Out of the Darkness

by Juliette Banks

  Perhaps he was reading my mind? One hand came around the front of my body and with practiced ease one finger slipped beneath the elastic of my panties and soon found the moist, dark slit that was aching to be filled. Then a second finger joined it, and he pushed them roughly into me.

  "I can see you’re as turned on as I am.” He paused for a moment, weighing up his options. “Perhaps I should spank you after all. As much as I value punctuality, the thought of bringing my palms down on to your wonderful bottom makes me inclined to be late. Besides, it will amuse me to watch you fidget on your red cheeks while you’re eating. Turn around and put both hands on to the bed and stick that lovely ass out for me."

  I did as he instructed and waited with bated breath. He reached out and slowly pulled my panties down until they were down to my knees.

  "Don't take them off completely. Move your legs apart until your panties are stretched tight between your legs."

  He stood back to admire me for a few seconds as my breathing became more ragged. He knew he was winding up my sexual spring and that when he let go of it, I would explode. His hand cracked loudly against my right buttock, and then against my left. I sucked in my breath.

  "Breathe, Marianne," he ordered.

  I let out the breath, accompanied by a low groan of sexual need. He gave me four more sharp cracks across both buttocks. They were slow. Despite what he’d said about being late for dinner, it seemed he was prepared to take his time. He continued to spank me slowly, alternating cheeks, until I felt the heat radiating from me. There was a few seconds' pause before I heard him drop his pants and plunge straight into me, hard. I gave a deep groan.

  "Your cunt has been waiting for this, hasn't it? My, it is so warm and tight. What do you want me to do, Marianne? Tell me what you want."

  "Please fuck me, Sir. I need you to fuck me hard, Sir."

  "Like this?" He pulled out of me and then plunged in hard, as far as he could go. "Oh yes, we are going to have such a good time in New York."

  As he plunged into me again and again, his fingers reached out to massage my clit, and I knew that I couldn’t hold out for long. The pleasure rose within me and I exploded, shivers running the length of my body. Within seconds, William too reached his peak and exploded within me. We both sank on to the bed and lay entangled for a moment, before he kissed me tenderly.

  "I struck lucky when I picked this time to come to New York, didn't I? Now, let's get cleaned up and go and get some dinner. I am starved."

  I could see the admiring look in William's eyes when I stepped out from my room wearing an emerald green, shot silk, simple shift dress to go down to dinner. It was one of my favorites and it clung to my body in all the right places. I was tanned, and it wasn't cold, so I didn't wear stockings, and, apart from underwear, the only other thing I wore was a pair of gold strappy high-heeled sandals. My thick, long brown hair, which currently had copper highlights, was loose and hanging down my back.

  William smiled his laconic smile. "Perfect. Good enough to eat. Perhaps I should cancel dinner and eat you instead?"

  He indicated for me to twirl, which I did, slowly.

  "The only improvement I want to make is for you to remove your panties and give them to me."

  I didn’t demur, and slipped off the scrap of lace and satin that passed for panties in my world, and handed them to William, who placed them in his pocket.

  "Now, lead the way to the elevator please."

  I knew why he had me walk ahead. It was so he could get a good look at my undulating bottom, with the silk dress sliding gracefully up and down with each step. In the empty elevator, he drew me close to him and I could feel his hardness against my body. He put both hands on my bottom and pulled up the back of my dress until his hands were resting on my bare cheeks. After a gentle stroke, he dropped the back of the dress until I was again covered. It was only as I stepped out of the elevator that I noticed the small security camera in the corner. The sight of my bare bottom probably made someone's day.

  William was an interesting and amusing dinner companion. He was clearly very well educated and was a fountain of knowledge about many subjects, including history, politics, and the arts. For the first time, I regretted my lack of education. Even though I had been at school until sixteen, I didn’t pass any exams and hadn’t been a great reader. I told William of my regret, and that I would dearly love to have learned more at school.

  "You're never too late to learn, you know," he said firmly. "You could take some more classes, get some letters after your name even, if that’s what you want. You are a smart woman, Marianne. After all, your modelling career is unlikely to last forever."

  My mind suddenly sprang back to a conversation I’d once had with Chad, when I had told him I might take up photography after I’d stopped modelling. A tear came to my eye unexpectedly.

  William, being a very observant man, spotted it immediately. He reached across the table and took my hand. "Did I touch a nerve there?"

  "It's okay. I suddenly thought…" I didn't want to start talking about Chad. For one, it would probably set me off crying, and for two, I could hardly bring up a previous lover at such a moment. He stroked the back of my hand and I was touched by the kindness in his eyes. William might be a strict and unforgiving Dom, but it seemed as though there was a soft heart lurking down there, beneath the smart, hand-made suit.

  "Don't worry, I'm not going to pry, but I need you to know that despite what I may say to you in the next few days, I'm not an ogre. If you want out at any time, just say the word and I’ll understand."

  I smiled at him. "Thank you, but I have no immediate plans to cut and run." I paused, and then added, quietly, so nearby diners could not hear, "Sir."

  He gave his sexy, laconic grin. "Well done. You got that in just in time."

  But I knew he was teasing. It seemed as far as William was concerned that my submission was only required when we were alone together, and not in public as we were then. Even so, the timbre of his voice was sufficient to send a shiver through my body, and I looked forward to the night to come.

  As we went up in the elevator to William's suite, he did the same as he had on the way down, lifting my dress at the back. But this time he didn't just expose my bottom to the camera in the corner, he slapped it with the flat palm of his hand. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was already in dominant mode, and that look he gave me made the submissive me want to surrender to him completely.

  We were scarcely inside the door before William issued his first command. "Down. On all fours."

  His instructions were given in a calm, quiet tone, but I knew that he meant business. I dropped to the floor immediately and waited, head bowed, awaiting further instructions.

  "Crawl over to the middle of the room."

  I crawled slowly on hands and knees across the room and stopped. For all my submission, I had never felt so powerful and sexually voracious. I heard William go over to the bar and pour himself a drink. I heard the clink of a glass stopper and knew he’d poured a whisky or brandy from one of the decanters on top of the bar. He walked back towards me and stopped a few feet behind me. He stood for perhaps a minute, without moving. I couldn’t see him but I sensed his eyes taking in the curve of my bottom beneath the silk dress.

  "Lift up your dress. I want to see you."

  I shuddered with sexual anticipation and did as he said. I couldn’t resist arching my back and pushing out my bottom as I did so. Again, he remained still, looking at me. Again, he waited in silence for at least a minute.

  "Exquisite." He left me where I was and went over to one of the armchairs and sat down with his drink, and said nothing for a couple of minutes. I was beginning to relax when he again spoke. "Anticipation."

  He didn’t continue for a moment and I was unsure if I was expected to respond in some way, or whether this was an instruction of which I was unfamiliar.

  "Anticipation is the key. You are anticipating what I might do with you. I’m anticipating t
he pleasure that awaits us. Our minds are slowly increasing the sexual tension. Don't you agree, Marianne, that anticipation is the key?"

  I could hardly talk. My mouth seemed to have gone dry. Eventually I managed to whisper, "Yes Sir."

  "Come here."

  He hadn't told me to stand up, so I crawled over to where he was sitting. My action had caused my dress to slide back over my bottom, so as soon as I stopped moving I again pulled it up onto my back.

  "Good girl. You’re very obedient. Now, kneel up and sit on your haunches next to my chair. We need to talk."

  I moved quickly to the position he required. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to look at him, so I kept my head lowered so that I could only see his feet.

  "It's all right, Marianne, you can look at me. It’s important to me that I haven’t misled you in any way, and that you are here entirely voluntarily. Are you comfortable being here with me?"

  "Yes, Sir, I am," I assured him.

  "Good. Now I am going to tell you what I want to do, and I want an honest answer from you that you are happy with what I propose. You can say no to anything I say—I want you to understand that."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "We’ve already fucked, so I take it as read that this is on the menu. You also took me in your mouth so, again, I assume you have no objections. What about anal sex? How do you feel about that?"

  "I have done it before, Sir, but not very often," I answered without hesitation.

  "So if I do that then I will make sure that it’s gradual and take account of your lack of experience there. I also wish to spank you, Marianne."

  His gaze was unwavering, as was mine. "Would that be with your hand, Sir? Or would you want to use… something?"

  "Both. You hesitated when you said 'something.' Is there anything you wouldn’t want me to use?"

  For a split second, my gaze wavered in his. I stammered several times. "I… I… had a bad experience… with a cane, Sir. I’d be a little frightened about doing that again."

  "I see, so I won’t use a cane. What about a crop, or a belt? I promise you I wouldn’t leave welts that would cause you problems for your work. I know that you models often have to show much of your body and your clients wouldn’t like a welt showing above their expensive gowns."

  "Thank you, Sir. I trust that you won’t be too harsh with me."

  He reached over and stroked my hair. "You needn’t fear me, my little beauty. Have you any objection to being tied up or restrained in any way?"

  "No, Sir."

  "Gagged, blindfolded?" he continued his inquest.

  "No, Sir."

  "What about a safeword. Do you want one?"

  "I trust you, Sir," I said once again.

  He seemed surprised. "Well then, you shouldn't," he said firmly. "What men say and do when they’re sexually aroused can be very different from when they’re sitting and talking like this. You will use the safeword 'Christmas.' Will you remember that?"

  "Yes, Sir, but what if I’m gagged?" The thought occurred to me and poured out before I could think about it. But after it was spoken, I realized how important that detail was. Chad and I had never talked safewords like this. I’d never needed them. I trusted him implicitly.

  But I didn't know William. And he was already warning me that he might be different in the throes of passion.

  "Then you will shake your head very clearly from side to side, and I’ll stop immediately. Are you happy with that, Marianne?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Good. Now lift up your arms and let me remove this dress." He took off my dress and my bra, and I sat before him, head lowered, ready to submit. "Stand up. Place your hands flat on the cushion of the other chair, and spread your legs, and wait for me to attend to you."

  I did as instructed and heard William get up and walk away, either to his bedroom or bathroom. I trembled, partly with nerves and partly with sexual expectation. One minute passed, then two. I remembered what he had said about anticipation. This was my time to anticipate what lay ahead, and the sexual need within me doubled in strength. I needed what this man was about to give me. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. I lifted my bottom just a little higher and waited to be taken to heaven.

  William returned. He had changed into his black jogging pants and t-shirt. He placed something down onto the arm of the chair, but I didn't dare look around. I remained absolutely still and silent. He bent over and kissed my back and ran his hand over my bottom.

  "A man could go to war in defense of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand, even strict Doms such as me, and you have no idea of the power you have, do you? I don't think I have ever met another beautiful woman who has less awareness of her beauty as you have."

  I didn’t reply. I don't think he expected a reply. I’d heard this before, and perhaps he was right. From childhood, I had never been told I was pretty and grew up with the idea that I was quite ordinary. Even after I was discovered by the modelling agency and became one of the world's top models, I never really believed that I was beautiful. I always thought my success was the result of a fluke, and that one day I would be found out and exposed as a fake. Perhaps the messages I’d heard over the years from men were at last starting to get through the barrier that I had erected around my fragile psyche.

  My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp slap on my bottom. I snapped my attention back to the present. Then came another stroke. I breathed deep. I was back in the zone where I wanted to be. All I could think of was this powerful, masculine man standing behind me, raising his arm and bringing his hand sharply and crisply down, warming my flesh and lifting us both to the joyful place of sexual excitement and passion.

  William gave me about twenty strokes with his hand before stopping and reaching between my legs. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I gave a deep groan in response to the sudden intrusion. A sexual tremor went from my pussy to my brain, and back again. God, I wanted this man so badly.

  "Yes, Marianne, you want me as much as I want you, don't you?"

  "I want you so badly. Please fuck me, Sir."

  He didn’t reply, but pushed me down on to the chair, so that I was kneeling on the cushion and leaning over the chair back. I felt his hard body press up behind me and he pulled down his jogging pants. He leaned over me and I could feel his breath against my neck. He took the lobe of my ear into his mouth and gently bit on it before kissing it.

  "You are so going to get fucked tonight. I don't think either of us will be getting much sleep."

  With that he plunged his hard and solid erection straight into me and I groaned as I felt it reach the furthest point. He pulled out part way and then plunged back in, before building up a steady rhythm of strokes that sent shivers of pleasure the length of my body.

  William growled his sexual pleasure into my ear. "We’re in the Royal Suite, and we are having a royal fuck, aren't we, Marianne? Your cunt is so tight and warm; I'd like to stay in here forever."

  I had no problem with that whatsoever.

  Chapter 10

  Sadly, the tiredness and jet lag from our travel brought our session to an earlier end than either of us would have liked, but we both became conscious of the need for sleep as we both had early starts in the morning. I needed to be up at six am, ready to leave the hotel at seven, when my car arrived, and William had meetings starting at eight. After we both came down from our climaxes, he kissed me and held me for a moment in his arms.

  "Much as I would like to take you to my bed for more action, I fear that we have to bow to reality. I think we both need to go to our respective beds and get some sleep."

  I fell into a tired, but contented sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

  We saw each other briefly in the morning when William came into the kitchen of the suite, attracted by the coffee aroma after I had switched on the machine. He was in his suit pants and white shirt, but his feet were still bare and his hair was wet from the shower.

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p; "Good morning. You look as delectable at 6:30 as you did last night. Did you sleep well?" He kissed me on the lips, and then groaned. "I must stay away from those lips. I am hard again already, and neither of us has the time. What time do you think you’ll be back at the hotel?"

  "I'm not sure. It depends on the photographer, and how much of a perfectionist he is. But I should be done by five-ish. What time is the dinner tonight?"

  "Seven, or seven-thirty, so we need to leave at six-thirty, if you can manage that. And don't forget that you need to borrow a dress."

  "Yes, no problem… Sir." I belatedly remembered to call him Sir.

  "Don't worry, those omissions have already gone into my little black book and we will discuss them later."

  He sounded stern, but I could see the sparkle in his eyes, and felt a shiver between my legs. He reached over and slid his hand up my leg and between my thighs, slipping his finger inside me, massaging me briefly. "Remember this, and think of me during the day and of my cock inside you."

  The phone rang, probably to let me know that my car was here, so I was spared giving a reply. I wanted to stay and feel him there again, but duty called.

  When I reached the studio where the shoot was taking place, the make-up girl took one look at the circles under my eyes and groaned.

  "Who's not been getting enough sleep? You'd better sit down here, Marianne, and let's work my miracles on you."

  At lunchtime, we had an hour's break and I managed to find a quiet corner and take a short nap and came back much more refreshed. I remembered about the gown for tonight and went to seek out the man in charge of the wardrobe.

  "Sure thing, Marianne. What kind of a look are you seeking? Sexy? Sophisticated? Just plain gorgeous?" he asked.

  I grinned. "What about something along the lines of 'fuck me now, why don't you?'"

  Joel laughed. He and I had known each other for some time and had always got along well. "I see. Well, let me have a think and I will come up with something by the end of the day."