Aliya Baban and the Cave of Pleasure

by Melinda Barron

  His cock swelled as he watched her walk. If he took her this soon, before they’d completed at least one of the five tasks he’d set her, it could ruin everything. Then again, if he got inside her, maybe it would help him to probe into her mind, and learn what she was hiding from him.

  Part of him wondered if even she remembered what had turned her to the darker side of life. When they found out, it would go a long way toward turning her back to the light, and making her a much better person.

  He waited for her to reach for the knob then opened the door before she could touch it.

  “Come in, my she-devil. How was your day?”

  “Fine.” She looked around the room and frowned. “Where’s all the pillows and things that were in here last night?”

  “Yes, my day was good, too. Thank you for asking.”

  She shrugged her shoulders in reply and approached the window.

  “So, it looks like your new club is a flop. The room’s not even half-full. Told you Anya’s ideas wouldn’t attract any patrons.”

  “We’re doing just fine, thank you. Have you eaten?”

  “Are you kidding me? After all that food you made me eat this morning?”

  “You haven’t eaten since then?”

  “Look, you don’t stay a size two by stuffing yourself. But I’m not here about food.”

  “No? Then what?” He knew, because he saw it in her mind. But he wanted to make her say it. He wanted to see if she would squirm around the words, or just be matter of fact about it.

  “I want to fuck.”

  He tried, and failed, not to smile. “Oh, really?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “You can’t tell me that you don’t want the same thing. I saw your reaction to me this morning.”

  He studied her. He had no intentions of taking her tonight, even if it would help him figure her out. Still, an orgasm could relax her enough to let him probe deeper.

  There could be no hard fuck just for the sake of it, though. He would only need to make sure she was relaxed, and not thinking about shielding her thoughts.

  Now, she moved in front of him and thrust out her chest. “We are in the Cave of Pleasure, right? Well, I want a little pleasure—scratch that—I want a lot of pleasure. I think I deserve it.”

  “You think you deserve a lot,” Matuse replied, a wicked grin on his face. “Lucky for you I’m willing to accommodate your request. But, it will be on my terms. Not yours.”

  “You’re a real control freak, you know that?”

  His grin spread. “It’s one of my better qualities.”

  “In your dreams, buster. I’m not used to taking a back seat in the sack.”

  “Well, then we won’t use a bed. We’ll use my desk, and you’ll do as you’re told. Understand?”

  Aliya stared at him, his seductive voice soaking into her body and making her shiver. “No.”

  “Oh, yes. You will.”

  “Or what, you’ll spank me again?”

  “If I have to.” He cocked his head, his expression softening. “You might enjoy it, she-devil.”

  “Doubt it.” The look on his face made her insides quake. Her blood surged through her veins as he took a step toward her, his hand stretching to her hair, which he gently stroked.

  “My way, or no way,” he said, the hard words belying his gentle touch. “It’s your choice.”

  When she didn’t answer, he waved his hands. The papers on his huge desk disappeared. Seconds later, her clothing followed.

  “Whoa! Wait a minute, here. Could we take this a little slower?”

  “You said you wanted to fuck. Don’t you need to be naked for that?” He stroked her arms now, his fingers lazily trailing up and down her skin.

  “Yes, but, I didn’t expect to be naked so soon. And, well…”

  “You don’t trust me.”

  “Exactly.” She had one arm thrown over her chest, and her hand placed strategically over the ‘V’ between her legs. “I thought I wanted sex, but now I’m wondering if I was wrong. I tried to call…” her voice trailed off. When he laughed, she snarled at him. “You know!”

  “Of course I do. What part of you’re mine for thirty days don’t you understand?”

  Aliya stood there, throwing daggers at him with her eyes. “I hate you.”

  “Hate is a strong emotion. Are you angry because you tried to get another man to take you to bed and failed?”

  “You know I am. What did you do to him? He’s never turned me down.”

  “I’m sure he hasn’t. And right now, he’s thinking, ‘what have I just done?’ He doesn’t understand, but you do, Aliya. I will give you pleasure if you want it, and if that pleasure needs to include another partner, I will invite him in, not you.”

  She stared at him, her anger congealing into a hard knot inside her stomach. When she’d called Jake, she’d expected him to jump at the chance to come over and bed her. His refusal had carried with it a surprising sting. Now that she knew the reason for it, the pain lessened somewhat.

  “I wouldn’t be here if Jake hadn’t turned me down,” she said, making sure the undertone in her voice let him know she thought he wasn’t worthy of her, but would do in a pinch.

  “It matters not,” Matuse answered. “Now, lie down on the desk.”

  His desk huge, but the gleaming wood looked cold. “No blanket or covering?” She touched the surface, surprised at the warmth that met her fingertips.

  “I’ve taken care of it,” he said. When she didn’t move, he sighed. “I realize this has not been easy on you, and that you expected to take the lead tonight, to keep things your way and get a fast coupling. But that’s not going to happen. Perhaps this will help the two of us build some rapport.”

  She thought about saying no, but she needed this. She wanted physical contact with someone to make her forget what was happening to her. She really didn’t want it to be her tormentor, but he would do. After all, she’d already seen what he had to offer between his legs. His cock was tremendous, thick and long. And it would provide great pleasure. Of that, she was sure.

  Aliya crawled onto the top of the desk, settling onto the warm surface. It was large enough for her whole body, with no limbs hanging over the edges. She laid her head back and felt as if it were on a cushion. She sighed softly.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Now, relax. Raise your hands above your head.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want you to.”

  She thought about arguing, but in a strange way, she trusted him. Sure, she was angry about Jake’s refusal… and about the spanking this morning. But she needed physical contact right now. Perhaps giving over control for this small amount of time wouldn’t hurt.

  She stretched out, lifting her arms above her head. When she felt an invisible force immobilize them, and her outstretched legs, she fought against it, pulling at the ropes that were not there.

  “Relax,” Matuse said. “Take deep breaths and get a hold of yourself.”

  “Let me go!”

  “No. I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to relax. Close your eyes.”

  His voice was like satin on her skin. Men generally weren’t this gentle with her. By the time they got to this stage, they knew she was a sure thing, and that she wanted physical sex, not emotional love. Soft caresses and touching felt too much like emotions, and she didn’t like those.

  She tried, and failed, to relax. Instead she just kept her eyes closed, knowing that it wouldn’t fool him, but hoping that it would appease him.

  When his fingers caressed her ankles, she shivered. “Just do it,” she said. “Don’t play with me.”

  “But I like playing with you. You’re so soft and you smell like…” he leaned over and sniffed at the soft inside of her knee, “gardenias.”

  Her shivering increased. The need inside her built, and she rolled her hips. “Please.”

  “We’ll get there,” he said, trailing his fingers up her thighs and
stopping just below her vagina. “Don’t be in such a hurry.”

  “I want an orgasm.” She knew she sounded whiny, but she didn’t care. She was stressed and needed the release. “And you missed a spot. A very important spot.”

  “If you’re not careful, I’m going to gag you. And don’t think I won’t do it.”

  His hands were on her stomach now, drawing lazy circles around her skin after missing her pussy. Her folds were slick with wetness already, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  “Matuse.”

  “Did I not tell you to hush?” His fingers were below her breasts now, lightly tracing the area where her mounds met her ribs. She pulled against her invisible restraints, soft air escaping from her lips in light moans.

  “Yes, but…” her words turned into mumbles against an invisible barrier.

  “I warned you.” His voice was soft, but firm. “Now I don’t have to worry about my orders being followed.”

  Aliya tried to relax. She’d never given over control during sex. It just wasn’t something she did. She wasn’t a dominatrix, true, but her lovers did what she wanted, not the other way around.

  Now, though, she had little choice.

  She relaxed into the wooden desk, which felt more like a huge heated pillow, it’s warmth seeping into her body. She closed her eyes as Matuse continued to stroke her, his fingers missing every vital part that would bring her closer to orgasm. He played around her breasts, but never cupped them or fondled them. Her nipples were hard little pebbles begging to be touched. The sensation was almost overpowering and, if she’d been able to, she would beg him to touch her.

  To suck her.

  He moved to the head of the desk, his hands kneading her shoulders, working on muscles that had been tense since previous evening.

  Had it really only been that long? To her, it seemed ages ago.

  Yesterday morning she’d had a job and been her own woman. Today she was unemployed and at the mercy of the man who stroked her right now. It wasn’t so bad, though. His touch was gentle—not at all like it had been this morning when he’d spanked her. She pushed that event to the back of her mind and thought about the man standing above her.

  She was sure that if she moved her head, she could see his cock, which she hoped was hard under the loose pants he wore. Did her magical gag mean she couldn’t reach out her tongue and lick him like she had done earlier today? She wanted to, needed to.

  Aliya cut her gaze upwards. Sure enough, she could see the head of his cock above the waistband of his pants. That was a good thing, she thought. At least he was feeling some of the same need that currently held her captive.

  Matuse. She whispered his name in her head, stiffening when he answered her in the same silent manner.

  Yes, she-devil?

  Hearing him in her mind was disconcerting, and reminded her once again that he wasn’t human. She pushed that thought away and concentrated on his fingers.

  Please.

  Please, what?

  Touch my breasts. You’re driving me crazy.

  Good. I’ll touch them when I’m ready, not before. You must learn to relax and give control over to me. When I think you’ve done that, then we’ll play.

  His orders weren’t that simple to follow, but she still tried to silence her mind. She pushed away the worries about being without a job, and about what was going to happen in the coming weeks. She didn’t want to face the women she’d made fun of all her life, but she knew she had no choice.

  She might as well relax and enjoy this one last night before her days in hell began.

  She finally cleared her mind and was rewarded by his fingers snaking down her chest. He captured each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them around until she groaned, the muffled sound filling the room.

  Does that feel good?

  Yes, it does.

  He pinched a little harder, stirring her feelings of need. She didn’t want to beg, but she was nearing that point. If he didn’t move faster, she would do just that, screaming at him in her mind to take her, and take her hard.

  My little she-devil likes it rough, don’t you? It lets your true-self shine through.

  She shook her head back and forth and he answered by pinching harder.

  No hearts and flowers for you. That’s why you asked for a good, hard fuck. You need to learn to open yourself, open your soul to another person, Aliya. It’s not only about that beautiful body of yours. Engage your mind, Aliya. Engage your heart.

  What’s wrong, can’t you deliver on what I want? Aren’t you man enough? Maybe I should summon Paran. I bet he would fuck me.

  His fingers disappeared and she let out a yelp of disapproval.

  After a few moments of lying on the desk, naked and bound with no contact, she started to struggle.

  Take me.

  He didn’t answer and she squirmed some more.

  Matuse! Prove to me you’re a man.

  If she couldn’t entice him with her perfect breasts, she would damage his ego. She’d done it many times before to other men and it always got her what she wanted. They were always eager to prove they could please her.

  When she didn’t get an answer, she screamed in frustration, her anger growing when the muffled sound failed to produce any response. She lay there for several long minutes, her aggravation increasing. She looked around and tried to find him, but he was gone. Or was he? Had he simply disappeared to give her the idea she was alone? Was he watching her, waiting for the right moment to touch her?

  She settled into the desk, which seemed to hold her in a gentle caress, and closed her eyes. Just this once, she supposed, she could let him have the upper hand, and let herself give up control.

  Immediately after the thought ran through her mind, his hands were on her again, stroking her, her breasts filling his large hands. His fingers tugged on her nipples until she squirmed in delight. She fought down the urge to tell him to hurry, to move further south where her pussy ached to be touched, to be filled.

  When his mouth captured a nipple, she arched into him, pushing herself further into his mouth. He toyed at the hard nub with his teeth, increasing the pressure until she moaned in pleasure, and then he moved to the other one, eliciting the same response.

  She wanted to scream at him to pick up the pace, but she was afraid that if she did, he would stop all together.

  He trailed his tongue down her stomach, darting it in and out of her bellybutton until she giggled and squirmed.

  And then he was at her mons, his tongue sliding back and forth over her hairless skin. When he ran his tongue up her slit, she hissed, then sighed when she felt herself turned and placed on all fours. Her shoulders were pressed into the desk, her ass high in the air and her legs spread wide.

  He cupped her pussy and jiggled it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her clit tightened and she knew that he was going to fuck her now, mount her in the ultimate submissive position to let her know she belonged to him. Her still aching behind was on display for him, and somehow she liked it—the way he dominated her, played with her.

  Yes. Do it! Fuck me.

  He squeezed her pussy with his hand then pulled back, leaving her empty. Seconds later, his thumb was within her tight entrance, moving around in her wetness until she groaned.

  So good. Yes. Matuse, please. I want your cock.

  He started to fuck her with his thumb, sliding it in and out, slowly at first, and then pushing it in deeper and faster as his fingers found her clit, massaging it harder as she sped toward orgasm. When his thumb slid out, his fingers tugged her clit down, and when it slid back in, he pushed the hardened nub further into her body.

  It took only a few minutes of this exquisite sensation for her to come, tumbling over the edge as she cried out his name. She realized that the sound echoed through the room, and as her body pulsed with pleasure, she shouted out again.

  “Please, please fuck me! Your cock. I want it. I need it.”


  “You have to earn it,” he said, his voice heavy with passion. “Come again for me.”

  And she did, shaking her ass at him like an animal in heat as his thumb and fingers worked her harder and harder.

  After the orgasm had subsided, she felt as if she were melting into the desk. He stroked her insides with his thumb as his other hand caressed her back. When he slipped out, she pushed back, letting him know that she wanted more, that her body still craved him.

  Her magical bonds disappeared and she yelped in disbelief when she tried to sit up, realizing that she was no longer on the desk, but was now on the mound of pillows where he’d lain the night before and tormented her with voices from her past.

  He stood above her, watching her intently.

  “Sleep, she-devil. You’re going to need your strength.” Then he disappeared.

  She stared at the spot he had occupied, then relaxed into the pillows and closed her eyes. If that was what came from goading him, she would have to do it more often, and at the first chance she got.

  Chapter Five

  For the second day in a row, Aliya fell asleep at the Cave of Pleasure, and woke in her own bed. This morning, though, Matuse was nowhere to be seen. She listened carefully, and could hear no sounds.

  But she could smell food. Heavenly food. Something dripping in sugar from the smell of it.

  She closed her eyes and willed her stomach to be quiet. After eating the pancakes for breakfast the morning before, she’d starved herself for the rest of the day to make up for the calories. She and Matuse really needed to have a talk. She had twenty-eight days left with him, and there was no way she was going to eat her way through them.

  She sat up, pulling the sheet closer around her when she realized she was naked. Shaking her head, she walked to her closet to find her robe, stopping and staring at the barren space with her mouth wide open. It was empty. All her clothes were gone—every last stitch. Even her shoes were missing from the floor.

  She ran to her dresser and opened it, finding it in the same state. No bras, panties, hose… anything.

  “Matuse!”

  “Breakfast is ready,” he called sweetly from the other room. “Come and eat.”