Her hair was in ribbon-tied bunches that she wore very high, like a Harajuku Girl. Sarah’s only fragrance was pink bubblegum-scented lipstick.
She went up to the penthouse level of the Royal again but it was the other suite, not the one where Jack’s party had been, thank goodness. Having sex with another man in the same room and bed as she’d shared with Jack would have felt too weird.
Before she knocked, she undid all the buttons of her duster. A tall man opened the door. He had silver streaks in his black hair and a face that looked slightly rumpled and studious, in a nice way. His irises were as dark as his pupils. Sarah had never seen eyes quite like them. She found his gaze pleasantly intimidating. Her client’s grey tie was woollen, worn with a grey check shirt, under a hairy tweed jacket that had leather elbow patches. His pants were grey flannel. He was shod in gleaming black Florsheim loafers with tassels.
Sarah stepped inside. ‘Ta-da!’
He laughed.
She said, ‘I’m sorry …’
In an English accent he said, ‘No, I’m the one who should apologise. You look absolutely stunning, adorable, irresistible and so on. I laughed because whoever had you dress in that cute outfit – well, it’s an inside joke that I won’t explain.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘That same someone is being very crafty, as well.’
‘Crafty?’ Sarah asked.
‘I have to go out, right now, for a meeting where some people are going to try to get me to agree to something. Their idea is, if I know that you, looking like this, are here waiting for me, I’ll agree quickly so that I can rush right back.’
Sarah smiled. ‘And will you – rush back?’
‘What they don’t know is that I’ve already decided to agree to what they want. For me, the meeting will be just about whatever extra concessions I can squeeze out of them. I’m relieved that they’ve set me up to be in a hurry. That means I won’t have to waste time pretending to be reluctant but they’ll think they’ve won what they want because of you.’
‘It sounds complicated.’
‘Business politics, my dear. Plot and counterplot. It’s all very tiresome really, except for you being used as bait to catch a man who wants to be caught. I really regret leaving you all alone for a while, but I promise I’ll be very attentive when I get back.’ He took her coat and hung it in the closet. Help yourself to whatever you want from the minibar. There’s a TV with two hundred channels, plus pay-per-view. Don’t worry about the bill. Everything is on “them”, you included.’
He left. He hadn’t so much as touched her. She didn’t even have a name to call him by.
The suite was similar to the one she’d been in with Jack, but in this one the closet to the left of the king-sized ornate brass bed had mirror doors. Sarah tried a couple of schoolgirl poses, sucking her thumb with a knee turned in; pigeon-toed and pouting. Very cute. If she was a man, she’d do her.
She renewed her pale-pink bubblegum lipstick and smoothed her over-the-knee hose and took a look around. The minibar was interesting. She wasn’t hungry but she loved smoked almonds and it’d been ages since she’d nibbled on a Twinkie. There had to be three-dozen miniatures of booze. She’d made it a rule not to get tipsy on a paid date, but she’d never tried Cointreau. Sarah settled down on the end of the king-sized bed and thumbed the TV’s remote. The Mikado was listed as a ‘free-on-demand’ movie. She knew it was an opera of some sort so she tried it. She’d thought that all opera was Italian or German but, strangely, it was in English. Even so, though the tunes were nice, she couldn’t understand all the words. The singers had accents and they sang too fast a lot of the time.
After a while she got herself a Coke to wash the Cointreau down, and a Benedictine, just to further her education. She was eating, so the booze, drunk slowly, wouldn’t affect her. The Mikado ended. The pay-per-view menu offered ‘adult’ movies. Sarah picked one at random.
A skinny blonde with unreal breasts, which were each bigger than her head, was sucking on the gigantic cock of a muscular man who was covered to the top of his bald head with tattoos. After a while, another man joined them, then a third. Maybe some people would have found it sexy, watching a woman sucking one man, being fucked by another and taking a third up her bum, but Sarah found it boring. There was no plot. There was no reason to care about any of the characters. It wasn’t even as if anyone got seduced or had any feelings about what they were doing. OK, she herself had sex for pay, but she’d always found it fun. She got the impression that any of the characters she was watching could have simply walked away at any time, without regrets and without being missed. Except the woman, of course. Sarah giggled at her mental picture of the three men, still thrusting away, with the woman missing.
Was this all that porn was about? She switched to another adult movie.
This time, in a restaurant, a hot-looking but sophisticated woman, who was either a spy or a thief – Sarah wasn’t sure about the plot – was trying to seduce a rather handsome business man. That was better! He was trying to resist her wiles but she was too much for him. There was a scene in a cab with some really sexy kissing. Sarah liked that part. Instead of them getting naked the moment they got to a hotel room, there was extended fondling that led to well-simulated passion. That was more like it. They ended up in bed, making love in a variety of positions, though none that Sarah hadn’t tried. After the man came all over the woman’s breasts, he turned out to be another thief or spy, a rival one. He tied her up on the bed, still naked but for her stockings, spreadeagled, and started to fondle her as he questioned her.
Now that was sexy! Sarah could imagine herself as the woman, totally helpless, at the mercy of a man who was torturing her, sexually. If she were that woman, she’d hold out for a long, long time.
Sarah’s hand found its own way up under her tiny kilt. She was already damp.
The man on the screen was using a vibrator on the woman. He was driving her to the edge, making her beg, then switching off. He wasn’t going to let her climax again until she told him where the thing they were both after – whatever it was – was.
Sarah’s fingernails scratched the net of her thong, right over her clit. When the man took the vibrator away, Sarah made herself stop scratching. When he put it back, she started again. It was like the movie was interactive. It would have been even better if she’d had a vibrator of her own – and better again if she was tied up like the woman and a lover was mimicking what happened on the screen.
A stern voice demanded, ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ The man in the tweed jacket had come quietly back to the room.
She stammered, ‘Y-you said I could watch movies.’
‘Did I tell you that you could masturbate?’
‘N-no.’
‘What a naughty little schoolgirl you are!’
Ah! He wasn’t really angry. He was playing a game with her. This could be fun. Sarah stood up and looked at the floor, her hands behind her back. ‘Sorry, sir.’ She dared peep up at him from under her lashes. ‘Did your meeting go well, sir?’
‘Don’t try to change the subject.’ His voice softened, as did his expression. ‘As it happens, it went extremely well, thank you.’ He became stern again. ‘Now, explain yourself, miss.’
‘I was – I was watching a movie, like you said I could, and I sort of got carried away. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to.’
‘You’re here to serve me, not to get off without me.’
‘Sorry.’
He looked at the TV screen, where the woman, still tied to the bed, was now giving the man an enthusiastic blow job.
‘Kinky,’ Sarah’s client drawled. ‘Is that what you like?’ He tossed his jacket onto a chair and loosened his tie.
‘I’ve never tried that sort of thing.’
He grinned sardonically. ‘Of course not, you being just a schoolgirl, even if you are a naughty one.’
Obviously, he thought she was lying about never having tried being tied up and that her protests were part of the
role she was playing. She asked, ‘What should I call you, sir?’
‘Call me John and lose the “sir”. Now, about your punishment. What do you think would be appropriate?’
Before her mind could process his question, Sarah blurted, A spanking?’
‘I agree. How many slaps do you think you deserve?’
She’d thought about it, and she’d been warned he might want to do it to her, but now that it seemed inevitable and so close, her knees trembled and her throat dried up.
‘I asked you how many,’ he insisted.
Sarah swigged the last of her Coke and managed to say, ‘That’d be up to you, John, wouldn’t it?’
He nodded in an approving way. ‘I see that they chose you well.’ John sat on the side of the bed, facing the mirror doors of the closet. He patted his left knee and turned his right leg out sideways. ‘Come here then.’
A thousand hummingbirds fluttered their tiny cold wings inside Sarah’s tummy. Dragging her feet, and having no problem looking scared, she rounded the bed and bent over his left knee. His right knee clamped hers. He’d done this before. His hand pushed down between her shoulder blades.
What was she supposed to do with her hands? Veronica should have given her lessons.
Sarah felt her skirt being lifted. Christ, here it comes. Any moment now … A hand smoothed over her bum, which might as well have been bare for all the protection her thong gave her. Maybe the thong had been a mistake. If there’d been some sort of fabric covering her cheeks, it might have helped.
‘Very nice,’ he said.
That was her bottom he was talking about. One cheek was compressed gently. Perhaps he wasn’t actually going to spank her. Perhaps it would be pretend, not for real. He was stroking her skin now, as if he was admiring it, not at all as if he …
Ouch! So much for the ‘pretend’. That really hurt. His palm came down again, on the other cheek, then on the first one again. Now he was caressing her once more. Was that it? Had he finished with …
‘Ow!’ No, he hadn’t finished. Sarah took a deep breath. ‘Ow!’
Was that OK, to yelp like that?
‘Uh, uh, uh!’ She had no choice but to make noises. Her entire bottom was stinging. It had to be crimson by now. She could feel it burning. And some women liked this?
Her legs flailed, or tried to. His right leg was clamping her thighs, making her struggles impotent. His blows came fast, staccato, then slow again. It felt as if he was striking obliquely, clipping her rounded bum cheeks rather than slapping straight down on them.
And she was enduring the abuse. That was something to be proud of, wasn’t it? To be able to take it without … Funny, it didn’t hurt so much any more, no, that wasn’t right, it did hurt, but in a different way. Her bum had to be swollen and glowing and the heat was spreading and … She was wet, between her legs. Sarah realised that her clit was tingling and had been for some time. Her face was wet as well, so she’d been crying without realising it. What did she look like? Oh – the mirror.
She turned her head. His face was intent on what he was doing to her. Her bottom was fiery. It was very sexy, watching him spanking her. It occurred to Sarah that a lot of people would be turned on if they could watch her bottom getting slapped.
And it continued. It should have been unbearable by now but somehow it wasn’t. Out of nowhere, Sarah felt a sudden rush of absolute bliss. Her clit, even though he hadn’t touched it, felt incredibly sensitive. Yes, she was getting off on what he was doing to her. Amazing!
The slaps stopped. Sarah pushed her bum up at him.
‘That’s enough,’ he told her. His voice was hoarse with lust.
Sarah slithered off his thigh to kneel on the floor between his feet. Looking up at him, and in her best Oliver Twist imitation, she asked, ‘Please, sir, may I have some more?’
There was admiration in his coal-black eyes. He said, You little hussy! What a pain-slut you are.’
‘Please? I was – I think I could have – you know.’
‘Climaxed? Do you usually climax from a spanking?’
Sarah shook her head. ‘I was telling you the truth when I told you that I’d never been spanked before. This was my very first time, honest. I do think I could have got there, though, if you’d gone on a little longer.’
He pulled her up to sit her tender bottom on his lap and cuddled her close. ‘I believe you. You’re quite incredible, young lady. I’ve never known a girl take her first spanking so well. You are as brave as you are beautiful.’
Sarah whispered, ‘Thank you,’ against his chest. ‘Are you going to spank me again?’
‘Let me see.’ He flipped her over, belly down, across his knees again, and pulled her skirt up. A hand stroked her bum gently. ‘You’re burning hot, young lady. What is your name, by the way?’
‘Sarah.’
‘Well, Sarah, I pride myself on the care with which I spank, but your cute little derrière is showing some blue through the crimson and pink. It’s a pretty effect. Take a look.’
He stood her with her back to the mirror. Sarah peered over her shoulder. Jesus Christ! Her entire bum, from the backs of her upper thighs up, was mottled with livid bruises.
‘If I spanked you any more right now, you’d be very stiff afterwards. I wouldn’t want that. I like my lovers to be flexible. Still, we have the rest of today and all of tomorrow. When and if your bruises have faded, ask me again and we’ll see.’
Sarah said, ‘Thank you,’ but she could feel that her face was pouting.
‘Are you very horny?’
‘Yes, John.’
‘I like that. I like you, Sarah. We’ll have fun, I promise. Meanwhile, take your thong off.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Sarah reached up under her kilt and pulled her thong down. It tugged from between the lips of her pussy as if reluctant to leave it.
‘And lose the kilt.’
‘Yes, sir.’ She unbuttoned its waistband and let it fall.
‘Did you watch yourself in the mirror when I spanked you?’
She nodded, suddenly shy at being stark naked between her flimsy see-through shirt and her hose.
‘You enjoyed watching yourself?’
‘Yes,’ she admitted.
He hitched himself further back on the bed and patted the duvet between his spread thighs. ‘Sit here, Sarah.’
Sarah sat. His chest was a warm padded wall behind her. She leant into its comforting bulk. He reached over to take hold of her thighs, lifted and spread them, so that they overlapped his. His fingers untied the knot that secured her shirt.
‘Isn’t she lovely?’ he whispered into her ear, smiling into their reflections in the mirror. ‘The picture of depraved innocence.’
‘And he’s handsome.’
‘Thanks, but let’s concentrate on her for now. The poor girl is so horny, it hurts, right?’
Sarah nodded.
‘We can see it in the little slut’s lovely eyes. She looks so young and innocent but, deep down inside, she’s depraved. She’s going to play with her pussy now, Sarah. She knows that we’re watching but that just makes it better for her, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes.’ The Sarah in the mirror spread her sex with two fingers.
John’s lips brushed Sarah’s nape. His breath was hot. ‘Today, she had her first ever spanking and she almost came. What a naughty girl she is.’
Sarah’s reflection worked the index finger of her other hand into the glistening pinkness of her sex.
John cupped Sarah’s breasts, her nipples held between his thumbs and index fingers. ‘She’s ashamed to be watched, that little hussy, but that just makes it better for her. Right?’
Sarah nodded. There was something about this man that made it impossible for her to deny her own depravity.
‘There’s so much she wants to try, that bad girl. She loves sex. She loves to be fucked, but there is so much more that she’s curious about. Tell me, Sarah. Tell me what that wicked little girl would like to try.’
> ‘I …’ Sarah’s voice left her. There were things, things she hadn’t admitted even to herself.
His right hand left her breast to hold her throat, not tightly, but letting her feel his strength. ‘Tell me about Sarah,’ he insisted. ‘Tell me her deepest and darkest fantasies.’
‘She … She enjoyed that movie – the woman tied up while the man tormented her.’
‘And she’d like that, to be bound and helpless with a man teasing her?’
‘Yes.’ It crossed Sarah’s mind that John had hypnotised her, but she knew he hadn’t. It was just that he had somehow given her permission to reveal her wildest self. He was so much in control of her, more so than even Peter the Masseur had been, and feeling totally subjugated somehow freed her.
What Peter had done to her body, making it his toy, John was now doing to her mind. The thought was simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying.
‘What else?’ he continued. ‘Tell me what she hasn’t done yet, the degrading things, the humiliating ones, the things that something dark and secret inside her craves.’ His thumb and finger were teasing her nipple. Sarah could feel a pulse in her throat, beating against his palm. Part of her wanted to flee; another part wanted to grovel at John’s feet.
The mirror Sarah was fingering her clit. The captive Sarah whispered, ‘I’ve never …’
‘Never what?’
‘Um, Greek?’
‘You’ve never been buggered?’
‘No, never.’
‘Would you like to be?’
How could she answer that? It would hurt, for sure. It would be degrading. Somehow, she croaked, ‘I’m not sure, but …’
‘I understand,’ he whispered. ‘She’s thinking about what it’d feel like. Look at her.’
The girl in the mirror had made a fan of her fingers and was frotting it across her clit frantically. And that was her. And the thought of being sodomised was exciting the mirror Sarah into a frenzy.
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