Alain soothed her with the palm of his hand as the water continued to flow into her body and began to settle there. After a few minutes the churning sensations started up, she began to sway, her ass a pretty picture undulating before Alain eyes. He loved seeing her willingly let go to be everything he desired of her. It had been a tough two weeks for them. Work had been a strain, the investigation tough and dangerous – Meri had no clue. The tension just compounded every day. And there was Ella, an intrusion he initially welcomed at the start, but would be glad to see leave his house. She’d been far more than he bargained for. At least he’d earned a few favors from Robbie over this one that might come in handy in the future.
But to have Meri like this now, to have the impish, rebellious, often troubled little nymph so totally within his control seemed like the perfect way to bring them back to the relationship they both treasured. Nothing was more pleasing for him than witnessing her profound surrender as the water rushed into her body.
By the time the enema bag was completely empty, Alain could see that Meri was already becoming physically distraught with fullness in her belly.
“Please, Alain, I think I have to… you know…” she begged.
“Relax, you’re not ready yet.”
“Oh, but, I am, please!”
“Shuuuuuuuush.”
He spoke with quiet calm, his hand stroking her rounded behind until he felt her settle again and go further into her submissive self. After a few minutes more, however, the spasms in her belly flared again.
When it seemed she’d reached the limits of her endurance, he said at last: “You can go now. But be careful.” He helped her from the table to the nearby toilet then backed away to the open door and stood to watch.
As the waters rushed from her body, Meri felt the last bit of resistance in her fall away. Although she felt a little silly, squeamish and embarrassed because Alain was standing right there, this was a heavenly place for her, so rare and so welcome.
When she finally looked up, her lips formed a small sheepish grin. Alain’s expression was serene and loving, only adding to the feeling of peace that had replaced the agitation of the last two weeks.
“You look much more relaxed, like the weight of a thousand Ellas has just been lifted away.”
“I think I feel that way,” she mused.
“I’m glad. Now you’ll clean yourself up and spend some time relaxing. And stay out of your studio, I think you need a break from that too. How about a walk in the park?”
“That sounds wonderful. It’s such a beautiful day.” She dreamily looked out the bathroom window beyond the trees, seeing the blue sky and dark clouds of the spring morning swim before her eyes.
“Just remember, this isn’t finished yet,” he warned her. “We have the day ahead, then tonight we can finally celebrate in bed.”
“Ooo, Alain, I can’t wait,” she giggled sweetly.
The shadows of leaves fluttered across her face. He could have dived in to her and not come up for hours, but he did need to get going.
“So, I have things to do,” he relished a last glance at his beautiful wife, “I’ll see you soon.”
Chapter Eight
The Final Act
Around seven o’clock the doorbell began to ring, and Robbie and Alain emerged from their furtive meeting in the den. Several friends were escorted into the living room, which had been arranged for a small and private demonstration.
This was one occasion that Meri would not miss. Alain specifically stated his intentions and when Meri entered the room, he showed her to a seat next to his leather chair. Robbie and Ella were sitting together on a loveseat across the room. The others present were seated in a loose semi-circle of chairs and sofas, all facing the same massage table where Meri had been that morning. The table looked quiet different in the more subtle light of Alain’s masculine living room with all its leather and paneled walls. The soft yellow glow had enveloped the area around the table, while on the fringes were shadows too deep for the eye to penetrate.
Sitting beside her master, Ella looked as nervous as Meri had ever seen the girl. She knew this scene was all about her, but having an audience was probably not what she had expected. When Robbie pushed her from the couch, she held back, looking at him with sorrow filled eyes. “Please do I have to?” she mouthed.
“Yes, you have to, urchin. You do this, you pass the test. That means more months in my company. You don’t pass, then I’ll have to send you to the training school I mentioned.”
Ella’s whole face formed an anguished grimace at that idea.
Meri wanted to smile. She had no idea what Robbie was referring to when he mentioned ‘training school’ but it didn’t sound good, and it was certainly frightening for Ella. Probably something she very much deserved.
At last relenting, the reluctant submissive rose from the couch, although she suddenly adopted a snooty air about her, and moving sassily to the massage table, climbed right on and wiggled her hips as if she was inviting the witnesses to partake of her treasures. Her tight black dress was too short to adequately cover her behind, which left a good deal of her anal cleft exposed for her audience. It appeared that she’d worn no panties.
“Alain—” Robbie deferred to his friend.
Meri greeted this development with a bit of shock, and as her husband rose from his chair, she had the intense desire to pull him back. It was the first flutter of anxiety she’d felt all day. Feelings of utter bliss had been with her since the enema in the white and black tiled bathroom. She felt closer to her husband than ever, but this, this was traitorous and it immediately made her squirm uneasily.
All eyes were on the breath-taking picture of Alain Danvers’ imposing aura sweeping over the humbled girl. He lifted back the hem of her dress to reveal her naked bottom, no anal plug impaling her now. After snapping a glove over his right hand, he stood to the side, lubed the girl’s anal cleft and began a deep and intimate probing of Ella’s ass. His fingers slipped inside with hardly a gasp from the girl. Then he worked steadily, without the care or gentleness he used when he’d similarly explored his wife’s behind earlier in the day.
He worked fast and determinedly, entering Ella’s body with his hand…three…four fingers, then his knuckles working their way inside insistently, while the distressed gasps of the young woman accompanied his efforts. The audience saw her seize up several times and then relax. They heard her whimper and if they were especially sensitive, as Meri was, they smelled the girl’s pheromones rising all around them. Something seemed to explode from her body when Alain’s fist finally crossed the tight threshold and plunged into the dark cavern, fucking the girl as a hard cock would. She initially seized up so tightly that her resistance was apparent to all. But Alain gave her no room to balk, driving in and out of her back channel until it was obvious that her sex was engaged, not just her fears.
She began to cry and thrash about, the climax coming on fast. She bucked savagely uttering a string of four letter words that dashed any hopes of anyone seeing her as demure and naïve. “Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme…” the guttural exclamations rose with force, while Alain drove on inside the girl, relentless, sadistic – until the climax finally shook her to the core and she collapsed against the bolster almost fainting from exhaustion.
The room seemed to freeze for a time. Even Alain needed a breather to come down from that nasty high.
“I think she’s ready for you, Robbie,” he finally said, withdrawing. He ripped off the glove and tossed it into a nearby waste can. “Use her well, this one needs some hard riding to keep her in line.” A long sigh and he sat back down in his chair. Then looking to his friend again, he said, “Your turn.”
In the quiet moments that followed, Robbie stood up and moved to his submissively positioned slave Ella, giving her ass a good squeeze. “You did okay, brat. You can rest now.”
“Can I?” Her voice seemed very small, as if for at least a few minutes, much of that sass had been knocked out of h
er system.
Robbie helped her off the table and guided her toward the couch. Then he looked directly at Meredith Danvers.
“Your turn. On the table.”
Meri gazed back in shock. “What?” She turned to Alain for an answer.
“You heard the man.” His voice was as hard as his reprimanding voice: the one that made her both shudder with excitement and want to flee in fear.
“But I thought—”
“I told you not to think so much,” he reminded her. “Now do as you’re told.” He brooked no argument; and she was given no choice.
Meri’s mind was in such a stew…that he would ask this of her now seemed so cruel, and yet, her thoughts were in such a jumble. Her mind flashed back to the morning in the tiled room, her submission there and the tenderness he gave her then. How could this be possible now? And yet, this was what he wanted. He expected her to rise from her seat and take up the place that Ella had just vacated, submitting to Robbie just as Ella had submitted to him.
Despite the fact that she was feeling punished – and for no reason that she could pinpoint, she carefully removed herself from the chair and walked forward. The table and bolster had a familiar feel, not that it was a welcomed one. How embarrassing that there were six other people in the room with a clear view of her ass. It didn’t bother her when it was Ella in that defenseless position, but with the tables turned, she felt much differently about the degrading exhibition. She adjusted uneasily to the demand, and when Robbie’s hand purposefully parted her knees wide open, she had every reason to wince in despair.
A bold and swaggering dominant, Robbie smacked Meri’s ass, bringing out a bright red color on the cheeks of her lustrous behind. Had he known how sore her ass was from her session with Alain that morning, would he have spanked her so hard? She had to wonder – but the speculation would have to take place another time. He was on her so aggressively that Meri could hardly catch her breath let alone think. She was almost about to scream for him to stop the nasty spanking. But then he abruptly paused to snap on a latex glove and pour Astroglide down her anal crack.
She’d get exactly what she feared, and was a little hurt to know that it would be Robbie’s hand, not her husband’s, to first violate her so deeply. But the decision had been made, and she would surrender without objection. No time for further thought, Robbie’s fingers were opening wide her tight sphincter. A hushed murmur of comments circled the room as he first impaled her. She didn’t dare listen, since she was certain to be more embarrassed than she already was to hear what her audience had to say.
The pressure was incredible. Worse was the feeling of being stripped down to nothing but the two round globes of her behind and the private fissure between them. Suddenly, a strange man’s fingers pushing their way beyond her anus – right in front of her husband! She could feel his eyes on her, like all the other eyes in the room, heating her body, invested in her surrender, sensing her pheromones begin to rise, and her body give off the scent of lust and sexual hunger. Yes, sexual hunger, as if she actually wanted this to happen!
Deeper, further inside, driving into her forcefully, the hand kept up its mission. She was open, as if her body wasn’t even hers anymore, but theirs. And Alain’s. Alain’s.
The pressure would not end, and at some point she realized that Robbie’s entire hand had thrust inside the small space, demanding something of her, although she had no idea what it was. The pain and pressure seemed as unbearable as the humiliating exposure, but her thoughts seemed to drift on their own, unwittingly taking her to places she’d never been before. The rising tide of an orgasm began to build. Although the strange feelings in her body seemed to have more to do with a dark, immovable force than it did with sexual pleasure. Surfacing like a giant wave, it poured over and through her, bringing on shuddering spasms that wracked her entire body, then at last fell away…her consciousness falling ever deeper into a beautiful subspace of pleasure, until Robbie’s hand finally slipped from her body and, like Ella before her, she briefly passed out.
Meri was awakened with a shake of his hand. She thought first that it must be Alain at her side, but no, it was still Robbie. The room had changed, people were milling about, there was conversation, something not nearly as subdued and serious as before. Like a party all around her and she was just an ornament – or yesterday’s news. She began to move her limbs, shaking out the heaviness. They’d felt like lead. She immediately noticed how her ass was empty, but strangely lonely; she missed what had been there. But she was sore too. So much strain.
Moments passed in a fuzzy haze; she was on her feet without realizing how she got there, then falling into Alain’s arms. She remembered very little about the next half hour. She recalled the guests leaving, but who they were or what they said failed to stick. Her mind retained nothing of that vague time. She settled for feeling the warmth of her husband’s body and his guiding hand to lead her where she needed to go. Without it, she doubted that she could have walked on her own power.
For a split second during those final minutes of the evening’s soirée, her consciousness awakened enough to see that Robbie and Ella were slipping through the front door and into the night. She remembered only that she’d offered up a gentle wave of her hand as they waved goodbye to her. When the door closed, she was much relieved.
“I think it’s time we went upstairs,” Alain said.
It was still early…just ten o’clock, she noted when she passed the hall clock.
In bed, Alain was all over her. A day of seduction and pent-up lust released on her. Despite the soreness she felt in her wounded bottom, she knew what she desired most.
“I want you to screw my ass, Alain,” she said. Perhaps her first real words all evening.
“I hoped you would. I probably would have had you there regardless, but it’s just nice not to fight.”
Hearing that, she moved around on the bed facing him. “I don’t want to fight about anything, Alain. Never. Not ever again.”
“Nor do I.”
In his eyes was the feral look of a man who had just one thing in mind.
She let him lead, his hands commanding her, until she was positioned on her hands and knees, and he was there behind her with his erection entering her ass, beginning the long slow fuck that would take them to the climax of this night.
A long, difficult two weeks had ended…as it should.
Part Two
Chapter Nine
Lydia
Meredith came bounding into the house, moving directly into the den, totally out of breath. Her dark hair was mildly mused from the brisk wind, the curls framing her face like a dark halo. Her eyes burned with excitement, which always seemed to give Alain a pleasant erotic jolt.
“You look happy.”
“Oh, I am. My friend Liddy called. I haven’t heard from her in months…maybe a year, oh god, it has been over a year.”
“Liddy?”
“Yes,” she stopped and thought a moment, “I probably never told you about her. She’s the woman who first took me to an S&M dungeon.”
“Really? And this was how long ago?”
She thought back. “About four years maybe. We even lived together for a few months. We’re having lunch tomorrow.”
“And where’s she been?”
“Oh, everywhere. Mexico, South America and even Northern Africa. Isn’t that amazing? She has very connected friends.”
“Her boyfriends?”
“I’m not sure.” Her brow furrowed, lips forming a frown. “The last one I know of was Jimmy Peralta, but I’m sure she’s had a dozen since I’ve seen her. You’d hardly call her monogamous.” Meri laughed.
The name, Jimmy Peralta, sparked his interest.
“So her name is Liddy…she have a last name?”
“Morrow. Lydia Morrow. She’s so much fun, although you’d probably find her a little too brash for your liking.”
“And it’s been a year since you’ve seen her?”
“
This is starting to sound like an interrogation, Alain,” she joked.
“It’s not, I’m just curious. And I am a detective by trade, I guess it’s hard to leave that aside when new names pop up in your conversation.”
She smiled and moved around the desk and into his lap. She kissed his nose, his face, his lips, long and lingering on the taste of his skin and the scent of his aftershave. His breath was a different story. “You’ve had a beer.”
“Went out with the boys after work, bucking up a moral. You have a problem with that, Mrs. Danvers?”
“I don’t have the right to, do I?” she came back cheerily. She was in a very good mood, cuddly and warm in his arms. She then remembered his last question…“It was over a year since I last saw Liddy, just before we started…you know, being together.” Alain ran his hand through her hair, which for some reason made her feel safe. “I only saw her briefly, she was in and out of town too fast. But she’s here to stay for awhile, she says, and I can’t wait to see her.”
“Just no dungeons with the woman, public or private.”
Meri raced through her thoughts as she processed that statement and finally stated as if it were quite obvious, “Of course not. I’d be a very bad girl to go anywhere like that without you.” She looked at him and smiled.
This was exactly what he wanted to hear.
“So, you have a nice lunch. Perhaps you could bring her around and introduce her. I like knowing your friends.”
“I’m glad you do. You intimidate them all, you know. I’m sure it’s the age thing, and the fact that you’re an unapologetically dominant man, which most women don’t understand. Or maybe it’s the submissive female they don’t understand. Of course, they don’t know you like I do…that you’re really a pussycat at heart.”
“Am I now?”
“Well, sometimes,” she said, giving him another kiss. “I bet you won’t intimidate Liddy though, she doesn’t let anyone scare her, especially men.”
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