A Strict Seduction

by Maria Del Rey

  She came over to me first, a silver tray in her hands. I took my glass and thanked her, keeping my eyes off her as she moved to Andy. She sat beside her husband, knees together, leaning forward, drink cradled in her hands. Her long nails were painted red.

  I took a sip of my drink and enjoyed the burning in the back of my throat. It was good Scotch. ‘I’m obviously paying you too much,’ I said, breaking the awkward silence.

  ‘It’s a good drop of booze,’ Andy agreed, swishing his Scotch and water round his glass.

  ‘Is there anything I can get you?’ Philipa asked softly. She looked at me coyly, her face lowered slightly and her blue eyes tilted up at me. I looked at her and my heart was pounding in my chest. There was no mistaking that look, no mistaking the allure in her voice and the slight pursing of her lips. I was erect just looking at her.

  Andy slid his hand up and down her smooth thighs, stroking her soft skin as I watched. ‘Do you want her?’ he asked me, his voice low, almost a whisper.

  I looked at him. What the fuck was going on? He smiled but said no more. There was nothing I could say so the question hung in the air, filling the room with its tension. At last Philipa turned to Andy and kissed him softly on the mouth. She placed her drink on the carpet and then walked towards me, keeping her eyes averted.

  She stopped beside the armchair. Her perfume mingled with the alcohol as I took another drink. She was so close I could feel the heat from her body. I looked up at her.

  ‘Let me be your slut,’ she said huskily.

  I moved away, looking beyond her to her husband. ‘Andy? What the—’

  ‘You heard her,’ he said, ‘she wants to be a slut for you.’

  ‘Please,’ she added. ‘I’ll do anything you want me to.’

  ‘Touch her,’ Andy suggested.

  I stood up. ‘What sort of screwed up—’

  She took my arm and kissed me softly on the cheek. It was such an innocent, chaste kiss that for a moment I was completely thrown. Then she lowered her head and started to lift the hem of her black dress. I was transfixed as inch by inch she revealed herself, exposing the curve of her upper thighs and then the swell of her sex. She was shaven, her pussy bare, bulging labia clean, a glimpse of pink flesh within.

  ‘I’ll be your girl,’ she whispered, looking up at me with pure desire in her sweet baby blue eyes.

  ‘Treat her badly,’ Andy told me. ‘She likes it, she likes to be handled rough. Don’t you?’ he demanded of her, his voice a cruel sneer.

  ‘I want whatever you want,’ she whispered, holding her dress up so I could feast my eyes on her sex.

  ‘And you?’ I demanded, stepping away from Philipa to face Andy.

  He shrugged and downed the last of his drink. ‘She’s a slut who needs cock,’ he said, ‘what can I do?’

  It was bizarre. ‘Don’t you care?’

  ‘I told you,’ he repeated, ‘she’s a slut. I give her what she needs but sometimes it’s not enough. Now, you want to take her or not?’

  I looked from him to her. Her eyes were full of pleading. For a moment I had no answer, but then I nodded. ‘I want her,’ I whispered.

  She looked happy; she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and smiled. At last she released the dress and once more she was modest: young, pure and pretty.

  ‘Why don’t you go upstairs and wait?’ Andy suggested, speaking to his wife.

  She started to go but then stopped. ‘Is that what you want me to do?’ she asked me.

  ‘Yes, go and wait,’ I told her.

  Andy and I waited for her to go before speaking again.

  ‘I know what you’re thinking,’ he told me, standing up.

  ‘Do you? Then you know I think you’re crazy.’

  He shook his head sadly. ‘No, mate, you don’t understand this at all.’

  ‘Don’t I?’ I hissed angrily.

  ‘She might look all sweet and innocent on the outside, but believe me, she’s a slut. There’s no other word to describe her.’

  ‘What does that make you then?’

  He laughed derisively. ‘Look, you either want her or you don’t. She wants you, that’s clear enough. Take her, do what you want to her, anything.’

  ‘What if I beat her?’ I demanded, wanting to shock some sense into him.

  ‘Then she’ll be even wetter for you. She’ll love you for it. Go on, beat her, screw her in the arse. She’s yours, in any way you want.’

  I sat down heavily. ‘How often do you do this?’

  He swallowed the last of his drink. ‘What difference does that make? Look,’ he snapped, his face reddening, ‘last year I watched her being fucked by three guys at once and she loved it. The dirty whore loved every second of it. By the time they’d finished with her she was covered in sweat and spunk. Fuck it, one of them even pissed on her, and she was delirious.’

  I listened, astounded. The scenario he was describing repelled and excited me in equal measure. ‘And you watched?’ I whispered.

  He nodded. ‘I watched, and once they’d finished I fucked her again until she screamed her climax.’

  ‘It turned you on,’ I said, appalled.

  He laughed. ‘It did,’ he admitted. ‘Now you know what a sick bastard I am what’re you going to do? Go upstairs, or do I call a cab for you?’

  ‘You know I can’t leave,’ I said.

  He looked relieved. ‘She wants to be your slut,’ he reminded me.

  I stood and walked to the door. He was pouring himself another drink when I looked back. There was nothing else for me to say. I shut the door and walked to the stairs. My mouth was suddenly dry as I headed up.

  There were a number of doors at the top of the stairs, but only one of them leaked any light. I was about to knock when I stopped myself. I pushed the door open and stepped in. Philipa was sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of skimpy black knickers and a matching lacy bra. She was on her knees, tilted forward slightly so her breasts were thrust forward.

  ‘I’ll be good for you,’ she promised huskily.

  ‘You’d better be,’ I warned her.

  ‘I will… I will,’ she promised.

  I could see that my harsh tone was exactly what she wanted. ‘And if I beat you? Will you still be good?’

  She nodded eagerly. ‘If that’s what you want, then I’ll be good.’

  I edged to the end of the bed and reached for her. She stretched forward and rubbed her face against my open palm, her lips kissing me softly. Her skin was so soft and warm. I ran my fingers through her long fine hair and she smiled. I stroked her hair and the back of her neck and she responded with an almost feline purr of pleasure.

  ‘Is this what you want?’ I asked, taking her hand and touching it to the bulge etched in my trousers. Her fingers traced the outline of my hard cock, and then she looked up and nodded.

  ‘And what will you do to get it?’ I whispered hoarsely.

  ‘Anything…’

  ‘You have to earn it first,’ I told her through gritted teeth.

  ‘But… but…’

  I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. She cried out, as much from the shock as the pain, I guessed. Her lips were open, a look of fear in her eyes. ‘You dirty bitch,’ I whispered softly into her ear.

  ‘I am… I’m dirty…’ she responded, gasping when I yanked her hair harder.

  ‘You’ve made a mistake,’ I told her, using my free hand to stroke the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. She felt good, her skin so soft and warm and responsive. I knew she’d be wet, there was no need to touch her there – yet.

  ‘A mistake?’ she echoed, trying to look me in the eye.

  I let go of her hair, and as she turned towards me I slapped her face, hard. She winced and pulled away. Tears filled her eyes as s
he rubbed the shocking pain from her cheek. My fingers tingled where I’d slapped her.

  ‘A mistake,’ I confirmed.

  There was confusion in her eyes. All she needed to do was to tell me to stop, to ask me to leave. Instead she nursed her face and looked up at me with wide blue eyes that begged for more. ‘I’ll do whatever you want me to,’ she whispered.

  I smiled. ‘I know.’

  The look in my eyes made her turn away for a second.

  ‘Shall I undress for you?’ she asked quietly.

  I reached for her again and she crawled along the bed towards me. I touched her face where I’d smacked her, stroking my fingers over the reddened skin. I knew it was all true; I could do as I liked to her and she wouldn’t resist. The thought made my cock harden once more. I sat beside her and pulled her closer, halfway across my lap so I could kiss her. She put her arms around me, holding tightly while I pushed my tongue between her lips.

  As we kissed I stroked her back, enjoying the feel of her warmth, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin. With my other hand I began to rub the inside of her thigh, moving it slowly up and down. She moved round slightly but I moved my hand no higher; I wanted to take my time with her.

  She moved back a little when I stopped kissing her. Her breasts bulged in her tight black bra and I could see her nipples were hard, pressing tightly against the lace. I brushed the back of my fingers across her nipples and she sighed softly.

  I made her sit up for me so I could squeeze her breasts, holding them in my hands, cupping her flesh so it bulged even more. I brushed my thumbs back and forth over the springy flesh, making the nipples harder still while she sighed her pleasure. She reached round suddenly and unclipped her bra, letting it fall away so that her breasts were exposed.

  I slapped her hard across the thigh, making her yelp with surprise. ‘I didn’t tell you to do that,’ I admonished angrily.

  ‘I’m sorry—’

  I slapped her again, making her cry out loudly. Already I could see my hands imprinted along her thigh. Her skin marked well, the red flush of pain merging attractively with the gold of her tan. I kissed her hotly on the mouth and then reached for one of her breasts. She squealed as I grabbed a handful of flesh, crushing the nipple in my palm as my fingers tightened. I kissed her again while I squeezed, and her moans of complaint were breathed into my mouth as soft sighs of pleasure. I eased up a bit and then homed in on the nipple, my fingers closing on the erect bud until her whimpers made me stop.

  I started to suck on her injured flesh, my mouth closing around the rosy flesh. I held her nipple between my lips and swept my tongue across it. I only vaguely listened to her murmurs of pleasure. I sucked harder, using my teeth to bite and then my lips to soothe, and she moaned louder. When I slid my hand under her thighs she moved to open herself, but again I only touched her halfway up her thigh.

  I rolled away from her for a moment and started to undress. She watched me greedily, her eyes sparkling with desire. ‘Get on the floor,’ I ordered, aware of the urgency of her need.

  I stripped off quickly while she watched from her position on the floor, on her knees like a supplicant. My cock was hard, jutting powerfully from the dark curls between my thighs. It was what she wanted, it was where her attention was focused.

  ‘Well, slut, is this what you want?’ I teased her, gripping my cock at the base.

  She looked at me and nodded slowly. I beckoned and she crawled towards me, her breasts swaying tightly from side to side. She crawled between my thighs and started to kiss me there, her lips planting soft caresses as she worked her way towards my hardness. I wrapped my hand in her hair again and pulled her forward. She looked up at me, and then closed her lips around the tip of my erect cock. She sucked softly, her tongue passing the gentlest of caresses under the glans as I pushed myself deeper into the velvety embrace of her mouth.

  I leaned back as she took more of my shaft into her mouth. The girl loved it, that was for sure. She knew exactly how to kiss and suck to give maximum pleasure. I released her hair and she began to wind herself up and down, moving so her lips barely covered my glans before swooping down to close her lips around the base. Each time it felt as though I was in heaven, and I knew she was working me perilously close to orgasm.

  I sat back up and watched her as she sucked me; eyes half closed, her lips so full and red stretched tightly, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her hands held my balls, holding gently, a finger outstretched and rubbing under my thigh. I was close to coming but I resisted the urge to stand and slam my hardness into the back of her throat.

  She looked like a child who’d lost a favourite toy when I pulled her away from my cock. She sat up again, her eyes wide as she gazed at the glistening rod of flesh inches from her lips. I sat back on the bed and gestured for her to join me. She climbed up in a single, sinuous movement that emphasised the shape of her body. I touched her breasts again, flicking my thumbs over her large, responsive nipples.

  ‘Don’t you want to come in my mouth?’ she asked, pouting.

  I kissed her moist lips, putting my tongue where my cock had just been. ‘I haven’t decided where I’m going to spunk into you, yet,’ I told her.

  ‘I’m wet,’ she said, rubbing a finger against the outside of her black panties.

  I stroked the inside of her thigh again, this time sliding my hand high so that my thumb brushed against the warmth of her knickers. I could feel she was wet, and by the way she moved I knew she was desperate for me to touch her there. I toyed with her for a few moments, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh of her inner thigh and the look of consternation on her face.

  ‘Please…’ she said at last, her voice filled with urgency, ‘I need…’

  ‘Listen, you’re a dirty whore,’ I said nastily. ‘I don’t care what you need. Clear?’

  She swallowed hard and nodded. ‘Yes…’

  ‘Yes, what?’

  ‘Yes, sir?’ she said, taking a guess at the magic word that would please me.

  I shook my head. ‘You call me Mr Crane,’ I whispered.

  ‘Yes, Mr Crane,’ she said, closing her eyes as I scraped my fingers across her panties.

  ‘Why are you wet?’

  ‘Because I need your cock, Mr Crane,’ she said. ‘I need it… Please…’

  I kissed her again as my hands closed over her pert breasts. I was going to make her wait, I was going to make the bitch wait so long she would scream in frustration. She threw her head back as I started to suck on her nipples again, moving from one to the other in turn, wetting the nipples and then sucking hard so that she sighed her pleasure.

  ‘I’m going to beat you,’ I whispered, as though it were a sweet endearment.

  ‘Please… fuck me first…’ she begged, taking my face in her hands so I could see the desperation in her eyes. I slapped her hands away and went back to her breasts, using my lips and tongue on the hard fleshy points that protruded deliciously the more I played with them.

  She squirmed and writhed as I mouthed her nipples. Occasionally I touched her pussy, fleeting touches across the wet panties that made her moan and shudder. Her wordless whispers were part incantation of pleasure and part litany of frustration.

  ‘Please…’

  I suddenly saw the snaking of her fingers down between her thighs. I sat up instantly and grabbed her hand. She looked at me blindly, fear in her eyes as she registered my displeasure. I smacked her across the thigh again, a hard open-handed smack that echoed around the room and made her cry out.

  ‘Well, it looks like you’re such a dirty bitch you can’t wait,’ I hissed.

  ‘I’m sorry… It’s just that you’re making me feel so horny and I need to—’

  ‘Shut up!’

  She fell silent instantly. I looked around the room. If she wanted to play rough then that was exact
ly what the slut was going to get. My trousers were on the floor next to the bed. I picked them up and started to unthread my black leather belt. She watched silently, her eyes fixed on the belt as I unravelled it slowly.

  ‘Let’s just see how much you want some cock,’ I told her, standing up. I looped the belt once and then gripped it tightly. ‘This is your choice. If you’re the slut you say you are then you’ll take the belt to show me how much you want my cock.’

  ‘I want your cock,’ she said quietly.

  My reaction was instantaneous. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her across the bed, pushing her down flat on her stomach. I was rough with her but she made no complaint. I feasted my eyes on her flawlessly smooth back, her trim waist and the curve of her bottom delineated by the thin strip of her black knickers. I raised my arm and brought the belt down with one swift movement. It snapped across the top of her thighs and she let out a startled cry.

  For a second I was certain Andy was going to come running into the room to investigate. It amazed me that he had left us to it for so long, and I could not imagine that he could sit back and let me thrash Philipa so violently. Her skin was marked scarlet where the belt had licked her, and I could only guess at the pain it had caused her on impact. There was not a sound outside; it beggared belief, but Andy was not going to come to her rescue.

  ‘Well?’ I challenged, standing over her, the belt dangling from my hand like a noose.

  She touched the livid weal raised below her backside. ‘I need cock,’ she whispered, looking from her marked flesh to me.

  I beat her again, bringing the leather belt down hard across the top of her thighs. Again, and again. She let out a sharp breath with each stroke and I could see her hands gripping her pillow tightly. I leaned over her and pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing the globes of her behind. My hand accidentally brushed against her pussy lips and she moaned softly, the fire of her desire undiminished.

  I striped her backside several times, the belt sweeping down in a tight arc that snapped satisfyingly. She writhed, twisting from side to side, unintentionally giving me a better view of her hairless pussy and the graceful curves of her bottom.