by Paul Preston
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. And I told you, I have a fetish for scars, especially yours, Phillipe.”
Williamson allowed Carlotta to slowly unwrap the bandage. When she finished, she leaned forward and kissed the red raw skin, following the burn with her lips from his jaw line, up his cheek, to just under his right eye.
“They did a good job. It doesn’t look bad at all, just a little sunburnt. It was a very brave thing you did, trying to rescue Bella Lisa from the burning car. You did everything you could to save her, Phillipe.”
Williamson pulled away from Carlotta, tying the sash around his robe and tucking himself back under the silk material. He typed a message into his I-Pad and showed it to her.
Please, go away, Carlotta. I want to be left alone.
“Andre had said you had stopped talking, since the accident. That’s alright with me, Phillipe. The plans I have with you have little to do with talking. As for going away, I’m afraid, at the present moment; I have nowhere else to go. I was worried about you and wanted to see you, but you were occupied with Bella Lisa, so I waited. And now after this terrible accident, I moved out of my rental to stay with you. Would you mind if I stayed here with you a little longer, until you felt better? Andre felt you shouldn’t be alone at a time like this, so he gave me a spare key to the elevator. See, here’s the key. It’s on this chain I keep around my neck, close to my heart. I’ve been waiting for you to come back home, so we could spend some time together.”
Williamson looked up and saw the gold key, resting in Carlotta’s creamy white cleavage. She had picked out a sexy sheer silk top that completely exposed her beautiful breasts. Williamson’s eyes drifted lower and he admired the lacey garter belt holding up her thigh high white stockings, her sheer silk panties and her matching white high heeled shoes.
“Yes, this is my uniform while I will be staying with you, as your guest. I’ve left behind all my other clothes, but luckily I found a variety of sexy costumes I can dress up in, for every day of the month.”
Williamson wrote into the tablet.
I appreciate your company, but look at me Carlotta. I’m hideous.
“It’s not true. One side of your face is red and a little scarred. It only adds to your mystic, I think. Have a look for yourself.”
For the first time since the accident, Williamson turned into the mirror and gazed at himself. One side of his face looked like a slab of red, rotting meat and the other side was undamaged by the burn.
“We can rub some special cream into your skin; eventually it will fade and look much better. But the truth is I’m more attracted to you than ever like that, so I hope it doesn’t ever go away.”
I’m not safe to be with Carlotta. For you own protection, I have to ask you to leave.
“I feel safe with you, I always have.”
I was responsible for her death. I killed Bella Lisa Mauricio, as surely as if I had put a bullet in her head.
“No, that’s not true. It was a terrible accident. You couldn’t have prevented—”
Williamson stopped Laura from talking by lightly touching her shoulder. Then he held up one finger to ask her to wait, while he composed a longer note. Carlotta looked at him with tenderness and pity in her eyes. Finally, Williamson handed her the I-Pad to read.
Think about it. I was obsessed with her. Even though it was clearly inappropriate of me to pursue her, I didn’t care. I wanted her. I made her dependent upon me, addicted to me, sexually. I collared her and made her into my sub. I helped her Father with his financial difficulties and paid the mortgage on his condo only to get her to like me. I preyed upon her sweet, open-hearted nature and won her affection. When she had her chance to live a normal life with a good young man, I stood in the way of her happiness and couldn’t let her go. I convinced her she needed me as her Dom. I held up the diamond collar at her own wedding and it drew her to me like a magnet, as I knew it would. After I gave her a ring and proposed to her, she wanted to run out and buy me a ring in that terrible weather. I should’ve never let her go. I knew the blind turn out of the parking garage was dangerous from the moment I bought the building ten years ago. I petitioned the city to put in a traffic light there, but I didn’t try hard enough. I saw the fog rolling in. I knew there would be zero visibility on the road at that moment, but I stupidly let her go out. I set up the woman I loved to die in that horrible crash. It was entirely my fault. Don’t you see, Carlotta? It won’t be safe for you here either.
After reading the words, Carlotta touched Phillipe gently on the arm.
“It’s been almost two months since the accident. You have to stop blaming yourself about it, Phillipe. I totally understand Bella Lisa. She came away with you because she didn’t want to be trapped in a dull marriage. She wanted to be with you. She was just waiting for you to help her break her free of it. And there is no way you could have foreseen the car accident, none of us can stop a senseless tragedy like that from occurring. Stop blaming yourself, Phillipe, it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t create the foggy conditions. You had nothing to do with the accident.”
It was my lust for her that killed her. And something terrible will happen to you too if you stay here with me.
“I’m willing to take that chance, Phillipe.”
Carlotta walked over to Williamson and grasped his hands. They sat down on the bed together.
“Phillipe, when I was twenty one, my new step-father started giving me these dirty looks. I knew what he wanted so I ran away from home to get away from him. It didn’t take long for me to run out of the money I saved up. That’s when you met me, selling my body on the corner. I was so fortunate to have met you on my very first night on the street. I remember you paid me for my services, but instead of using my body for your pleasure, you took me back to your condo, fed me, got me off my addiction to drugs, gave me a safe place to stay and never once touched me inappropriately. You saved me from a life on the streets, Phillipe. You hired me at the club as a waitress, and then you trained me as a submissive to perform on the stage, which led to me getting cast to perform in adult movies. I even won the Best Actress at the AVN Awards in Las Vegas two years in a row. You came to the awards ceremony to support me, which was so sweet of you. I saw you in the audience. Do you remember?”
Williamson bowed his head and nodded yes.
“Now I have more money in the bank then I ever dreamed. I’m thirty two now; I’ve lasted in the business seven years, longer than most. But I’m tired of it now, tired of faking orgasms with multiple, ugly men for the camera. I just want to be with one person, someone I’m attracted to, someone I feel safe with, and I want that one person to be you, Phillipe. Do you like my company?”
Williamson nodded.
“Are you attracted to me?”
Williamson nodded again.
“When you trained me to be a submissive for your club, it was real to me, Phillipe. When you put the collar on me and taught me how to be sexy in front of the audience, it made me feel so close to you. When I had to do a scene in a movie with a particularly unattractive partner, I always made believe it was you, and it helped me to get through it. I know I’ve been with many men, and women, too many to remember, but my heart has always belonged to you, Phillipe. I want to be here for you, to help you get over your loss. I know you’ve been in the hospital for quite a long time. Maybe you’re in the mood for some companionship? I think I might be able to cheer you up a little. Would you like me to be your submissive, Phillipe?”
Williamson held his arms out and embraced her.
I’ll abandon myself in her… In Carlotta…
He stood up and gestured for Carlotta to follow him. Phillipe escorted her to a guest room, kissed her cheek and left. Carlotta opened the blinds and looked out at the dark ocean. Rays of moonlight sparkled off the surface of the water and shined into her new room. She sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Williamson returned a few minutes later, carrying several hangers of lingerie and a bag of sex toys. After hangi
ng up the lingerie in the closet, Williamson leaned over her and whispered very quietly in her ear.
“Alright, Carlotta. I want you to be my submissive, but only under the following conditions. After what… happened, I’m taking no further chances. You’re not allowed to leave this room or this condo without me. When I’m gone, you’ll oil your body and wait patiently here for my return. I can give you my body, but I’ll never be able to offer you my heart. It is… broken. If you feel I’m not pleasing you as a Dom or wish to leave me for any reason, I will release you as my sub, in writing. Do you agree with my terms, submissive?”
“Give me the papers to sign, My Lord…”
In a desk drawer Williamson took out the standard contract between a Dom and his sub and Carlotta signed the last page without reading it. Then Carlotta lay back on the bed, resting on her elbows and slowly spread her wet inner thighs apart for Williamson.
“Mmmm,” Williamson moaned, drinking in the moist open folds of Carlotta’s unfurled shaved sex.
He took out the items he quickly tossed in the bag he had brought, making mental notes of what else he needed to bring. He set the toys and lubricants on the dresser and turned to his sub. Her long blonde hair swept over her left shoulder and cascaded down the side of her body, covering her left breast.
Carlotta winked at her new Dom and bit her lower lip impatiently.
“What are you waiting for, My Lord?”
Williamson slid her panties down her legs, unbuttoned and removed her silk top, completely exposing her. He attached a simple black leather collar around her throat, adorned with an O-ring in the front and the back. He started their session by tightly binding Carlotta around each ankle and wrist with four strands of silk cord. He knotted the cords very tightly to the four bed posts, with her legs spread widely apart and her arms pulled firmly up and over her head.
“So very tight, My Lord. Are you afraid I’m planning to escape already?”
Williamson leaned forward and whispered slowly into her ear, his fingers entwined in her thick hair.
“Carlotta, you will never leave this condo. Do you understand? You will never leave. Ever…”
Williamson squeezed out a slick lubricating gel and rubbed it in vigorously, kneading her skin and pressing her muscles in his grasp. He slipped his oiled hands up and down every inch of her skin while Carlotta writhed beneath him, but left the entrance of her sex and the tips of her nipples untouched. He put both of his hands around her throat, slipping his fingertips under her collar and glided them back down to her breasts. He grabbed her mounds of soft flesh, squeezed her hard and did not release his grip.
“These are mine now. Mine,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, My Lord,” she panted, her heart racing.
Her sucked hard on her swollen elongated nipples and it made her moan out with pleasure. The more she moaned out, the harder he squeezed her breasts and sucked on her nipples, holding the tips captive between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as if he intended to swallow her lightly ringed aureoles one by one down his throat. After nibbling on her sensitive large nipples, Williamson grabbed her inner thighs, pushing them apart even further and dove into her with her mouth, lips and tongue. Her buried his nose and face deep within her wet sheath, squeezing the curved folds of her sex between his lips and sucking upon them. His lips found her clitoris and he sucked greedily upon the nub. Her bound thighs started quivering in response and he slid first two and then three fingers rapidly in and out of her wide open sex. He slipped his robe off and speared her to the core, pumping wildly into her, while grabbing her breasts and squeezing them roughly. Carlotta relaxed, without the heat of the lights and the leering stares of the crew. She finally didn’t have to act out the silly orgasms she had grown quite tired of doing for the cameras. With his skillful fingers and tongue, Williamson brought her to a release. Carlotta couldn’t remember a time a man had made her come so hard, trembling and moaning out loudly. Williamson continued to massage her sex with his throbbing shaft until the quivering stopped, only pulling out when her breathing returned to normal. He did not have an orgasm.
Williamson untied her wrists and ankles and picked her up off the bed. He carried her out of the room and down the darkened corridors to the dining room. He offered her a seat and went into the kitchen. Within a moment he returned with a cheese omelet he had prepared and a pitcher of ice water, setting the meal down on the table. Williamson sat down and motioned for Carlotta to come closer by tapping on his legs. She sat in his lap, straddling his hips and facing him. Phillipe slipped his erection into her aroused sex again. As she rocked her hips on top of him, he fed her the omelet from his fork, blowing on it first, before placing it in her mouth. Between bites, he kissed her with an open mouth and gave her sips of water. After Carlotta was done eating, Williamson placed his hands on her breasts and Carlotta fed him his dinner from the same fork. After a few bites, Williamson suddenly rose up to his feet and Carlotta wrapped her legs tightly around his back. As he carried her off in his arms to the end of the West Wing, he sucked hard on her neck, leaving behind bluish marks. He entered his Room of Pleasure and immediately laid her body down, face first over a wedge. Williamson handcuffed her wrists behind her back and linked the handcuffs by a chain to the O-ring on the back of her collar. Like a sex-starved animal, Williamson began licking Carlotta in the cleavage of her backside over and over, slipping his tongue into her compliant opening and kissing her there. She pushed back with her hips so his tongue would delve deeper into her. He moved to the front of the wedge and Williamson slipped a blindfold over Carlotta’s eyes. She felt the tip of his penis at her lips. With his left hand he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and with his right hand he slapped her backside once on each cheek with a wooden paddle.
Carlotta reacted to the slap by taking his penis into her mouth and sucking vigorously upon it. As she sucked on him, Carlotta felt the lash of a whip upon the tender skin of her backside over and over. Before he was about to come inside her mouth, he pulled out and squeezed lubricating gel on the opening of her back side and on the head and sides of his penis. He straddled Carlotta from behind, easily and gently slipping into her. He reached around her torso and squeezed her breasts as he slid his oiled shaft into her tight opening. After several desperate thrusts his semen exploded out of him, filling her. He immediately turned her over, laid her down on the futon and rubbed his shaft between her breasts, coating them with the remaining fluid. When his panting subsided, he freed her wrists from the chains, put her head on a pillow, covered her up with a warm blanket and lay down beside her. He cuddled up against her from behind and grasped her breasts. Feeling his warm body behind her, Carlotta turned her cheek and whispered sleepily into Williamson’s singed red ear.
“I love you, Phillipe. I’ve always loved you…”
Williamson was silent. Carlotta fell asleep. After wrapping her in a sheet, he decided to pick her up and carry her out of the West Wing and back to her guest room. He laid her down on the more comfortable bed and got in beside her, pulling a blanket over their bodies. His beating heart slowed and he drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night Williamson was awoken by an intensely bright light coming from the edge of his futon. Looking to his side, Carlotta was peacefully sleeping, undisturbed by the light. He rubbed his eyes and looked again but the light only shined brighter. Out of the circular luminescence, Williamson saw or thought he saw a feminine figure appear.
Am I dreaming? No, I’m awake…
He looked closely at the female form and the image of Bella Lisa’s beautiful face and breasts appeared out of the light. Williamson sat up straight and Carlotta shifted in her sleep. He heard his voice speak, but also was aware his lips had not moved. He watched the fluctuating image and heard her familiar feminine voice, but could not see her lips move or mouth open. Her voice sounded far away, as if it came from inside a long dark cave.
“Bella Lisa!”
“Phillipe… I’m he
re. Thank you for trying to save me. I’m sorry you burned your face.”
“Bella Lisa? Is that you? Are you there?”
“I can only stay for a moment. I’m not allowed to stay…”
The specter seemed to fade away, then reappear in a shadowy image. Suddenly, Williamson felt ashamed of the naked woman beside him.
“Bella Lisa… I…I’m sorry…I…”
The hovering spirit seemed to know his thoughts and wished to ease his mind.
“No, Phillipe. I’m happy you have Carlotta here to comfort you. I want you to be happy… Remember, the accident was not your fault. I know you feel bad about it, but it was not your fault.”
“Bella Lisa…”
Williamson reached his arm out toward the ghostly image.
“I need to touch you…”
“You can’t, not now. Not anymore. Where I go, you can’t follow… It’s time, Phillipe…”
Bella Lisa’s image began to fade back into the circle of light.
“No, please don’t go.”
“Don’t worry, Phillipe. Remember, it was not your fault… I’ll be watching over you…”
“Bella Lisa… Don’t leave…”
As if a celestial switch had been suddenly turned off, the illumination went immediately to black.
Williamson felt himself get out of bed and look out the balcony window. He saw the moon slip behind a large dark cloud for an instant and flirtatiously reappear half-hidden to his eyes. He closed his eyes, rubbed them again and then opened them. He pulled up the wooden blinds all the way up the balcony window, allowing the moonlight to shine through. He looked out at the ocean and wondered if the image of Bella Lisa was real, or another one of his hallucinations.
It seemed real…
He looked back at the bed and was startled. In the streak of moonlight he saw himself asleep next to Carlotta, with his palms firmly cupping her breasts.
What?
Though he could plainly see the blinds had been raised, he realized he was no longer standing next to the window, but in bed on his side. He could feel his erection nestled in the softness between Carlotta’s curved hips.