What the hell? Cheryl had asked for everything they could get on him. ‘What have you got?’ she challenged.
‘A little speciality,’ he promised.
Hayley silently signalled the camera crew, behind Tony’s back, to leave the cameras recording but to go home. Paolo and Alice had seen enough. It took just one twirling forefinger followed by a hitchhiker’s thumb. She didn’t want to send Alice running for the hills. Marty, on the other hand, would just have to amuse himself while he waited. She wondered if Cheryl was trying to make hay while the sun shone too.
Chapter Twelve
‘I figure you’re a girl who likes a little more excitement. The unexpected,’ Tony said, moving over to a cupboard set into the wall and scrambling for something hidden at the back.
‘That’s why I’m here.’ Hayley was fascinated to find out what he had in his furtive little mind. Just wait until you find out just how excitingly unexpected I can be too. She thought about Cheryl’s little surprise for her errant husband.
‘Straight sex is fine, especially with new women, but my tastes run to the more exotic. The trouble is finding women who enjoy the same.’
Her interest peaked. She wondered if that was the reason he resorted to blackmail. ‘What about Cheryl?’
‘Oh, she doesn’t even want to do this stuff, really.’ He waved his arm towards her.
She did have her suspicions that Cheryl was using her services to bring matters to a head. A get-out without having to look like the party pooper. Hayley was glad she hadn’t got the guys to turn off the recording equipment. She looked at the mess of stuff Tony was untangling in his hands. If this was going where she thought it might, she didn’t necessarily want it on record for the client. This film show might just be for her personal use. Call it compensation. A bonus. Something to amuse herself with on those long, lonely nights without Reuben. She felt reckless. Abandoned.
Tony continued to talk smoothly as if hypnotising her to comply with his wishes. Hayley began to figure out he was a man who didn’t like taking no for an answer. Manipulative. Dominant. He’d probably coerced Cheryl into the whole swapping thing. He dangled a coil of thin, soft rope in front of her. ‘I take it you’re not averse to a little bondage?’
‘What did you have in mind?’ She was excited, ready to go there. She might like to tell herself her interest stemmed from the night in the bondage club, with Don Friar, but she knew it wasn’t true. Was that why she liked powerful men like Reuben too?
Her last orgasm had been great, but it had left her wanting more. She could feel herself getting hot between the thighs again. Her nipples tingled against the sheets. Tony was no danger to her. Not with a house full of guests, including his wife and Marty. No. She wasn’t averse. But she had rules of her own.
‘No strangling. No face-slapping. And when I say the word divorce, it’s over.’ It was the only warning she was giving him.
‘You got it, Joy. I’ve been taking lessons,’ he said, unravelling the lengths, ‘in how to restrain a woman so she’s safe, unhurt, but absolutely helpless. Do you like the sound of that as much as I do?’
The stirrings of her nerve endings told her she did. Her breasts were engorged and sensitised. She began to probe their tips gently.
Tony watched her. ‘That’s it, honey. Get yourself good and ready. You’re going to love this.’ His erection stiffened and lengthened again.
‘Does Cheryl know about any of this stuff?’ It was worth asking. A man on a promise was more likely to reveal the truth.
‘That’s just the thing. Cheryl wouldn’t understand why I like it so much. I only just persuaded her to agree to swapping. But sometimes I get lucky with a stimulating woman who’s not afraid to experiment. A woman like you, Joy.’
That would go in the client’s debrief, she thought.
Tony drew the covers back, exposing her nakedness. He gave her an appreciative glance before tying the first of the knots around her wrists, drawing them together behind her back. He was firm but not hurting her. Hayley was captivated by the art involved as he tripled the rope strands and placed the knots. Nothing dug into her flesh uncomfortably but he effectively prevented her from moving an inch, just as soon as she was tied in place. There really was an art to this stuff. She could feel subtle effects on her body already.
The enforced submission started her pussy flooding with creamy emissions in preparation for what happened next. She hoped this little game of Tony’s involved ultimate penetration, but she wasn’t exactly in any position to make demands.
He flipped her onto her stomach, bent her legs at the knees, and tied her ankles to her wrists, drawing her body into the shape of a gentle bow, knees apart. The rope leading from her ankles was turned around the metal bars at the base of the reproduction iron bedstead, running all the way to the top bars, and secured.
Now she was fixed, balancing lightly on her pelvic bones on the mattress, unable to move forwards or back. The tension in her arched spine recreated itself in a different sort of tension between her thighs, sending a frisson of erotic pleasure coursing deep within her. Tony ran exploratory fingers between her labia, raising her levels of excitement, as he teased her clit for a while.
‘Oh, you’re creaming up already, babe. I knew you were as hot for bondage as me. Do you like this?’
‘It’s different,’ Hayley admitted. Her breath grew shorter and harsher. She liked the feel of his fingers over her clit, but she liked even more that she had no way of controlling how much he touched her. Or how little. It added to the thrill. She could only experience what he chose to give her, for as long as he allowed it.
Tony was excited too. His cock was erect and pulsing. He intermittently pulled his fist over it to soothe himself. Hayley wished she could soothe the pulsating demand growing in her own moist flesh.
‘I’m going to blindfold you.’ He wrapped a soft, silky scarf around her eyes. ‘It will increase your other senses. Everything will become more intense.’
She could feel it already. She strained for every sound. Tony was breathless. Her heart thumped in her chest and the minute nervy sensations that chased through her pussy drove everything else into the background. Hayley swore she could feel Tony’s eyes as they wandered over every inch of her body. It felt like a secret whisper flowing across her skin.
‘Have you ever had nipple clamps used on you?’ Not waiting for an answer, Tony attached the first one. It hurt more than she imagined. She winced as the pain dulled.
He no longer needed her compliance. Fear and the thrill of control chased each other through her mind. The ropes binding her, naked and vulnerable before him, gave him all the permission he needed.
She knew he was stroking his own cock again, bringing himself pleasure. She wished he would stroke her pussy too. ‘I want to come.’ This better not be all about his satisfaction and not hers. The first hint of mild concern made her tremble.
He laughed, the way a man does when he’s very aroused. ‘Oh, you’ll get to come, my horny little sex bitch. Have no fear about that.’ His tone was gruff. She wondered at his plans, already realising it was way too late to back out now. Her helplessness in Tony’s sex game cranked her tension higher.
Another sharp pain bit into her other nipple, sending a thrill rebounding down to her throbbing clit. Hayley could feel her nipples being tugged as he attached the clamp chain to the bars in front of her. He altered the tension of everything until she felt her nipples and breasts pulled tightly forward.
She murmured through the discomfort and chasing excitement. It pained mildly but stimulated more. A flow of come seeped from her pussy and trickled down her inner thigh.
Fixed, immobile, Hayley discovered no amount of wriggling could ease the taut attachments. Each time she tried to adjust her position the sensations became more excruciatingly tormented. Waves of subtle pain and pleasure coursed through her breasts, travelling down her spine and over her belly until they echoed deep within her sex. She moaned repeatedly as To
ny tweaked the ropes, like a virtuoso plucking at the strings of a violin, adding to the pressure. She softly sang out the notes.
Tony reached one hand down between her legs, plunging two fingers deep within her tight vaginal canal. He twisted them inside her, making her bounce on her hip bones, pulling the nipple clamps to a jarring tautness. The erotic ache in her nipples and pussy exploded in her head almost to the point she reached orgasm, but he withdrew just a fraction before she attained it, leaving her silent and alone to calm down from the dizzy thrill.
‘Tony? You said I’d get to come. I need to come, now,’ she begged. She’d never realised before just how much in control of her own sexual responses she had been when with a man. Even a man with Reuben’s strength and power. This was a new experience to negotiate.
‘Don’t you yet realise, Joy, that I decide if you come, when you come, and how often you come.’ Tony’s tone and manner had changed. He sounded harsh and deadly earnest. Gone was the playful, cajoling man who teased and encouraged her responses into matching his desires. His will was paramount. Hers diminished. She had little choice but to await his pleasure. Fulfil his desires. It excited her.
Hayley panted. Tony toyed with the ropes again, tightening them until her body arched more, tensioning her nipple clamps. Her breasts tugged, nipples taut, until every nerve ending jangled. She felt like she wanted to combust.
‘I don’t want you screaming the house down when you come, so I’m going to gag you.’ He sounded erotically psyched.
Her tension turned to temper. Tony could relieve his frustrations whenever he desired. Unlike her. She was at his mercy. Ready to plead. No say in what happened beyond screaming the house down right now, before he gagged her. Even her safeword was useless.
Panic engulfed her. She breathed through it, calming her fears, rationalising that this was all part of the sexual charge of being bound and submissive to a dominant tormentor.
Tony had understood the power exchange too. ‘Just nod your head up and down if you want this to end and it will. I promise.’ He lifted her eyes up to his with a couple of fingers beneath her chin. ‘Do you understand that?’
She submitted to the experiment. She nodded.
‘That’s exactly right, honey. Just that way. If I see it again, I’ll stop immediately and release you. I give you my word.’
His hands touched her jaw, gently forcing her mouth wide. She felt a large rubber wedge pushed between her teeth. Her natural resistance anticipated, Tony reached back and teased her clit until her mouth gasped open. He pressed the gag fully home.
‘You see,’ he said. ‘You cannot choose what you will accept and what you will not. I am in complete control of your body. It will perform for me the way I want it to. Your body is here only to give me pleasure. And it does, Joy.’
Hayley understood. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do to stop or encourage him, beyond end the play. Her pussy throbbed under his complete control.
Yet her mind remained free to explore. This wasn’t the same fear she had felt in the past. Her stepfather subjected her to mind control and harsh punishment. This was all physical thrill.
The gag settled on her tongue when she stopped fighting it. Only a low moan from the back of her throat could escape. Straps were tied around the back of her head to keep the gag tightly wedged in place.
Sightless, speechless, and in a stress position, her mind focused on the sensations pulsing through the nerve endings in her pussy and nipples.
‘You’re going to like this, Joy,’ Tony reassured her.
A low buzzing commenced beside her. Habit made her twist towards it, exerting tension through her body. She felt a large, cool, throbbing vibrator buzz against her pussy. Tony teased it against her moist tissues, making quick contact with her clit and her vagina. He opened her pussy lips with his fingers to nestle it more snugly against her where it delivered its most intense physical impact. Vibrations coursed through her sex and built a raging heat deep within her until she rapidly exploded into violent orgasm, squealing and moaning behind the constraints of the rubber gag.
She instantly peaked, being so near to orgasm already, but Tony held the vibrator in continuous contact with her body. As the height of her orgasm subsided, the super-sensitivity of her clit made her twitch and buck, trying to remove the forceful stimulation from her. Still he held it pressed against her pussy and its vibrations rolled strongly through her. Moaning a high-pitched whine, Hayley tried to beg him to turn it off, but the gag prevented the words coming out.
She could feel the tension building rapidly again as her body was forced into a second orgasm quickly on the heels of the first. It built and burst through her brain in a sudden shower of bright sparks. Her vagina clamped down, gripping as the orgasm hit once more. Her clit burned like hot ice as she came, wailing loudly.
Yet still Tony held the vibrator tight against her pussy. Hayley felt like she wanted to die. Her overstimulated nerves screamed. He tweaked the chain attached to her nipple clamps hard, and the tug felt like a knife twisting through her breast. She began not to distinguish which individual part of her was being touched. Her body fused into one electric spark as another charge amped through her clit and intimate muscles went into spasm again.
A high-pitched, mewling cry keened from her. She felt like a continuous mild electric shock was being applied directly to her pussy. Was he torturing her? Burning her? She felt alarm, yet too weak, exhausted to fight. He forced her body laboriously on to rise towards another surge, by the stimulus of the vibrator ground into her sex. Every muscle stiffened and tensed. Her buttocks clenched. The rising tide of another orgasm washed over her and she knew what it was like to drown at sea, too exhausted to swim, but forced to ride the potent waves wherever they pushed her.
Hayley’s body was spent. Her limbs rigid. All her muscles ached, her nerves thrummed. She was unable to elevate her mind or her body towards a fourth successive orgasm but Tony failed to remove the vibrator from her body. She cried out, muted by the rubber gag forcing her tongue down. A tear spilled from her eye.
‘I want to see another one from you, Joy. I know you’ve got it in there. You’re not going anywhere and neither am I until you come for me again.’
She hardly heard his words, yet they blasted through her head. There was no energy left in her. Her body denied his demand yet simultaneously could not refuse to comply. She was aware of a persistent noise, somewhere between a cry and a scream. Was it her? It melted from her throat and blended into the dull, resonant sound of the vibrator which continued to throb firmly against her pussy. The intensity rose and fell, yet never quite lost contact with her engorged, quivering clit.
As slow as death, yet inexorably, another wave grew, surged, and crested. Under such intense stimulation her body was unable to resist. Hayley had no will of her own left. It was flying off into subspace. There was only Tony, the relentless electric stimulation and her obediently submissive body.
Another orgasm speared through her vagina, removing her ability to think. Unconscious, primal, her wayward flesh imploded into the deepest depths of muscular spasm she ever believed she could survive. It was a slow death halfway between torment and ecstasy.
‘And again, honey.’ Tony’s voice sounded distant. Insistent.
She wanted to beg him to stop. Her body couldn’t take any more. Each muscle drew taut, pulling back against the ropes, her nipples sparking electricity.
Now she was but a sex doll, existing without conscious thought. Toyed with for someone else’s pleasure. He wanted his doll to come again and buzzed the vibrator more deeply against her pussy than he had before. It felt like it was inside her; there was no difference in her mind between inside her body and out. All consciousness focused on nothing but the quickening of her pussy flesh.
Her heart would surely arrest, her brain function seize in one great seismic shock as her body ascended, dragged upwards, crawling in its death throes toward
s some far-off place beyond knowledge or experience. Every muscle convulsed, and suddenly gravity ended. She flew over the summit of a mountain. Her body was licked by a thousand rough tongues, her skin whipped with a hundred lashes. All muscular strength melted from her. A slow, screaming orgasm ripped through her body. Again and again …
Tony flicked off the switch. Hayley was only dully aware of him around her. Her vaginal muscles ached and throbbed their slow descent to a relaxed state of being. He carefully released clamps, ropes, gag, and blindfold, and gathered her to him to hold her shivering body until she recovered enough to laugh weakly.
‘You liked that?’ he asked, grinning down at her. ‘Me too. Twice.’
She laughed again, feeling a little crazy. He had come twice. ‘Me?’
‘You blew my mind. Went to six, honey. Wasn’t that the greatest feeling ever?’
How could he doubt it? ‘Different,’ was the only description she was capable of formulating for some time.
‘I thought about trying for a seventh.’
Hayley glanced up at him and swatted him weakly. Her muscles wouldn’t even begin to work yet. Her legs were almost too weak to walk but she couldn’t stay here for ever.
She held her shoes in her hands, still a little unsteady on her feet. They were the last couple to emerge from the bedrooms. Cheryl looked like she was used to that. Marty was waiting in the sitting room with a clearly impatient Cheryl when they eventually surfaced. The tension was a little too obvious.
Marty raised an enquiring brow. ‘Had fun, darling?’ He slipped into role.
Non-committal, she threw it back at him. ‘You? We’d better get back for the babysitter, Will. Think of the kids.’
Hayley had to fight not to laugh out loud or even to allow her face to break into the widest grin threatening to emerge. She was still a bit hysterical after the multiple orgasmic experience she had just had. It was impossible to tell if it was Marty or Cheryl who had the biggest question mark written all over their faces.
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