by JS Taylor
James stands suddenly, and looks over me for a long moment. Then, very gently, he loosens the orange rose from my grip. I didn’t realise until this moment that I was still holding it.
“Wait there,” he says.
He walks into the bathroom, and I hear taps running. I sit squirming on my seat, wondering what he has in mind for me.
He appears again at the bathroom door.
“You will find a black box on top of the mini-bar,” he says. “Bring it into the bathroom. Do not open it.”
He vanishes again, and I blink, standing to obey his instructions. So far, not so bad. What does he have planned for me in the bathroom?
I approach the mini-bar and see there is a slim black box sat atop. Next to it are a set of beautifully wrapped chocolates.
I lift the box, and can see there is white writing on the top of it. “Intimacy Kit” is printed in delicate white looping text.
Did James bring this with him? My eyes flick to a tiny menu propped up by the mini-bar. It lists the prices of all the spirits and Champagne inside. Then I see at the end ‘Kiki de Montparnasse Intimacy Kit,” is listed, with a price of £225.
I walk into the bathroom, carrying the box, wondering what’s inside.
As I enter, a cloud of fragrant steam welcomes me. James has run a bath, and floating on top are the petals of the orange rose.
The bath is absolutely enormous, with a large antique style gold-plated tap which also runs to an elaborate showerhead. There is also a large shower in the bathroom and two his and her sinks, with the same style gold taps as the bath. There are mirrors everywhere.
He picks up a bottle of elegant looking bath-oil – another payable extra of the room I assume – and tips a thin stream into the water.
“I have chosen oil instead of bubbles,” he says. “I want to see every part of your naked body in this tub. And the oil will also help for what I have in mind for you.”
Oh. What does he have in mind?
“I assume it’s against the rules for me to ask what you are going to do to me?”
I’m standing in the entrance, holding the black box nervously.
James smiles slightly.
“We make the rules together, Isabella,” he says. “But for the purposes of this experiment. No. You are not permitted to ask.”
He nods at me. “Open the box.”
Taking a step closer I loose the lid. Inside is pink and black tissue paper, stuck with a single round label, bearing the words “Kiki de Montparnasse.”
I pull open the paper, tearing it softly. Underneath is a beautiful lace G-string. I lift it from the box. It is made so delicately it almost feels as though it will fall apart in my hands.
“Take out the rest.” James commands.
I delve inside again, and bring out a tiny black vibrator. It feels soft. Like velvety skin. There are also condoms and lubricant.
“Put the condoms and the lubricant on the side,” he says, gesturing to the place where the soaps and shampoos are elegantly stacked.
I do as he asks.
“Give the vibrator to me.”
I walk towards him and push the black vibrator into his outstretched hand. His fingers close around it.
“A small advantage of this hotel,” he notes, as he takes it. “This particular lingerie brands is one of my favourites. I look forward to taking you to one of their stores soon. They sell all manner of interesting items.”
I can tell by the way he says interesting items that he’s not talking about underwear.
“Now,” he says, “undress, and put on the panties which were in the box.”
I hesitate for a moment.
“Isabella,” he says sternly. “You agreed to try things my way.”
I nod, and begin removing my clothes. He watches as I unzip my retro print dress at the side and let it fall to the floor.
I’m wearing black underwear. Not the designer kind I imagine he’s used to. But it’s one of my better sets.
“Nice.” He stands, looking me up and down. “Now take it off.”
I pause fractionally, but before he can say anything I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I slide off my panties.
This last step is about as much as I can bear of him looking at me, and I almost race to grab a towel to cover myself up.
“I want you to stay there for a moment, Isabella,” he says, “and let me look at you.”
I was dreading he’d ask this. Standing naked in front of a man pulls up every bad thought I ever had about my body. And not even to be wearing panties. I feel the flush sweep from my chest up over my face.
“You are very beautiful,” says James. “Under my care you will learn to believe it.”
He takes a step forward and I hear a faint buzzing sound. He moves his hand to touch my nipples, and I see the vibrator in his hand.
He reaches forward and touches the end of it very gently to the edge of my nipple, making it instantly erect.
“Ahhhh,” I can’t help myself from sighing out. My body is so ready for him. I feel myself pushing my breasts forward, wanting more.
He rolls the vibrator expertly around the nipple, teasing it out, and then moves it to the other side. Both my nipples are rock hard and tingling. My breasts are alive with sensation and I feel a pulse of warmth between my legs.
James steps back, silencing the vibrator, and considers me again for a moment.
I stand, panting a little, with my lips parted. My nipples, I am aware are deep pink, and jutting forward.
James lets his eyes roam by naked body. I still feel self-conscious, but the rising lust has helped quell some of my embarrassment.
“Now,” he says, “put on the panties which came with the kit.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. I pick them up, relieved to have the chance to cover my lower half.
Carefully I work the delicate lace up and through each leg. The panties feel soft against my skin, decadent. I tug them over my behind. The strap falls in-between my buttocks in a surprisingly comfortable way.
I’ve never worn a G-string, and it makes me feel scandalous. Like a different woman. The shape of the open panties at the back also makes me doubly conscious of my naked behind. But in a good way. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life.
“Come over here,” says James, “and get into the tub.”
I open my mouth to remind him that I’m still wearing underwear. And then I catch his expression and close it again.
Slowly I make my way towards the tub. Then I raise one leg after the other, placing myself standing into the water, with my hips rolling to emphasise my skimpily clad behind.
“Easy Isabella,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to fuck you too soon.”
I turn to face him.
“What if I want you too?”
My eyes are challenging.
I see him swallow.
“Bend over the side of the bath,” he says.
I let my knees bend, sinking down into the warm water. Then I let my upper body slide forward, bending myself over the tub so that my behind is slightly raised.
“Now,” he says. “I am going to give you a little of that spanking you have been asking for.”
Now it’s my turn to swallow. What have I got myself in for?
I feel his hand scoop into the water behind me, and splash my behind with water, and soaking the G-string.
The fabric clings to me wetly, like a second skin.
“The water is to raise sensitivity,” he explains, leaning forward to caress my buttock with his wet hand.
He kneels so he is facing me, and behind I feel his hand tighten, poised to strike. James looks straight into my eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.
His words from earlier flash through me. That he seeks out things to forget the demons from his past. Could we ever work?
I close my eyes. Only one way to find out.
“Yes,” I say, opening them and meeting his gaze.
His hand strokes across my buttocks again, caressing. His slides a finger slightly between them, running it along the crevasse.
Then he lifts his hand and lets it fall, sharply, against the skin.
Oh.
The slap of his hand combined with the water on my skin brings a jolt of electric sensation. It’s not painful though, and this surprises me.
He spanks me again, letting his hand fall firmly against the skin.
I gasp as a jolt of lust shudders though me. The flat of his hand on my buttock stings, but it brings pleasure rather than pain. As though this area of my body is being woken up.
James slaps my behind for a third time, and then slides his fingers down, between my buttocks and further forward, tucking them beneath the G-string to where I am already growing wet.
“You don’t seem to find the idea of submitting to me so unpleasant,” he whispers. “Perhaps you simply needed to discover what it means for yourself.”
James spanks again, a little harder, and this time it’s only just not painful.
“Now,” he whispers, staring into my face. “It is time for you to satisfy me.”
He stands, so his waist is just above my head. I realise I am staring straight into the zip of his trousers. The bulge of his erection is almost against my face.
I lean forward and nuzzle at him, raising my behind in the bathtub.
“Oh God Isabella,” his hand strokes at my buttocks. “You have no idea how good you look in that underwear. Or what I want to do to you in it.”
His other hand comes down and frees his erection from his trousers.
He grabs a fistful of my hair tightly, and manoeuvres my head forward.
“Open your mouth,” he gasps, pushing himself forward against my face.
I let my lips part and he slides inside and towards the back of my throat, groaning with pleasure.
I let my tongue range around, sliding under the head and up the shaft of his penis.
He relinquishes his grip on my hair, lost in the sensation, and I realise in a sudden burst of power, that I am the one in control now.
I reach a hand up out of the water, and slide it between his legs, letting it run softly where his penis meets his body.
He lets out another moan, and I feel his body tense.
“Steady,” he groans, “you’ll make me come in your mouth.”
Suddenly, this is what I want more than anything. And I increase the pressure with my hand, and take him deeper into my mouth, using my tongue to stroke and stimulate him.
“Isabella…” he gasps. But I move forward again, keeping the pace with my mouth and stroking with my hand. I am giddy with my ability to control him, to make him do what I want.
I tighten my lips and feel a fluttering begin, near the head of his penis. He is close, I realise. He tries to pull away, but I won’t let him. I dig both hands into his buttocks to push him more firmly into my mouth.
This tips his over the edge, and he ejaculates in a shuddering spasm, moaning aloud as the waves of salty fluid leave his body.
I swallow, noticing how he tastes, how he submits utterly to the pleasure. And then I let him slide out of my mouth, and stare up at him, from my position in the rose-strewn bathtub.
“Isabella,” he murmurs, looking down at me. “Where did you learn to do that?”
I smile up at him, pleased with myself.
“Female intuition,” I say.
He looks into my face for a moment, as if deciding something.
“Turn around,” he says after a moment. “I think it’s my turn to teach you something.”
He’s back into dominant mode, I realise, wondering if I should submit again this time.
“Turn around,” he commands again, and I realise there’s no disobeying him.
I twist so I am on all fours in the bathtub, and hear him undress behind me. In a moment he plunges into the warm water, positioning himself behind, between my legs.
“Have you ever pleasured yourself with a shower head?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“You should try it,” he says, “I hear many women find it very enjoyable.” There is a little humour in his voice, but without seeing his face I find it hard to read.
Then he leans over and unhooks the showerhead.
“Today you will find out what the sensation is like when another person uses it on you,” he says.
Oh.
He turns on the water, and I feel myself growing warm, responding to the idea. I’ve never had water run over me like that, and I don’t know what it will feel like.
He adjusts the taps, and takes a moment getting the temperature right.
“We want to be sure to give you the maximum sensation,” he is saying.
Then the shower water is running over my naked behind, where it is raised up out of the water.
The sensation is complex. It’s erotic, yet unfamiliar at the same time. But the warm water tunnelling between my legs is making me wild with pleasure.
James hooks his finger under the wet G-string where it rests in between my buttocks.
“Now,” he says, “I am going to teach you a new sensation. I am going to make you come Isabella, and I am also going to stimulate you anally.”
Wait. Anally?
I tense, uncertain whether I can agree to this. I agreed to his terms, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable with what he might be suggesting.
But he is sliding his thumb up and down, under the G-string, in the crevasse of my ass, and I realise I don’t want him to stop doing it.
I shake my head, caught between the heavenly-sexy feeling of where his thumb is stroking, and the idea of any kind of anal act.
“Do you like what I’m doing now?” he asks softly, letting his thumb drop deeper towards the centre of my ass.
I flinch at the sensation of where his thumb is. But I can’t lie to him.
“Yes…” I stutter, “But…”
“But you’ve never had anything inside your ass? You don’t like the idea of it?”
He says the words silkily, in a low voice. How can he make everything sound so sexy?
“Yes, I mean, no I don’t like the idea of it,” I gasp, as his thumb begins to circle inside the crevasse, seeking out my asshole.
“Isabella, what I am doing now is not to do with sub-ordinance. This is about pleasure,” he whispers. “I am going to pleasure you here, and you are going to like it.”
He drops the showerhead, so the spray hits further down between my legs, and I moan aloud in pleasure.
The warm water pelting against me is unbearably sensual.
He leans in towards my ear, his thumb still circling dangerously inside my buttocks.
“Open your legs wider.”
Still on all fours, I spread my legs slightly, so they are pressed against the sides of the large bath.
I hear him rip open a condom and roll it on.
Then he moves the showerhead closer, onto the area I’ve just exposed by opening my legs. The feeling is exquisite. Almost too much.
I feel his thumb enter my ass, just a fraction. A confusing mix of emotions hit my brain. I can’t deny it feels good. Part of me wants him to go deeper. More. But it’s all so alien to have stimulation where he’s moving his hand. Just the idea of where his fingers are feels to wrong.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “In my head it feels wrong.”
“And yet, your body…” James circles his thumb, pushing it a little further in. “I can feel by the way you are tensing around my fingers. Your body likes this.”
I gasp again, as another jolt of pleasure drives through me. He’s right, damn him. I do like what he’s doing to me.
“Let go of what’s happening in your head, Isabella,” he whispers, “let your body decide what it wants.”
He moves the tumbling water of the shower even closer between my legs, driving against me, bringing me ever closer to orgasm.
Immediately a froth of bubbles and foam start up from the bottom of the tub. It’s a Jacuzzi bath, I realise, and the onslaught of moving water hits my sensitised skin like a barrage.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the moving water against me at every angle. With the showerhead making its relentless stimulation I feel myself building closer to orgasm.
The water has risen to cover most of my ass now, but in the enormous tub it’s still a long way from over-flowing. Golden feelings are sweeping up my legs and through my body.
Then James slips a whole finger into my ass, and I feel him circle it gently inside of me, and then push it firmly back and forth.
“Ahhh!” the sensation is almost too much. It’s glorious, But shameful at the same time. He’s fucking my ass with his finger now, moving expertly in and out.
It feels to wrong to have someone’s fingers there. But the feeling is so good I can’t help myself. I rock back and forwards, urging him as he begins plunging his finger in faster, back and forth.
“The oil in the tub is helping to keep you open to me,” he whispers. “In a moment I’m going to move the shower head against your clitoris. From the flush on your body, and the shuddering in your thighs I would judge it will bring you to orgasm in a few seconds.”
I nod, arrested with the sensation of him in my ass, and the showerhead pressure on me.
“But first,” he whispers, “I am going to put another finger inside your ass-hole. Do I have your permission to do that?”
As he says the words he circles his finger inside my ass, pushing it all the way in, and creating a deep feeling of penetration. He moves the showerhead closer to my clitoris.
I gasp, unable to refuse him. And I realise that I want more. More of him inside me.
“Yes,” I moan. “Put your fingers in my ass.”
“You have no idea how sexy it is to hear you say that Isabella,” he whispers. And then he moves the showerhead so the water pressure is now running directly over my clitoris.
I feel the orgasm hit almost immediately, and as it does James slides another finger inside my ass.
I reach my peak, the orgasm exploding hotly between my legs and out across my entire body. It shudders through me, pulsing pleasure into every part.