Amanda's Young Men (19 page)

One big hand took her right shoulder, the other her left thigh. Without so much as a grunt, he heaved her up off the bed and high into the air above his head. It felt as if her bottom was almost touching the ceiling. Trevor looked up at her. His arms flexed, lowering Amanda’s left breast down to his lips as if it was a dangling bunch of grapes. He flicked her nipple with
the
tip of his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. His teeth gripped her tender nub. Trevor pushed her up, away from him. Amanda’s breast was elongated into an obscene pear shape and further, until jagged streaks of pleasure/pain lanced her.

Amanda revised her previous thought.
This
wasn’t a trick Paul or Rupert, or most men, could duplicate. She was as buoyant and weightless as a balloon, tethered to earth only by the tip of her nipple in his mouth.

‘Trevor?’ she asked, unsure what her own question was.

He tossed her on to her back, on her bed. ‘My bendy doll!’

Before she could take a deep breath, his hands took her ankles, spread them wide and doubled her knees up into her armpits. ‘I’ll strain you but I won’t break you,’ he promised.

Trevor knelt beside the bed. His extended tongue stiffened. With a nod, he stabbed into the core of her sex. He nodded some more, making love to her with his tongue. When he looked along her body to her face, his cheeks were glistening with her fluids. ‘Do you like the taste of your own juices?’

‘I …’

‘Of course you do.’ He released her left leg but kept her doubled up by her right. Three fingers of his right hand united into a stubby dagger that he plunged deep into her delicate folds. He stabbed and stabbed again with force that was just short of bruising.

Rough sex. Amanda could tell that Trevor must have had a lot of practice at it. Although he seemed careless of her, each move he made was carefully calculated to send thrills of fear and waves of helplessness through her without ever doing her any actual harm.

Trevor rotated his hand, scooping out her essences, and stretched his fingers up to her mouth.

‘Suck!’

She obeyed.

‘Nice?’ he asked.

Amanda nodded. ‘But you taste better.’

‘Later.’ He buried his face between her nether lips.

The crude snuffing noises that he made inside her tickled and made her want to giggle but she wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t break the mood. Anyway, bendy dolls don’t laugh, do they?

His mouth moved lower. His tongue was tantalising the sensitive patch of skin between where her pussy’s lips joined and her bottom: her perineum, or – what was that word – her ‘taint’. That felt so good. Any impulse to laugh left her. Amanda’s fists grasped handfuls of bedclothes and twisted them.

Trevor took hold of her free ankle again and pushed it up to join its mate, and forced both further back. Amanda grunted. Her knees were pressed into the bed next to her ears. Her breasts were squished beneath her thighs. Her body was bent in two. Her sex and her bum were pointing straight upwards. Trevor’s tongue was slavering from her clit to the fleshy cup where her pussy’s lips joined at the bottom of her slit, and back, and down again, and then lower.

Amanda sucked a deep breath. The tip of Trevor’s tongue was dancing around her bum-hole. That was obscene, but the sensations were so delicious that she felt herself opening to him.

Trevor nodded again, but now it was her back passage that his stiff wet tongue was stabbing into. Oh damn! She pulled her arms in and worked them down her doubled-up torso to her sex. Her left hand’s fingers squirreled into her pussy. The fingers of her right spread into a fan and flickered across her joy-button as best they could in the cramped space.

His tongue was actually inside her bottom and squirming deeper! Hell, she’d climaxed just a few minutes before but
already
she felt hornier than she’d ever felt in her entire goddam life.

She started to come. The orgasm reared like a winged beast but it was as if her contorted body trapped its escape. The captive climax seemed about to claw its way to freedom when Trevor reared up over her, took both of her ankles in one massive fist and used his other hand to steer his cock to her bum-hole. He drove down into her and her orgasm took flight.

‘Fill my bum with your cream, Trevor, flood my insides,’ she begged. God, she wanted him to come with her.

His thrusts paused. ‘Little sex dollies don’t get to make requests,’ he told her, and withdrew.

‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’

‘They don’t get to apologise, either. Don’t you remember, this is when I use you as my toy?’

Amanda nodded but dared not speak. The sternness of his words was just a part of his game, she was almost certain, but she wasn’t absolutely sure. Silence seemed the best policy.

But she yelped when he suddenly pulled her legs down straight and tugged her right off the bed by her ankles, to sit with her back to it and with her mouth agape just inches in front of the purple head of his rigid wagging shaft.

His hips swung from side to side, slapping his stem across Amanda’s face, smearing her cheeks with his juices. She wanted to try to catch his glistening dome in her mouth, but she was learning that, in this particular game, any initiative on her part was absolutely forbidden. If he wanted her to suck on him, he’d simply put himself into her mouth and order her to.

Trevor grabbed Amanda under both armpits and tossed her back up on to the bed. Her head was in a whirl. What next?

He stepped up on to the bed and loomed over her, legs
astride
. Amanda gazed up between the impressive columns of his muscular thighs, at the underside of his jutting rod and at his dangling balls, and licked her lips lasciviously. She might not be allowed to ask for anything but there was no rule against body language, was there?

Trevor squatted. Facing away from her, he lowered himself slowly towards her face. Her lips parted in invitation but it wasn’t his erection that he presented to them. The crinkled hairs on his left testicle brushed her lips. His balls were huge. Even though Amanda strained to open her mouth to its fullest, his one ball nestled halfway into it, much like an egg sits in an eggcup.

‘Lick,’ he said. ‘And remember that you can play with yourself if you like.’

She took that reminder as a command. Her tongue flickered as well as it could in the confined space of her flesh-filled mouth. Amanda drew her knees up high and wide, parted her nether lips with the fingers of her left hand and started to make slow circles around her pink pearl with the index finger of her right. It was her guess that she was supposed to diddle herself as an erotic exhibition, just to amuse him, rather than for her own pleasure. Strangely, her showing off her self-love made it far more exciting than doing it just for herself. She humped her hips to show him that she was getting off on the play.

Trevor lifted a little, moved sideways a fraction and lowered himself again. Amanda had a new ball to please with her tongue. Fingers took hold of both of her nipples and rolled them into tight spirals. She moaned her appreciation.

Trevor said, ‘Hmm! That’s nice. Good little doll!’

She moaned some more, with more vibration. It must have got to him, because he stopped toying with her left nipple and, from the feel of his movements, started stroking himself.

It would have been nice if she could have watched that. She’d always had a thing for watching men masturbate. Maybe another time, or perhaps he’d do it for her later, as he seemed tireless. How could Trevor hold his position like that? Impressive, that was the word for him, all around.

Trevor hitched up and came down again. This time it was his perineum that pressed against her lips. Well, she’d enjoyed that caress when he’d done it to her, so that was fair, not that fairness was relevant. She licked from side to side and then up and down.

‘Use your teeth,’ he said. ‘Nibble gently and scratch my skin with your teeth.’

Amanda did her best to comply, though she was finding it hard to breathe with her nose nestled between the cheeks of Trevor’s hard-muscled rear. Her attentions to his perineum seemed to be having an effect on him. She could feel that he was rubbing himself much harder now. She stopped toying with her joy-button and began diddling it in earnest. If she timed it just right, perhaps they really could climax together.

Trevor hitched up again. Amanda sucked a deep breath while she could. When he lowered himself once more, his firm buttocks spread across her mouth.

OK. He expected her to lick him there. He’d done that to her and it’d been incredible, but licking a man’s bum-hole? Could she? Could anything be more degrading?

But her being degraded was part of this game between them; she knew that. Amanda extended her tongue, as stiff as she could make it, and slavered it in tight little circles around his ring.

Trevor sighed and jerked harder on himself.

Amanda managed to pull her head back into her mattress a fraction and spat up. A feeling of power flooded her. Straining up,
Amanda
squirmed her slippery tongue into the forbidden pinhole above her.

Trevor grunted. Amanda’s fingers flickered on her clit. Her other hand wriggled two fingers deep inside her and spread them wide to stretch herself open. She was giving him an obscene eyeful while she orally serviced his perfect bum. It would be enough to make a stone statue give up its cream, she was sure of it.

Trevor babbled, ‘You fucking wonderful beautiful depraved superb little sweet-cunt witchy-fucking-slut-bitch, I’m going to …’ His words became a strained bellow.

Trevor, losing control? It should have frightened her, especially the way he was howling, but Amanda found it tremendously exciting. Hot, wet man-come flopped across Amanda’s body in a splatter from the nipple of her left breast to the crease of her right groin. That triggered her. Another orgasm ripped through her, so fast and deep she felt as if she’d been torn in two.

Trevor toppled sideways. At last, he’d climaxed. It hadn’t quite been simultaneous, but so what. It’d been absolutely glorious.

15

AMANDA WOKE WITH
her back pressed against Trevor’s solid chest. His hard and hairy thighs were curled up beneath her soft and smooth ones. His massive arm pinned her. She tried a subtle wriggle and felt his shaft, trapped between his belly and her bottom, thicken and rise.

He whispered, ‘A quickie, before breakfast?’

Amanda groaned. ‘No more! I ache all over.’

He chuckled into her hair. ‘That’s what I like to hear.’

‘What about you?’

Trevor stretched. ‘Me? I feel like a well-oiled machine. A hungry well-oiled machine.’

While Trevor took a long shower, Amanda laid out a big breakfast of free-range eggs, back bacon, wholemeal toast and a crunchy oat cereal. There was a bowl of fruit, milk and orange juice on the table and a fresh pot of coffee brewing. Amanda, not one for a big breakfast, nibbled a piece of toast and sipped a cup of tea. She wasn’t ready to indulge herself by recalling the events of last night yet; she needed to be alone for that. Oh God. Oh God Oh God Oh God. The man was a freakin’ sex machine. His plan was obvious in retrospect. Satisfy her every desire until she’s limp in your arms, let her have a little nap and then use her like a toy. ‘My little bendy doll,’ he’d said, plainly delighted. She smiled. It hurt her lips. Her hips were on fire and her groin ached. Her nipples were swollen and so, she suspected, were her insides. Her spanked bum was tender, though, interestingly, her back passage was
perfectly
fine. God. She needed him to leave so she could collapse.

But she needed him to come back, too.

‘Good morning,’ he said. He was dressed but this time there were no handcuffs dangling from his belt. He sat at the spot she’d set for him at the head of the table.

‘Coffee?’ She raised the pot.

‘You bet.’

Amanda served, though not the same way she had the night before. Here in her kitchen they were in a sort of neutral zone; neither their work personas nor their dom/sub roles were relevant. The lack of structure made her nervous.

She sipped her tea, while he ate.

‘Trevor, I have a couple of questions.’

‘Shoot.’

‘Did you ever see Roger with another woman?’

‘Hmm. I don’t like to tattle on the staff but … let’s just say he liked the circus.’

‘The girl with the candyfloss hair? I already know about Nola. Anyone else?’

Trevor shook his head. ‘But I wasn’t paying as much attention back then as I started to once you came on board.’ He grinned. ‘Next question?’

‘Last night you said I needed to be punished for corrupting young people. Was there any truth in that?’

‘Nope. Just playin’. And may I say you play very nicely.’ His eyes twinkled. He helped himself to another serving of eggs.

‘So you don’t think I’m corrupting kids?’

‘They’re young adults. Like me. I’m much younger than you are.’

‘Not
much
.’ She laughed. ‘You’re a
little
younger than I am.’

‘The bigger question is the fact that they work for you. You need to be very clear with them about that – that they are free to refuse you without losing their jobs. If they are, that is.’

‘Yes, of course. I’ve tried to be clear.’

‘And they should have safe words. Oops. Something I guess I forgot to offer you.’ He mocked chagrin. ‘I suppose it’s too late now.’ He grinned.

‘Hey, that’s right. I never even thought to insist. I even had one picked out, my first safe word ever.’

‘What is it?’

‘I thought about it a lot. It’s “potato”.’

‘Oh is that so? I’ll try doubly hard not to make you use it, now that I know what it is.’

‘Hey!’ She mocked indignation. They both laughed.

‘I’ve been a player for a long time,’ he said. ‘You’re safe with me.’

‘I know. And I knew that, last night. I always feel safe with you. Which is why I’d like you to come work for me.’

He stared at her, clearly surprised. From the look on his face, Trevor would need a moment to consider her offer.

The telephone rang, and Amanda reached for the receiver. ‘Hello.’