She didn’t move, and sent me another apprehensive look.
“Are you going to make me wait?”
“No, Sir,” she said hastily, and uttering a strange mewling sound she did as I instructed.
“Lock your fingers at the small of your back.”
As she put her hands behind her I set to work, placing the cuffs around her wrists and hooking them together, then shackling her ankles I moved her feet apart and secured the bar. It had taken less than a minute to put her completely at my mercy, and touching between her legs I found her just as I knew she would be; deliciously wet. It was time to tease. My fingers twirled and tormented, seasoning her desire with a few good slaps, and though I was feeling an intense desire to pull out my flogger, I knew it was too soon. The last the thing I wanted to do was scare her.
“Sir?”
Her voice had been a soft whimper. I knew what she wanted. I had kept her simmering for some time.
“Yes, Amelia?”
“Please, Sir, will you fuck me? Will you fuck me hard? I need you so much.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’d be delighted to fuck you, and yes, I will fuck you hard.”
Indeed I would. My cock was as stiff as her pussy was wet, and quickly slipping on a condom I clutched her hips, put my hungry manhood at her entrance, and thrust home. She let out a wail of pleasure, urging me on, and as I vigorously pumped I had a feeling our coupling was going to be over much too quickly. Taking a breath I slowed my pace, only to have her loudly protest.
“Sir, please,” she pleaded, “my whole body is tingling. Please let me come?”
It’s often a tough call, and it certainly was at that moment. I was bursting and she was aching to climax, but I also wanted to draw out our pleasure.
“I’m begging and I promise I’ll be so good.”
It had been the desperate plea of a desperate sub, and I decided to capitulate.
“As I believe I once said to you, begging is always good.”
Moments later the spasms shuddered through us, and as I groaned, she literally screamed into the pillow. Her first, at least as far as she knew, foray into bondage had been a joyous success, and when she was unshackled and laying in my arms I heard her let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“I’m glad you didn’t stop at the toe.”
“Mmm, up to the knee next time?”
“At least,” she said happily. “Um, can I stay over or should I head home?”
“Either is fine with me.”
“I never stay over. I always feel awkward, but I’m not feeling that way with you.”
“Good, but be warned, I usually wake with a raging erection.”
“That settles it,” she murmured snuggling closer, “I’m definitely staying.”
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning, as I’d predicted, I woke with an extremely rigid member. Lustily climbing on top of Amelia I pinned her hands above her head, and to the sounds of her moans and gasps I pummeled her with abandon. It was a delightful way to greet the new day, and climbing from the bed I meandered across to the window. Though I knew it would be cold the skies were clear, so I suggested we go out for breakfast.
We set off on a brisk walk to my favorite English Tea Shoppe. It served all things British and we had a full English breakfast, otherwise known as a proper fry-up. We laughed about how it was the sort of meal many Americans would find wholly unappealing. Fried eggs, fried tomatoes, fried bread, crisply bacon, as well as toast and strawberry jam. It was great fun, and as we climbed into a cab to return Amelia to her hotel, I found myself wishing I could spend the rest of the day with her. Sadly it wasn’t possible. I had a grueling week ahead and I needed to prepare.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to see you until next weekend,” I said as the cab carried us through the bustling streets of Manhattan. “It’s going to be mayhem.”
“No problem,” she replied airily. “I know how it can get.”
“Yes, I’m sure you do. I’ll be in touch when I can.”
“Don’t work too hard,” she winked as she climbed out, “you know what they say about all work and no play making Jack a dull boy.”
“I’m not sure I’ll have time to remember,” I winked back.
As I watched her walk into the hotel, it was hard to relate the happy relaxed woman with whom I’d just shared breakfast, to the cold, brusque woman I’d first met. The social, amenable Amelia was extremely likable, and Amelia the sub was downright hot. I’d had a delightful and decadent time with her, and I went into my week in a very good mood.
When I’d told her it would be mayhem it turned out to have been an understatement. Every day is busy and often stressful, but when all hell breaks loose it’s absolute chaos, and as the week went by it didn’t help that the market was, as some would say, up and down like a bride’s nightie. I kept reminding myself to stay cool. It was, after all, why they were paying me the big bucks. I was known as a steely Englishman with a reputation for remaining equanimous in a crisis. What they didn’t know was that it was due to an adage my mother would constantly quote as I was growing up.
Don’t lose your head to save a minute, you need your head your brain is in it.
Whenever things became crazy that rhyme would play itself in my head. It worked a treat, and the frenetic week was no exception.
After the dust had settled and Friday had finally rolled around, I was seriously flagging. Unfortunately that evening I had to attend a weighty dinner with important clients, and though it was the last thing I wanted to do there was no getting out of it. The only saving grace was that it was starting at seven o’clock, which meant, with any luck, I’d be home by nine.
The dinner was being held in the private dining room of one of those elegant eateries in mid-town Manhattan; white tablecloths, bow-tied waiters, the requisite accented maître d’, and a first-rate sommelier. I can turn on my automatic pilot at such dinners, a talent for which I consider myself truly blessed, and as I strolled past the bar thinking about nothing in particular, I heard someone call my name. It literally startled me, and spinning around, to my astonishment I saw Amelia.
“Amelia! What a great surprise, how are you?”
“Hi, James, I’m really well, thanks. Glad it’s Friday though. This is my friend, Kathleen.”
“Nice to meet you, Kathleen,” I said, smiling at the pretty blond.
“You too.”
She smiled back at me with gleaming white teeth that I knew must have cost a fortune. Her double diamond bracelet, Cartier watch and Chanel bag completed the, I’m rich and I want to impress you, statement, and all I could think was how badly she probably needed a spanking.
“Don’t you look spiffy,” Amelia remarked, looking me up and down. “Very spiffy indeed.”
“I do? I don’t feel very spiffy. Talk about being glad it’s Friday.”
“What are you doing here?”
“A solemn business dinner, you know what I mean. All frowns and deep thinking. Sorry, I’d better go in. Do you want to get together tomorrow night? I’ll want to stay in though. I’ve been out every night this week.”
“Sure,” she nodded. “I’ll speak to you tomorrow sometime.”
“Great, bye then.”
If I’d not been so exhausted I might have sensed something, but I was absolutely knackered, and the only thought I had as I walked into the private dining room was how delightful it had been to see her in spite of her ostentatious friend. It was a couple of hours later that I walked back through the bar. I wasn’t surprised that she’d left, and when I finally got home I went straight to my bedroom, peeled off my clothes, and gratefully collapsed into bed. Sleep descended quickly, and I was deeply embedded in no-man’s land…when the buzzer rang.
To say that I was annoyed would be akin to saying the Captain of the Titanic was a bit upset that he’d hit the iceberg. I even considered ignoring it, but of course I couldn’t, and stumbling out of bed I staggered down the hallway and pressed
the button.
“Come on up, Amelia.”
Leaning against the wall I closed my eyes and almost fell back asleep waiting for her knock, but as I was quickly learning, when it came to Amelia, expected the unexpected. A moment later I was wide awake. Why? Because when I opened the door she was standing there with Kathleen at her side.
CHAPTER TEN
“No, no.”
I had groaned the two short words. It was not the most welcoming of greetings but it didn’t seem to faze Amelia, but why should it? I assumed she was fast asleep, and while I didn’t know how oblivious she actually was, the way she invited Kathleen into my home said…pretty, frickin’, oblivious.
“Kathleen wants to see your pole and cuffs and she wants to be spanked.”
“Yes,” Kathleen giggled, “I’d love to see your pole.”
I was momentarily at a loss, and running my fingers through my disheveled hair I stared at the two women staring at me; their faces were full of expectation, especially Kathleen’s. How the hell was I going to handle this?
“I’ve always wanted to be spanked,” Kathleen declared, reminding me of a cat eyeing a fish in a bowl.
“Then I’d suggest you find someone to do the honors.”
“Well, duh! I just have!”
“Uh, no, you haven’t,” I said firmly. “I’m afraid you’ll have to find your fun over someone else’s knee.”
“Seriously? Shit. I’ve asked but no-one ever wants to,” she complained. “What are they so fucking afraid of?”
“You’ll have to ask them, but I can assure you it’s not going to happen with me, not tonight anyway.”
“James,” Amelia purred, stepping in front of the frustrated Kathleen and wrapping herself around me. “I want to go up to my knees.”
“She kept saying that on the way over here,” Kathleen piped up. “I want to go up to my knees, over and over again, like she was on drugs or something. What the hell does that mean? I assume it’s some kinky sex thing but she wouldn’t explain it.”
“It means going past the toe and the ankle,” Amelia dreamily replied. “I’ve been thinking about it all week.”
“For chrissakes, I know,” Kathleen groaned. “You told me that endlessly on the way over here, but what does it actually mean? Details. I want details!”
“Please, Sir?” Amelia whimpered, “take me up to my knees.”
The situation was impossible and I was absolutely knackered, but in spite of my weariness an idea fell into my head. Grabbing Amelia’s wrists I pulled them from around my neck and fixed her with a solemn expression.
“Amelia,” I said sternly, “go and sit on the couch and don’t move or speak until I give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” she immediately replied, and to my great relief she scurried across the room and dropped on to the sofa.
One down, one to go!
“Now then, Kathleen,” I began, feeling a bit more in control, “you have to leave.”
“Whoa, that was cool. That was super-cool. Will you do that to me?”
“Excuse me?”
“Will you order me to the couch and tell me to sit and be quiet?”
“No,” I said vehemently. “As I was saying, you have to leave. How did you get here?”
Her gaze was still on Amelia seated silently on the couch, but turning her eyes on me she gazed at me longingly.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
Her voice had been almost breathless, and I started to think I was the one who must be dreaming. There I was, half naked in ugly checkered boxers, probably smelling like the bottom of a questionable wine barrel, totally bedraggled, and this very hot, very blond, very well-dressed woman was calling me fucking sexy. But I knew what she was talking about, and once again I was amazed that countless men failed to understand the fairer sex. Women didn’t want to be bullied or abused, but they did want a take-charge man who didn’t pussyfoot around.
“I’m glad you think I’m sexy, but please answer me. How did you get here?”
“In a town car from the hotel. Please, please, will you spank me? I know you can, I know you do that kind of thing. Amelia told me all about it.”
“You’ll have to make an appointment,” I said sarcastically, “and just to be clear, when you say the hotel do you mean The Four Seasons?”
“Yes, Amelia booked it. Make an appointment? Really? Yes, yes, I will for sure.”
I’d been kidding of course, but she’d opened the door and I realized I could use it.
“Leave me your number, then go back downstairs, get in the town car, have it take you home, then send it back to the hotel. If you don’t do exactly what I just said I will never, ever, spank you.”
“Ooh, you’re amazing.”
“And you’re about to be crossed off my list of women I might consider putting over my knee,” I said soberly, staring down at her with a profound scowl.
“Oh, my, God,” she muttered, then hastily began rifling through her bag for a pen and paper.
“I take it you and Kathleen went back to her suite after you left the restaurant?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, scribbling furiously on the back of a business card she apparently no longer wanted.
“Then what happened?”
“We drank some more wine, talked about men, then we both passed out.”
“And she woke you up?”
“Yeah,” she nodded handing me the card. “Please, will you call me? Please?”
“If you’re out of here by the time I count to five I’ll think about it. One-two-“
I watched her fly through the door, then dropped the card on to the hall table and turned my attention back to Amelia. What the hell? This had to stop. I’d been so busy all week I’d neglected to seek out a competent psychiatrist, and I wondered if poor Amelia had done any other nighttime wandering around Manhattan.
“Amelia, come here.”
As if in a daze, rising to her feet she moved across the room and stopped in front of me. Now what? Then another idea hit me, but I needed to test the waters first. I’d stick my proverbial toe in!
“Amelia, follow me into the bedroom.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I started down the hallway, and glancing over my shoulder I could see she was dutifully obeying me. It was a good start, and entering the bedroom I pointed at my bed.
“Get undressed, climb into bed and lay down.”
“Aren’t we going up to my knees?” she bleated. “Please, Sir?”
A curve ball. She still had it in her to argue. Fair enough. I just needed to assert myself.
“Not tonight. You’ve been a naughty girl.”
“I have? What did I do, Sir?”
“You brought a stranger here, a stranger you told all about us, and even worse, all about me. My private life is private. You must be punished. Now do as you’re told. Crawl into bed and go straight to sleep.”
“Oh, Sir,” she pouted, her face crinkling, “I want to go past my knees.”
“You’re being disciplined. If you don’t do as I say you’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Oh, no, on the floor?”
“I’ll count to three, and—“
“I’m getting in, I’m getting in,” she declared, hurriedly pulling off her clothes.
“I’ll cuddle you, but you will go straight to sleep. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied climbing between the sheets.
I settled in next to her, and as I turned out the light I was rather amazed how well this was working. I knew full well that what I was witnessing was far more than Amelia being an obedient submissive. As she curled into me, I vaguely remembered reading a passage online that explained how sleepwalkers can be in a highly suggestive state, much like a subject in hypnosis, so moving close to her I placed my lips at her ear and murmured an instruction.
“Amelia, when you wake up in the morning you will remember how you got here, and as I explain things to you over breakfast, you will be calm ab
out it all, and you will feel safe and very comfortable about seeking help.”
Had I said it right? Wishing I’d called Jeremy to discuss it before taking action, I ran my words back through my mind.
Amelia, when you wake up in the morning you will remember how you got here, and as I explain things to you over breakfast, you will be calm about it all, and you will feel very safe and very comfortable about seeking help.
Had I missed anything? Probably, and maybe it wouldn’t even work, but I hoped for her sake it would. Her breathing was deep and even. She’d fallen asleep. Thank goodness. Taking a relieved breath I gratefully closed my eyes and joined her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As with all things Amelia, expect the unexpected. The following morning, still half-asleep, I rolled over to enjoy some warm sleepy sex only to find the bed was empty. Sitting up I called her name. No response. Hoping she hadn’t wandered off while still in her strange sleepwalking state, and doing my best not to panic, I climbed out of bed, pulled on my robe, and padded out into the living room. To my dismay her bag and coat were gone, and looking out the window I saw it was pouring.
I was really worried, not to mention deeply disappointed that my brilliant idea hadn’t been so brilliant after all. I abruptly recalled that Kathleen had left in the town car so what did that mean? What had Amelia done when she’d walked outside and found it gone? I hurried back to the kitchen and had just grabbed the phone to call her when the door buzzer sounded. Needless to say I dashed across and pushed the button.
“Hello?”
“Hi, James, it’s me.”
“Bloody hell! Come on up.”
I couldn’t believe how fast my heart was beating, and to my great relief when I opened the door I discovered she was smiling happily and holding a plastic bag in each hand.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, lifting them in the air and bustling past me to place them on the counter. “You said something about chatting over breakfast so I went to that English place and got us two full fry-ups. Did you make the tea yet? I put the kettle on before I left. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
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