At Her Command (5 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

Her phone rang at 1:15, as they approached
Washington Circle. “I saw you looking at me,” she told the caller.
“No, I consider it a compliment when a handsome man notices me...
He’s not my husband... I’m divorced... Come over now... Dupont
Circle. Felipe, I like that.” Nathan held his breath as she gave
the caller her address.

“I’m going to change into something more
appropriate when we get home,” she said as he pulled into the
driveway. “Pull up and leave room for Felipe.” He killed the engine
and walked around to open her door. “You’ll be serving us drinks,
Nathan-- oh, and some crackers and that good Brie.” She turned as
she walked past him into the foyer. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds
and her cheeks glowed from the after dinner champagne. “I want you
naked, Nathan. I want to show Felipe just how much power I have
over men.” She handed him her mink jacket and walked up the stairs.
Her straight back and perfect posture gave her a regal quality that
was only accented by her hairstyle and long elegant neck. Jealousy,
envy, intense love, and hatred whirled inside him, roiling his
guts. He hung up their coats, turned up the thermostat, and
undressed in the guest room.

He’d put the Brie on a plate and surrounded
it with poppy seed crackers when she entered the kitchen. The sight
of her in a black, lace, see-through baby doll, made him gasp and
drop the box of crackers. She towered over him in clear Lucite
sandals with five-inch heels as he bent to pick them up. “I want
you in the room with us unless you’re getting drinks.” He stepped
back as she opened a towel and showed him a black semi-automatic
pistol. “Know how to use one of these?”

“What are you doing with that thing? Is it
registered?”

“Of course it’s registered. I’m an officer of
the court. Do you know how to shoot? Have you ever fired a
pistol?”

“I fired my dad’s revolver when I was a
kid.”

“This is insurance, just in case my vibe on
Felipe was wrong. All you have to do is point it at him and he’ll
stop whatever he’s doing.”

“Is there a safety?”

“The safety is off.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“They won’t fire if you keep your finger off
the trigger. If you have to point it at him, keep your finger
outside of the trigger guard. If you need to fire, pull the trigger
and hold tight. It semiautomatic and reloads and cocks itself.” She
placed the towel with the pistol next to the breadbox and walked
out of the kitchen. Nathan stared at her perfectly symmetrical
buttocks, exposed by the thong panties and sighed, and then stared
at the towel as if it contained a venomous snake.

The doorbell startled him, jarring him from
his semi-automatic pistol induced trance. He padded meekly past the
couch where Bridget relaxed to the door. Nathan peered through the
viewer. Felipe rocked from one foot to the other in the chilly
December air. Nathan unlocked the door and stepped back as he
pulled it open, obscuring his nude body from their guest and the
street. The young man stepped in and immediately focused on
Bridget. She rose and walked slowly forward.

“Hello, Felipe, I’m so glad you came.” She
kissed his cheek. “Please, take off your coat.” When she handed it
to Nathan, the young man jumped.

“Hey, lady, I don’t do that,” he said staring
at Nathan, who was holding the coat in front of his naked body.
“I’m not gay. You said he wasn’t your husband.” Bridget laughed. A
hot wave of shame washed over Nathan.

“He’s not. He’s my slave.”

“You make him wear that thing?”

“Yes.”

“Why does he let you?”

“Because he’ll do anything to please me, even
if it means making himself suffer.”

“Do you and him, ah... you know.”

“You mean do I let him fuck me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I let him fuck me once, and that’s all it
took to turn him into my slave. Think you’re strong enough to fuck
me and stay free?” The young man looked Nathan up and down as he
stared at the floor, face burning and his anus clenching his butt
plug. The young man smiled.

“Sure.”

“Get us a bottle of Merlot and the Brie,
slave.” Nathan quietly padded into the kitchen and carried in a
tray. He half filled both glasses and knelt beside the couch at
Bridget’s feet. He stared down at the carpet as they made small
talk, sipping wine and eating crackers and cheese. He turned his
head slightly when the talking stopped and Bridget sighed. Felipe
had his hand inside the baby doll, caressing her breasts as they
kissed. Her delicate fingers rubbed the bulge in his uniform pants.
He gently removed her top, revealing her large, milky white
breasts. The contrast with her tan made them look even fairer. She
moaned when he took her nipples in his mouth. Nathan held his
breath as she lowered his zipper and freed his hard,
caramel-colored cock.

Felipe rose and unbuttoned his shirt
revealing a smooth, chiseled chest. He flung his shirt on the
floor, stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his trousers and
briefs at the same time. He pulled off his socks one at a time and
stood upright, his stiff, eight-inch cock pointing at the ceiling.
Nathan turned his head. Bridget’s eyes widened. Her beautiful face
and neck were slightly flushed from wine and lust. Her eyes
sparkled as Felipe sat beside her and their bare thighs touched.
She ran her fingertips over his muscular chest and pressed her lips
to his nipple. She stood as he removed her black thong panties,
revealing her smooth vulva. Her pulled her to him and kissed her,
just below her navel.

Nathan met her gaze, his heart burning in his
chest as she smiled and puckered her lips in a faux kiss. “Bring me
a condom, Nathan.” Nathan watched them embrace with the urgency of
lovers who are about to part forever. Bridget was on her knees with
her back to him when Nathan came down the stairs. His anus
reflexively tightened against the stainless steel butt plug as his
caged cock twitched up and down. Felipe deftly held her head with
his fingertips as he faced the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly
open. Nathan placed a condom and lube on the end table, and watched
Bridget sucking Felipe’s hard cock with relish, taking it deep in
her throat, her full lips pressed tight against his thick shaft.
She pulled free, held it with both hands, and pressed the large,
mushroom-shaped head to her lips.

“Open the condom, slave.” Felipe’s light
brown cock glistened from her saliva. Nathan tore open the packet.
“Hand me the lube.” He handed Bridget the squeeze bottle. She
squirted a generous amount into her palm and coated Felipe’s rock
hard cock. “Now put it on.” Nathan froze. He met Felipe’s glazed
eyes, looking for signs of anger or aggression. Felipe seemed to be
in a trance. “Put it on him, slave.” Nathan knelt beside her. He’d
never touched another man, never been this close to another naked
man. He held the latex condom with both hands as he stared at
Felipe’s hard eight-inch cock. It made Bridget’s fingers look even
more delicate. He looked away as he stretched the latex over the
large spongy head. His anus flexed as he rolled it down the hard
shaft.

Bridget rubbed the rest of the lube on the
condom and mounted the couch on her knees, straddling Felipe’s
hips. “I want you to hold Felipe’s cock and guide it into my pussy,
the pussy you’ll never have.” Nathan’s chest felt like it might
explode as he held Felipe’s hard cock with his fingertips and
watched it enter Bridget’s wet vagina. She moaned as she lowered
herself on the thick shaft. “Oh Felipe, your cock is so much bigger
than my slave’s.”

Nathan watched them on his knees. Bridget
rode up and down on Felipe’s hard cock as he sucked her nipples and
caressed her bottom. He began to move his hips involuntarily,
almost mimicking Bridget’s movements, as his anus clenched warm
steel and his imprisoned cock flexed. He couldn’t look away as she
thrust his cock inside her. Nathan caressed his own nipples. His
gyrations accelerated and his breathing became shallow and rapid.
It wasn’t an orgasm. That was impossible. Semen dripped from
Nathan’s caged penis and began to flow. Three weeks worth of semen
dribbled out the front of the Steelheart, onto the hardwood floor
as he rubbed and pinched his nipples. Bridget climaxed and fell
against Felipe’s chest as Nathan tipped over on the floor and lay
panting, staring at the puddle of semen.

It was several minutes before Bridget
stirred. Nathan watched Felipe’s flaccid, condom covered cock slide
out of Bridget’s vagina. She placed one hand on Felipe’s shoulder
and rose. Nathan got to his knees as Felipe rose and stood over
him. He watched in horror as Bridget deftly slid the condom off
Felipe’s limp cock, holding it carefully to preserve Felipe’s seed.
“Open up, slave. I want you to taste cum from a real man. Her eyes
flashed as Nathan fought against every instinct to obey her. His
focus moved from her sparkling eyes to Felipe’s malignant smirk, to
the glistening, bulging latex condom. Nathan looked up, closed his
eyes, and opened his mouth like a baby bird. He gagged as warm,
thick semen ran over his lips and tongue. Bridget giggled. “Clean
up, slave. We’re going to bed.” He watched them climb the stairs.
Felipe’s large hand held Bridget’s slim waist.

CHAPTER FIVE

Bridget ordered Nathan to sell his condo and
move in with her on the 180th and final day of his slave contract.
“We’re going to be married Friday,” she said, as casually as if she
was telling him about an office party. She held up her hand so he
could see the two-carat diamond engagement ring on her finger. A
mixture of joy, pride, and fear swelled his chest. “I thought about
a honeymoon someplace warm, perhaps a clothing optional resort.”
Her words washed away the joy and pride, leaving only the fear.

“Clothing optional, as in nudist?” Nathan’s
voice went up an octave. Bridget giggled.

“That’s nineteen eighties terminology;
clothing optional means what it says. Wear clothes if it’s cold or
inconvenient to be nude.”

“But what about my... you know the
Steelheart?” Her smile answered his question. He was to be her
husband in the eyes of the law, but in reality was still just her
slave, a possession whom she relished humiliating.

“But I decided to attend Dark Quest
instead.”

“Dark Quest?”

“It’s a weekend long BDSM convention, here in
town.”

“BDSM convention?”

“Yes. There are workshops, shows, and
socials. We can learn about domination and submission from some of
he best.” Nathan was almost relieved to be spending his honeymoon
at a fetish convention rather than a nude beach, where the whole
world would witness his chastity. He wondered what anyone could
teach Bridget about dominating a man.

*****

Nathan stared at the computer screen.
Imagine exploring the many facets of your sexuality, in an
intimate community of like-minded people
. “Jesus, they’ve
rented the whole hotel,” he whispered aloud. He looked at the
sidebar.
Overflow hotel number two now available!
He jumped
when his telephone rang.

“Mr. Scott,” his secretary Karen said. “It’s
Ms. Kelly.” He rose from his desk and closed the door.

“Have you made our reservation for Dark
Quest?”

“Uh, I was doing it when you called.”

“I told you to do it last week, so we
wouldn’t end up in the overflow hotel.” Nathan gulped and rubbed
his eyes.

“I got so busy, it slipped my mind,” he
stammered. “I’ll make the reservation now.”

“Does the website mention an overflow hotel?”
Perspiration trickled down Nathan’s side.

“Two of them...”

“Damn it, slave,” she hissed. “Register now
and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m...I’m sorry, mistress,” he choked.

“You’ll be sorrier tonight when I punish
you.” She hung up, leaving him holding the phone against his ear as
his stomach churned.

*****

Bridget wasn’t home from when he entered the
house. He undressed, inserted his stainless steel butt-plug, and
started dinner. He tried to ignore the eight-hundred pound gorilla
sitting at the kitchen table, watching him fixing a salad.
“
You’ll be sorrier tonight when I punish you
.” Each time her
words came to mind, the same sick feeling he had in his office
washed over him. Karen had asked if he was feeling okay. One of the
paralegals told him he looked pale. Bridget walked in the door at
seven-fifteen. She dropped her coat and briefcase on the chair and
walked upstairs. He hung her coat in the closet and placed her
briefcase next to the hall table.

He knelt when she walked in the kitchen,
clasped his elbows behind his back, and stared at the ceramic tile
floor. Bridget walked past him, opened the refrigerator, and poured
a glass of wine. He heard her open the cutlery drawer. He stole a
glance as she peeled a ginger root and placed it in a glass of cold
water. “Go upstairs and get one of my dirty gym socks out of the
hamper. They are on top. Bring the sock and the black leather belt
hanging on the rack on my closet door.

Nathan felt a rock in his stomach as he
quietly walked up the stairs. Was he afraid of the punishment he
was about to face, or was it the power that this woman had over
him? In six months she had taken complete control of his life. He
was powerless to resist. He opened the hamper and saw the crumpled
white socks with tiny pompoms. He removed one and brought it to his
lips. Her scent entered his nostrils and went right to his caged
penis, causing it to twitch in its cage, as his anus clenched the
butt-plug.

His heart began to race the minute he opened
the closet door and saw the black patent leather belt, hanging on a
hook. She’d worn it with a white blouse and gray slacks to a dinner
party. He felt dry-mouthed and swallowed hard as he walked into the
living room and saw her sitting on the couch with her glass of
wine, dressed in black leather pants and a leather halter-top. Her
ice water blue eyes bore into him as he crossed the room. Nathan
spotted the ginger root immersed in a juice glass of water on the
coffee table.