ll do anything to be with Dominic but I can’t pretend that in the end, I want him to be making love to me – not to a fictitious character. But I won’t press it now – these are early days and I can feel our relationship healing after the recent schism. If Rosa helps, then that’s fine with me.
‘I have to tell you something,’ I say hesitantly.
‘Mmm?’ He looks over at me.
I don’t know if I should say it, but I’ve decided that honesty is going to be everything between me and Dominic, and I have to tell him the truth. ‘This evening . . . I was with Andrei.’
It’s like shutters come down. His face closes off from me and his eyes go cold. ‘I see.’
‘No, wait, listen to me. I have to explain why I’m still working for him. It’s because of Mark.’
Dominic cocks his head towards me and waits to hear more.
‘The Fra Angelico turned out to be a fake, and Andrei wanted to blame Mark for it. I couldn’t let that happen, Dominic. Mark is so sick at the moment, God knows what it would do to him if his reputation is destroyed.’
‘It’s a fake?’ Dominic frowns. ‘But Andrei paid millions. No wonder he’s pissed off.’
I nod. ‘It’s his own fault, he wanted it and wouldn’t wait. But he needs a scapegoat, and Mark was going to be it. I appealed to his better nature and he agreed to protect Mark – on one condition.’
A stormy look fills Dominic’s eyes. ‘Let me guess. You’re part of the package.’ He gets to his feet and begins to pace around the room. God, he looks handsome when he’s angry. ‘Damn Dubrovski, he’s ruthless. He doesn’t care what it takes for him to get what he wants.’
‘Calm down, he’s not going to get me. Not like that. But I do have to carry on working for him, just for a while. Just till Mark’s stronger. I had to tell you. I want everything to be completely open between us now. No more secrets.’
Dominic’s jaw is set and his lips are tight. I can tell he’s battling his fury against Andrei.
‘Please,’ I say gently, ‘you must believe me – I’m not going to let anything happen – and I think Andrei is too proud to force the issue. He wants me to come to him of my own accord. Well, he’ll be waiting till Hell freezes over.’
That seems to break through Dominic’s own mini-freeze and he smiles reluctantly.
‘You see?’ I say triumphantly. ‘I knew you could smile!’
His smile broadens. ‘Okay, okay.’ He sits down next to me on the sofa. ‘It kills me that you’re still going to be around Dubrovski but if you have to, then . . . well, you have to.’
‘Thanks,’ I say softly. ‘I know you don’t want to say that. I appreciate that you trust me. By the way, you need to stay on your guard as well.’
‘Really?’ He looks at me questioningly.
‘Yes. Andrei knew you’d arrived here in London. He let it slip when I said I was meeting a friend.’
Dominic looks grim-faced again. ‘That doesn’t surprise me, not one bit,’ he says. ‘I told you what he’s like – he’s pathological when it comes to what he thinks is his honour. It’s just old-fashioned pig-headed pride, but he considers it some kind of manly quality to get obsessed with his enemies. He’ll have people tracking me, no question.’
‘He doesn’t mean you any harm, does he?’ I ask, suddenly worried.
He shakes his head. ‘Not physical harm, no. At least, not at the moment. But he wants to monitor my movements, no doubt see if I approach any of the contacts I’ve made through his business. He suspects I will want to poach investors for my own company. I’m sure he’s getting his lawyers ready to sue me if I try anything that breaks the terms of my old contract with him.’
‘And will you? Poach anyone?’
He fixes me with a look. ‘I don’t go after them. But if they come to me – well, that’s another matter.’
‘Oh God, Dominic, you’ve got to be careful.’ I’m suddenly fearful. I don’t want him to cross Andrei and risk any reprisals.
‘I’m not afraid,’ he says with a laugh. ‘I do the right thing. I won’t try and approach them. But I’m also not going to turn away genuine prospects for my business. I’m going to make a success of this. It’s what I’ve been waiting for.’
‘I know, I know . . .’
He turns to look me straight in the eye, his dark brown gaze sincere. ‘These weeks are vital to me; you know that. It’s why we can’t be together right now. I have to do this. But as soon as I’ve got to where I need to be, then I’ll come back to you – if that’s what you want.’
‘Of course it is,’ I whisper. ‘I can’t be happy without you.’
He puts out his hand and strokes my cheek softly. ‘I’m so glad we’re back together.’
‘Are we?’ I ask, putting my hand over his so I can hold it to my face. ‘Back together?’
He nods, smiling. ‘I don’t think we can help it.’
‘No more secrets,’ I say.
He nods and bends towards me for another kiss. ‘Absolutely. No more secrets.’
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dominic sends me home that night in a chauffeur-driven car. The driver drops me back at our flat some time after 11 p.m. I’m utterly exhausted after everything that’s happened this week and I’m looking forward to a lazy weekend. Luckily, Laura is in exactly the same frame of mind, and we spend a fun couple of days in the cosy flat, making our plans for the trip to New York at the end of next week. We find a decent midtown hotel and start searching for good bars and places to eat.
‘We can do all our Christmas shopping as well!’ announces Laura.
‘We don’t want to bring too much stuff back,’ I say, always cautious. ‘And we don’t want to spend the entire time wondering what to buy for other people. This is our girly trip away, remember!’
We’ll compromise, we decide, with an hour or two in Bloomingdale’s to get some gifts. The rest of the time we’ll be pleasing ourselves and will do any panic shopping in the last few days before Christmas, once we’re back in London.
‘Did you tell Dominic about our trip?’ asks Laura. I’ve told her that I saw Dominic last night and that it looks as though it’s all back on.
‘Yes, but I explained that it’s a girls-only weekend so he didn’t get too jealous.’
‘Are you going to see him over Christmas?’
I shake my head. ‘I don’t think so. He’s going to be travelling over the holidays – schmoozing businessmen at various parties and getting them when they’re in a festive mood. I don’t know when I’ll see him again.’
‘I’m sure you’ll meet up afterwards,’ Laura says consolingly. ‘It’s brilliant that you guys are back together.’
I can’t help beaming at her. ‘I know. It’s fantastic.’
She laughs at my expression. ‘You’re such a barometer – when you’re happy with Dominic, you’re upright and perky, and when you’re not, you wilt and go sad. You’re definitely in perky mode. This bodes well for our trip!’
Laura’s right, I am happy – and not just because I’m feeling so sexually sated by Dominic. I’m full of hopes for the future and looking forward to the New York trip. But when I get back to work on Monday, it’s to find that Caroline is more solemn-faced than ever.
‘Mark’s had a setback over the weekend,’ she says when I arrive. ‘He’s caught an infection and it’s absolutely floored him.
‘Oh no,’ I say in dismay. ‘Poor Mark!’
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sp; ‘He’s being pumped full of antibiotics at the moment. He’s not well at all.’
‘I was hoping to visit him today.’
Caroline shakes her head. ‘I’m afraid not. He’s not up to it. I’ll let you know when he can face visitors.’
I feel awful that I’m going to be going away on a jolly jaunt when my boss is so ill but Caroline gives that idea short shrift.
‘Don’t be silly, Mark would be delighted that you’re going to have fun. Besides, I know he takes trips to New York all the time. I’m sure that he’d consider it an advantage that you’re going to get to know the city.’
That’s a comfort and I do my best to concentrate on my work so that I can clear my desk in time for the trip away. The problem is that I have a new distraction: Dominic. Now that I have his new details, and now that having our correspondence spied on isn’t the issue it was when he worked for Andrei, the emails start arriving, one every hour or so, telling me where he is and where he’s planning to go. I enjoy the feeling of being so connected to him. Ever since we’ve met, Dominic has been prone to vanishing on me, and I realise that I’d half expected to hear nothing at all from him once we were apart. But now I get emails from the car on the way to the airport, from the VIP departure lounge, from the first-class cabin, just messages of a few words letting me know where he is and where he intends to go next.
Then I realise: Dominic is making sure I know his plans. Perhaps he’s being followed by one of Andrei’s men, and wants to ensure that his whereabouts are on record.
The thought is a chilling one – but I already know that Andrei is tracking Dominic’s movements. Why would he suddenly have stopped doing that? I can’t help feeling afraid but I remember Dominic laughing at the idea that he might let Andrei’s actions affect him.
He’s doing nothing wrong, I remind myself. Andrei can’t do anything against him.
But I remember the warning James gave me when I first became involved with Dubrovski, telling me that Andrei had come to his fortune in murky, perhaps lawless ways, and that he thought I should be very careful before associating with him.
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