I found it hard to lift myself off the couch without wincing but I manage to stand up.
“Wait!” he said, grabbing my arm.
“This isn’t going to work. I don’t want this. I don’t want any of it anymore. You married the wrong girl. I’m sure Janice will still take you back. She’s the right one for you.”
“Why should I be home alone while you are out with another man?”
“You sent me away, Luke. I went there for you.” I felt completely destroyed, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and never get out. “I did it for you.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“What does that matter?” I struggled to get away from him.
“It matters,” he said, tugging me closer.
“Not to me, it doesn’t.”
“Did Marcello take you to his restaurant for lunch?”
“We aren’t talking about me,” I said, wrenching my arm out of his grasp.
“Did you eat in the back or in the restaurant?”
“Why the hell does it matter? In the restaurant, why?”
“I thought so.”
“None of it matters now.” I went to sit down on the coffee table but then thought better of it.
“He hurt you,” Luke said, touching the side of my leg.
“That was the point, wasn’t it? We both knew it would happen with him.”
“He’s in love with you,” he said and then looked away. “I wasn’t sure when he and I talked but now I am.”
“You are all crazy. Here I’ve been thinking it’s me but clearly it’s all of you. Just leave me alone. I want all of you to leave me alone. I can’t take this anymore. You crucify me for being a liar and look at you? You’re the biggest liar of them all. You want to give me a hard time for what I did or didn’t do at the place you sent me to so you can justify having sex with someone else. Fuck whomever you want Luke and leave me the hell alone.” Acute despair gripped me, and I felt that the end had come.
“I didn’t know you would come back.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” I said, completely astonished. I felt the breath had been knocked out of me.
“She came back from Japan with me.”
“Oh, I see. Is that supposed to make it better?” My pulse raced. I started to pace back and forth, trying to get control of my breathing.
“I ended it—”
“After you had sex with her how many times?” That particular betrayal hurt worse than the first whipping at the hands of Janice or the caning by Marcello.
“Can we please start over?” he said. He stood up from the couch and lowered himself on his knee in front of me.
“I don’t see how we get past this.” Wrapping my arms around myself, I stopped in front of him and looked down.
“All I’m asking for is a chance.”
I stood there, splitting in two. I wanted to be in love, I wanted to be happy, but I didn’t know how we could ever find true common ground for that to happen. Could I get past him taking another woman? As much as I despised all of them in that moment I had to wonder if I’d ever truly know Luke. After one day with Marcello I left with a real sense of who he was and what he stood for. With Luke I was still at a loss.
“Please, Jane. We’re meant to be. You know that. We’re still very new and need to figure out our life together. I’m asking for both of us to start fresh today. Let’s leave the yesterdays behind and get back to the love and connection we share.”
“Meant to be? Those are just words and I don’t know if they are true of us anymore. I’m still left wondering if I will ever know you, if you will ever really let me in. I’m tired of feeling shut out.” I lowered my head in exhaustion. I felt defeated.
“Where is all this coming from, Jane?” Luke stood and reached out to pull me to him.
“No, Luke, a hug is not going to cut it this time. I can’t believe you decided to find someone new as soon as you arrived in Japan. I don’t know how to get past that, honestly, or any of it.”
“I’m asking for the chance, Jane,” he implored me, “and you know we had a good thing until just recently. Please, Janey.” He captured my hand in his, pleading with his eyes. “Let me make it up to you.” He wrapped his arms around my lower back, causing me to cry out.
Not waiting for my response, he slowly took off my shirt, folding it neatly. He unhooked my bra and kissed the place between my arm and my body. “I missed your smell. I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve tasted, touched, made love to you.”
He removed my shorts and folded them, placing them on top of my shirt. Finally he slipped off my white panties and viewed Marcello’s handiwork.
“What the fuck? I never thought he would use the cane on you. I thought he knew better than that.”
“He was angry.”
“Why?”
“I said your name at an inappropriate time.”
A huge smile spread across Luke’s face and he pushed out his chest. He chuckled and said, “I can’t begin to tell you how happy that makes me.”
“I didn’t realize I had done it but it was clear I had really angered him.”
“I promise you that I’ll never again send you to Marcello’s.”
“And other women?”
“That, too.”
I knew he meant it. His male pride would never allow him to send me back. I was immensely relieved. I hoped he also intended to keep his word about the other women.
CHAPTER TEN
Over the next few months our days quickly fell into a pattern that seemed to heal my heart and body and soothe my soul.
“Oh, I don’t want to get out of bed today,” I said as I lay in Luke’s arms with my head on his chest.
“Not yet, anyway,” he said, stroking my hair and gliding his hand down my back to tickle my ass. He abruptly lifted my left leg over him, bending my knee toward his chest. “You are always so ready for me, Janey,” he said as he trailed his fingers through my wetness.
I giggled as he continued thrumming his fingers back and forth over my clit. I lay on my side next to him, my lower leg running along his body and my upper leg spread over him at an extreme angle, leaving me totally exposed.
Grasping a fistful of my wavy brown hair, he brought my mouth to his. He took my mouth and made it his own, angling my head to further penetrate me with his tongue. He sucked my tongue into his mouth as if to fellate it. All the while, he ever so slowly circled his fingers around my arousal, dipping into my wetness and moving back to my sensitive clit. He nipped at my lower lip hungrily, escalating the fervor of my passion. Everything became a blur as I lost myself in his touch.
“Are you ready for this?” he growled, pushing me so that I lay on my back. He rolled onto his side and pulled my right leg over his waist and my left leg over his thigh. He pulled me in closer and slid home in one vivid plunge, leaving my pussy tight against his cock.
“Oh my god, Luke ... that is so good ... harder ... oh fuck,” I cried, feeling every push and pull of his rigid phallus. I gripped his thigh with my left hand and the sheet with my right, finding the leverage to meet his pounding thrusts. I wanted to grind myself against him.
He aggressively spread my thighs and said, “Baby, play with your clit for me.” I happily complied. Never having experienced this position before, I reveled over his mastery of me. I watched him rock his hips from his side position, gripping my thigh with his right arm and clutching my hair in his left hand. With my legs spread over his side, I had easy access to my clit.
I released the crumpled sheet in my right hand and frantically reached down between my legs, touching his thrusting cock coated with my fluids, bringing the moisture up to my clit. Still gripping his thigh with my left hand so as not to be pushed back from the force of this propulsion, I circled my arousal in time with Luke’s luscious assault. “Oh my god ... this feels so good ... keep going ... yes, yes, oh fuuuuck,” unwittingly tumbled out of my mouth each time he slapped against me. The roller
coaster of sensation kept climbing higher and higher and I knew what was next.
“Now, Jane. Cum with me!” Luke intensified his pace, reaching out to grab my shoulder and forcing me against his thrusts as I exploded along with him, riding the intoxication of our lovemaking to the bittersweet end.
When I shattered in ecstasy my body rhythmically doled out such delicious feelings of love for Luke that I wanted to cry. I couldn’t believe I would ever love anyone else this way. I felt connected, known, loved, accepted ... and so desired. I hadn’t realized how much that would come to matter to me. His insatiable longing for me made me feel invincible.
Morning sex had become my favorite way to wake up. Our voraciousness for each other hadn’t lessened and the sweet caresses had increased immeasurably. Luke seemed to revel in his love for me and didn’t seem to care who saw it.
“We must get up,” he said. “I want to get a run in before Tess and Carlie arrive for the shoot. And you, my little missy, need to finish choosing the rest of the pictures for next month. Now, out of bed!” He pushed me to the side.
“Okay, okay,” I said as I reluctantly stood up on my feet and padded toward the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. It didn’t take long for me to get ready, as clothing was still not allowed. Rule seven was still strictly enforced; however I had gained some slight ground in that I was allowed to wear shorts during my period if models or clients were at the house. “I’ll be back in thirty,” Luke called out. The door slammed behind him.
Luke opted to get his runs out of the way in the mornings and I still preferred to run in the evenings. We occasionally ran together and it was always such a wonderful reminder of how well our strides matched.
I made coffee, strolled into Luke’s office, and perused the photos for next month’s layout. I had started to zone out when the front door burst open and the voices of two giggly young twenty-somethings—dressed similarly in short-shorts, tanks, and flip-flops—boldly marched right into the office and dropped their gear on the floor.
Tess was naturally blond, fair-skinned, and slender, with perky girlish breasts. She had the delicate features of her Swedish ancestors.
Carlie rolled her eyes in Tess’s direction and put her hands on her slim waist, “What’s the plan for today?” Carlie was the full-bodied member of this lovely duo. Her body reminded me of Janice’s, but her most striking feature was her hair—long, silky auburn tresses that cascaded down her back. Her features had an exotic cast, as though she had Asian or Native American blood. I wondered if the hair was dyed. I couldn’t detect any roots, but the color didn’t seem real somehow.
“He plans to bind Tess with rope,” I explained, “wrapped around her torso and legs, arms in. You will be suspended horizontally in the air, face down, above her.”
Luke returned from his run, toweling off the sweat from his face, and headed straight for the shower.
“Is this for a client or just for the website?” With a toss of her shiny hair, she flicked her question at me and pouted her full lips. She was clearly annoyed to have to deal with a go-between.
“Customer request,” I said. I sliced the banana bread and laid out fresh strawberries and cream.
Luke returned and swooped in from behind, wrapping me in his arms, his sandy brown hair still wet from the shower. He nuzzled my neck to breathe in my scent. He reached around me, grabbed a strawberry and popped it into his mouth. He eyed Carlie for a moment then said, “Are you giving Jane a hard time, Carlie?” His stern voice surprised me but also warmed my heart.
“I’m here to work with you, Luke, as we’ve always done.” She looked over my head at him and I couldn’t help wonder if my husband had played with Carlie before I came along. He had promised me he wouldn’t be using past flings as models but she seemed possessive.
“I’m only going to say this to you once, so listen well. If you don’t adjust your attitude immediately and show Jane the reverence she deserves, you will no longer be posing for me and I will take down your other photos from the website. Are we clear?”
Luke lifted my hair and kissed the back of my neck. “Let’s start, love, shall we?” he whispered into my ear.
He took a slice of the bread and we all followed him to the studio/office, which contained a small stage.
“Carlie your back needs to be striped first,” Luke said. “Would you prefer to be tied up for the whipping? I’m almost inclined to let Jane handle it, but I don’t think she has it in her to do it hard enough.”
Carlie disrobed and slipped into her stiletto heels, which accentuated her long curvy legs and round buttocks. She strutted to the far side of studio and grabbed the two straps that were hanging from an eyelet in the ceiling. “These will work,” she said, whirling her back to us and bending slightly at the waist.
I watched as Luke examined the wall of whips and paddles and chose a flogger I never had the pleasure or pain of experiencing. It didn’t look particularly friendly to me. The black rubber tresses looked stiff and thick, the handle a swirl in black and white. She shouldn’t have pissed him off, I thought. Upsetting Luke just before a whipping had never worked in my favor. I almost felt sorry for her but only almost.
He stepped up toward her, leaving a large swing radius between him and her body. Looking back, I wished he’d warned me about what would happen. I did not enjoy the show.
He swung the whip with full force and struck her back. As the sound reverberated in the room, she yelled out, “Harder!”
On and on it went, Luke striping her back and her not getting enough of it. I could see the sweat building up on Luke’s forehead and I can’t believe I’m admitting it but jealously screamed through me. I could feel the heat flaming my face.
“Oh Luke, you are so good to me,” she said, panting and breathing heavily.
I wondered why he didn’t stop after she was clearly covered with welts. Then I knew the answer ... and I wanted to claw her eyes out.
She made no noise as the orgasm hit her but her body convulsed over and over and over again. I fled the studio and found refuge in my writing room. I no longer cared about the photo shoot. I threw open my computer and wrote out all my anger and hurt. How could he?
“Jane!” I heard Luke calling me from the office.
I ignored him and kept attacking my keyboard.
“Jane, what the fuck are you doing?” he said as he leaned into the doorway of my room. “These women work for me. Do not make me look bad or you will so regret your punishment later.”
“Really?”
“I told you before, it happens sometimes.”
“You made it happen and that’s completely unacceptable to me.”
“Get your shit together, Jane. This will be a fabulous shoot but I want your help. And I want to see a smile on your face when you return. Make it happen, Jane, and I’ll consider forgoing your punishment.”
“I’m not prepping her,” I said. I stood up and crossed my arms in front of me, not backing down.
“You’re pushing it,” he said, taking a step toward me.
“I’m pushing it? You push me too far!” I took a step around him and tromped through our bedroom to the bathroom. I used the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror. Buck up, girl, I told myself, and get this shoot over with. The sooner Carlie’s out of the house, the better.
Ignoring Carlie, I headed straight to Tess and began prepping her for the pictures. I brushed her white-blonde hair away from her alabaster neck and applied the olive oil to her back and shoulders, letting her oil the rest of her body. Moving her to stand on the center of the stage, I then took the Pro Manila rope Luke had left out for the shoot and started at her shoulders. I held the long heavy rope in one hand, pulling hard with the other. With her arms at her sides I wrapped the rope tightly around her chest, tucking the end down after a couple revolutions of the thick beige rope. Pulling tightly just above her cleavage, I wound the rope again just under her breast, allowing her small pert bosom to thrust out. Her long pencil eraser
nipples stood erect and her pale pink areolas bulged.
I continued winding around until I reached her pubis. Then, skipping over her shaven pussy, I wrapped the rope around her right leg, making tight circles looped one right next to the other to just above her ankle. Placing the remainder of the rope on the dark wood stage, I pulled the spreader bar over to me and attached the shackle to her right ankle. Looking up I said, “I need you to spread your legs, please.” I quickly attached the other side of the spreader bar to her left foot. While I finished roping Tess’s left leg, she used my shoulder to balance herself a few times.
“Do you think you can stand here for a few seconds while I go get the spray bottle?” I said, letting my gaze travel to Luke and Carlie.
“Sure,” said Tess.
As I skulked over to the cabinets to the left of the door, I could see Carlie’s straight auburn hair cascading down her tan back. The marks of her beating were only visible in the places her hair did not cover. Her arms were held tautly behind her, as Luke had tied four revolutions of smaller gauged rope around her wrists and tied it off with a knot. The rope trailed about two inches farther up her forearms, where four more revolutions bound her arms tightly together. Luke had just completed the pattern for a third time. I could see he intended to continue it all the way up her arms. Her body reminded me much more of Janice’s than mine and I could feel my anger ratcheting up. I did an about-face, snatched the spray bottle and tramped back to Tess.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Tess whispered. “She’s just jealous of you.”
Of me? I thought. She just wants what I have.
I looked at Tess and she smiled at me. “Okay, let’s spray you and then we can lower you down.”
Luke came over to help me get Tess horizontal and Carlie followed in tow, kicking her heels off to the side. Her green eyes glared at me, and I rolled my eyes back at her. She now wore a leather girdle that had metal spikes sticking out along the center line of the front.
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