Working It Out - full-length erotic novel (Xtrm BDSM novel)

by Teri Trojan

  ‘Competition, you mean? I guess you’re right. Andreas buys me things he likes. I’ve never disliked anything he’s chosen. And knowing what he likes makes it easy to please him as well as myself.’

  ‘I’d better get ready for my next session.’

  ‘Bit weird, isn’t it? What some men like, I mean.’

  ‘Probably. But it’s not a problem to me. It’s something I can do and I’m getting paid very well.’

  ‘You’re not kidding. You’ll be buying your own flat soon, let alone paying your share of the rent.’

  ‘I’m investing most of it. I won’t be able to do this sort of thing for ever so I’m making provisions for the future. I don’t intend to become one of those people who struggles when they’re past it. You’re OK doing what you’re doing, aren’t you?’

  ‘I guess so. Not terribly hard work for the money and I’m getting fitter.’

  ‘And how’s your love life?’

  ‘Same old same old. Shame Will and Anderson are partners. Dishy pair. I could go for either of them, given half a chance.’

  ‘What they say, I’m afraid. The best looking guys already have boyfriends of their own.’

  It was late when Andreas returned home that evening. Shoanna ate dinner alone and had settled down to watch a DVD. He looked weary and seemed to be in a bad mood.

  ‘What’s up?’ she asked.

  ‘Discovered one of my people was cheating the books. I had to deal with him. Always pisses me off when someone thinks they can double-cross me. He won’t try anything again.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.’ She stared at him. What was he implying? She gave a shrug. She didn’t want to know how he dealt with anyone who crossed him, but would make very sure she didn’t do anything wrong.

  ‘So, cheer me up,’ he said. ‘Have you made any plans for Friday night?’

  ‘What sort of plans?’

  ‘We spoke of it. Something to keep me excited during the formal dinner. I have an excellent plan for you. You’re going to love it.’

  ‘What sort of thing do you mean?’

  ‘Something like your emerald attachments. Use your imagination. I don’t want to be disappointed.’

  Shoanna frowned. What on earth could she do? She’d have to give it some thought.

  ‘I haven’t seen the dress you plan to wear,’ Andreas said. ‘Go and try it on for me.’

  ‘There are two. You have to choose the one you like best.’

  ‘OK. Go and try them on for me.’

  She picked the softer silk one and slipped it on. It rested closely against her figure, showing off every detail. She’d possibly need to wear one of Mandeka’s bras under it. She went back to show it to Andreas.

  ‘Nice. What’s the other one like?’

  ‘Heavier material. Long slit up the front and actually quite modest at the top.’

  ‘Let me see.’

  She went to change, returning minutes later in the second dress.

  ‘Now that’s better,’ Andreas said. ‘More suitable for the purpose.’ The dress had a high neck and long sleeves and looked very modest indeed until she turned and revealed that it was almost backless. ‘Yes, that one. Much more suitable for my plans.’

  ‘I can’t wait. What on earth do you have in mind?’

  ‘Right now? Bed. I want to fuck you. See, I’m already excited by you. Go and change. I’ll be there in a moment.’

  She went and stripped off, hanging the dresses back in the cupboard. Maybe he was going to dress her in his chastity belt again on Friday. OK, she would arrange something similar for him. No doubt there was something she could use among his sex toys. She lay on his large bed and waited for him to join her. It was getting quite late and both were tired. It would be something fairly simple and possibly conventional tonight. Nice.

  * * *

  When Friday arrived, Andreas spent the day at home, overseeing all the details for his weekend of entertaining. He had instructed Shoanna to stay at home too and not arrange any clients. It was going to be a grand affair with outside caterers and an events organiser taking charge.

  The terrace was decorated with lights, and huge arrangements of flowers were banked everywhere. A gazebo had been erected to cover it over in case of rain, and champagne and canapés were to be served out there. Guests were invited for seven-thirty and Andreas took her to dress at six.

  ‘The hairdresser will be here in 45 minutes to fix your hair,’ he told her.

  ‘I didn’t realise it needed fixing.’

  ‘Thought you’d like to have a special style for the evening. I’ve got something special for you to wear.’

  ‘Whatever you like. So, what’s all the fuss about now? Why are you looking as if you’re about to dress me yourself?’

  ‘What I have planned, you can’t put on yourself. Now, bend over the end of the bed.’ She did as she was told. Was he about to have sex with her? ‘Spread your legs apart.’ She did so and waited slightly nervously. She felt something slide into her anus.

  ‘Ouch. What are you doing?’

  ‘Haven’t you had a bum-plug in you before?’

  ‘A what?’

  ‘You heard. A bum-plug. A butt-plug. Exactly what it sounds like. Enhances and restricts anything that goes into your vagina.’

  She felt something cold press against the top of her bum crack. It was an oddly sensitive area and she felt a tingle of expectation run through her body.

  ‘Mmm, that feels strange but nice.’

  ‘As intended. Now, roll over and spread your legs again.’ She did as he asked, and tried to see what he had in his hand but he pushed her down. ‘Relax, my darling.’ She felt something firm pushed into her vagina and something hard pressed against her clitoris. ‘You’ve used a vibrator before many times, I’m sure. This is something like that.’ He fastened a slim chain round her waist and clipped whatever it was to it. ‘Good girl. I promised you some new nipple clamps. See these? Pure gold.’ He pressed them into place and she groaned.

  ‘This is torture. Agonising and exciting.’

  ‘I’m attaching them to the chain round your waist. Whenever you move, you’ll know it’s me stimulating you. Nobody else will know. Now you can stand up and see the effect. Move carefully. It will feel strange at first till you are used to them all.’

  She looked at herself in the mirror. The chains held the insertions firmly in place and, once she was used to the feeling, she found it very exciting. Her breasts were standing proud with their golden crowns and her slightest movement sent thrills round her whole body.

  ‘Your turn now. You’d better strip off yourself. I can’t promise anything quite like this array. But then I don’t have quite your resources. I’d never even heard of bum-plugs or I could have used something like that on you too. Never mind, what I have should suffice. Lie back.’

  She bent over him. He was already erect, presumably from the excitement he had felt “dressing” her. When she bent forward, she gasped as her own insertion seemed to be pulling together.

  ‘What’s wrong?’

  ‘Nothing. Just getting used to the additions to my body.’ She picked up the bag of goodies she had prepared for him, hoping it would satisfy his desires, or at least curb them. She took out a sort of chain pouch and slipped it over his penis. It was on the small side but she smiled as she squeezed him into it and fastened it tightly at the base. He groaned in his turn. She took two more lengths of fine chain and wrapped them round his balls, separating them, and finally winding it round the base of them too. She attached the chain to the net pouch and clipped them into place with a tiny padlock, constricting both at the same time. She pushed the key into the drawer, out of his reach. ‘I hope that pleases you.’

  ‘I’m not sure. I’m already feeling very compressed. It’s quite painful.’

  ‘Good. It’s your punishment and you can’t complain to anyone. I can look at you and know that whatever happens, I’m in
charge.’

  ‘You may like to think so. You’ll have to wait and see. Now, go and put on that gorgeous dress and I’ll give you the diamond collar and some earrings.’

  A few minutes later, she stood beside him. He was wearing a white dinner jacket and looked good enough to eat.

  ‘You scrub up well,’ she murmured.

  ‘And you look gorgeous. Turn round.’ He fixed the diamond choker collar round her neck and hung a pair of long drop earrings with tiny diamonds into her ears. ‘I have a diamond hair clip for you too. A little extra something for being such a good girl. Just be careful how you sit down and enjoy the evening.’

  The hairdresser came in and quickly made a series of intricate curls, lifting the hair high on top of Shoanna’s head and fixing it with a clip studded, presumably, with more diamonds.

  ‘Goodness. I’m dressed like a Christmas tree. All this glitter.’

  ‘You look stunning,’ said the girl. ‘There may be a lot of diamonds there but they are quite discreet.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Shoanna said, looking into the mirror and seeing a stranger. Some beautiful woman she could hardly recognise. She stood tall, feeling like that woman she scarcely knew. She wanted Andreas to be proud of her.

  The hairdresser left, and she went in search of her man. She slipped on shoes with extra high platform soles. They were a new pair she hoped wouldn’t be crippling her by the end of the evening. But one had to suffer to complete the exotic picture she already felt she was presenting. The stimulation against her clitoris was already making her feel weak with sexual tension and she wondered how long she could endure this amount of teasing.

  Andreas was standing on the terrace, a glass in hand, and talking to one of the early arrivals.

  ‘Ah, there you are. Come and meet my good friend, Thomas. He manages one of the businesses in the North. Another club. This is Shoanna. My partner.’ She smiled and held out her hand. She felt a delighted glow at being called Andreas’s partner. It gave public recognition of her status and was quite unexpected, knowing how the man always seemed to keep himself a little remote from any form of commitment.

  ‘I’m pleased to meet you. It’s nice to see our friend here settling down a little. I can see why he is attracted to you. You’re looking very beautiful.’

  ‘Thank you.’ She took a glass of champagne from Andreas and began to relax as more guests arrived. She was never left alone and felt proud to be meeting all these business colleagues and their wives. The women were all dressed to the nines, but she felt confident that she looked as good if not better than most of them. She and her man exchanged glances every now again, secret, intimate glances as if they were each remembering the things they were wearing beneath the smart evening clothes.

  She felt Andreas brush against her back and he gave her a knowing smile. A strange sensation coursed through her body as the vibrator inside her suddenly started to move. The bum-plug was also sending waves of tiny motion through her and the nipple clamps felt as if a thumb was gently moving over them. She almost fell against him as she felt an orgasm spreading through her body. She was breathing heavily and trying not show anything to the guests around them.

  As the flush subsided and she caught her breath back, she turned to Andreas, her eyebrows raised and questions in her eyes. He drew her behind one of the banks of flowers.

  ‘I promised you an extra surprise. A new line of ours. I have a remote control device in my pocket. Whenever I am close to you, those innocent looking chains can start to pass the vibrations to all the parts.’

  ‘How on earth does that work?’

  ‘The thing you feel at the base of your spine holds a tiny battery and receiver. When I press my controller, it sends a mild current through the chains, reaching you everywhere.’ He laughed as she started to wriggle again. ‘Any time I see you paying too much attention to one man, I shall remind you whose woman you really are.’

  ‘And every time you start to see me starting to come, I shall think of how tightly bound you are. An erection must be equally painful.’ They touched each other’s hands and smiled at each other.

  ‘You are one special woman, Shoanna. I hope you don’t get bored with me too soon.’

  ‘Me? Bored with you? I doubt that would ever happen. You have far too much imagination for one man.’

  ‘We should get back to our guests. Is Tara here yet? There’s someone I’d like her to meet.’

  ‘She’s chatting to a group back there. She looks good, doesn’t she?’

  ‘I sent her to Mandeka. I wanted her to have something nice to wear and she deserved a treat.’ Shoanna tried not to feel the pang of jealousy that suddenly hit her. What could her friend have done to deserve a special treat? She smiled and murmured a thank you.

  ‘I’ll get her to come over and you can make your introduction.’ She wove her way through the crowd and touched her friend’s arm. ‘Excuse me. Andreas wants a word with you, Tara. Like the dress.’

  ‘It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? I was surprised to be invited this evening and the dress was a real bonus. He’s very generous. I can see why you’ll do anything to please him. Well worth the effort. You’re looking pretty special too. The diamonds aren’t actually real, are they?’

  ‘I think so. I do feel a bit over-sparkly.’

  ‘Not at all. They are obviously quality when you look at them in the light. You look slightly dreamy. You haven’t been taking something, have you?’

  ‘Of course not. Only one glass of champers. I suspect I’ve actually fallen in love.’

  ‘Shoanna. That’s dangerous talk. You can’t be sure it will last.’

  ‘Maybe. But just at this moment …’ She broke off as a new wave of tiny throbbing vibrations started once more. She turned, sensing Andreas must be very close.

  ‘Tara. I want you to meet one of my managers. I think you’ll get on well.’ Andreas took her arm and led her away. The vibrations stopped as his remote control was out of reach.

  Shoanna stood still for moment, waiting for her pulse to return to normal. This was going to be a night and a half, and they hadn’t even sat down for dinner yet. She knew she was seated next to Andreas for the meal so she could expect more and stimulation as the night went on. Just how much could she take before she did a repeat performance of Meg Ryan in that famous film?

  Chapter Fourteen

  The party grew merry as course after course was served with different wines to accompany them. Andreas kept topping up his glass with mineral water and made sure Shoanna did the same. She had no need of alcohol to feel excited that night. He had seen to that in a big way. Tara was having a good time with the man she had been introduced to, and she felt pleased for her friend and not a little relieved that her jealousy was unfounded.

  She was busily chatting to the man on her other side and was beginning to tell him about her wrestling career. Suddenly, she felt the now familiar throbbing begin and excused herself, turning back to Andreas.

  ‘I’m having second thoughts about you fighting other men,’ he whispered.

  ‘Sorry? What do you mean?’

  ‘I mean that seeing you looking like that, I can’t bear the thought of anyone else experiencing being close to you. I want you to myself. I want you exclusively.’

  He sent an even stronger pulse rushing through her and she lay back against her seat, her eyes closed as she experienced a colossal orgasm that went on and on. She was panting and breathing wildly, any thought of self-control abandoned. Andreas watched her, a smile on his face as she climaxed and finally fell back, her face pink with her afterglow.

  ‘Shall we serve pudding now?’ He snapped his fingers to the caterer standing behind his seat and smirking at the spectacle he and most of the table had witnessed. As she opened her eyes again, Shoanna realised that everyone had seen her display. People began to murmur again and the silence was broken.

  She leant to whisper to him, ‘Bastard. That was so embarrassing.’

  ‘But you enjoyed
it.’

  ‘At the time maybe, but I don’t know where to look now.’

  ‘If it’s any consolation, I’m practically bursting out of this net contraption you’ve fixed on me. It’s extremely painful.’

  ‘Good.’

  ‘Everyone’s very curious to how why and how you had such an amazing orgasm. It should make an excellent sales pitch for the product when it goes on the market. I think half the women here would give their eye teeth for that sort of experience.’

  ‘I just hope you didn’t have some camera recording me.’

  ‘Funny you should think of that. This room does, in fact, have a built-in security system. There will be footage of your display recorded from every angle. They should give us our own private porn movie to watch later.’

  ‘Then make sure it remains private.’

  ‘Hush now. The entertainment is about to begin.’

  ‘I thought that was me, just then.’

  A group of dancers came into the room and began an energetic routine to one side of the table, where a space had been cleared. They finished and everyone applauded. A couple more routines were given and they left. As the meal was cleared and coffee served, Andreas stood and called for silence. He made a speech, thanking everyone for coming and began a series of awards for exceptional service. The winners were given expensive watches and jewellery for the women, with loud applause for each from their own particular tables. Finally, he announced the plans for the next day.

  ‘Coaches will collect you from your hotel at noon. There will be a barbeque lunch served on a river boat ending at a centre where paintball games will follow. So, be prepared for a lot of fun and some ruined clothing. Overalls are provided but, in my experience, that rarely works. Enjoy. Please return home safely. Anyone who drove here, please wait to be taken home. There are taxis booked, and they will return you here after tomorrow’s events to collect your cars. Music and dancing now, for as long as you like out on the terrace. And the bar is open until you all decide it should close.’

  The applause was long and loud as a vote of thanks was proposed by a senior member of the group. Much to Shoanna’s relief, everyone seemed to have forgotten her own embarrassing display. That was until Tara came to see her later.