Shame won; Jurgen lowered his eyes submissively and admitted “Yes, I’m a slave, to the most lascivious, savage, hard-hearted woman alive.”
Even now, she was eager to defend her friend against his absurd allegations, though her fiery denial of what was obviously the truth didn’t ring true even to her own ears.
“You’re way out of line, Buster! I know she’s tough, but she’s not as bad as you make out. I, more than anyone, know she’s done some wild things in the past,” she shook her head furiously from side to side, “but she’s my best friend and I won’t believe it! I’ve known her for years!”
“You wouldn’t call her ‘friend’ if you knew what she’s got planned for you!”
Leigh’s bottom lip quivered. “W...what do you mean?”
“What I say.”
He swept his eyes over the sensuous curves of her perfectly formed body. She was trembling. Frightened, she’d no idea how much more appealing that made her. He came and stood beside her and reached out his hand. He smoothed her luxuriant hair, at the same time slipping his free hand down to cup her breast. There was no need to tweak her nipple to tumescence- it was already twice its normal size. If he didn’t fuck the little darling soon, he’d get real cranky!
Her breasts were ripe, heavy and flushed a delicate shade of pink. In spite of her flare-up, she didn’t push him away. On the contrary, she smiled invitingly. It was plain to see why the mistress ached to dominate her- anyone would. And for one moment, he was back in his homeland among his own slave girls.
Placing her hand over his, she allowed him to slide his downward. His cock twitched as his hand skimmed over her satin skin, over her belly and down between her thighs. She let her own hand slip away as he eased her thighs apart and used his eager finger to trace the line of her slit. She was so trusting and sweet, he really should warn her of the dangers that lay ahead. But he’d always been partial to watching the weals rise on a pretty girl, however much he tried to convince himself otherwise.
“The person you knew as Ali no longer exists. But Mistress Blackheart is alive and kicking,” he gave a little laugh, “usually me in the ribs! She’s rich, powerful, and...”
“I know these apartments were aimed at the more affluent, discerning buyer...” she paused to consider, “but how on earth did Ali?”
“The Mistress has resources.” Working his finger enthusiastically in her deliciously warm, wet pussy, he advised, “just do as she says and everything will be fine. Otherwise, you’ll end up in the playroom.”
As the tension drained away, she threw back her head and laughed sneeringly, “scary!” tossing her mane of red-gold curls. “You mean she’s got a snooker table or something? She always was pretty handy with a cue.”
“You stupid bitch! If you won’t listen then you deserve everything you get.” His tone changed and his words were suddenly urgent. “We’ve just got time for a quick fuck.”
Again she laughed.
“Oh come on! A man that won’t bloody sneeze without permission is hardly going to risk a fuck!”
It was as if an explosion went off in his head. Galvanised into action, he snatched his finger from her vagina so roughly that it made her cry out. He seized her wrist and yanked her to her feet. She stumbled awkwardly as he pitched her forward, to sprawl inelegantly against the cooker. In a flash he was behind her and corrected her position so that her belly pressed against the cold metal and her upper body was leaning across the cooled hotplates. As she gripped the sides of the cooker, his cock speared upward. He pressed her head downwards.
Instinct alone opened her legs. He guided his penis, long and hot, towards her juicing pussy lips which peeled back obligingly.
An electric charge passed between slave and seductress as his hungry phallus forced its way inside. Relishing the tightness of her delightful hole, he buried his shaft up to the hilt while his hands closed around her generously proportioned breasts. Savagely pistoning in and out like a man deprived of sex for too long, he worked himself into a frenzy, making her squeal as he shoved her hard against the metal.
“If the mistress gets an inkling of this,” he felt her shudder beneath him as his words came out on ragged breaths, “we’re both dead!”
***
As she lay contentedly on her back on the lounge floor, still naked except for her black hold-ups, the afternoon sun streamed in through the slits in the blinds and threw horizontal stripes across Leigh’s body. Lazily, she slid her foot across the wooden floor to raise her knee, inadvertently flashing her glistening crop of red pubic hair and fleshy labia.
The illicit sex with Jurgen had been the most wonderful she’d ever experienced. Her orgasm had been demolishing in its intensity, he’d had to stuff a piece of kitchen towel in her mouth to stop her screaming when she’d climaxed.
Sun-warmed and bathing in the soft caress that was the afterglow of wonderful sex, her face broke into a smile. Blissfully unaware of the silvery trails that adorned her thighs as she crossed her right leg over the left, she rested her ankle against her lower thigh and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
The first she knew of Ali’s presence was the tip of something hard pressing against her lips. She flung her eyes open to see Ali, treacherous as ice and twice as nasty, standing with one booted foot beside her head while the other rested on her face, the wicked spiked heel forcing Leigh’s lips apart.
Chapter Thirteen
“Fucking with the house boy’s worn you out has it, my little slut?”
Ali’s frosty gaze froze Leigh’s blood as she swivelled the ridiculously high heel back and forth between Leigh’s soft, pink lips, squashing her face beneath the sole of her boot.
“Don’t tell me, you thought I didn’t know?” Pausing only to laugh at her friend’s anguish, Ali’s eyes shone with undiluted cruelty. “I know everything that goes on here. You’ll be punished, of course. And Jurgen? I’ve already dealt with him.”
Dumbstruck, Leigh made to move her arms to shove Ali off, but to her horror discovered they were tied at the wrists with thick cord that was already cutting into her tender flesh.
Momentarily gripped by a frisson of alarm, it took a supreme effort of will to overcome the trembling that shook her body, knowing that one false move would mean disaster. Somehow, she’d slipped headlong into a nightmare. For the first time she realized how vulnerable she really was, and a croak of protest escaped her throat.
“Don’t make excuses! I demand total discipline and unquestioning loyalty.” The sheen of Ali’s slicked-back hair matched the sheen in her black eyes. “I’m Mistress in this establishment, and everyone else is here to serve my commands. And guess what? You’re right at the bottom of the pile. Don’t expect any favours. I’ll come down extra hard on you. This is your first lesson in submission - my boots are always cleaned by mouth, in this case, yours. Use your tongue and start with the heel, you can do the rest later.”
Leigh shot Ali an accusatory gaze. She’d been in sticky situations many times before, courtesy of Ali and her wildness, with the result that tiny cracks had sometimes appeared in their relationship. In the end, Leigh had always been fearful of losing Ali’s friendship and had been quick to paper over them. But this time it was more than a crack - it was a gaping chasm. As soon as she was able, she told herself resolutely, she must escape once and for all from Ali’s clutches.
She had no choice but to admit the wicked spike into her soft, vulnerable mouth. It grazed her tongue as Ali applied gentle but nevertheless disconcerting pressure. As a melange of emotions tugged her this way and that, a dampness rose in her eyes and was mirrored between her legs.
Using the tip of her tongue to reach up as far as possible, Leigh licked at the spike.
With her skin tingling under Ali’s mocking scrutiny, she slipped deeper and deeper into a black hole of despair. She flicked her eyes upward; Ali was
standing over her like a demon encased in black leather.
The catsuit she wore moulded itself as perfectly to her body as the skin fits a grape. The only visible areas of flesh were her small hands with their long fingernails, her heavily made-up face and her red, engorged labia which protruded through a well-designed slit in the leather.
Leigh welcomed the sudden withdrawal of the spike with a sigh of relief, then pressed her lips firmly together when Ali stomped her foot on the floor alongside her head. However, her relief was short lived as with quicksilver speed, Ali pressed the spike of the other boot against her mouth.
“I’ve got two boots, Bitch!”
This time, Leigh’s resolve was strong and she kept her lips tightly closed.
Ali’s satin-toned voice was quiet yet commandingly chilling as her coal black stare burned into the redhead’s pale flesh. Like damp tendrils of mist, malevolence filled the air.
“What’s this? The brainless tart finally has a will of her own? Too late, Babe, too late! When I said I wanted something in return for helping you with your problem, you agreed. ‘Anything’ you said. That’s the deal, Leigh. It’s too late to back out now. You try going back on your word and I’ll personally give your Owen any help he wants in destroying you.”
The spike gained entry to Leigh’s yielding mouth. She tried not to listen, but Ali’s vehement words continued to rain down on her.
“You do exactly as I say, got it? If I tell you to stand naked in the street with a bucket over your head or empty your bladder in the middle of the shopping mall then that’s what you’ll do. Understand?”
Curling her tongue around the vicious spike made it impossible to speak, and Leigh only managed a tiny squawk of dissent, which brought an immediate response from Ali in the form of the sole pressing down harder against her face.
“You’d better understand!”
Leigh could smell the sweet musk of Ali’s lust, just as she could see the droplets of honey that dripped from her elongated labial lips.
A chill shudder travelled along the invisible ribbon that linked Leigh’s clitoris to her breasts as she caught sight of the evil looking whip which Ali tapped against her leg, the long, leather thongs curling harmlessly around her booted ankle.
With her throat arid with fear, Leigh’s skin was burning up. Ali’s words swam in her head as she wrestled desperately to contain the shudders that racked her body as she imagined the terrible spike disappearing down her throat. Keeping her eyes and mouth wide open and one long leg still crossed over the other, Leigh began to lick the offending spike, pausing only a moment in her task when Ali swivelled round to face her feet.
Again, Leigh sighed as the dangerous spike was withdrawn. She closed her eyes tightly. A sob, half relief and half despair escaped from her lips as Ali took a couple of steps backward so that she was standing behind Leigh’s head.
Leigh should have known it was coming; after all, she heard the Swish! but it wasn’t until the horrendous eruption of fire which accompanied the Crack! across her belly that she realized what had happened. Her eyes flew open at the same moment as her shrill scream shattered a crystal brandy glass, for which she immediately received another lash. A reflex reaction made Leigh’s long legs shoot out straight as her entire body bounced under the force that drove the breath from her.
But before she’d had time to sit up, a further line of fire was drawn across the soft skin of her belly. She flung out her tethered wrists and spread her hands across her belly in a desperate bid shield herself.
Getting into her stride, Ali was having none of it and brought the whip down across Leigh’s hands. Again and again the whip came down. Once it just missed her breasts as the wicked fronds curled around her torso. Leigh yowled at the top of her voice, then sobbed so violently it shook her shoulders.
“Ali! Stop!”
“Stop? I’ve hardly got started!”
Lights exploded at the back of Leigh’s brain as another lash caught her belly. Again she screamed.
“Please stop! you’re hurting me!”
“And you’ve no idea how long I’ve waited.”
Ali raised the whip threateningly. Spitefully, she waited a few moments to study the cold light of fear in her friend’s eyes, drinking in the erotic image of Leigh’s sensual, trembling body as it lay coated with an attractive sheen of sweat. Then she brought the lash crashing down again.
Leigh’s head thrashed from side to side, her voluminous hair dripping with sweat and plastered to her face.
Ali paused again, enjoying the miscellany of emotions that crossed Leigh’s face. With sadistic delight she waited until Leigh, thinking it was over, flicked open her eyes, before bringing the whip down again. Aiming low, Ali cut the skin close to Leigh’s red bush, taking care not to catch her sex; she’d save that pleasure for another day.
Scarlet weals already criss-crossed the soft, white flesh of Leigh’s belly. Even so, Ali hadn’t done yet. Correcting her stance, she brought the whip down ferociously across the tops of Leigh’s thighs, where the soft flesh contrasted so prettily with her stocking tops. Taking care to curl the fronds as she thrashed her friend in earnest, Ali feasted her gaze on the delightfully writhing girl who screamed fit to burst her lungs under the savage onslaught.
Leigh’s treacherous nipples throbbed painfully, sending messages of arousal to her ever dampening quim, then bounced all the way back again. Bolts of lightning ricocheted through her as again the whip crashed down.
Slowly, she became aware that something had changed. She wasn’t only screaming with pain; there was another feeling, too, something she didn’t want to acknowledge as delicious. Quiveringly, she opened her mouth to let out a breathless groan as her excitement grew; the contradictory sensations of pleasure and pain were becoming blurred.
“That’s better,” Ali dropped the whip and walked round to stand by Leigh’s feet, looking up the length of the soaked body before her, “now you’re beginning to understand.” She hunkered down and seized Leigh’s ankles, imprisoning them in a grip as tight as any man’s.
Leigh’s skin diffused with colour. She was angry, not just with Ali but also with herself for allowing herself be beaten into submission. And she felt so unbearably humiliated. Pain wracked her body, set her skin on fire, and bombarded her senses with amazing new sensations that must surely be wrong.
As sanity edged its way back into her brain, Leigh made up her mind that she was going to survive this. With Ali still gripping her ankles and her wrists tied, she struggled into a sitting position.
“Ok, Ali, you’ve had your fun.” Her hands dropped protectively between her legs. “When I asked for your help I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“What the fuck did you think it would be like? You’re not stupid, you’ve seen what goes on here and you’re right, it is fun! I get such a terrific buzz when I’m in control. I enjoy the sex, of course, but it’s only part of it. It’s the thrill of domination, the power that really turns me on. I get off on other people’s pain and humiliation; and I’ve waited a long time to humiliate you!”
“You’re mad!” Leigh moved her head decisively. She’d be better off handling Owen alone than staying here where things could only get worse; better the devil she knew than the one she thought she knew.
“I want to call our deal off. I’ll start looking around for another job. There’s a new receptionist starting on Monday, so Owen won’t be able to bother me at work.”
A sudden jerk on Leigh’s legs made her topple backward and hit her head. Instead of concern, it was laughter that erupted from Ali’s mouth as she began dragging Leigh across the floor. “But his wife will!”
“His wife? What the hell are you talking about?”
Ali mauled her with a hungry gaze that came to rest at the red apex of her thighs.
“Nina Brand; a nice
woman. I met her in the Water Gardens. Afterwards, we went back to her place for a chat. She’s got it into her head that her husband’s having it off with his patients and, from what you’ve told me, she’s right.”
Glancing down at the quivering, sweating redhead, Ali gave in to temptation and told her how she’d seen Nina thrashing Terence Rankin’s wife. The implication wasn’t lost on Leigh who realized at once that if Nina also had a penchant for domination over women, then she, Leigh, was trapped whichever way she jumped.
The sinews of Ali’s neck stood out tautly with the exertion of trying to talk while dragging Leigh bodily across the floor. But after only a moment’s pause, she continued.
“What do you think she’s going to do when she discovers he’s fucking the receptionist too?”
Hauling her across the room once more, Ali opened the door and lugged her down the hall. On reaching another closed door, she released Leigh’s ankles and let them fall to the floor.
“No, don’t get up. Close your eyes.”
Fearing now to do otherwise Leigh complied, only to find a second later that her eyes were held firmly closed by something tied across them and fastened behind her head. She heard an ominous creak as the door opened. Ali kicked her in the ribs to encourage her to get up, then grabbed her by the elbow and hauled her to her feet.
“Walk straight ahead.”
Sightlessly, Leigh walked through the open doorway and into the room beyond.
“Stop!”
Leigh stopped.
“I thought it was time I showed you the playroom.”
***
The pain was excruciating. Facing away from the wall bars, Leigh’s chin rested on the floor, held in place by a metal frame that fitted across the back of her neck and was bolted to the floor on either side.
“You shouldn’t have gone through to the kitchen when I told you not to,” Ali informed her briskly. “Since you can’t be trusted, you’ll have to stay here awhile. This is only a taster of what happens if you disobey me.”
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