“Mmmh,” he said, watching the screen as she bucked on the sofa as Daniel played with the remote. “We won’t keep these bits in. But I would love to see that look on your face for real sometime.”
He turned to her and stroked the hair away from her face. “I would love to know I could make you feel like that.”
She moved closer to him and he kissed her, gently at first but then more urgently, his tongue digging deep in her, his arms tightening around her. She felt herself respond, she felt herself wanting him—but she couldn’t, not yet, not until she was sure, not until he’d seen the worst. She pulled away and he released her, sitting up again, turning back to the screen.
“Back to the grindstone.” He grinned. “It’s a hard job but someone’s got to do it.”
They watched in silence as Ruthanne was cuffed and spread and laid over the back of the sofa.
Ruthanne looked away as Daniel lifted what was left of her skirt and stroked his hands over her naked behind.
“We’ll use this,” he said as she told Daniel no, she didn’t want to be spanked. “And this. We’ll get a close-up of this, possibly enlarge something from one of the other cams.”
Daniel was spanking her hard now and the word slut was appearing in red all over her buttocks and thighs.
She was crying out and moaning, clearly in pain while Daniel spanked her and called her a slut over and over again.
Ruthanne couldn’t watch. She couldn’t look at Ed either.
“Perfect,” said Ed. Then he turned to her. “I didn’t mean, you know—I meant perfect for our purposes. He’s getting really carried away. By the way, did you choose that paddle?”
“No,” she said. “I didn’t choose any of it.”
“I’ve seen them before. But if it was me I’d choose the one that said love.” He smiled at her. “And I’d make sure you wanted me to do it. Would you let me? Spank you like that?”
She nodded, not meeting his eyes. “It wouldn’t be like that though, would it?” she said softly. “It would be different.”
“Different better,” said Ed. “Better if you choose to do it, better if you do it because you both want to.”
Ruthanne felt butterflies in her stomach. Could Ed really give her the same kind of feelings she got when she was with Daniel? But without that sense that she couldn’t say no and that feeling that Daniel didn’t really know her or even like her very much?
They watched in silence for a while. Ruthanne pretended it wasn’t her on view on the screen and that it wasn’t her cries of pain or pleasure that filled the room. Then came the part she was dreading.
She was walking—trying to—with the spreader bar and the big dildo in her mouth and Daniel was making her squeeze out the eggs. Ruthanne closed her eyes. She couldn’t watch. It was too humiliating.
She felt Ed’s arm around her again, holding her tightly, reassuringly. “It’s okay,” he said softly into her hair. “It’s okay.”
When she opened them the tape had moved on and she was on the coffee table. Daniel had the big black dildo pressed against her. The view wasn’t clear. Her leg was in the way but the look of determination and desire was clear on Daniel’s face.
“He looks like he wants to hurt you,” said Ed. “Which is great for us for the film. Probably not so great for you though.”
“No,” said Ruthanne. “I could have done without that.”
“He’s a sadist really, isn’t he? A sadist more than a dom,” he said. “He actually wants to hurt you and I’m guessing that it’s the feeling of being controlled rather than the actual pain that does it for you.”
She nodded, pressing her face into his shoulder, not wanting to meet his eyes, not trusting herself to say anything, surprised that Ed could read her so well.
“And I like that. Not all the time, just at playtime. I’d like to control you, control your pleasure. But I wouldn’t hurt you, not more than you wanted me to.”
He stroked the side of her face and she looked up. He kissed her again but the tape was still playing and she could hear herself moaning while Ed was kissing her, pressing her back against the arm of the sofa, his arms around her, holding her tight.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” came her muffled voice from the tape.
“I didn’t know I was that good at kissing,” he said as she pulled away. Instead of feeling embarrassed she laughed.
He turned back to the screen. “I seem to have missed the ending. I wonder what happened?” He laughed. “I’ll have to watch it all again. What a shame.”
“What do you think?” She needed to know.
“It is a bit distracting when I’m kissing you. But very, very hot.”
“Seriously. You don’t mind, you don’t think of me…” She hesitated. She didn’t really want to say it in case it put into words what he was thinking.
“Go on,” he said. “Say it.”
“I thought you might not like me anymore. I thought you might think differently about me once you’d seen that.”
“Oh, I do. I do.”
She turned away. She knew this would happen. How could it not? How could any man watch that and still want her?
He stroked her hair. “Before I thought you were beautiful, interesting and way out of my league. Now I think you’re all of that and the perfect match for me in the bedroom. If I had you I’d be the luckiest man alive.”
She turned back to face him. “Really?” she asked, not able to believe it. “Honestly?”
“Honestly, really, seriously and every other word,” he said. “I can’t believe I’ve met you. I can’t believe you let me hang out with you and I can’t believe you let me do this.”
He leaned in and kissed her again. He forced her back against the arm of the sofa, his lips hard against hers, his tongue in her mouth. His arms were around her and his body pressed tight against her, his weight pressing her down.
Then he pulled away and looked at her. “You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a woman and more.”
She smiled, the relief overwhelming. “Thanks Ed. For saying that, for doing this,” she gestured toward the screen and all the equipment. “For everything.”
“My pleasure,” he said, sitting up and stroking her hair. “But I’m not going to get any work done like this. If you want this edited, I’ll need to watch the other feeds then it will take me few hours at least to put something together.”
“I’ll get us some coffee and let you get to work.”
She blanked out the next hour as he looked through the other feeds, stopping here and there with his headphones on—so at least she didn’t have to hear herself being spanked, crying out, coming.
She couldn’t believe he was still interested in her, more interested in fact than before he’d seen the tapes. She felt like hugging herself or jumping up and down with excitement and relief.
She made fresh coffee then lounged around on the sofa reading her book until she started to get hungry and they took a break for lunch. She’d brought fresh bread and a selection of salads and bits and pieces from the deli.
“I’m doing well. I’ve got some great shots. Daniel has really given us some beauties.” He grinned. “I’m going to be able to do something pretty powerful with this material.”
Then he was back to work.
She watched him for a while, fascinated by how he cut and shifted images, how he zoomed in on certain things, making the image bigger like a close-up—and then how he manipulated the sound, putting the things she and Daniel had said in a different order, linking them with different images.
She read her book a bit more, cleared up the lunch, made more coffee, watched Ed again standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders.
“Right,” he said finally. “I’ve got a rough cut of it. It still needs work in places but this will give you a good idea of how it will look.” He fiddled with the equipment again.
They sat on the sofa, Ed’s arm round her shoulders. He pressed play.
The
final video was short. Two hours of sex and the feeds from all the different cameras had been cut down to a three-minute film. It started with a close-up of Daniel’s face, then his voice asking, “Do you like it?” and her reply coming quite clearly saying “No. I don’t. I don’t want you to do it.”
Then you could hear him laughing and the camera cut to him ripping her clothes, saying “you’ve just been attacked.” The next shot was of Daniel brandishing the scissors and Daniel’s voice over the top saying, “You’ll be punished for this.”
There were images of her being cuffed and the spreader bar being put on. The soundtrack continued with Ruthanne saying, “I don’t want you to” and “no, no.”
The next shot was of her rear end being paddled. You could clearly see Daniel’s face and the cold smile on it. Then another angle showed the words appearing on her skin with a voiceover of Daniel calling her a slut over and over again.
Then it cut to the clamps on her nipples and her cries of pain as Daniel said, “the tighter the better“ and pulled on the chain, making her nipples pull and her breasts bounce.
In the last section she was on her back on the coffee table. She was begging Daniel not to put the big dildo into her, the fear clear in her voice. But Daniel was insisting, laughing at her fear, saying, “It will go in. And if it doesn’t I’ll strap you down to this table and force it until it does.”
There was a brief shot of him pushing the dildo into her while she cried out “stop, stop,” and Daniel said “it’s going in.” It cut to Ruthanne’s body, struggling. She was reaching down with her bound hands, crying out “no, no,” and Daniel saying “I love it when you struggle. There’s nothing nicer than a girl all tied up struggling against what’s going in her whether she likes it or not.”
The last shots were of her head, her face blurred out, hanging off the end of the coffee table and Daniel pumping hard into her mouth and his voice saying “Suck me. And do it well or I’ll fuck you right into your throat.”
Then it was clear he had finished and there was a close-up of his face where he said, “I’d like to tie you down and leave you like this until tomorrow or send in a few of my friends to come and use you.”
Ruthanne sat in stunned silence. It was awful.
“I’ve edited it fairly heavily,” explained Ed. “Taken the voice from one section, moved it to another, kept in all the bits where you refuse and cut out all the places where you consent.”
“It makes Daniel look terrible,” she said, suddenly doubtful. “Isn’t it really dishonest?” She felt uncomfortable. Daniel was bad, yes but this made him look like an attacker or rapist and he wasn’t that. She had consented all the way. The only thing she hadn’t agreed to was involving Jose Luis and she didn’t even know if that had happened or not. All she had to go on was the smell of some aftershave and few sly comments from Daniel.
“Yeah,” said Ed. “He looks really bad. But that’s the point isn’t it? If I put together a tape showing you two having a great time what effect will that have? With this, you can mail it to him and I’d guess he’d do anything to stop this getting out there on the internet.”
“It’s blackmail,” she said.
Ed shrugged. “Are you going to ask him for money?”
“No,” she said indignantly. “Of course not.”
“Or favors or any other benefit?”
“No. You know I’m not.”
“Then it’s not really blackmail. Think of it more as an insurance policy.”
“Yes,” she agreed slowly. “I suppose so. And if it wasn’t so bad it wouldn’t work.”
“Exactly,” he said. “Daniel will have to really want to stop this getting out, to think it would really damage his reputation if it’s going to do you any good. If it just showed him and a lady friend enjoying some consensual kinky sex then why would he care? I mean he might be embarrassed but it’s not going to ruin his life. In fact it might even give him a bit of kudos. But this.” Ed gestured at the screen. “No one would want to be associated with this.”
Ruthanne nodded. It was the sort of thing she did all the time—image manipulation, controlling what information went out where and when to make sure companies got the most credit and the least damage. She’d just never played a starring role in any of her material before.
“Thanks, Ed,” she said. “I can see why they call you the Editor. You’ve done a great job. Even if it’s quite disturbing.”
“Makes you think, doesn’t it? Never let anyone film you. The camera always lies.” He laughed and put his arm around her.
“Just make sure you word the email carefully so it doesn’t sound like blackmail. You can send it from here. I’ve got an encrypted ISP so no one will be able to trace where it’s come from. You write something and I’ll do a few tweaks to the film and get it ready to send.”
Ruthanne nodded, thinking what she could say.
She spent a while composing the message, wanting to get her meaning across but without threatening him.
Daniel, I am sorry but our relationship will have to end. I don’t want to see you again. I want you to stay on with my company for your PR work but work with someone else in the office. I don’t want you to blame me or to let anyone think there were any problems with the PR work I did for you. I have attached a memento of our relationship. It will remind you of the things you did. I am keeping the file with a friend in a safe place so you don’t need to worry. I will do my best to make sure it never leaks out onto the internet. And I am sure you will do your best to see that there are no negative consequences for me as a result of ending our association either.
Ed read it over and agreed it was good. It was clear about what she wanted and clear too that she didn’t hold the film so there was no danger of him turning up to her apartment threatening her or destroying her laptop and phone.
Ed attached the film.
She typed in Daniel’s email address with a shaky hand and pressed send. It was done. She sighed with relief. “And now we can delete the rest.”
He nodded. “There is something else, though. All that footage of you. It was so hot. I couldn’t destroy it, not yet. I put this together. It’s really rough—I just spliced it.”
Ruthanne turned to the screen again. It was more images from that night but this time of her, of her face, of her saying yes. Close-ups of her breasts, of her nipples tightly clamped and her moans of pleasure, every time she had said yes. Of her being spanked, of her writhing in pleasure, of her finally crying out “I’m coming I’m coming,” her voice muffled and thick.
Ed was watching her carefully.
“You have to get rid of that,” she said, embarrassed.
“I know. I will. We’ll delete it in a minute. I just wanted to show you so you’d know how sexy you looked, how sexy you sounded.” He rewound it to a view of her whole body with her torn clothes, her nipple clamps and the cuffs and spreader bar. “Just look.”
She glanced at it but it looked so perverse, so wrong. “You don’t think I’m a slut?”
“No way,” he said earnestly, moving closer to her. “It is really the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The only thing that would make it hotter would be if I was the one doing it all to you.”
“You don’t think there’s something wrong with me for enjoying that kind of thing?”
“No. You’re a very together woman. You’re beautiful, sexy, in control of your life. But in the bedroom you like to play. So do I.”
“Like that?”
“Yes. Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted to tie you up, tight and hard.” He moved closer to her. “So you can’t move and tease you and spank you and do things to you until you come.”
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips teasing at hers, his body warm against hers. “What do you think? Do you think one day you might trust me enough to let me do that? “
“Yes,” she said, imaging herself tied up and Ed touching her, teasing her. She felt a little flutter between her legs. She wanted him to do
it soon. Now.
“My worst nightmare would be to fall for someone who didn’t share my passions. Imagine a lifetime without satisfaction. But you’re perfect. If you were making a singles advert, this would be the picture to put on it.” He gestured at the screen, smiling. “Sub seeking new master. Do you think I could be it?”
“You could,” she agreed.
“But right now let’s delete it all except the film for Daniel. Although the only way I can come to terms with getting rid of this is the thought that we might make a film of our own one day?” He looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“No faces,” she said.
“No faces but lots of body. Lots of close-ups of your beautiful body held in restraints, maybe with wrist cuffs tied up to a hook in the ceiling with you almost naked, helpless in front of me.”
He leaned over and held her wrists, pulling them slowly above her head, pinning both of them in one of his own hands and holding them there. He used his other hand to stroke her cheek softly and down the side of her neck.
He brushed her lips gently then held her lower lip between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it. He did it all so slowly and with such tenderness that she hardly felt the pain. He leaned in and kissed her, licking at her tender lip, then pushing his tongue into her mouth, slow and hard and deep.
She gave in to the sensation of his tongue in her mouth, of his lips on hers, of his free hand moving over her body, stroking her neck and tangling in her hair, tugging it gently, then gliding lower, to her shoulder, then lower, finding her breast and skating over the surface gently.
She felt helpless. She couldn’t move. Her arms were pinned tightly above her head and his weight was pressing into her. She couldn’t escape and she didn’t want to. She wanted him to hold her like this, to keep her like this, forever.
Epilogue
She was dreading going into the office on Monday. Would Daniel have read the email, seen the film? What would his reaction be? Would she get away with it or would her letter of dismissal be waiting for her on her desk?
Her phone beeped on the way and she checked the message, wondering if it was Ian telling her not to even bother coming in. But it was from Katie. “Best news,” it said. “My turn now!” What did it mean? She couldn’t think straight, not until she knew if anything had changed at work.
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