Spontaneous Combustion

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  “And she likes you talking dirty.”

  “Yes, I know,” she could sense him smile. “You just dangle here a while. I need to clean my cock.”

  He left her hanging until he was finished in the bathroom and returned to release her. Didn’t matter to Jeni when he returned. She could have stayed right there for a long while, sidling up to the stones, happy in her subspace bliss.

  At last there was a slap to her ass. “Think you’d better clean yourself,” he said, and with the cuffs removed he sent her on her way. When she was halfway to the bathroom, she heard him call. “By the way, how about you show off one of those fancy Parisian scarves for me. Now would be a great time.”

  Scarf? Why the scarf? She thought a moment then shrugged. Why not?

  Jeni had another bottle of wine to share when she finally returned to the porch. But she stopped abruptly, as soon as she came through the screen door and saw two men, not one but two – Malcolm and Jack talking away as if they’d been sitting there shooting the breeze all day. There she stood with bottle in hand, collar on and a large purple print scarf tied around her hips – all she wore. Her naked tits stood out proudly, her nipples fully erect and freshly tied with black yarn.

  As the screen door banged behind her, the two men kept talking, obviously too engrossed in their conversation to acknowledge her arrival.

  “I guess I’d better get another glass,” she finally announced her presence and they both looked up – Malcolm over his shoulder since he had his back to her. He quickly turned in his chair with eyes riveted to her naked chest and the collar above.

  “Ah! You’re looking more like a slave today,” he exclaimed. That might have been a casual comment – like this was an everyday scene for Malcolm. But there was no mistaking the surprise in his eyes, and then the desire that quickly followed. “I understand you just got beaten.”

  She blushed, replying politely, “Yes, sir, I did.”

  “I’d like to see the results, if you’d care to show me.”

  “That would be up to Jack,” she answered.

  “How about that other wine glass?” Jack jumped in. “Then you can show Malcolm my handiwork.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The titillating thrill of the stranger’s eyes was something to get used to. She’d been warned, the threat had been out there for a while, and suddenly the reality was on her. She didn’t know what to think or how to feel. A riot of emotion swept through her in seconds, but before Jack reminded her to get moving, she headed off to grab that extra wineglass.

  In the intervening minutes, within the cool of the cottage, Jeni took a few deep breaths to gather herself. Malcolm. A good choice for the first time, she thought. Safe. Easygoing going kind of guy. Nothing to threaten her. Just her hot blushing cheeks and embarrassment to contend with, both of which she’d handle.

  Once the wine was poured, Jeni didn’t know what to do. There was no spare chair on the porch. Malcolm was sitting where she had sat and that was not an option at the moment.

  “So, Sir, is there anything else you need from me? If not, I can go back inside and let you two talk.”

  “Just wait a minute,” Jack said, amusedly, “You think you’re getting off that easily?”

  “I can always try.”

  “Seems your slave needs a little getting used to her place,” Malcolm chimed in.

  Nothing like getting taken down again. Though this was just teasing talk, she was still embarrassed, and more than a little nervous about what would happen next. Jack finally saved her from her anxious thoughts.

  “Jeni, put down the wine glass. Then turn around and let him see your back.”

  The same sort of shy, lip-biting, bashful response followed that happened every time she felt Jack’s cool scrutiny – though this time, all that titillating fear was greatly increased. She visibly shuddered, then set her glass on the wooden railing that capped the stone porch. The good news was that with her back turned to the two men, she didn’t have to endure the smirks and sly glances, and feel her embarrassment increase.

  “Nice stripes,” Malcolm observed as he looked at her welted back. The red was fading, but there was still enough to know that this latest trip into their sadomasochistic kink had been a rough and lengthy one.

  “They fade fast,” Jack explained, “but I got in a few that should last a couple days.”

  “And you feel them, Jeni?” Malcolm asked.

  “A little bit.”

  “How about her ass?” a question directed to Jack, that prompted him to give the order:

  “Bend over. Show him that pretty butt.”

  Although she’d been through this sort of inspection before, that made it no easier to exhibit her body to a total stranger now.

  As soon as she bent over, Jack reached out and pulled the scarf off her ass, exposing to Malcolm’s keen fascination, her creamy skin and the rash of red streaks that were even more prominent than the ones on her shoulders.

  “That was quite a beating,” Malcolm exclaimed. “Hurt a lot?”

  “Yes, Sir, very much.”

  “And you deserved to be punished?”

  She hadn’t expected the questions, and stammered an embarrassed, “I-I guess so, Sir.”

  “The point is, Malcolm,” Jacked interjected, “it pleases me to beat her and that’s all that really matters. Trust me, she wasn’t complaining when I fucked her ass. Too bad you didn’t arrive a half hour sooner.”

  Thank god he hadn’t arrived a half hour sooner!

  “Now, that would have been something to see,” Malcolm agreed.

  The sudden sound of a phone ringing jarred the two men from their playful banter, and Jeni from her humble pose.

  “That’s me!” Jack sprang to his feet, and he went inside for his cell phone.

  With him gone, Jeni moved back to the porch railing, unsure about what to do.

  “Maybe you should sit for now,” Malcolm suggested, “before your legs collapse.”

  She couldn’t help the blushing giggle, although taking Jack’s seat seemed to ease the nervous tension between them.

  Which is another thing about naked slave – especially in awkward moments like this one, where there is no master to direct the players in the game. Conversation lags, the bashful naked slave can’t think of a thing to say, and the man looking on is just about as tongue-tied as she is.

  However, the clumsy moment was only brief, ending abruptly with Jack’s return. “Well, that sucks!” He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed, disgustedly.

  Malcolm and Jeni stared at him, then Jeni popped from her seat. “Sorry, Sir,” expecting him to sit back down.

  “It’s fine, don’t bother,” he waved her off. A weariness had crept into his face and his mood, and this wasn’t sounding good. “Looks like there’s been a change in plans.”

  “Oh?” she said.

  “That was my secretary. Apparently there’s been quite an uproar going on over some flagrant conduct violation and the entire staff needs to meet at seven in the morning.”

  “Seven?” Jeni gasped.

  “Believe me, I argued but got nowhere. I checked my messages and there are half a dozen calls I need to make. See if I can sort this out before I end up in that meeting. What they want is for me to fire the bastard, which I could do over the phone. But no, have to look him in the eye—” He stopped – like he’d already said too much. He looked at Jeni, regretfully. She looked back at him stunned and deeply disappointed, sliding fast into a dark place and feeling lost. “I’m sorry, really sorry,” he added. She felt that. Though it was small consolation given the abrupt change in plans. No trip to the falls the next day, no kink, no sex, no chance to talk about what had happened in the last three days – just the two of them riding home in silence at the crack of dawn.

  “Well,” Malcolm stood up. “I’d better leave you to your plans,” and turning to Jeni, he said, “you’re a good sport about this. I hope to see you again.”

  “Thanks,�
�� she smiled. “You’ve been very kind.”

  Nodding at them both, he scuttled down the steps, leaving Jack and Jeni staring at each other, neither one sure what to do next.

  A cloud of emotion was rising in him fast, flustered, troubled, and pissed off, if Jeni was guessing right. He paced a bit, then looked out at the lake for several anxious minutes. Finally he turned back to her, “Listen, I’m sorry. This isn’t right. But I’ve got those calls to make,” he shook his head. “Maybe you should get dressed and packed. I’m thinking we should probably leave soon. No rush. But packing’ll give you something to do.”

  “You sure you want to leave tonight?”

  “Sounds better than getting up at four am.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” she conceded. “I’ll see what I can do to get everything together.” She smiled grimly, waiting for him to leave, then finally added as if he needed something from her to get him moving, “I’ll be fine. Go do what you need to do.”

  The collar, cuffs, whips and floggers were the first things she packed away after she got dressed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  There were so many things she wanted to talk to Jack about – the cottage, bondage, naked in the out-of-doors and the sudden shock of Malcolm on the porch with her in a collar and nearly naked. But all the worrisome questions, fears and matters that seemed so important the day they left, just faded a little more into memory each day that separated her from that weekend. By the time Friday arrived, the cottage seemed like little more than a dream. It had been five days since their hurried departure and in that time there’d been two brief conversations with Jack and no emails. Just as well that they didn’t talk much; Jack was still pissed about the university scandal, and still embroiled in sorting it out. If she learned anything about him from those days without his presence in her life, she wanted nothing to do with the pissed off Jack. Not that he was unkind to her when they did speak, but he certainly wasn’t talkative. He’d walled himself away, and as he did, an uneasiness about their relationship crept into Jeni’s thoughts that no amount of rationalizing his state of mind could change.

  His third call came Sunday morning, Jack Hawking on her caller ID, and her heart leapt hopefully.

  “Morning, Master.”

  “Mornin’ wench.” He sounded so cheery. Was he finally done with being pissed off? “Woke up horny this morning,” he said.

  She smiled. The lust in his voice sent a shiver of physical joy through her body – the man had returned to her, at least she hoped. “Did you, now?”

  “I did.”

  Her body, bereft of any erotic feeling in days, felt a sudden rush of desire sweep her through, lighting up all her favorite sexual places.

  “Sorry I’m not there to take care of that horny you,” she purred catlike, imagining herself crawling up the bed while he lay back, his hand in his crotch, playing with a half hard cock – or maybe it was already fully erect – her mouth going down on his prick and sucking it until he climaxed. What a beautiful dream!

  “Me too,” he said, “So what you’re going to do is masturbate this afternoon and use your dildo.” Sure, why not, she smiled at the thought. “You think of me while you do and then tell me all about it when you’re done.”

  “Yes, Master,” she giggled from within, while an inner spasm sent her hand to her crotch. Her pajama pants were already getting wet, and when she brought her fingers to her nose, she savored the tangy sweetness of wet pussy and perfumed soap.

  “So, does this mean your emergency is finally handled?” she asked, as she absently toyed with her clit.

  “I wish it did,” he said. Regret and irritation suddenly leapt into his voice, and as they did, the world of Master/slave faded just that fast. She should have never asked the question. “I have another meeting this afternoon.”

  “I’m sorry about that. So…back to that instruction, you’ve certainly done a lot to change my day.” She tried to draw him back to her with the sensuous heat behind her words, but he’d already returned to pressing concerns.

  “Just wanted to pass on that order, slave. And now I’m going to let you go. I’m exhausted and need to nap before I take off. But you’ll hear from me soon.”

  “And you’ll hear from me sooner,” she said brightly.

  “I’d better.”

  Several hours later, she followed Jack’s instructions to report on her masturbation. Her faith in their relationship had been renewed, and thinking now of all the things he would do to her when she saw him next was all the aphrodisiac she needed. Jeni attached a new, freshly penned document to her brief email.

  “So, reporting in, Master. This is how it went this afternoon. (Please excuse…my mind’s not quite in editing mode at the moment (smile), so you may find a few text errors. Hopefully nothing that offends you.) Hope your day’s gone well. slave”

  And so you tell me…order me, to use the dildo when I masturbate in this afternoon. You tell me to let you know how it all comes out…

  So this is it, Master, my fond recollection of this afternoon about 2:00, not long after you called and started talking nasty, and giving me that masturbation order.

  I probably shouldn’t confess to you how naughty, nasty, dirty I can be, thinking of you, your cock, your sexy ass, and my own need to have you rape mine nasty, really nasty.

  Doing as ordered, I get to the bedroom and head for the toy bag where I find the purple dildo. And how ‘bout that? I stumble on the cowhide flogger, the brutal one that smells of earthy leather, which I drink in like a drug. While I’m lubricating the dildo with my mouth and tongue, wishing it was your cock between my lips, I rub the talons of that rugged leather against my pussy, like it’s a lover, like it’s going to get me off.

  A wave of horny loveliness makes me writhe against the soft covers below in a cocoon of heat. The dildo goes in and out of my mouth, while thinking of it being your cock instead of this hi-tech latex. Then abruptly I stop sucking and push the scattered falls of the flogger aside and stuff the dildo in my cunt. In and out and in and out, then pulled back along my clit – like it’s inviting that inflamed little sex-bud to come along for the ride. I stuff that purple thing back inside, fucking harder…and harder still…thinking of the ways you’ll beat me the next time I see you – slow to start, then picking up speed, going deeper, opening me wide, making me the horniest slut on the block this afternoon – or is it that afternoon in the future that’s really on my mind? That’s the miracle of the imagination: I can be in two fantasies at once, this afternoon’s and next time’s, all in the same moment.

  My clit swells, it even seems as if that dildo expands, and I get a little frantic, so I rub it against my clit a little harder, and then harder, while it’s going in and out with each orgasmic spasm building on the last. Then the cumming is on me, that one big blow out sensation of pure joy, while in my mind are thoughts of you and how nasty it’s going to be when we’re together again…

  I cum and cum again – finally throwing off the dildo, and the forgotten flogger, for that last inner blast when I rock on my fingers and feel my slit erupt with juice that pours out over my hand. I cry out, throwing back my head and softly seething, “Goddam, fuck” over and over…mouth open, wishing you were here with your cum dripping in my mouth because you’ve just climaxed too…

  I probably shouldn’t confess to you how naughty, nasty, dirty I can be, thinking of you, your cock, your sexy ass, and my own need to have you rape mine nasty…but I think this bears repeating.

  END

  ***

  Jeni didn’t hear from Jack again until the Thursday following, four days later. She could only assume he enjoyed her report, even though he hadn’t responded.

  “So sorry I’ve been so distant, been a rough two weeks,” he opened the conversation, still sounding a little weary. “But I’ll be making it up to you this weekend, Saturday night.”

  “Saturday!” Two days away! She was about to jump from her skin with glee. “Really…I didn�
�t expect—” she stopped there, afraid she’d jinx the moment. “What time?”

  “Later in the afternoon, four maybe. I’ll call Saturday morning once my plans are set.”

  “I’m looking forward to seeing you. Anything special I need to do?”

  “You know how to make yourself ready for me. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “By the way, we’ll be going out, not staying in.”

  “Really? That’s got a mysterious sound to it.”

  “Good. You can dwell on that until I see you.”

  ***

  Jack arrived on the cold that blew in when she opened the door. It was a blustery fall day, with wind whipping around the edges of everything, scattering dusty leaves and perfuming the air with the late summer scents of burning leaves, old grass and other decaying things. There was something moody and wistful in the air, as there was every fall, though Jeni’s spirit was as fresh with excitement as a new spring.

  He carried shopping bags in his hands. Presents? Toys? She looked at them wonderingly.

  “You’ll know soon enough. Now let me see you.”

  They hadn’t even kissed yet, but hearing the fixed authority in his voice, she stepped back and dropped her robe behind her. She was wearing her collar and the black nipple ties, nothing else.

  He gave her a quick once over, “Now that’s a sight I’ve missed,” he said. His fond appreciation was written all over his face; and with that she felt her anxious jitters ease some. He stepped forward and gathered her into his arms, kissing her firmly on the lips. They made out for a while, longer than she would have expected, but she wasn’t about to stop until he was. She missed this intimacy as much as she missed the sex. Jack’s warm arms, the surrounding embrace, and today there was affection coming from him bigger than any she remembered in the past. They didn’t talk about love and romance, not about the future and little about the past. This was good in many ways…but he so rarely spoke about his feelings, that she was often left to wonder what was going on inside his mind, and maybe even more, what was going on in his heart. What did he really feel about her? She had to take her cue from the warmth of his generous embrace. This was how he communicated feelings, and for that moment the emotion of that hug spoke volumes. Good enough for now.