by Paul Preston
“Are you OK, Bella?”
She nodded
“Oh my God, Bella, you are the perfect girlfriend. And you’ll make the perfect wife. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life Bella.”
He kissed her and they walked up the steps into their bedroom. After kissing some more they became comfortable in each other’s arms and fell asleep.
Two nights later at twenty minutes after seven Williamson entered the foyer of his condo and saw a wrapped gift on the table, with his whip next to it. He threw his briefcase down on the couch and ran down the corridor of the West Wing, swung open the door and found Bella Lisa. She was ready for her Monday evening session, bowed down in her position of subservience by the front door, naked, oiled, blindfolded and handcuffed. She had prepared herself for domination, wearing her diamond collar, her nipple clamps, her sexy stockings and heels.
“What are you doing here, Ms. Mauricio?” Williamson asked.
When she heard Phillipe’s deep, rather cold voice, she sat up on her heels.
“I’m sorry, My Lord. I’ll leave.”
Before she was able to stand, Williamson placed the leather handle of his whip upon her shoulder.
“No. Stay where you are. You’re not going anywhere. If I had my way, I’d keep you chained to my bed, and never let you leave.”
“If only we could. I’d like that too, My Lord.”
“What happened? From your text message, I thought you decided to stop seeing me.”
“I never wanted this to happen. I missed you terribly this weekend. I thought about you constantly and what we experienced together on Friday.”
“Then why didn’t you come back to me!”
“I’m sorry I broke my promise to you, Mr. Williamson. I know I’ve behaved terribly to you. I’m like that annoying girl in 50 Shades of Grey, who can’t decide whether she wants to be a submissive or not. But this isn’t some silly story from a book. This is real. It’s actually happening to me.”
“Answer my question, Ms. Mauricio. Why didn’t you come back to me?”
“It was for your sake, Sire. Our contract is over and I want you to be free to meet someone more appropriate for you. Any one of those beautiful women at your club would be far better for you than me. I saw how they all looked at you. I could tell each one had a crush on you and would be on their knees before you in a minute, if you gave them the chance.”
“I don’t want any of those other women, Bella Lisa. I want you.”
“I feel the same way for you, My Lord…”
“Then why didn’t you come home to me Saturday night? Why didn’t you break up with the guy like you planned?”
“I wanted to, My Lord, I did. But I just couldn’t do it. Not last weekend. His parents were there and it would’ve humiliated him. He’s a nice person. He doesn’t deserve to have his heart broken like that. But I will, at the right time. I will, I promise. I just have to figure out a way to end our relationship without hurting him.”
“Have you thought even for a moment what this might be doing to me, Bella Lisa?”
Bella Lisa bowed her head and covered her face in her hands. She spoke in a trembling voice.
“I have. And I feel terrible about what I’ve done, especially after your injury. I’m sorry, Phillipe. I’m so sorry…”
Phillipe took a long breath out, put his hand on her head and stroked his fingers through her hair. She rested her head on his thigh, nuzzling her cheek against his penis.
“Bella Lisa Mauricio…”
“Please, Mr. Williamson. Please allow me to continue to see you, while I work this complicated situation out. Being away from you, even just for two days, I realized I can’t live without this room…and what we do here. Please, Mr. Williamson. Allow us to continue our sessions, twice a week as we planned. At least until you’ve met a new submissive that you like better than me…”
“There’s no one on the Earth I like better than you, Bella Lisa. I was devastated when you sent me that text.”
“I’m sorry, My Lord. Please forgive me for putting you through this…”
“You’re here now, Bella Lisa. That’s all that matters to me. We’ll find a way to work this out…”
Phillipe knelt before her, lifted the blindfold from her eyes and kissed her.
“Does this mean that you’re not mad at me?” she asked.
“I have a hard time staying mad at you, Bella Lisa.”
They held hands and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“My Lord, may I confess something to you?”
“You may.”
“There is another reason why I think I didn’t end my relationship with Raoul, though I didn’t know it at the time.”
“There is? What is it?”
“I knew, perhaps subconsciously, if I didn’t break it off with Raoul, there would be… an exquisite punishment…waiting for me… in this room… by your hand, My Lord.”
Phillipe slowly nodded.
“I see… I think I understand the situation a little better now, Bella Lisa…”
“I don’t understand it, Phillipe. I don’t understand it at all. Why do I like to be tied up tight and… spanked so hard and for so long?”
Bella Lisa turned to her Dom with a worried look in her eyes.
“I’m afraid there’s… something wrong with me, Phillipe.”
“No! No, I assure you, Bella Lisa, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. Though it may not be accepted by society, what we experience here is simply an alternative expression of human sexuality. That’s all. There’s nothing wrong about it at all.”
“I went to Stanford and I did very well there, as you know. I’m intelligent, I’m compassionate. I suppose my Mom and Dad ignoring me all my life didn’t help; maybe that’s why I turned out this way. All I know is what happened between us in this room has somehow… grasped me at my core and won’t let me go. My body needs it now, like it needs food or water. I can’t live without it. I feel like I’m addicted to it. I’m addicted to you, Phillipe.”
“Don’t you think I feel the same way, Ms. Mauricio? It’s been four years now that I’ve been obsessed about you. I want you so badly it’s killing me. I wish I wasn’t so much older than you.”
“You may be older, but you are extremely handsome and in such good shape. I can see you gained back most of your muscle tone.”
“I’ve been working out. Being furious with you actually helped my weight-lifting sessions.”
“I can tell. You look very sexy to me, My Lord. Perhaps you would like to direct the anger you feel toward me in another direction?”
“I would like that, submissive.”
Williamson stood up. He placed his hand on the chain binding her nipple clamps together, lifted it, pulling her nipples upwards, and she rose to her feet. He put his hands under her breasts and gave her a gentle squeeze.”
“I never thought I’d be able to touch these again.”
“They are yours, Mr. Williamson. They are not mine, they are yours. Take them.”
Williamson fondled her oiled breasts, played with her nipples by adjusting the clamps and rubbing the tips with his thumbs. He kissed her tenderly and then brought the wrapped gift out of his jacket pocket.
“I found your gift,” Phillipe said. “What is it?”
“Just a little something for the man who has everything. Open it.”
Williamson opened the gift.
“Ahh, lubricating gel. My favorite brand. Thank you.”
“We ran out on Friday after you poured half of the bottle over my breasts. I’m sure you can make good use of it.”
Williamson stared at her glistening skin.
“It looks like you already have.”
Williamson pulled her body close to him, kissing her passionately.
“I’m so happy you’ve returned to me, Bella Lisa.”
“Oh, Phillipe, please don’t hold back this time. Let yourself go with me. I need to feel the whip against my skin.”
Bella Lisa nodded. Williamson lowered the blindfold over her eyes and led her by the chain to the St. Andrew’s cross against the far wall. He restrained her facing the cross, tightly buckling her arms and legs into the leather straps in an X-shape against the wood. Using the whip Bella Lisa picked out, Phillipe flicked his wrist and the tassels made a snapping sound on her skin. He lashed the curves of her back side over and over with the tassels. While whipping her flesh, Phillipe entered her sex from behind with his fingers. He plunged deeply in and out of her sheath in a rapid thrusting motion. Bella Lisa moaned and writhed on the cross in response. As he simulated intercourse with his fingers, he whipped her shoulders, leaving behind faint red marks where the tassels kissed her skin. Bella Lisa’s hips trembled and quivered as Williamson brought her to a moaning orgasm. Afterwards, Phillipe rubbed lotion into her skin and the red marks on her body faded, leaving no trace of their session. Her body hung limply on the cross a moment longer, her breath shallow, her thighs still twitching. He put a strand of her long silky hair around her ear and whispered.
“Is that what you came back to me for, submissive?
“Yes.”
“Do you like it when I whip you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I like it when you whip me, Mr. Williamson.”
“Would you like me to free you now?”
“Yes, please.”
“Of course.”
As Williamson unstrapped her, Bella Lisa’s body fell backwards into his arms. He carried her to the futon and laid her down. She cuddled up into a ball. Williamson rested her head on a pillow and removed her nipple clamps.
“I’m so sleepy, My Lord.”
“You poor thing…”
Williamson left the room and returned with a light blanket. He covered her with it. Williamson dimmed the lights and left the room. After working out, showering and having a bite to eat, he checked on Bella Lisa and she was still asleep. He took off his robe and settled in next to her on the futon, wrapping his arms around her, his heart racing to be near her again.
I felt like I’d lost her, and then she came back to me. Now I love her even more desperately. It’s better this way, to live life on the edge of passion. I feel more alive than ever…
Williamson took a deep breath in, remembering the first moment four years ago when he first saw Bella Lisa Mauricio in the darkened theater. He fell asleep and slept through the night.
Around 5:30 in the morning, Phillipe woke up, fully rested. It was too early to go to work, so he sat up on his elbow and looked down at Bella Lisa’s body. Her skin was still coated in a sheen of oil. She was lying peacefully on her stomach and had kicked off the sheets with her feet, so her back side was completely exposed. He followed the skin up the back of her legs from her calves to her perfectly rounded derriere. Bella Lisa shifted her body and arched her hips slightly, as if subconsciously giving permission for her most intimate spot to be fondled, squeezed, slapped and then whipped mercilessly. Without rustling the sheets, Williamson slid down in bed to give himself a closer look. At the right angle, he was rewarded with a spectacular view.
From behind he could see the glistening lips of her sex curl open like the tender, quivering petals of a morning flower. The gentle curve on the underside of her cheeks directed his gaze upward and inward, revealing her lovely relaxed opening. No longer clenched tight as a fist, Phillipe could clearly see and appreciate how her opening now had widened considerably for him. He placed his hands on her cheeks, perfectly shaped to fit into the contours of his palms. Williamson ran the wide part of his tongue over and over between her cleavage, only stopping to push the wet tip as far into her opening as it could go, swirling it in circles inside her. Bella Lisa moaned and arched her hips higher off the futon, pushing his tongue deeper in. Williamson slid his pillow under her pelvis and opened the small bottle of gel Bella Lisa had bought. He squeezed it into her opening and on the head of his penis. He slipped into her with ease and pumped slowly in and out. Bella Lisa breathed in deeply and relaxed her muscles.
“Mmmm,” Bella Lisa moaned.
Williamson straddled her, his knees at her sides and took her in this position. He pumped his shaft into her until several streams of his semen burst out of his penis. He stayed inside her body until all the liquid had been milked out. When his breathing calmed, he pulled out. Williamson turned her body to face him and spoke very intimately to her.
“Good morning, Ma Cherie. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I don’t mind being woken up like that, Phillipe. Please do it to me every morning, after you tie me up on the cross and whip me thoroughly at night, of course. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy.”
“If you give me the opportunity, Ms. Mauricio, I will. How did you sleep?”
“Great. I feel so rested. I love sleeping here next to you, Phillipe.”
“I love having you here. Can I ask you something personal, Bella Lisa?”
“Sure.”
“Do you like having sex with me… in that way?”
“At first, Phillipe, I was afraid of it. I’d never done it before. But you didn’t force me; you slowly and patiently opened me with your tongue and the gel. Now it’s the most natural thing in the world. You slip right in and it feels like I’m holding you in this forbidden place. It feels warm inside and comforts me. Fills me. You are the only one I’ve ever allowed to enter me there. I feel like that spot is exclusively yours now, Phillipe. I will never be with anyone else in that manner. Ever.”
“I like that, Bella Lisa. To be the only one. Thank you.”
“I give you my word.”
“I wish you’d stay here with me longer. I can’t stand not seeing you until Thursday.”
“I’ll miss you too, Phillipe. I’m trying to figure out a way to make him break up with me on his own. He’s so in love with me, he’s like a puppy dog that dotes on me. It’s flattering, but he is not the man you are.”
“What do you two do together?”
“I don’t know. We’re like kids I guess. We run around his house, chasing each other. We play games. Ping-pong, pool, Monopoly.”
“I like playing games too. I could buy a ping-pong table—”
“I much prefer the games we play, Phillipe…”
She kissed him tenderly.
“Do we have time for another session?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, I’ve got to get ready for work. You better let me go if you don’t want me to tie you up and leave you here all day.”
“I wish I could. It sounds sexy to me.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
They got up and showered together, soaping each other’s bodies and shampooing their hair. They got dressed and left the condo together, saying goodbye in the parking lot.
“Until Thursday, Ma Cherie.”
“Thursday…,” Bella Lisa said.
The days passed slowly for Williamson and he didn’t sleep well at night without Bella Lisa’s warm body by his side and her soft breasts in his hands. When he returned from work late Wednesday evening he was greeted by Mrs. Potcia with an extremely upsetting piece of news. That day, in the morning edition of the LA Times, Mrs. Potcia noticed a large photograph of Raoul and Bella Lisa in the section announcing prominent engagements. The long article announcing their upcoming betrothal dwarfed all the other notices. When Mrs. Potcia gave him the paper with a frown, at first Williamson refused to believe his eyes. His housekeeper patted him affectionately on the shoulder and left him alone to read the article. His usually sturdy legs felt weak under him and he sat down at the dining room table to study the picture and read the article. Her fiancé, Raoul Martinez, was smiling jubilantly in the picture, with raised eyebrows. In his warm watery eyes, the photograph captured the innocence and hopefulness of youth. He was certainly a very good-looking boy, with sun-bleached blond hair, broad shoulders and laughing, flirtatious eyes.
Though he had difficulty facing the truth of it, Williamson could easily see why Bella Lisa would be attracted to him.
Her picture was intriguing. She was not smiling and looked even more stunning and beautiful that way. Her face was still, composed and very sexy, her lips slightly parted, an air of mystery in her eyes, as if she was either an unattainable beauty that had just been captured, or a super model of high-end lingerie about to get hitched.
The article was a standard cookie cutter type wedding announcement. Williamson had heard the Martinez name before in LA’s high-powered business and social circles, but had never met him. The article mentioned the son lived in Manhattan Beach. Williamson vaguely remembered the paperwork coming across his desk recently on the sale of an exclusive oceanfront property in Manhattan Beach.
Could that have been the kid’s place?
He was only twenty four, just two years older than Bella Lisa.
If she married into his wealthy family, at least she would be well provided for.
He imagined the full course of her life with Raoul in an instant, the kids, the grandkids, the birthdays and Christmas trees and Halloweens. He pictured the events of a normal life Bella Lisa would miss if she stayed locked away in his home as his submissive.
It’s not fair to her.
At the end of the vapid article, he once again could not believe what he read. He blinked and read it again. The marriage date at a cathedral in Los Angeles was set for a Saturday in less than one month! Perhaps there was a typo on the article, he thought. He blinked his eyes and looked again.
She’s going to married in three weeks!
On the one hand he was very angry with her and felt betrayed by her disobedience and dishonesty. On the other hand, somewhere in the back of his heart, he felt happy for her, the same as when other close friends he knew got married or had success in a business venture. He didn’t know whether he wanted to punish her severely with the whip or give her a hug. Or both. It felt like his heart was about to be torn apart.