Two Shades of the Lilac Sunset

by Rosen Trevithick

  “I need you, Miss Cassidy,” he continued in a deep, seductive tone that made her wobble. “Is that what you want? Me inside you?”

  Slowly, she dared to nod.

  “Then get down on your hands and knees.”

  “Pardon?”

  “Get down on your hands and knees.”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  Willow felt dubious, but he was the one who’d had sex before. She felt sure he must know what he was doing. She got down onto her hands and knees. What harm could it do?

  “That’s right, Miss Cassidy.”

  “The floor’s cold.”

  “Don’t answer back!”

  Willow stood up, searching for signs of humour. “What is this all about? Is this some sort of test?”

  “Yes. That is exactly what it is. Remember when I said I like certain things? I meant this.”

  “You prefer women on their hands and knees?”

  “I only like women on their hands and knees.”

  “No offence Nat, but that walk out to Maenporth would have been somewhat difficult down on the ground.”

  “You don’t get it,” growled Nat. He went over to the window and leaned on the safety bar, looking out to sea.

  “What don’t I get?”

  “Me! I don’t do all that hearts and flowers stuff. That’s not who I am.”

  Willow didn’t entirely understand why that was a problem. Romantic decoration wasn’t important to her either.

  “I’m a dominant.”

  Willow took a few moments to take this in. “You mean you’re into S&M?” Her heart began to roll down a bumpy hill.

  “Sometimes. Not necessarily.”

  “What’s the problem? I assumed you’d be taking the lead anyway.”

  “It’s not about taking the lead.” Nat seemed almost angry that she didn’t understand. “It’s about so much more than that.”

  “So tell me,” asked Willow, standing up and trying to take his hand. “Show me.”

  He shook her off. “If we were right for each other, I wouldn’t have to explain.”

  Willow’s jaw dropped. He knew that she was a virgin so how could he expect her to know all about domination? Even if she weren’t a virgin, she was only twenty-one – surely knowing all about the intricacies of S&M at that age was far from the norm.

  “If we are to have an ongoing association, I need to know that we are compatible.”

  “Ongoing association? You mean a relationship?”

  “No, Miss Cassidy. I do not.”

  “I don’t understand.” Where was the man from the beach? Where was the man who wanted to go on a sea safari? Where was the man Mrs Willis secretly yearned after?

  “I’m going back to London tomorrow and we might very well not see each other for a couple of months.”

  “Months?”

  “I need to know whether or not we are compatible, in order to decide whether or not to keep you on.”

  “Keep me on?”

  “Yes. I can’t afford to waste two months wondering whether we are sexually compatible.”

  Willow was having trouble understanding where things had gone wrong. One moment they’d been locked in a steamy clinch in the lift, and now she felt totally distant from him. A few minutes ago she’d wanted nothing more than for him to show her how intimate love making felt. Now she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be here.

  “You just don’t understand.”

  “Then tell me.”

  He turned around and faced Willow. There was a wicked glint in his eye. “I’d rather show you.”

  Willow said nothing.

  “But asking you to get down on your hands and knees was the wrong way to start. Let’s try something else.”

  Willow felt awkward but intrigued.

  “Come here,” he said, beckoning for Willow to join him at the window. “Put your hands on the bar like I just did.”

  Willow obliged. It was, after all, something she’d done of her own accord yesterday. She welcomed another opportunity to drink in the view.

  “Move your hips back, so that you are leaning in more.”

  Willow did as she was told.

  Suddenly, she felt a short, sharp slap right across both buttocks. He spanked me? What the …?

  As the warmth spread across the surface of her ass and then diminished, she concluded that she didn’t dislike it. It was just something of a shock. This wasn’t something she’d read about in foreplay articles. Was this what he’d meant by specific tastes?

  “Again?” asked Nat.

  Willow wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. This wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she came back here, but she thought she might as well freewheel and see where it led. “Okay,” she said casually. It was all good cheeky fun.

  “That is not how you respond.”

  “Okay …”

  “Stop it! ‘Okay’ is not acceptable.”

  Willow had no idea what to say, so she remained silent.

  “You say ‘Yes, sir’. And you continue to say ‘Yes, sir’ until it hurts so bad that you can no longer take it and then you beg me to stop. Do you understand?”

  What happened to playful? “Yes, sir,” she said, feeling self-conscious. But then again, she’d said worse in amateur dramatics.

  Nat slapped her again.

  “Now what do you say? Another slap?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He hit her again, this time more vigorously. Willow felt the sting spread to her groin, morphing into a warm, pleasurable and familiar sensation. Was that why people liked spanking? Because the warmth was similar to the warmth they felt when turned on? She felt a trickle of moisture escape onto her minora. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she defied him.

  “Again?”

  “Go fuck yourself.”

  She saw his gobsmacked reflection in the glass. He slapped her with such velocity that she fell forward, winding herself on the safety bar.

  Three more in quick succession. Slap! Slap! Slap!

  “Stop!”

  Slap! He hit her again.

  Willow plunged backwards, pushing him away. “I said ‘stop’!”

  “Hmm,” replied Nat, casually. “We’re going to need a safe word.”

  “‘Stop’ isn’t enough?”

  “Of course it isn’t enough. But we won’t worry about a safe word today. I’ll look after you.”

  Does that mean that usually he won’t look after me?

  “Did I say you could let go of the rail?”

  “Don’t hit me again,” she said firmly.

  “I won’t. I’m done with that, for now.”

  He pressed his body against her back and began kissing her neck. Willow could make out a hazy, teasing reflection in the glass. Being able to see him, but not clearly, was arousing.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and began massaging her body – her stomach, her sides, her breasts …

  He cupped her full breasts in his hands. “Your breasts are perfect – elegant.”

  “Elegant?”

  He ran his hand along the neckline of her dress, then slipped a finger under the fabric. He brushed her nipple so gently that it felt like little more than the kiss of a breeze. It was far removed from his treatment of her arse.

  He dropped down, placing a hand on her knee, which he began creeping up her inner thigh. Willow felt glad for the moisture between her legs; it would help show him how compatible they were.

  His hand worked its way inside the elastic of her knickers. She waited eagerly for them to creep towards her labia, but instead, he snapped the knicker elastic and took his hand away. “Take your dress off.”

  “I thought …”

  “What have I said about answering back? I ask you to do something, and you say ‘yes, sir’.”

  Willow blushed. It seemed a bit soon, but she supposed her dress was coming off eventually, so why resist? “Aren’t you going to close the blin
ds?”

  Nat laughed. “Nobody can see you up here, unfortunately.”

  “Unfortunately?”

  “I would love to get you naked standing in a window like this on a lower floor, for the world to know that you are mine.”

  Willow smiled. His. “Help me with my zip?”

  Nat slowly lowered her zip. With each tooth she quaked a little more. Eventually, the dress dropped to the floor.

  Willow felt vulnerable standing in the window in just her underwear, while Nat was fully dressed. But she found it added to the building anticipation.

  Expertly, Nat unclipped the back of her bra. It dropped to the ground. Willow felt as though she were topless for the very first time. She checked the reflection and saw the detail of her nipples shimmering back.

  Nat dropped onto his knees again. He began licking the back of her thighs, then running his tongue along the creases where her legs joined her bottom. She felt his fingers tugging at her knickers.

  Willow panicked. Not only was she going to be completely naked in front of a man for the first time, but his face was right next to her knickers. Thanks to the way she was bending over, her pussy was centre stage. She held her breath as he eased her knickers down her legs. Even she had not seen her pussy up this close.

  His finger traced her cleft. She flinched. Then he took his hand to his lips, licking her juices from his finger. She felt shocked and a little grossed out. She straightened her back.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Miss Cassidy?”

  “Um …”

  “Get back over your bar where I put you.”

  She heard a clink as he emptied items from his pockets onto the floor. He swiftly unzipped his flies. Was that how her first time was going to be? Taken from behind by a clothed man while she was naked in the window of a penthouse? Not face-to-face, naked in bed like she had always imagined?

  Then came the sound of foil torn open. Where had that condom come from? Had he had it in his pocket all day? Had he known?

  “I was going to prep you first,” he said, placing a finger against the opening of her moist vagina, “but I can see that I don’t need to.”

  He grabbed her hips with his hands. She felt the tip of his cock push against her labia.

  “You’re so beautiful, Miss Cassidy.”

  She felt his cock gouge inside her.

  She waited, expecting herself to feel something, like when two wires join together to create a circuit. But nothing happened. No electricity. No fireworks. None of whatever it was that people raved about. His cock didn’t feel entirely different from a couple of fingers – bigger, of course, but there was nothing particularly divine about it. If anything, it stung a little.

  “How do you like that?”

  “Oh yes,” she lied.

  He withdrew a little, then pushed it in again. It felt as mundane as somebody prodding her nose with a thumb. Where were the flutes and the clarinets?

  Perhaps it was because she couldn’t see him, couldn’t appreciate his lovely face. She’s never seen his cock and wished she could have taken a look first. She wanted to explore every part of his naked body, but the glimpses she got from the window were of a clothed man.

  Her pussy began to sting. How could a smooth cock sting? Was it the condom?

  She pulled forwards, dropping him.

  Nat growled, frustrated.

  Willow turned to face him. “I want to see you.” She pushed his chest, telling him to get down on the floor. He dropped himself onto the floor, looking surprised.

  She climbed on top of him, straddling him. That’s better! She could see his face. She tried to lower herself onto his cock but found that it was too difficult, so she took it in her hand to try and guide it in.

  She found that she wanted to know more about his penis. She didn’t want it in her pussy where she could barely discern it from a hefty selection of fingers, not until she had had a chance to know it better.

  She rolled onto her side and laid next to him, caressing his cock through the condom, admiring the way the tip gave it shape. She looked over at his face. He looked bored. Was she that bad?

  Nat didn’t look bored for long. He quickly rolled her onto her back, jilting his cock from her hand. “I told you that I need to dominate.” Without waiting for a reaction, he plunged his cock inside her again.

  Willow smiled. She smiled with a sweetness that only a woman who has never enjoyed sex would think appropriate. As he thrust inside her, she smiled some more. “Ooh,” she said.

  Evening of Monday 20 th April – inside a house off Woodlane

  Ross’s flat was clean but untidy. Every surface was covered in model Volkswagen camper vans, Lego snowboarders and clay starfish. He had stacks of DVDs covering everything from Dexter through to Spaced.

  Demi sat on his bed. “How big?”

  Ross laughed and placed a large, locked record box on his bed.

  “That’s practically a trunk! You could fit a body in that!”

  “We can try, if you like?” joked Ross.

  “Ha! I know I said I was interested in trying new things, but that’s not quite what I had in mind.”

  Ross turned a key in the lock. “Are you ready for this?”

  Demi rubbed her hands together jokily.

  Ross pulled back the lid of the box.

  “What is that?” asked Demi, pointing to a massive dildo. “I thought you wanted to be the master.”

  “This is for you,” he said, pulling it out and wiggling it around.

  “What’s wrong with yours?” she asked, looking at his crotch. “Too wonky?”

  “Shut it.”

  “Seriously though, why not just use what nature gave you?”

  “Because nature only gave me one.”

  Demi paused for a moment but then it hit her. “Oh, I see.”

  “Shall I start a ‘no’ pile then.”

  “Ha ha! I think you had better.”

  Ross put the dildo on the left of the record box. Demi looked at it for a while. She whistled innocently, reached out an arm and gradually moved it to the ‘yes’ side of the box. Ross raised his eyebrows and smiled.

  He pulled a red, satin blindfold out from the box.

  “Now we’re talking!” Demi grabbed the blindfold and attempted to fasten it around her head.

  Ross chuckled when he saw the pickle she had made of the bow. “Allow me.” He untangled a few strands of her golden hair and tied the blindfold in a secure bow.

  “How do I look?”

  Instead of speaking, Ross made a hungry growl. He rummaged around in the box. “Since you can’t see, we had better put these in the ‘yes’ pile.”

  Demi quickly slid the blindfold up to her forehead. “Oh no you don’t!” she cried, when she saw Ross playfully placing two clips next to the pre-approved dildo. Demi examined them. “Crocodile clips?”

  “They’re covered.”

  “What if one of the covers slips off?”

  “Superglue?”

  “No. Just no. Covers or no covers, I can’t deal with nipple clamps. My nipples get chaffed if they’re even kissed for too long.”

  “Is that a challenge?” asked Ross, discarding the nipple clamps onto the floor. He dived on top of her, flattening her against the bed, and lunged towards her nipples waving his tongue around in a menacing fashion.

  “No! No!” she shrieked, kicking and giggling.

  “You’ve asked for it now, Missie!”

  Demi giggled as Ross ripped open her shirt. However, when she stopped wriggling, she could feel his warm breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and sank into the mattress, moaning with pleasure as his tongue began to circle her nipples.

  Evening of Monday 20 th April – inside a penthouse on the sea front

  Nat and Willow lay beside each other on the wood-clad flooring. She looked up at the ceiling. So that was it; that was sex. It felt a bit like being told there was no Father Christmas. But she did appreciate the intimacy. She loved being t
hat close to another human – that close to Nat.

  “I’ll call you a cab.”

  “What?”

  “Sorry. I haven’t sorted out a chauffeur down here yet,” he added without a shred of humour.

  “I thought … I assumed … aren’t we going to spend the night together?”

  “I can hardly expect you to sleep on the floor.”

  “Come back with me, then? I’ve got a double bed.”

  Nat clenched his fists, exasperated. “No, Miss Cassidy! Spending the night together is what people do when they’re in a relationship.”

  “Obviously it’s early days, but we did just have sex.”

  “I warned you!” he said angrily. “I told you I’m a messed up man. I don’t do relationships. I only do arrangements.”

  “How about an arrangement where we have sex and spend the night together?”

  “I want a master-slave relationship. I told you that.”

  “You did not!”

  “I did!”

  “You did not put it like that. You did not tell me that we’d have sex and then you’d send me away.”

  He stood with his hands on his hips.

  “Don’t people who usually … Isn’t S&M usually part of a relationship?”

  “I spent the day with you. That’s more than I do with my subs in London.”

  “You have other submissives?” Willow was horrified.

  Nat sat down on the floor and began smoothing Willow’s hair. “I want you to be my submissive. You, and only you. Tonight I gave you a flavour of what to expect. I want you to go away and think about whether it’s something you can give me.”

  Walking home in a state of turmoil was getting to be a familiar experience. Her wonderful, romantic afternoon had nose-dived into something completely weird and unwelcome.

  Her thoughts punished her. She’d brought this on herself. She’d known he didn’t want a relationship and had had sex with him anyway. Why had she let herself be so stupid? As she walked away, she wished he would run after her needing one more moment together. She longed for one more moment like this afternoon.

  Afternoon of Tuesday 21 st April – inside a house off Mayfield Road

  Willow grabbed her phone before the text alert had even finished. Her heart sank; it was from Demi checking if they were out of milk. Willow needed to remedy the disappointing text phenomenon, so she changed Nat’s text alert to a distinctive bell sound. She played it back to herself.