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by Charlotte Byrd


  I’m somewhat of a lover of fruit. And if they’re actually from a farmer’s market, and they look that beautiful, they must’ve cost $10 a pound. Champagne on the other hand is something I don't really know very well. But given where we are and who Mr. Black is, I doubt that it’s from the discount aisle.

  He pops the bottle and fills two glasses. Then he sits down and looks at me.

  “Why don't you have a seat right here?” he asks, patting his thigh. There are plenty of places to sit all around, but I comply. I find his confidence, that’s bordering on arrogance, intoxicating.

  When I sit down on his thigh and make myself comfortable, the first thing I feel is the bulge in his crotch. It’s rather big and I’m rather pleased by that fact. The size of the penis doesn’t really make much difference to me. However, it is nice to know that everything about Mr. Black is in proportion, starting with his huge yacht, his enormous suite, and ending with his gorgeous face, lean broad-shouldered body, and his substantial package. It’s good to know that all of this money and wealth isn’t just some way of compensating for certain shortcomings.

  After I’m in place on his lap, Mr. Black dunks a strawberry in the glass of Champagne.

  “Open wide,” he instructs. When the strawberry, covered in cold bubbles, brushes along my lower lip, shivers run up my entire body and a warm sensation starts to build somewhere in between my legs. I bite into the strawberry and marvel at the sweetness as it runs down my throat.

  “Mmm-mmm,” I say, licking my lips. Before I get the chance to finish the strawberry, a small drop of Champagne falls on my collarbone. I’m about to wipe it with my hand, when Mr. Black brushes them away and presses his lips to my skin. After kissing me lightly, he then licks my skin and sucks on it with a little force. I toss my head back and close my eyes, to enjoy the moment.

  “Mmm-mmm,” I say. “That’s even better.”

  After kissing my collarbone and neck, he takes a sip of his champagne.

  “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” I say.

  He looks at me and waits for the question.

  “What’s your name?”

  “I thought you knew my name.”

  “Well, I know you as Mr. Black,” I say.

  “That’s what you can call me,” he says and takes another sip.

  Is he for real? I stare at him but my glares don't seem to faze him one bit. Suddenly, I feel like a total idiot. What am I doing here if the man won’t even tell me his real name?

  “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude, but we don't really know each other very well. I mean, I’d like to change that. But for now, please just call me Mr. Black,” he says. The tone of his voice is more appeasing and apologetic, but I’m not satisfied.

  “And one more thing,” he adds with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t forget to refer to me as Sir.”

  I nod, not really knowing how to respond to him. He’s both flirting and demanding of me. A part of me is insulted. How dare he speak to me that way? Who does he think he is? But another part, knows that it’s just a game. I’m his for the night and if he wants me to call him Sir for a quarter million dollars, then why not? What’s the big deal?

  “Here, I have a surprise for you,” he says and picks up a remote control even though there isn’t a television in sight. He points it at the curtains across from us. Pressing the button, the curtains swing open.

  Expecting to see the wide dark ocean and a starry sky, I am genuinely taken aback by the show that’s taking place before my very eyes. Shocked, actually. There, on a bit of a raised stage, behind glass as if they are in an aquarium, are three people in various levels of undress. There are three people, two girls and a guy, who are all having sex with one another.

  “You like?” Mr. Black asks.

  I look at the stage and then at Mr. Black and then back at the stage. I actually don't know how to respond to this. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I get up for a closer look. There are three of them. The blonde girl is dressed in a pink bra and crotch-less panties. The brunette is on all fours and kissing the blonde’s breasts and then going down on her. The toned, bronzed blonde guy with the physique of a Greek god, kissing the brunette’s tight ass and slowly inserting his finger inside of her.

  “What is this?” I ask.

  “It’s a private show. Something to get us in the mood.”

  I didn’t realize that we needed to get in the mood. Though, I hate to admit it but I am suddenly keenly aware of how aroused I am.

  “I’ve never seen anything like this,” I say.

  “Yes, not many people have. It’s not exactly like watching porn, is it?” Mr. Black asks.

  I shake my head. No, it’s not. It’s so much more real. There’s a real authenticity to the group. I mean, they are actually here. Right before us. Doing things to each other. I look closer at their faces to try to see if any of them look familiar.

  “You didn’t meet them at the party,” Mr. Black says. “They are performers not guests.”

  “Performers?” I ask.

  “Yes.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “This is what they do for a living. They are hired by very exclusive private parties as performers. They only have sex with each other and they have the whole thing very choreographed and practiced so that it’s always exciting to watch.”

  Sex performers? Besides strippers and escorts, I’ve never heard of this particular type of sex performance. Wow, what a world.

  Mr. Black pulls over two large soft chairs, which look much more comfortable than the ones around the dining room table. He positions them right in front of the window.

  “Come here,” Mr. Black pats the seat next to him. “Don’t overanalyze this. Let’s just enjoy.”

  I sit down in my chair and look up at the stage. The brunette is on all fours with her tongue in the blonde’s pussy. The guy is having sex with her from behind. A few minutes later, he pulls out and goes over to the blonde. She licks him and goes down on him while the brunette uses a large vibrator on her, making her scream with pleasure.

  “Are you turned on?” Mr. Black asks.

  I nod, making the understatement of the century. I’ve never been this turned on. I cross and uncross my legs to try to get the warming sensation to go away, but it doesn’t. He had teased me enough, gotten me to the edge and now any thought, let alone a real life visual takes me back to full arousal.

  Suddenly, I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I start to rub my breasts lightly and my hands run down my body without asking for my consent or permission. When I touch my clit and reach further inside of myself, I know immediately that this won’t take long.

  “Hey, hey, hey!” Mr. Black turns to me, pulling my hand out of me. He takes my fingers and licks them carefully, one by one, and then looks straight into my eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “This is very arousing, Sir.”

  “Yes, I know,” he says with a coy smile. “But you can’t orgasm yet. Not without my permission.”

  I stare at him, not entirely understanding the words that are coming out of his mouth.

  “Well, do you want to have sex then?” I ask. “Sir?”

  “Oh no, honey, tonight won’t be that easy.”

  “I don’t understand, Sir.”

  “You are mine for the night, Ellie. And that means I tell you when and where you will orgasm. Right now, we’re just building anticipation.”

  I shake my head.

  “Disappointed?” he asks, flashing his pearly whites at me.

  “I’ve already built anticipation, Sir.”

  “Oh yes, I can see that. And taste that.”

  I return my eyes to the stage and try to focus on something else. But all I see before me is the thing that brings me back to the thing that apparently I can’t do. The brunette is laying on her back with the blonde on top of her on all fours. They are each eating each other out while the guy goes back and forth between getting a blow job and having sex with one and the
n the other. My yearning gets mixed up with anger and disappointment and, frankly, I don't know how to deal with it.

  I glance over at Mr. Black. His eyes are transfixed on the stage as well. I decide that this is my chance. Maybe I can do this and be very quiet. I take my left hand, the one that’s furthest away from him, and slowly slide it under my butt. Much to my surprise, I don't even have to put it in very far. Suddenly, an overwhelming warm sensation floods my whole body and I moan from pleasure.

  When I get control of my senses, I open my eyes and see Mr. Black’s eyes staring at me.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” I say quietly. “I just couldn’t help it.”

  Mr. Black shakes his head, disapprovingly. I don't know him well enough to know whether he is secretly pleased or not.

  “Well, then, Ellie,” he says slowly. “You’ve been a very bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “They get punished.”

  Chapter 14

  When I get punished…

  I didn’t know what getting punished meant, but I was secretly excited to see that disapproving look on his face. There was something about the way he said it. It sent chills through my whole body.

  Mr. Black got out of his chair and walked over to the bed.

  “Come here,” he instructed me. The tone of his voice sent chills through my body. Suddenly, I got even more excited than I was before. What the hell was he going to do to me for doing this? I couldn’t wait to find out.

  “Take off your robe.”

  I hesitate for a moment. This whole time, my feather-trimmed robe has been my protector. My shield. And now, I had to remove it and stand here naked before him in all of my glory.

  “Take off your robe,” he says. “Or I’ll take it off for you.”

  I consider the option. Maybe I should just make him do it. But in the end, I chicken out. I open the robe and let it fall to the floor.

  “Get on the bed on all fours,” he says. “Facing the headboard.”

  After I’m in position, he comes over with more restraints. I watch as he snaps on leather cuffs around my ankles, before he ties the black ribbons attached to the cuffs to the bed post. I lay down flat on my stomach as he does this, but he prompts my butt up in the air, making sure that my ass and pussy are fully exposed. Then he snaps on leather cuffs around my wrists and ties those to the bedposts as well. The restraints are pulled tight, but not so tightly that I’m flat on my stomach.

  Mr. Black slowly walks around the bed.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Ellie,” he says. I nod.

  “Have you been a bad girl?”

  “Yes, I have, Sir,” I whisper. Shivers are running down my body and a warming sensation pools in between my thighs. Mr. Black runs his fingers over my back, and gives my ass cheek a little slap. Then he walks over to the side, and cups my breasts. My hard-rock nipples gently fall into his hands. He massages them gently and then a little harder. He squeezes my nipples in between his fingers, taking me somewhere to the border of pain and pleasure.

  Then he makes his way to my thighs. I’ve never been in this position in front of a man before. It’s not even the fact that I’m tied, but that I’m so exposed and on display. I try to put all of that aside and stay in the moment.

  Mr. Black runs his finger around my butt cheeks and my inner thighs, toying with me. He makes large concentric circles. Quickly, they become smaller and smaller ones. He’s focusing his energy on my vagina and clitoris, but he isn’t touching either. He’s flirting with me, teasing me. I’m not sure how much more of this I can stand. And then suddenly, he presses his finger into my ass. I feel him going deeper and deeper and the sensation is overwhelming. He blows a little on my exposed and aroused labia, but does not touch, making me want to scream.

  “Oh my God,” I moan over and over.

  Suddenly, he gives me a little lick. His rough tongue runs over my clitoris, briefly going inside of me, while his finger continues to move around in my ass. The sensation is so overwhelming that I feel like I’m going to pass out. I feel myself dripping on his lips.

  “Look to the stage,” he says. I open my eyes and turn my head toward the stage. The scene looks very much like ours, except that no one is tied up. The brunette is also on all fours, with the guy’s finger in her ass and his lips on her vagina.

  Seeing what is being done to me being done to someone else completely overwhelms me. I feel myself reaching climax. Suddenly, my legs cramp up and my body starts to go into convulsions. I have no control over anything including how loud I scream. When I start to climax, Mr. Black follows my body’s rhythms. He speeds up as I speed up, and I ride a long wave of pleasure until I collapse onto the bed.

  “That was really good,” I say after I come back to my senses a little bit. “I can’t feel my legs.”

  “Good,” Mr. Black says with a smile and starts to untie my restraints.

  * * *

  Mr. Black opens the room service menu and asks me what I want. We’re sitting around the dining room table and the sex show curtain is closed. Given the mind blowing orgasm, I’m still a little muddled in my head. I can’t quite decide so he orders the Caesar salad and grilled salmon for both of us.

  “So, tell me about yourself, Ellie,” he says while we wait.

  I tell him about Yale and my job at BuzzPost.

  “Do you like working there?”

  “Yes, it’s okay. But I sort of want to do more writing. Right now, I mainly just make up quizzes and fun content, but I really want to be a writer.

  “What do you write?”

  “Right now, I write mainly short stories. Some essays about my life.”

  “Will you write about this?”

  That takes me aback for a second. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, this is quite an adventure, isn’t it? Going to a luxury yacht party and then being auctioned off to a man you’ve never seen before.”

  “If I wrote this, this story would have a lot of sex in it.”

  “Yes, but sex sells,” Mr. Black says.

  “Would you mind if I wrote about you?”

  “Oh no, not at all. People already write and print a lot of lies about me. It would be refreshing to actually have something true out there.”

  I stare at him. I don't really know what he means.

  “You don't know who I am, do you?” Mr. Black asks, flashing me a crooked, mischievous smile.

  I shrug. I really don’t.

  “I’m the founder and CEO of Owl. We’re the leading competitor to Amazon.”

  “Oh, I didn't know that,” I say.

  “That’s okay. It’s nice actually. It’s not every day that I meet a person who doesn’t already have some preconception about me and what I’m like.”

  I nod as if I understand. But I really don’t. I really wish I had my phone right now so I could Google him. Who is he really? What is this reputation that he’s talking about?

  A knock at the door breaks up my train of thought. Our food has arrived. I dig into it as soon as the delivery man leaves. After a night of all that emotion and pleasure, I’m starving.

  “So, how did you get started in your line of work?” I ask.

  “Eh, I always loved computers. Girls didn’t really like me so I just spent all of my time in the basement building computers and writing code. I went to Yale as well, but dropped out when I first started Owl. My junior year.”

  It turns out that Mr. Black was at Yale exactly ten years before me. I look him up and down as he carefully cuts his salmon.

  “You don't really seem like a guy who girls wouldn’t like.”

  “You’d be surprised. I didn't always look like this. I never worked out in high school and I was this tall scrawny kid who just knew too much about video games and not much else.”

  “So, if I were to google you, what else would I find out?” I ask.

  “That I’ve been linked to a lot of models and actresses over the last seven years.
That I like to have large, lavish parties that cost way too much money. Maybe I’m just trying to compensate for the fact that I couldn’t get a date to my high school prom so I never went.”

  I really like Mr. Black’s authenticity. He’s so honest about himself and his past. He is also not a stranger to psychoanalysis and is quite self-aware. From what I’ve learned, that’s quite a rare thing in a man. Even if some of them are self-aware like this, very few would actually come out and put it all out there. Especially, with a stranger.

  “Can I ask you something?” he asks. I nod.

  “Have you ever been tied up before?”

  “No, never,” I shake my head.

  “But you seemed to really enjoy yourself.”

  I think about this for a moment chewing my salad. “Actually, I did. There was something about being completely restrained and not being able to move that made the whole thing feel very freeing. It’s almost as if I could finally let myself go.”

  “That’s good,” Mr. Black smiles. “Not everyone enjoys it but those who do, really get off on it.”

  “Oh, are you talking about me?” I ask, jokingly.

  “Yes, I definitely got that impression.”

  Taking a sip of wine, I take a moment to think about what he had just said. I’ve never tried anything like that before. It was definitely a new experience. But it was also a very hot and erotic experience. Sensual. Mind blowing. It was hard to think about all the adjectives that would describe it without reliving it. There was something about being restrained that really turned me on. I had to give myself to this man and put a lot of trust in him. But it wasn’t just the trust. Surprisingly, the most freeing thing about being tied up was the fact that you suddenly feel completely free to be yourself. There’s no posing. No pretending. As a woman, you are, a lot of times, the entertainment when it comes to the bedroom. You are the one who is on top or doing a lot of the work. But tonight, I had to be perfectly still. I couldn’t really move. And it forced me to relax and really dive into my pleasure unlike I ever had before. There is no other word for it. It was liberating.

 

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