‘Do it again!’ she gasped as she realised that it was his strike that was pushing her to the edge. Do it again!’
William brought the belt down again. The crack of leather against her flesh echoed loud in the room. She jerked in her restraints and gasped at the fluttering feeling it produced in her sex.
‘Again! Again!’ she cried. ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’ Her hips began to thrust involuntarily as the waves of her orgasm swept through her body, pulling at her nerve endings so that she twitched and jumped like a puppet on a string. Her eyes were closed. No one else existed in this moment of hedonistic need. Her breaths came in short gasps. Her head was buzzing. Her legs felt weak. She had never felt so close to heaven. She’d never before experienced such a powerful climax.
Kara opened her eyes. He was standing across the room watching her, the belt discarded to the bed, now. Kara felt full of shame. Her cheeks coloured up. She looked away. He moved closer.
‘What’s wrong?’ He lifted her chin with the forefinger of his right hand until she was forced to look directly into his eyes.
‘I’m embarrassed,’ she admitted.
‘Don’t be. There’s no need. That was a beautiful thing to watch.’
Kara’s bottom was throbbing. It felt as if it was on fire. He touched it gently with the palm of his hand. Kara’s flesh quivered and a mini quake erupted between her legs.
‘What are you?’ she whispered, still a little awestruck.
‘Good at my job,’ he laughed. ‘That’s all.’
Kara laughed with him and noticed that he was still wearing his jeans. She was replete yet he hadn’t even taken off his clothes. She wanted to do something for him but didn’t know quite how to word it.
‘What about you?’ she finally settled on the ambiguous words.
‘This wasn’t about me, Kara. This was about your pleasure –about what you wanted – mine comes at a higher price.’
Kara laughed nervously. He had a strange way of putting her down with his words. In the restaurant Kara had made out that he couldn’t afford her and now he was turning the tables on her. She’d never been with a man like him before. Yes, there had been a couple in her teens who had professed to be all about satisfying their girl but when it got right down to the nitty-gritty they could never hold out long enough. Kara had sometimes wondered if she was frigid but tonight’s performance proved otherwise. Every time she clenched her pelvic floor muscles she had another mini climax. He had strummed her body like a fine musician plucked the strings of his instrument.
William moved out of her view. She listened for signs of what he was doing and heard running water. When he appeared again he had discarded his clothes and stood naked in front of her. His cock was standing proud and hard and only inches from her thigh. She wanted to feel him inside her.
‘I want you to suck me,’ he said.
Kara was disappointed but hid it.
‘Of course. I wouldn’t refuse you anything after what you just did for me,’ she was only half joking.
He removed the leg spreader and released the ratchet on the chain to loosen her arms enough to allow her to sink to her knees on the soft Afghan rug but he didn’t offer to release her from the cuffs that kept her arms restrained. Kara didn’t care. She liked the way it made her feel. She didn’t have to take full responsibility for her actions when she had no control over them, did she?
He stepped closer to her and pushed his cock in through her lips, forcing her mouth open to accommodate his girth, and held her head still as he thrust into her face.
Kara’s cheeks burned.
‘When I use your mouth whilst you’re kneeling and cuffed you’re merely providing relief for me. Does that bother you?’
Kara couldn’t answer. Her mouth was fully occupied. And she wasn’t sure how she would have answered had she been able.
She tried to steady herself as he thrust and his cock pulsed and quickly exploded inside her mouth. She heard him grunt somewhere above her.
‘Do you prefer this to making love?’ He took a step away from her, removing his dripping organ from her mouth so that she could answer.
Kara needed to wipe her mouth. Spittle was plastered over her lips and his issue was dripping from her chin.
‘They’re different acts,’ she said. ‘One doesn’t automatically define me. I can still be your equal from my knees.’
‘You don’t play the submissive very well, do you, Kara?’ he laughed. ‘I thought you wanted to be humiliated, but you’re right, of course.’ William smiled as if her answer had pleased him. She felt stupidly joyous.
He went to the bathroom to wash before returning to release her.
‘May I?’ she asked, pointing to the bathroom.
‘Of course. There are fresh towels on the shelf and a gown in the cupboard.
Kara closed the door behind her and examined her flushed face in the mirror. She felt a little embarrassed about what had just happened. Her reflection smiled back at her from a face she hadn’t seen before. Her eyes were heavy lidded and languid and her lips red and swollen. You shameless hussy, she whispered.
Kara splashed water over her face and dried it with a small, hand towel that smelt of fabric conditioner. And then she put her hand between her legs and gasped as her fingers came into contact with the ring that was hanging there. Kara smiled again. She felt whole. He had laid claim to her. She belonged to someone. He had ringed her in the same way a farmer tags his livestock but, rather than making her feel belittled Kara felt ten feet tall. She was proud to wear his ring. It was strangely liberating to be owned, she thought.
When Kara emerged from the bathroom he was wearing a black robe and leather moccasins and he had placed a pair of jeans and a t shirt on the bed.
‘I’ll call you a cab,’ he said picking up the bedside phone. ‘You can have those; they’re too small for me, anyway.’ He pointed to the clothes on the bed.
He was sending her home. Kara felt disappointed but she hid it. She’d stupidly hoped that they would spend the evening together. That he might cook a cosy meal and then invite her to share his bed for the night.
‘You really did it,’ she said pointing in the general direction of her newly pierced labia.
‘Of course.’ His grin was filled with mischief. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t? But don’t worry; you can take it out if you want. The piercing will heel invisibly in a couple of days. I just thought it was a nice touch.’
‘I don’t want to take it out,’ Kara whispered.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her as if he was searching for the truth of her words on her face.
‘I’m flattered,’ he finally replied.
Kara pulled on the jeans and synched the loose waist with one of William’s belts and she had to turn the legs up twice to find her feet. The t shirt was baggy but not so much that she looked too odd to venture out into the street.
He escorted her to the front door when the taxi sounded its horn.
‘I could stay awhile longer.’ She felt an idiot for throwing herself at him but it was the truth. She wanted to stay.
‘That would be delightful, Kara, but I’m afraid I have another appointment. We could always do it again…if you wanted to.’
‘Of course I do,’ Kara smiled.
‘I look forward to that.’ He kissed her before turning her around and sending her down the steps to the waiting taxi.
She put on her sunhat and dark glasses and climbed in. She waved as it pulled away. He waved back.
‘St John’s Wood,’ she told the driver and he scrutinised her in his rear view mirror as if he knew her from somewhere. Kara didn’t tell him. He’d pass a billboard soon enough and it would dawn on him.
CHAPTER FOUR
William turned the camera off, took the full disk out and slipped it into a brown envelope addressed to the address she’d supplied in her email. It was her office. He’d checked. He’d post it when he got back.
William smiled. It had been an
amazing date. He’d enjoyed Kara and been totally turned on by her natural beauty and the power of her unrestrained orgasms.
William had an appointment with a regular in Sloane Square; otherwise he wouldn’t have been averse to keeping her a little longer, but he was confident that he’d given her more than she’d been expecting and that she’d soon be back for more of the same. That was his trade mark and he prided himself on providing an excellent service. If he played this right maybe Kara could become one of his regulars, too. He pondered that thought for a while. It left a thoughtful crease across the bridge of his nose. He really wasn’t sure he wanted Kara as a client. He would much rather have her as his lover, but it appeared that neither of their careers allowed for the luxury of a private life.
Laura Finnegan’s house was too close to bother hailing a taxi, so he decided to walk, but as a bus passed by he hopped on and rode the strap to the next stop. His mind was fixed on the disc he’d left on the dresser. Kara Kavanagh had paid him handsomely to entertain her for the best part of the weekend but he couldn’t rid himself of the nagging doubt that there was something not quite right with this job but he couldn’t work out exactly what it was. He was vaguely worried that one of the tabloids had uncovered him as an upmarket escort rather than the mysterious descendant of Russian royalty property dealer he preferred to be known as. He even considered if it was wise to post it. No one had ever asked him to video his performance before and he was slightly suspicious.
The instructions she’d sent him had been clear enough and he’d checked where they came from and even rung her at her office a couple of times just to be absolutely sure she was who she said she was.
“I want to be seduced. Make believe you want me. Pursue me relentlessly until you get me into your bed and then use and humiliate me, video it and send it back to me.
I’ll pay you for all the time you spend with me but I don’t want you to talk about this or money on the ‘date’.
And don’t expect me to be easy. You’ll have to earn every penny of your fee.”
The bus passed a hoarding. Kara Kavanagh stared down at him from it. He was being paranoid. Of course she wasn’t an undercover reporter. She was a tough business cookie with a delightfully soft and submissive centre. He’d seen her being interviewed by the BBC only last week, and the whole city, if not the entire country, knew her as this year’s Business Woman of the Year. She was the golden girl of British business – a shining beacon amongst the dim light of the dour economy. She hadn’t set him up – in fact, all this made her particularly high profile and fair game to be toppled off her lofty pedestal by the worst of the gutter press, and it was because of this that he knew she’d taken a huge leap of faith to trust him to do all the things she’d asked for in her email. He smiled. He’d enjoyed the chase, even if it had been stage managed, but he’d tried to add a little unexpected spice to the occasion and even begun to believe that they were on a real date, himself. Not that a woman like Kara Kavanagh would ever date a professional gigolo like him – even if he didn’t feel like one.
Much as he’d enjoyed her company William found it a little sad that someone as beautiful and intelligent as her had to resort to paying someone like him to satisfy her needs. She should have a man who loved her. But as he pondered that thought he wished it could be him and his cock twitched in his pants. She’d got under his fucking skin. How the hell had he let that happen? She was just another client – even if her request was an unusual one – and he would treat her with as much respect as he did every other client he serviced through his working week and nothing more.
William shrugged his shoulders and hopped off the bus. He had mortgages to pay and an expensive lifestyle to maintain. The downturn in the economy had hit his property interests really hard. He couldn’t afford to have too much of a conscience, nor to develop feelings for clients, so he pushed Miss Kavanagh and her amazing breasts and razor sharp wit to the back of his mind.
***
Laura Finnegan was one of his youngest clients – not that he had that many. He liked to keep a low profile and just took on enough ‘work’ to keep his head above water, but most of the women he serviced tended to be middle aged housewives looking to put the thrill back into their boring sex lives. He surmised that Laura was barely into her twenties but her husband was a middle aged tycoon.
William had been satisfying Laura’s rather odd needs for the past two years and as he rang the doorbell he looked forward to the coffee and home-made biscuit she always offered him first. She was a beautiful girl, but strangely poised and genteel for her age and the polar opposite of her gangster like beast of a husband. William had trouble imagining this petite little woman pinned under, or even riding atop of her fat bastard husband and he thought it a shame that one so young should have to seek his services but it wasn’t his job to interfere in the lives of his clients or to make judgements concerning their sexual habits. His success was based on his professionalism and his discretion – not his opinions. Maybe she saw something he didn’t in her old, fat, balding millionaire husband.
‘You’re looking well Mrs Finnegan,’ he said, by way of polite conversation as he licked his fingers and drained the last dregs of Columbian coffee from his bone china cup.
‘Thank you William.’ She pushed an envelope across the table towards him and got up from the table.
William pocketed his fee as she left the room and had a crafty nose around the kitchen whilst he waited for Laura to prepare herself, but as usual, he found nothing to suggest that this couple were anything other than very neat and very rich. When the designated five minutes had passed he joined her in her husband’s study across the Victorian tiled hallway. The stench of cigar smoke still hung in the air. It always made him nervous when that happened. He didn’t want to get caught shafting the man’s wife over his desk.
Laura was standing in front of the large oak desk with her head bowed and hands neatly clasped together in front of her. Her dainty feet were now clad in black canvas plimsolls and he noticed that she was wearing new white ankle socks today, but the navy gymslip and crisp white blouse were the same as always, as were the red ribbons she wore in her pigtails and the navy blue knickers he knew she had just pulled over that cute fleshy ass and would soon be pulling down again.
‘Take off your knickers,’ he said and watched as she slipped her feet out of the old fashioned garment and kicked them away with her foot.
William sat behind the desk.
‘Head up,’ he boomed and she immediately snapped to attention, her breasts crushed almost flat beneath the childlike outfit. Her face was flushed and her hands were trembling and William could see that she was good and ready for her spanking.
‘I hear you’ve been a naughty girl, again.’ William sat back in her husband’s huge leather chair.
‘Yes sir,’ she replied in a childlike voice.
‘You should be ashamed of yourself,’ he recited, and as usual, he watched the tears well in her eyes. He had no idea why she put herself through this torment every week and much as he would have liked to know, he wasn’t going to overstep his mark and ask.
‘I’m sorry sir,’ she said.
‘Take off your plimsoll,’ William barked.
Laura balanced on one leg to ease the canvas shoe off her foot and he caught a glimpse of her crotch as she did.
She handed it to him, avoiding his gaze; so different from the self assured woman who had chatted to him in her kitchen only moments ago. She fascinated William.
‘Bend over my knee.’
William had worked out his part in this little tableau a long time ago and always did his best to stay in character. He pulled up her little pleated dress to reveal the pale orbs of her fleshy buttocks and resisted the almost overwhelming temptation to fondle her inviting cheeks. And then he brought the rubber soled shoe down hard onto her exposed flesh. The slapping sound made his cock twitch beneath her belly.
William decided that the smell of rubber would
always remind him of Laura Finnegan’s ripe, twin orbs glowing red after he’d beaten them.
She jerked in his lap and he enjoyed the friction against his growing organ as he watched her pale flesh quiver and the outline of the plimsoll appear on her left buttock. He did the same with her right cheek and waited for his signature mark to appear before repeating the procedure again, and each time she jerked with the shock of his stinging blows but never once did she cry out even though the vicious red marks must have hurt like hell. William had increased the force of his blows over time but still she remained mute as he beat her.
‘You may stand up now, and let this be a lesson to you to behave in future.’
‘Thank you, sir.’ Laura snatched back the shoe he had warmed her buttocks with and almost ran from the room.
William waited the obligatory ten minutes before following after her and he found her in the hallway, dressed in jeans and sweater again and ready to show him out the door. One day he was going to pluck up the courage to ask why she felt the need to be punished so regularly.
‘See you next week, Mrs Finnegan,’ William called but she was eager to be rid of him, now. It was always the same – she’d had her kicks and now she just looked nervous and embarrassed and desperate to get him off the premises. He obliged with a smile and headed back towards home. This time he walked. The sun had sunk behind the four story town houses that lined the street and the air was a little cooler, now. His thoughts returned to his lunchtime appointment with Kara. It had been different…and extremely arousing. He was confused about his feelings for her. It should have been just another job but he found himself wishing they could have met under different circumstances.
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