Two Shades of the Lilac Sunset

by Rosen Trevithick

  “No!”

  “Good girl.”

  “Did you?”

  Nat got up and took the empty pudding bowls into the kitchen. “I’m going to have to train you up on more of the basics. You’re right. You don’t have enough experience to even imagine the things I want to do to you.”

  He must have unzipped his flies on the way to the kitchen. When he returned, the last thing Willow expected to see was his erect cock, yet there it was, pointing at her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Automatically, Willow shrank away.

  “You don’t want me?” he asked, sounding hurt.

  “Will I get to stay the night this time?”

  Nat paused and chewed his lip. “It depends how good you are. If you’re a good girl and do exactly what I tell you to do, then you can stay the night.”

  Willow was petrified. What if she got it wrong? She had no experience. What if it turned out that she was rubbish at blow jobs? It was bad enough that he would know that she couldn’t do it right, without being cast out into the street.

  Nat made to zip up his flies. “I can see that you’re not enjoying this. I need a woman who enjoys submitting to me. There’s no point doing this with somebody who’s not into it.”

  “I might enjoy it.”

  “You might, might you? You will pay for hesitating.” He thrust his hips and prodded her face with his erection until she opened her mouth.

  It tasted of soap, which made her want to spit. She felt her mouth dehydrate. Nat’s cock dragged on her lips as he pushed it in and out.

  “This won’t do,” he said. “Lick your lips.”

  She obliged, but her tongue felt like a desert.

  “That’s it, and again.” He resumed thrusting, but soon stopped. He reached onto the table and grabbed his glass of water. “Drink.”

  Willow took a gulp of the water.

  “No, don’t swallow! Swash it around your mouth.”

  Willow took a second gulp and followed his advice.

  This time, when Nat worked his cock in and out, it slid perfectly. She’d thought about his penis so many times since they’d had sex. It was the first time she’d had the chance to touch it without a condom. She explored it with her tongue.

  Nat stopped thrusting, leaving his cock deep in her mouth. “My hips are doing all the work here, Miss Cassidy. If you’re going to be my sub, you need to learn that you can’t just sit back and enjoy the ride. Use your body to move in and out. Use your waist, your neck, your lips …”

  Willow experimented with several different collections of muscles. She had a nasty flashback to year seven compulsory dance. Eventually she found a rhythm.

  “Ah. Perfect.”

  Willow glowed at the realisation that she was pleasing him.

  “Faster!”

  She tried.

  “Faster!”

  They’d gone beyond a speed that was comfortable and she felt the strain on her neck. Was that usual? Was this going to take much longer? She felt conflicted. On the one hand, she wanted it to be over soon. On the other hand, she was apprehensive about him cumming in her mouth. She’d never even seen sperm before, let alone tasted it. Was it going to be unpleasant? Didn’t it generally look a lot like snot?

  Nat began to grunt in a way that she’d heard happened during sex – just before it ended. He grabbed the back of her head and thrust so deep that she felt she might gag. Alarmed, Willow withdrew. Nat’s penis fell from her mouth. He growled angrily. He was about to shove it back in her mouth when a thick liquid burst from the tip, squirting Willow’s nose. Another jet landed on her cheek and some on her eyebrow. It was warmer than she expected. Just when she thought it had stopped, more shot across her chin.

  Willow felt as though several strangers had sneezed all over her face and felt an overwhelming desire to go and wash. She made to stand up but Nat put his hands on her shoulders. He stood above her, panting.

  Once he’d composed himself, “Get up.”

  Willow was confused. Wasn’t it over now? Maybe he was going to do something to pleasure her. Was she going to have her first orgasm? “I’ll just go and wash my face.”

  “Not a chance,” he said, standing between her and the bathroom. “I told you to drink me and you got it all over your face. You will stay like that for the rest of the night to remind you of your failure.”

  Willow might have found that erotic had not her instincts still been telling her to wash.

  “Take your dress off.”

  “What, now?”

  “Yes, now. And do it seductively.”

  Willow hesitated. Did he mean to spank her again? Would it hurt? She remembered that they were supposed to be exploring whether or not she wanted to be a submissive. A submissive would take her dress off, wouldn’t she?

  Willow began to work her zip. She wasn’t sure how to do it seductively so she did it the usual way. The zip snagged because of the awkward angle. She knew she was failing at a sexy striptease, but she couldn’t manage to be elegant and still get the dress off. Nat sat on the sofa and folded his arms, watching with an amused expression.

  Finally, Willow was down to her underwear.

  “That too.”

  Willow hesitated.

  “I said, that too.”

  Once she’d decided to go through with it, she whipped her bra and knickers off as quickly as she could, to get the embarrassing moment over with.

  “Good girl. Now lie over my coffee table, on your back.”

  The coffee table? Really?

  Willow supposed there was no harm in it, so perched on the edge of the coffee table and leaned backwards until it supported her back. Her arms and legs dangled over each end. She felt ridiculous but presumed he liked women like this.

  Nat followed and knelt down beside the coffee table. Was he going to finger her? He grabbed something from beneath one of the legs and wrapped it around Willow’s arm.

  He’s tying me to the table!

  Shockingly, there were four restraining points built into the design of the table. Willow started to panic. He has bondage furniture? This was way beyond her comfort zone. Could he really be trusted?

  He continued fastening her limbs in place. “First I’m going to punish you for ruining my blowjob, then I’m going to give you a treat for doing your best.”

  “Nat …”

  He reached under the table and grabbed something that looked like a stress ball. He tried to put it on her mouth. Willow closed her teeth. “Be good, or I will take your treat off the menu.”

  Willow opened her mouth and took the rubbery ball. Whilst it would be fairly easy to remove with her fingers, without use of either of her hands, it was lodged there. She sniffed to check that her nose was working.

  Nat grabbed his phone. He stood above her angling it downwards. He’s taking pictures! She absolutely did not want to be photographed, not like this. But the ball stopped her from speaking. She squealed in protest.

  Nat just laughed. “What was that, Miss Cassidy?”

  She squealed again.

  “Look at you with my cum all over your face. I’ll keep this photo for my collection.”

  Collection? How many photos of women with cum on their faces do you have? I don’t want to be part of a collection.

  “Now for your treat.” Nat put his phone away and knelt between her hips. Slowly he ran his fingers up her thighs. Then gently, he ran a fingertip from the top of her cleft until he found her clit.

  All she could think about was where that photo might end up.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Those photos are all part of our blossoming Dom-sub relationship. It’s through activities like this that you will learn to trust and respect me.”

  Willow felt a little better. An exercise in trust might not be such a bad thing. It might ease the anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

  “Have you noticed that we lock together perfectly?”

  Willow smiled. Slowly, he circled her clit
working fingers from his other hand into her pussy. She closed her eyes, feeling her clit swell and relaxation spread throughout her body.

  “You’ve made me happy today, Miss Cassidy – so very happy.”

  He changed the angle of his fingers, and the intensity built. She wanted to cry out with pleasure, but the ball in her mouth made her sound ridiculous.

  Nat removed it, continuing to thrust her with his other hand. “There you are Miss Cassidy, enjoy your moment. You’ve earned it.”

  Moment? No. This wasn’t her moment. She waited, expecting another surge of pleasure, but none came. She felt like a pan gone off the boil. Perhaps if Nat turned the heat up she’d get that feeling back. She forced a groan of encouragement.

  “That’s it, Miss Cassidy. Good girl.” He slowed his pace.

  Willow wiggled her hips, trying to get more from his fingers.

  “That’s it. Cum for me.”

  I’m not cumming!

  “Come on, don’t be shy.”

  Willow grimaced, trying hard to feel however it was an orgasm was supposed to make you feel. She watched him staring at her intently. If she didn’t climax, would she let him down? Would he feel rejected? Would it ruin everything?

  She groaned twice, then a third time. She’d seen enough television to know roughly what it was supposed to sound like. She gave her hips a wiggle too, knowing that your body was supposed to shake.

  She must have got it right because Nat smiled and said, “Good girl.” He removed his fingers and brushed her hair out of her face, stroking her forehead.

  She wanted to say something. She wanted to tell him that she wanted more. But she was worried that he might think she hadn’t enjoyed it – worried about hurting his self-esteem. She tried to contain her disappointment.

  Without a kiss or a cuddle, he got up and walked out of the room. Willow wished he had untied her first, as her arms were starting to ache. She reflected on the evening. She supposed she couldn’t expect an orgasm right away – it was only the second time they’d been intimate.

  Nat returned from his bedroom carrying two bouncy pillows and a cotton duvet.

  “We’re going to sleep in here?” asked Willow. It sounded like a nice idea; the enormous window would make it feel almost like sleeping under the stars.

  “You are.”

  “What? You said I could sleep in bed with you.”

  He chuckled and shot her a cheeky grin. “Listen to you trying to call the shots while tied to my table with my cum all over your face.”

  “You said!” Willow reminded him.

  Nat began to untie her.

  “You said!”

  “Are you being difficult?”

  “You said!”

  “I said you could stay the night. I didn’t say anything about my bed.”

  “Wasn’t I any good?”

  “Don’t be insecure. It’s not attractive.” He removed the last of the ties. “You will be sleeping out here because I don’t sleep with my subs. It undermines the master-slave relationship.”

  “But I’m not your sub now. We’ve finished having sex. Can’t we just be you and me now, like when we had dinner?”

  “Don’t answer back.”

  Willow was just about to snap, when her phone rang – unrecognised number.

  Nat groaned. “Isn’t it a bit late for phone calls?”

  “Hello?”

  “Hey Willow, it’s Ross.”

  “Oh, hey Ross.”

  “Are you dead in a ditch?”

  “Ha ha! No, no ditch. I’m all in one piece.”

  “I thought you probably were but Demi’s worried. She won’t call you because she doesn’t want to seem overbearing.”

  “Ha! God forbid!”

  “Can you text her? Make out it’s spontaneous?”

  “Sure! Your secret’s safe with me.”

  “So you won’t tell her I called?”

  “No, I won’t tell her, I promise. You take care. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” She hung up smiling.

  “What was that all about?” demanded Nat, annoyed.

  “Demi was worried about me but didn’t like to call,” explained Willow, starting to write a text.

  “So it was Ross.”

  “Yes.”

  “What were you promising him?”

  “Not to tell Demi.”

  “So you two have secrets.”

  “Only the nice kind.”

  “Sounds like he was checking up on you. I noticed that you didn’t tell him where you are.”

  “Didn’t I?”

  “No, Miss Cassidy, you did not.” Nat was not smiling.

  Early evening on Friday 12 th June – at Falmouth University Woodlane Campus

  Willow was excited; Cornwall Today wanted to write a feature on her fashion designs. The editor herself wanted to do the interview. Willow couldn’t wait to tell Nat the good news, so she picked up her phone. It rang but then went to voicemail.

  The Woodlane Campus wasn’t far from Nat’s flat and things between the two of them had been going from strength to strength since he moved to Cornwall. She felt she might as well pop to his flat, rather than go all the way home just to come out again when he picked up his missed calls.

  She cut through Gyllyngdune Gardens to the seafront, taking a moment to drink in the sea. The ocean had been a good friend, picking her up when she was down and always having time for her when she was celebrating.

  As she approached Nat’s building, she began to feel nervous. Was it okay just to turn up? It wasn’t something people did nowadays, not since the advent of mobile phones. And if he wanted to see her, surely he’d have answered his phone. I’m overthinking this.

  Willow was poised to ring the buzzer when an elderly lady in a yellow sweater and Dame Edna glasses came to the door. She held it open for Willow.

  “Come on in.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I know you’re not a burglar. You’re Nathaniel’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

  Willow thought about this. “Yes.” I suppose I am.

  “He’s such a lovely man. If I were forty years younger …”

  Willow glowed, feeling special. “Thank you.” She stepped into the building. “Have a lovely day.” She entered the lift with a renewed sense of optimism.

  However, when the lift reached the top floor, she heard shouting. She felt like taking a few steps backwards and letting the lift glide her away, as if this had never happened. However, curiosity rendered her immobile.

  A posh but irate female shouted something Willow couldn’t decipher. Nat’s voice responded – a calm hum.

  Then the woman’s voice yelled, “You’ve destroyed me!”

  Intrigued, Willow inched closer to the door.

  “You’ve ruined all other men for me. How am I supposed to enjoy a normal sex life after what we had?”

  “Miss Bell-Tompkins, calm down.”

  He’s calling her Miss Bell-Tompkins?

  “You’re a fucking monster. You led me on, and now you’re dropping me for no reason.”

  “I moved to the other side of the country.”

  “I would have followed you anywhere. You know that!”

  “I’ve moved on.”

  “To her. What’s her name? Willow? What sort of name is Willow?”

  “Don’t you talk about Willow.”

  “Why not? She’s just one more in a long line of submissives who mean nothing to you.”

  “She does mean something to me. I care about her.”

  “You don’t care about anybody! Look at me; you’ve destroyed me and you don’t even care.”

  “Willow is different.”

  “Different?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Different how?”

  “Because I’m falling in love with her.”

  Willow steadied herself against the wall. He was falling in love with her? She felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She had felt as though she was falling in lo
ve with him, but hadn’t dared believe that he felt the same. However, her excitement was tainted by this clearly devastated girl claiming that he had destroyed her. Why wasn’t he showing her a moment’s compassion? Was a man like that somebody she could fall in love with?

  “You don’t feel love! You told me so yourself.”

  “It’s time for you to leave.”

  “Oh no you don’t. I came all the way from London.”

  “I didn’t ask you to. In fact, I expressly asked you to stay away.”

  “You said I was special.”

  “The contract clearly stated that I reserved the right to dismiss you from my service at any time and for any reason.”

  Contract? What contract?

  “You’re creating a scene.”

  “Can you blame me?”

  “I don’t want you here. Go.”

  Willow saw this as her cue to retreat. If the angry person was about to be ejected from Nat’s apartment, the last place Willow wanted to be was standing outside the door. The lift was still on the top floor so she crept back inside it.

  The door of Nat’s apartment swung open. Willow frantically pressed the ground floor button. The doors began to close. However, just as they were about to kiss shut, an arm waved into the gap. The doors parted once again. To say Nat looked alarmed was an understatement.

  Willow decided to pretend that she’d just got here. “Hi,” she said, with a forced smile. For the first time she saw the owner of the shouty voice – a tall, striking woman with mahogany hair. Despite the row she’d just heard, Willow felt intimidated by the stranger; she looked like a hotter version of her. She was stunning in ways that Willow aspired to be – her brown hair hung in glossy ringlets, her olive skin was flawless and her tiny waist created the perfect hourglass figure. If this was what Nat was used to, why on earth had he downgraded?

  “Is this her?” demanded the woman, although her body language conveyed that she already knew.

  Willow just stared.

  “I’m Katrina Bell-Tompkins.”

  Willow continued to look blank.

  “Nat’s ex-girlfriend.”

  “You were never my girlfriend!”

  “And don’t I know it!” Katrina turned back to Willow. “He chewed me up, crushing every last fragment of me, then he spat me out. He’ll do the same to you.”