by Paul Preston
But how?
He felt himself sit up quickly and look at the edge of the bed into the silvery shadows, his heart pumping fast.
Bella Lisa?
He slowly lay back down, pulled Carlotta close to him and shut his eyes. He felt restless and uncomfortable. Phillipe opened his eyes, hoping to see the vision of the young woman he had loved, just once more.
Was that you, Bella Lisa?
He heard a soft soothing voice repeat in his ear, helping him to fall back to sleep.
“Remember. It was not your fault, Phillipe… not your fault… not your fault…”
Chapter Six
Are You Disappointed In Me, Sir?
The next morning Williamson woke up, feeling more at peace, after the spiritual visitation by Bella Lisa. After thinking it over, it didn’t matter to Williamson whether it was a hallucination or a dream, he felt Bella Lisa’s soothing presence again. It was real to him.
“I’ll be watching over you,” he remembered Bella Lisa said, before vanishing from the edge of his bed.
Perhaps it will be Bella Lisa who will visit me at night, and not the Beast…
He left the room for a moment to prepare a breakfast of fresh fruits, bread and butter and hot coffee flavored with sweet cream and brought it back on a tray to Carlotta’s bedside. He watched her sleep, tossing her blonde locks this way and that, licking her full lips. When she stretched her arms above her head, the bed sheet slipped down to reveal her perfectly rounded breasts, an offering to be fondled and sucked upon. When she awoke, her hands went up to her forehead to remove the blindfold, but Williamson gently stopped her, placing her hands down at her sides. He whispered softly in her ear.
“Good morning, Carlotta. I thought you might be hungry, so I made you some breakfast.”
“How sweet of you, Phillipe. Did you have pleasant dreams?”
“I did. Very pleasant, thank you.”
Williamson helped her sit up and placed the breakfast tray beside them.
“I’ll feed you. But let’s drink our coffee first. This is yours, Carlotta. Be careful, it’s still hot,” Williamson whispered.
Williamson carefully handed her the coffee mug and she blew on it and took a sip.
“Mmmm. Thank you, Phillipe. It’s delicious…”
After they drank their coffee, Williamson fed her fresh melon wedges and a warm slice of bread and butter.
“Thank you. I like being fed by you. May I feed you now, Phillipe?”
“You may.”
Carlotta took off her blindfold and kissed Williamson with her open mouth and tongue, placing her hand softly upon his burned cheek. She fed him the rest of the fruit and bread, piece by piece. She patted the edge of his lips with a napkin when the juice from a ripe slice of honeydew melon threatened to slip down his chin.
After breakfast, she put the tray of food on the bedside table and Williamson reclined in bed.
“Come, Carlotta. I want to kiss you now…” Phillipe said, glancing down at her private area.
Carlotta smiled and straddled his face with her knees. She arched her back, leaned over his legs and sat down upon him. Phillipe kissed and licked deeply inside her sheath, while cupping her pendulous breasts in his palms. Carlotta pressed down and rocked her hips rhythmically on top of him, over and over, until his face and chin was covered with a slippery wetness. Finally, Carlotta let go and released her secretion directly into his open mouth. When she pulled her hips away and lay back down beside him, she saw particles of white thick effluence around his mouth. She touched the white cream and felt the creamy substance between her fingers.
“I’ve never come like this with any other man,” Carlotta said.
Williamson kissed her tenderly. Carlotta turned on her side, cuddling close to him. She untied his robe and cupped one hand under his large swollen testicles and grasped his large pulsating shaft with her other hand.
“You don’t understand, Phillipe, I’m not just saying this. After all the movies I’ve made and the hundreds of sex scenes I’ve filmed, I’ve never once had this strong of a sexual response, with a man or a woman. I’ve been with lots of people, too many really, and I’ve never once felt what I feel every time I’m with you.”
Williamson took the breasts that fit so perfectly in his large strong hands and fondled them, playing with her nipples.
“Oh, Phillipe…”
Carlotta squeezed his shaft between her fingers and kissed the enflamed skin around his burn, licking downwards over his muscled chest and abs. She straddled him with her knees again and mounted him, his long erection slipping easily and deeply into her open womb. She put her arms over his biceps and rocked her hips on top, while Williamson continued to fondle and squeeze her swaying breasts.
“Phillipe, I want you to know, after what I experienced with you, I am yours now. Last night was the most erotic night of my life. You can do whatever your heart desires with me, and I mean anything. I like feeling you so deep inside of me. You may let go and come if it pleases you, any time, day or night. You make me feel more like a woman than anyone I’ve met. I know you are not a man who is so easy to please. Tell me, what it is you want from me. I will do anything you wish. What can I do to please you, My Lord?”
Williamson pulled her close and whispered in her ear.
“Alright, submissive… Here is what I want you to do. I want you to totally let go like you never have before. When you come for me again, I want to hear you scream out so loud that my neighbors on the 24th floor can hear you. No play-acting, no cameras, I want it to be real. Will you do that for me, submissive?”
“Oh, I will, My Lord…”
“After you are completely satisfied, I want you to sit in the chair by your mirror and await further instructions…” Williamson whispered.
“Yes, My Lord.”
Carlotta shut her eyes and increased the speed of her rocking motion on top of Williamson, rotating and grinding her pelvis into him. Although it was immensely stimulating, Williamson felt completely in control of his ejaculation, too much in control. He attached his lips and tongue on the side of her neck and sucked her skin into his mouth as she glided up and down on his shaft.
If it were Bella Lisa on top of me, I would’ve lost it by now.
No man had ever lasted as long with Carlotta, or had allowed her to experience such pleasure. She bit her lower lip until she could feel the indentation on her tender skin with the tip of her tongue. It was so nice not having to worry about over stimulating her lover as she let her body lose control. Carlotta moaned out louder and louder as she felt an explosion building up within. Her hips and thighs began to quiver and shake uncontrollably and she screamed out as loud as she could. Breathing rapidly, with tears sliding down her face, she came hard, her muscles trembling, her skin damp with sweat, while Williamson remained poised and erect within her, sucking firmly on her neck. She breathed deeply for several minutes to recover, feeling exceedingly light-headed.
“Oh my God, Phillipe. Oh… My… God…”
After Carlotta’s heart stopped pounding under her heaving breasts, she pulled out and slowly swung her legs off the bed and sat in the chair in front of the mirror. Carlotta looked at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin pale. She tilted her head to the side and observed the blue marks on both sides of her neck. He had sucked the flesh of her throat so hard her skin was bruised. She looked back at Williamson in the reflection.
“You’ve marked me, My Lord. I like it. You may mark me again, if you’d like. If it pleases you, I wish you would mark me again in other places… in other ways…perhaps, more permanently...”
She bit her lower lip and winked at him. Williamson stood up and towered over her, placing his large heavy hands on her thin shoulders, and bending down to whisper his further instructions in her ear.
“Your markings will come, all in good time…Now submissive, inside the bag on the table, along with our assortment of sex toys, is some makeup – red lipstick, eye line
r, mascara, eye shadow, rouge. I want you to look sexy for me around the house. Please apply your makeup, while I watch…”
“Of course. If it pleases you, My Lord.”
With slightly trembling hands, Carlotta painted her face in a sexy manner. She outlined her lips in bright red, blowing him a kiss as he watched. She applied the mascara in a black thick line under her eyes, brushed purple eye shadow on her lids and made her cheeks red with the rouge. She bit her lip and winked at him as she transformed herself in the mirror.
It is cruel of me to make her do this... I’m hard-hearted to have sex with another woman, so soon after Bella Lisa died. I’m cruel…And I can’t permanently mark her. I can’t. I won’t. I promised Bella Lisa. I made a vow…
From behind her, Williamson squeezed thick lubricating oil over her breasts and it slowly slid down her torso. He whispered once more his demands.
“Rub the oil into your breasts, just on your breasts and nipples, as I watch.”
Carlotta rubbed her breasts for him with open palms, closing her eyes and feeling the tips of her nipples with her fingers. She fondled herself in a circular motion, enjoying the slippery feeling of the oil on her skin. After a moment, Williamson stood her up by her wrists and led her back to the bed. He laid her down, her upper back and head propped up by pillows. Williamson tied knots around her wrists with the silk ropes and stretched her arms over her head, restraining her to the bedposts. After coating her breasts with more lubricating gel, he straddled her on the bed and slid his testicles and shaft between her cleavage. With each thrust, the head of his penis touched her lips, and he held it there, as Carlotta sucked upon the rim. He increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, pushing her beasts together around the sides of his shaft. He pulled out and admired at how sexy she looked, her arms tied firmly behind her, her thick red lips, dark eyes and long blonde hair sweeping over the side of her cheek and shoulder. As he rubbed himself on her breasts, he whispered in her ear.
“Submissive, in a few minutes I have to go into my office. This is what I want from you, what I need from you... While I’m gone, I want you to wait for me, tied up in this room, thinking about nothing more than how you want to please me with your mouth. That’s all I want you to think about while I’m gone.”
Carlotta shut her eyes and held on to the ropes behind her. In the ecstasy of her bondage, she cried out to her Dom.
“Yes, that’s all I want to think about, from now on. Fill my mouth with your semen, Phillipe. My mouth is open. I’m waiting to swallow you, right now, My Lord. And I’ll think of nothing else while you’re away from me, but your penis inside of my mouth and my lips sucking on you and swallowing you over and over every day and every night for the rest of my life.
“Very good, Carlotta.”
“And Phillipe… I want you to mark me. I want you to be the one. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for and I can’t wait any longer. I want you to do it to me, when you get back, later tonight. I’ve never been marked. I am a virgin submissive, and I am yours to mark. Your virgin sub. You’ve already marked my throat by sucking on my skin, but that’s not enough. The mark on my neck will soon fade and I want the mark from you to be permanent. I want the world to know who it is I belong to. My skin is pure and it is yours, My Lord. You may mark me as your submissive, My Lord…”
Images of holding the knife against Bella Lisa’s throat at the bidding of the Beast, the blood pouring down his legs after he sliced his pelvis with the shard of glass, the horrific car accident, and the beautiful yellow butterfly appearing out of the flames of the explosion appeared as images in Phillipe’s fractured mind. To escape the memories, Williamson plunged into the sensual abyss. He slid his penis frantically through her oiled breasts and then entered her vagina, thrusting into her womb with abandon. He watched how her breasts trembled and shook as he pounded into her. He shut his eyes and pictured Bella Lisa’s gentle spirit, her form glowing with light. He felt Carlotta quiver underneath him as the inner walls of her sex squeezed the sides of his penis. When he opened his eyes he saw his sub tilt her head back and open her mouth. Williamson moaned, releasing the first few jets of sperm inside her. He pulled out and coated her breasts in a stream of his seed. He finished inside her lips, moaning out again and filling her mouth with his thick cream. She swallowed and sucked out the remaining fluid from the sensitive tip of his penis. Both lovers were breathing deeply when Williamson disengaged from Carlotta’s mouth. Williamson stood up beside the bed, regaining his composure.
“Wait here,” he said.
He was gone for just a moment and he returned carrying a suit and a pair of shoes. He made a quick call on his cell phone.
“Luman, meet me in front of the lobby in five minutes with the limo.”
Williamson dressed in front of her, while she watched. After he put on his shoes, Williamson untied one of her wrists from the bedposts.
“Are you setting me free, My Lord?”
“Never…”
Phillipe tied off one end of the long silk rope to the bedpost, while the other end was still attached to her wrist. It allowed her freedom of movement, but did not allowing her to leave.
“I have to stop by my office. I’ll be back in a few hours…I’m sorry, Carlotta. I can’t allow you to leave this room while I’m gone. After what just happened to Bella Lisa, I can’t take a chance on losing you too. I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you like that, tied to my bed. I’ve given you enough rope to move about the room, use the bathroom and rest comfortably. When I return, I shall set you free.”
“There is no other place I’d rather be. This is where I belong, My Lord, tied to my Dom’s bed, and waiting for his return.”
“Are your wrists sore, Carlotta? Do you want me to make the knot looser?”
“No. I’m fine, Phillipe. Go. The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back. I can’t stop thinking about what you’ll do to me when you come back, and what you might do to me to make me yours, forever. Now give me a kiss and hurry home to me.”
Williamson looked at her once more, restrained so prettily by the ropes, kissed her, and left.
Carlotta got out of bed, poured herself a drink of cold water from the pitcher beside the bed and emptied the glass. She used the bathroom, and then took a hot relaxing shower. She shampooed and conditioned her hair and dried off. Carlotta climbed back into the bed, covered her breasts with the bed sheet, and took a long nap.
As Williamson exited the lobby of his condo, the doorman Billy held open the front door for him.
“Hello, Mr. Williamson, it’s good to…” Billy said, his jaw dropping open as soon as he saw Phillipe’s damaged face, his hand touching his belly as if he had suddenly become nauseous.
I must look more hideous than I had thought, in the light of day…
Ashamed, Williamson looked to the ground. Luman held the door open and he got in. He poured himself a shot of cognac to settle his nerves.
“Where to, Mr. Williamson,” Cogworthy said.
“The nearest costume supply store. Luman, find it in the GPS. After that, take me downtown to my office.”
“Yes, sir,” Cogworthy said.
In the costume store, Williamson bought a black Fedora and a plain white curved mask he had once seen at a masquerade party. It perfectly covered the rotted flesh on the side of his face. He looked at himself in the dressing room’s full length mirror.
I still look like a monster, but at least people won’t retch when they see me…
Halloween was right around the corner and Williamson fit right in at the store. The kid at the Party City checkout counter liked the look.
“Cool, dude. Who are you supposed to be this year, that guy from the musical?”
Yes, I am him this year, and next year as well.
“Yes. The Phantom. Here’s my credit card. I’m wearing the mask and hat out.”
“That’s cool. Hey, I can show you a big black cape and a cane to complete the look, if you want.”
Though he felt ridiculous, like some kind of carnival sideshow freak, at least no one would be able to see his burned face. He wore the Fedora low over his right eye, as he stared out the window on the drive to downtown LA. When he saw the skyline appear through the smog-induced haze, he knew it would be his last trip to the business he started 23 years ago. His good looks were the coin upon which he made his fortune. Now his stunningly handsome face, his self-assured, steady and intelligent gaze and his confident friendly handshake to existing and potential clients went up in smoke along with the ashes of the woman he loved.
Who will trust their portfolio to someone who looks like me? Who will buy a multimillion dollar home from me now?
Williamson looked at himself in the reflection of the window.
I look like a cast-off from a B-grade horror movie…
He would have to resign as President and CEO of both companies. He decided to promote Mrs. Potcia’s son Che to manage Williamson Investments.
For Williamson Real Estate Services, I’ll hire a headhunter to lure a manager away from one of my competitors.
At his office, no one recognized him. He got a few odd looks from the staff, like he was just another weirdo who’d come with piles of money to invest. As Williamson walked into his office, his executive secretary, Ms. Merriweather, immediately jumped up from her desk.
“Excuse me, sir. What are you doing? You can’t go in there. Those are private offices,” she said.
Williamson turned to her and removed his Fedora and mask. She recoiled, horrified, clutching her hand to her chest.
“Mr. Williamson? Is that you?”
“Yes, that’s right. It is I, Mrs. Merriweather. Phillipe Williamson, in the flesh. Or what is left of me, that is. I apologize for my appearance. I didn’t mean to frighten you…”
“No, you didn’t frighten me, Mr. Williamson… Welcome back… We were all so upset to hear about the accident…”