by Paul Preston
“Poor Mr. Williamson is feeling neglected. Shall we see what we can do to make him feel a little better, my dear?” Carlotta said, winking at Bella Lisa.
Pulling her lightly on the chain linking her nipple clamps, Carlotta guided Bella Lisa across the room to Williamson. As Carlotta unbuttoned Williamson’s shirt and removed it, Williamson stared into Bella Lisa’s eyes.
“You’ve really kept yourself in excellent shape, Phillipe,” Carlotta said.
Carlotta swept her eyes over his sculpted torso and ran her hands up and down the thickly veined muscles of his arms and chest.
“Thank you, Carlotta,” Williamson said.
Williamson passionately kissed Carlotta while he continued to stare at Bella Lisa. As Carlotta began to remove Williamson’s belt and unzip his trousers, he leaned forward to kiss Bella Lisa. She turned her head, coldly offering her cheek to his lips.
“Are you not participating, Ms. Mauricio?”
“No thank you, Mr. Williamson.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable, sharing me with another woman?”
“No, not particularly.”
“Carlotta, would you be so kind as to give our little sub another kiss, while I watch?”
“I’d be happy too,” Carlotta cooed.
Carlotta kissed Bella Lisa with an open mouth, rubbing one hand over her oiled skin and moist sheath, while touching Williamson’s shaft under his boxers with the other.
“You seem to like this, Ms. Mauricio. How does it feel to be kissed and touched by a woman?” Williamson asked.
“It feels OK,” Bella Lisa dryly responded.
Williamson noticed the jealous look in Bella Lisa’s eyes as she watched Carlotta arouse his penis with her hands. Carlotta knelt down to remove his trousers. After his pants were removed, Williamson pulled Carlotta up to her feet and turned her to face Bella Lisa.
“Kiss her, submissive. Touch her body,” Williamson said.
“I’d rather not, thank you,” Bella Lisa said.
“Why not?” Williamson demanded.
“In this place, our special place, I’d prefer to stay faithful to you…”
Williamson’s eyes grew wild and his jaw clenched.
“Faithful? What do you know about remaining faithful?” Williamson said, snapping at her. “I waited for you for four years, four years! We spent less than a week together and then just a few days after my accident, you go off with this... boy.”
Williamson pulled out a paper from his pocket, unfolded it and read it, accentuating each word loudly and clearly.
“There is no one else in the world I wish to be with other than you, and damn the disapproving eyes of society.”
Williamson tossed the note to the ground.
“Do you remember writing me that note, Ms. Mauricio?”
“Of course I do, Phillipe.”
“Were you just teasing me with this love letter?”
“No, I meant every word. And I still feel that way. There is no one else I’d rather be with.”
“How could you say that? In just a few days you’ll be married to that moon-faced boy.”
“Yes, but I remain faithful to you in my heart.”
“Faithful! What do you know about being faithful!”
Carlotta backed away when Williamson lost his temper, never having seen him raise his voice in the ten years since she’d known him. Though completely vulnerable, Bella Lisa calmly stood her ground, her wrists pinned behind her back, her pretty arched breasts adorned by the nipple clamps.
“You know he means nothing to me, Phillipe.”
“If he means nothing to you, why are you marrying him? Tell me why!”
“It’s complicated, Phillipe.”
“You’re getting married! What is it that you want from me, submissive! Why do you keep coming back here! Why!”
“Because… I’m in love with you, Phillipe…”
“IF YOU ARE SO IN LOVE WITH ME, THEN WHY IN THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU MARRYING HIM?”
His roaring voice echoed through the chamber, making Bella Lisa tremble.
“I know you’re upset with me, My Lord. Perhaps as my Dom, it is best that I’m disciplined for my behavior,” Bella Lisa whispered.
“IS THAT ALL I AM TO YOU, MS. MAURICIO! A FUCKING DOM! A HAND AT THE END OF A WHIP! FUCK THIS! FUCK THIS!!!”
Williamson completely lost control, grabbing the spanking table with both hands and flipping it into the air with all his might. The table spun once and came crashing down snapping off two of the thick wooden legs like twigs. Bella Lisa backed up against the mirrored wall. Carlotta found the key and released Bella Lisa’s wrists from the handcuffs. Both women sunk protectively down to their knees and embraced, holding each other’s hands tightly. They watched in alarm as Williamson violently attacked his pleasure room for the second time in two weeks. He grabbed both of the St. Andrew’s Crosses and pushed them over, toppling them like giant trees from opposite sides of the room, causing two resounding thuds as they hit the floor. He grabbed the rope tied to the O-ring in the wall, and with a tremendous effort, ripped the pulley system out of the ceiling. The screws rained down from the wall like metal hailstones. In the dim light, dust swirled above their heads. Through the destruction, he walked over to the opposite wall, red in the face and panting, his muscles bulging, and collapsed on the floor. After the dust settled, Bella Lisa slowly stood on her feet and walked over to Williamson, kneeling next to him.
“Phillipe…”
Bella Lisa reached out and placed her palm on his cheek. For a brief moment, Williamson shut his eyes, let the weight of his cheek rest comfortably in her palm, and then lightly brushed her arm away.
“Ms. Mauricio… just…go.”
Bella Lisa stood up and left the room. Williamson could hear her dressing in the hallway and her receding footsteps as she walked down the corridor. Phillipe immediately felt regret for his violent behavior. Carlotta stood up and tentatively approached him. She held out his shirt and pants. Phillipe stood up and dressed.
“This young woman seems to have gotten under your skin, Phillipe.”
“Indeed.”
“I’ve never seen you with your defenses lowered, so…emotional.”
“I apologize that you had to see me like that, Carlotta.”
“You don’t have to apologize. Actually, to be honest, I found it quite… sexy. But I don’t think it’s a very good idea for you to continue seeing this sub of yours.”
“Perhaps you’re right, Carlotta.”
“What do you see in her, Phillipe? She is quite an extraordinary beauty, it’s true. But I’m sure she’s not the only attractive woman you know…”
“It doesn’t matter anymore…”
“Come, Phillipe, cheer up. Let me take you out for dinner. I came back to Seaside City as soon as I heard of your accident. When I almost got your pants off a minute ago, I saw a nasty scar. What in the world happened to you down there, Phillipe?”
“It’s a long story. I’m sorry you had to see that as well, Carlotta. It’s hideous.”
“I don’t think so. I’ve never told you, but I’ve always had a thing about scars on men. I’ve always found them to be attractive, especially the placement of your new one, Phillipe… Let me take you out for a bite to eat.”
“I’m not particularly in the mood to go out, Carlotta.”
“Perhaps your fine chef can whip something up for us.”
“Are you hungry, Carlotta?”
“Perhaps just a little.”
“How rude of me. Let me escort you to the dining room.”
After dinner, Carlotta suggested that they spend the evening together, but Williamson politely declined. He escorted her to the elevator and pushed the down button.
“Carlotta, thank you for coming. You’ve always been a good friend.”
“Phillipe, I wish…”
Carlotta looked up into Williamson’s eyes and gave him an affectionate kiss. The elevator doors opened and she steppe
d inside.
“Call me…” Carlotta said.
Williamson nodded as the doors shut. He turned away and noticed Bella Lisa had left her diamond collar on the table in the foyer. He wanted to pick it up and throw it with all his might across the room against the wall, but refrained.
On Thursday evening Phillipe rushed home from work and went directly into their room in the West Wing. He had workman repair the damage, ordered another spanking table and had it delivered and set up. The room looked exactly the same as it did before his tirade, except Bella Lisa wasn’t there. He went back to the foyer and saw the diamond collar on the table.
It’s just as well. It’s better this way. Better for her…
Williamson tried to take his mind off Bella Lisa by watching ESPN, catching up with all the various stories going on in the world of sports on his favorite teams and players, but his mind kept drifting back her impending marriage. He decided to take a drive and stop by the A and E Club. Near the warehouse district there was a dark intersection where prostitutes would pick up their clients. As he drove by, Williamson noticed a pretty, older woman working the corner he had never seen before.
Something compelled him to circle around the block, park a block away and stare at her.
She’s looks familiar to me, somehow…
He noticed no one had stopped or even slowed down to look or talk to her. Within thirty minutes, the two other women on the adjacent corners had found paying customers and had driven off with them, so the older prostitute was alone. Williamson had a strange feeling about her. She was a very attractive woman for her age, but her eyes looked pained and weary. Finally, she looked in his direction across the street. Her soft lost eyes seemed to stare right through Williamson. Williamson smiled politely at her, started the engine and drove off.
At the agency on Thursday morning, Raoul was acting moody and distant all day for some reason. Bella Lisa spent the day catching up on her paperwork. After her shift was over, she resisted the urge to go back to Williamson’s condo for their next session. She texted him “R U OK?” the day after he lost his temper, but he didn’t reply. She wished she could stop by his condo just to say hello, to apologize, to just watch a little TV with him. As she drove by his condo without stopping, she looked up at the top of the building, remembering how his muscled frame ripped apart the pleasure room in the West Wing. She pictured the spanking table flipping in the air, the same table he made her moan in ecstasy upon, sometimes with the velvet whip, sometimes with the wooden paddle and at other times by her Dom’s own loving hands. She bit her lower lip, looking at the condo recede in her rear view mirror, remembering how her inner thighs would quiver and tremble during her uncontrolled physical release. When she thought about Williamson, she felt an aching emptiness inside.
He never wants to see me again…
On the way home Bella Lisa stopped by her favorite shop and impulsively bought some presents for Raoul. She couldn’t understand why Raoul was upset with her, if he was.
Perhaps I’ve been rude to him or ignored him lately?
She stopped by a drug store, bought some wrapping paper, scissors, and scotch tape and wrapped the box of gifts in her car.
When she arrived at Raoul’s home, he hadn’t gotten home from work yet. She hid the box of presents under his pillow, changed into some sexy lingerie and waited for him on the bed.
Maybe these little gifts will spice things up between us…
Bella Lisa heard the door open and the sounds of Raoul rummaging around the kitchen.
He knows I’m here; my car’s parked out front. Why isn’t he coming up to say hello?
“Are you here? Raoul?”
“What?”
She could tell by the tone of his voice he was angry about something.
“Why don’t you come upstairs?”
“Why?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
Bella Lisa heard him bound up the steps. Raoul stood leaning against the doorway with his arms across his chest and didn’t enter the bedroom.
“What is it?”
“Are you mad about something, Raoul?”
“No.”
“Come on, Raoul, I know you’re upset. If we’re getting married in two weeks, we should start being honest with each other…”
“OK, Bella. I don’t want to cramp your style, but all week long you’ve been going to work without wearing a bra.”
“That’s not true. I wear a bra every day.”
“Yeah, but you might as well not have one on, it’s completely transparent! I’m catching men constantly checking out your breasts. Your shirts are never buttoned up properly and everyone can see your cleavage. You can even see your nipples through the material of your clothes. Perhaps you’ve never noticed but all the women at work give you disapproving looks. You’re going to be my wife for God’s Sake! It’s embarrassing to me.”
Here we go, it’s starting again.
Bella Lisa gave Raoul the standard speech she had given all of her previous boyfriends.
“Raoul, I’ve always been a free spirit. That’s how I was raised. I thought you were too, that’s why I liked you. Who cares whether the guys at the office look at me. You’re the one I come home to at night; you’re the one I’m getting married to. And frankly, I could care less what those other women think about me, it’s none of their business how I dress.”
“I knew you would say that, Bella, but can’t you tone it down a little? Everywhere you go, you’re making guys aroused.”
“This is who I am, Raoul. You should be happy to have an attractive girlfriend. Am I doing anything to make you jealous?”
“No, but you’re so nice to everyone.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You make them think they have a chance with you.”
“That’s ridiculous, Raoul. You make me sound like some kind of slut…”
Bella Lisa turned away and faced the mirror. After a moment, Raoul came into the room. He approached Bella Lisa from behind and embraced her.
“You’re right, Bella. I’m sorry for acting like a jerk. You’re so beautiful; you drive me mad with jealousy. Can you forgive me for being upset?”
“I suppose. Just don’t be so insecure. You’re a sexy guy; I see plenty of pretty girls checking you out too.”
“Thanks, Bella.”
She put on her silk robe and they went downstairs to have dinner. While they ate, Raoul couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She always looks so beautiful in her lingerie. I can’t wait to be married to her.
After watching TV, they went up to their bedroom. As usual, Bella Lisa stood by the door with her arms at her sides. Raoul slipped the robe off her shoulders, picked her up and laid down with her on the bed. He felt something underneath his pillow and pulled out the wrapped present.
“Is this the surprise you mentioned?” Raoul asked.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Open it…”
Raoul took off the wrapping. He opened the box and pulled out the sex toys inside, a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, a paddle, a small whip and massage oil.
“Bella… What is all this?”
“Oh, it’s just a few little things I picked up on a whim. I thought it might be fun to play around with them a little.”
“Don’t you like the way we have sex?”
“Sure, but I thought just for fun maybe you’d like to try something new…”
“OK. I can try giving you a massage with the oil, I guess.”
Bella Lisa turned onto her stomach and Raoul rubbed the fragrant oil into her shoulders.
“You’re so good at this, Raoul,” Bella Lisa said.
“Thank you. I took a few massage classes.”
Raoul felt himself becoming aroused as he rubbed her. He slipped her panties and stockings down her legs, undressed himself, put on a condom and entered her from behind. Bella Lisa arched her back side upward.
With Ph
illipe, I would never have to ask.
“Slap me with the paddle,” Bella Lisa said.
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I just want to see how it feels…”
Raoul tried to slap her, tapping her a few times lightly on the hips.
“Was that too hard?”
“No.”
“Did it hurt?
“No.”
I couldn’t even feel it.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Bella.”
I’m sure now that you won’t.
“Try the whip,” Bella Lisa suggested.
“Are you sure?”
“Go ahead, try.”
The whip tickled more than stung.
“Do you like this, Bella?”
Not enough.
“Yes. Put the handcuffs on me. Blindfold me.”
“You are too sexy!”
Raoul cuffed her wrists in front of her and covered her eyes with the blindfold. He pumped into her forcefully. Bella Lisa shut her eyes and pictured the slapping table flipping into the air. Soon, Raoul lost control and ejaculated into the condom inside her. Afterwards, Raoul removed the handcuffs and blindfold. He got up to dispose of the condom and then rejoined her in bed.
“God… That was so sexy, Bella.”
“Yes…”
“Thanks for the cool stuff.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You can dress any way you like, if you keep making love to me like that. That was the best sex I ever had!”
“OK.”
It wasn’t long until Raoul had fallen asleep. Bella Lisa lay awake, thinking about Williamson.
She kept playing through her mind their last moment in the Pleasure Room, when the two towering crosses came crashing to the ground and the spanking table flipped in the air and landed on its side with two broken legs like an injured beast. She looked down at her palm and remembered how rough and heavy his cheek felt in her hand before he asked her to leave. Soon she too fell asleep next to Raoul.
On the morning of the wedding, Phillipe took his tea out on the balcony. The sky was overcast. The wind came off the ocean and churned up the waves. He watched the choppy surf crash against the rock jetty below, sending spray high into the air. He had taken the day off work and cancelled or rescheduled all of his appointments. He hadn’t heard from Bella Lisa in almost three weeks since her last text after the night of his rampage. Williamson had the idea to get away from LA, drive down to Mexico for the weekend and get drunk in a hotel bar.