Eighty Days Yellow (32 page)

Eventually, Charlotte sat down next to him. As she pulled herself onto the stool, her skirt rode up and she made no effort to hide her pussy, obscenely naked, swollen, still slick with juices. Charlotte lazily spread her legs, giving him a better look.

‘There’s no need for that,’ said Dominik, glancing away.

‘Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? What did you think it would be like?’

‘Charlotte, I don’t care who you fuck. You’re free to do what you like. I thought you knew that.’

‘You cared who your precious Summer fucked.’

‘You’re not Summer.’

‘And I don’t want to be! That weak little slut. She doesn’t care about anything other than her precious violin. She was using you for it, playing you. Don’t you see that? Do you think she cared who she fucked? Gave a shit about you?’

Dominik felt a sudden desire to slap her, to watch her face flinch in pain, but he had never, and never would, hit a woman, not like that.

He got up and stalked out.

Her apology came the next day, by text message.

‘Come over?’

At least, it was likely the closest that Charlotte would ever come to an apology.

He owed her no more or less in return.

The terms of their relationship were obvious: they fucked, hurt each other. Summer was always at the centre, gone from both of their lives yet present in it every day, her absence like the open wound that neither of them was able to stop picking at.

He went over.

Fucked her again, more cruelly than ever. Again he closed his eyes and imagined that Charlotte’s hair was red instead of brown, her waist smaller and her legs shorter, her skin creamy white instead of tan, her arse curved, that she shivered under his touch. He felt his cock expand, harden within her as he thought of Summer, and was filled with anger, anger that Charlotte was not the woman he wanted her to be. He raised his hand, brought it down hard against her arse, listened to her yelp, first with surprise and then pleasure. He raised his other hand, brought it down on the other side, watched the skin redden, hit her again and again. She pressed herself back against him in delight, raised her arse in the air to be used.

He watched her thrusting towards him and again remembered how Summer’s anus had looked so inviting, how she had orgasmed for the first time for him when he had told her that he intended to make her fuck her own arse.

Dominik regretted not having broken that virgin territory of Summer’s before she had disappeared. He had been saving it, planning to keep that entrance for a ritual, just as he had been saving the shaving of her cunt for him alone.

He bent forward, spat on Charlotte’s anus to lubricate her hole, pressed his thumb gently against the circle of her sphincter and began to breach it further, surprised by her tightness. She jumped forward, pulled away from his touch, and then, when he removed his hand, she moved back again, finding his cock, directing it once more into her still wet cunt.

Dominik was surprised. Despite her open sexuality, it seemed that Charlotte was not a fan of anal sex.

He thrust his cock into Charlotte again, as hard as he could, feeling the base of his head hitting her cervix. He drifted away into his thoughts as she pumped back against him, listened to her screech out an orgasm.

He pulled out of her carefully, peeled off the condom and disposed of it discreetly, before she could notice that it was empty. He had not reached his own climax.

Charlotte draped herself over the bed lazily, and Dominik lay down beside her, running his hand up and down the smooth skin of her torso.

‘You haven’t done that before,’ she said, her voice silky, soft, full of the pleasure of a recent orgasm.

‘No,’ he replied, unable to think of anything more to say on the subject.

‘Don’t take this the wrong way . . .’

‘I won’t. What is it?’

‘What kind of dom are you? You don’t normally seem to want to . . . dominate me.’

Dominik considered. ‘I’ve never been one for the “scene”,’ he replied, ‘the trappings of it, the stereotypes. Nor do I have any interest in causing pain.’ He noted her still red backside and added, ‘Usually.’

‘Would you try it?’ she asked. ‘Humour me.’

‘What is it that you want?’ he asked, a little impatiently now.

‘Rope. A beating. Surprise me.’

‘Has it not occurred to you that instructing your dominant to dominate you is not very submissive?’

Charlotte shrugged. ‘You’re not really a dominant, though, are you?’ She was goading him now.

‘All right, then.’

‘All right?’

‘I will give you your scene.’

Dominik considered. He had no wish to hurt Charlotte. He was using her as much as she was using him. Neither did he have any wish to put on some foolish act of dominance that he didn’t feel. To begin play-acting. Their relationship had become ridiculous, sordid, a parody of itself, a mockery of what he had shared with Summer.

Even so, she pushed him, and if she pushed him, then Dominik would push back.

He waited until she was in the shower, then dipped into her oversized designer handbag for her mobile phone. As he suspected, she did not have a password. Charlotte was open in every way. He skipped by all the messages from other men, uninterested. ‘Hey, baby,’ or, ‘Hey, sexy,’ they read, one after the other.

He found Jasper’s number, jotted it down, then, once he was back home, he called.

‘Hello?’

‘Jasper?’ Dominik replied.

‘Uh. Yes?’

Jasper’s tone was uncertain. Dominik smiled to himself. This was evidently Jasper’s work phone; perhaps he was wondering whether he had a male client.

‘It’s Dominik. We met at a party recently. Charlotte was in attendance. And Summer.’

‘Oh, yes.’

Dominik felt a moment’s irritation as Jasper’s voice audibly perked up at the mention of Summer’s name.

‘How can I help?’

‘I’m planning something special for Charlotte. I think she would like it if you were in attendance. I would compensate you, of course.’

‘Then I would be delighted. When were you thinking?’

‘Tomorrow?’

Pages rustled as Jasper checked his diary.

‘I’m free, and looking forward to it.’

Dominik finalised the arrangement.

Then he texted Charlotte.

‘Tomorrow night, at yours. Be ready.’

‘Ooh, goodie,’ she replied. ‘What shall I wear?’

Dominik fought the urge to reply, ‘I don’t care.’

Then, in a rush of hurt and anger, he decided to opt for maximum humiliation: ‘A school uniform,’ he replied.

He met Jasper outside Charlotte’s flat, went over the ground rules. Dominik was in charge, at Charlotte’s request.

‘Hey, you’re paying,’ said Jasper. ‘Whatever you kinky cats want is cool with me.’

They stood on the porch together, complicit in Charlotte’s future subjugation, and rang the bell. Dominik still hadn’t invited Charlotte to his house. It didn’t feel right having her there. He wanted to keep himself private from her.

She answered the door, dressed in a tartan miniskirt, white blouse, knee-high socks and black closed-toe shoes with a low heel. Charlotte had met his request to the detail, Dominik realised, as he took in her slicked-back, high ponytail and thick-rimmed black spectacles. He had not expected that, and he was surprised by his own response. He was getting hard, achingly so. Perhaps this wouldn’t be such a chore after all.

She grinned from ear to ear when her eyes landed on Jasper, and Jasper grinned back at her, two easy conspirators in crime. Like Summer and me, Dominik thought with a pang.

‘Hello, sirs,’ Charlotte said demurely, with a slight curtsy.

‘We’ve come to punish you,’ Dominik said, ‘for being such a naughty girl.’

Dominik grimaced at the sound of his own voice, the foreign nature of those words. Charlotte’s eyes flashed with delight.

He stepped past her, into the flat, spun her round and put his hand on her lower spine. ‘Bend over,’ he said. ‘Show me your arse.’

Charlotte giggled, but was quick to follow his instruction.

Dominik circled her. Remembered, before he could push the thought away, how Summer had stood for him, bent over in the crypt, almost unwilling, perhaps afraid, but she had done as he asked anyway, because he had asked her. Why she felt bound to do so, he couldn’t say. Perhaps the motivation driving her was not so very different from the one driving him, the powerful streak of dominance within him that was so drawn to her opposite.

Charlotte began to wiggle her knees. Unlike Summer, who was locked into place as if she had been set in concrete, unable to move once she had been bidden, Charlotte was role-playing, and she was uncomfortable, impatiently awaiting his next play in this absurd game. He had half a mind to just sit down and watch Jasper fuck her. That was all she seemed to want, anyway.

But no. She had asked for domination, and domination she would have.

He hooked a finger through her panties, pulled them sharply down to her feet. Charlotte didn’t usually wear underwear. Today she was wearing a plain white cotton pair. All part of the act.

‘Spread your legs.’

She shifted her weight, tried to straighten, to stretch her back out, but Dominik refused to allow it. Each time she tried to rise, to reduce her discomfort, he pressed his hand against the small of her back and guided her down again.

He gestured to Jasper. ‘Fuck her. Right now. No prelims. No wasting time. Just do it.’

He watched as the young man produced his enormous erection and sheathed himself.

Charlotte sighed with pleasure, her discomfort forgotten, as soon as she felt Jasper’s hulking penis breach her entrance.

Dominik left them momentarily, exploring Charlotte’s bedroom until he found a bottle of lube. Cinnamon-flavoured. Typical.

He returned to the living room to find that Jasper had moved Charlotte towards the couch, so that she could support her body weight on the cushions. He guided them both back into the centre of the room. Charlotte whimpered. In pain? Dominik found that his own cock had hardened at the thought.

He squirted some lubricant onto his fingers, then laid his hand gently on her arse, separated her cheeks with his palm and inserted his index finger into her hole. Charlotte jumped and he felt her sphincter muscles tighten, gripping his digit with clamp-like strength, but she did not protest. His erection grew, expanding in response to the shrinking circle of her hole, his cock now rock hard and straining to burst out of his trousers.

Through the thin wall separating the walls of Charlotte’s anus and her vagina, Dominik could feel Jasper’s thick shaft driving in and out of her hole in the manner of a battering ram assaulting a rampart. He inserted a second finger, began to match the escort’s rhythm, fucking her arse now with increasing ferocity.

Charlotte began to wriggle, her hands unable to find purchase on the floor beneath the steady onslaught of their joint attack on her body.

He removed his fingers, very slowly, from the grip of her arsehole, feeling her muscles pulse and release as he made his exit. He gestured to Jasper to pull out.

Dominik pulled Charlotte up to standing. Her eyes were filled with tears.

‘Good girl,’ he said. ‘Now that we have loosened those nice, tight holes of yours, the real work can begin.’

Charlotte lowered her head, nodded once.

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, remembering as he did so the occasion when he had taken Summer home, carried her into his study and she had masturbated for him on his desk.

‘On all fours,’ he said to Charlotte imperiously. She complied, her head down, not looking back at him. ‘Wait here,’ he added.

Dominik turned to Jasper, who was in the process of unrolling the barrier from his cock and applying a new one. ‘Don’t touch her.’

Dominik returned to the living room, collected the lubricant and stopped by the bathroom to wash his hands. He glanced into the mirror as he did so, stared for a moment at his own reflection.

What had he become?

He pushed the feeling from his mind and returned to the bedroom, where Charlotte and Jasper were waiting, Charlotte still dressed in her school uniform outfit, her panties bunched round her ankles, the short tartan skirt cutting a line into her arse cheeks. Jasper stood to one side, completely naked now, his jeans and T-shirt folded in a tidy domestic pile on Charlotte’s dresser.

Dominik approached, took a handful of her hair in his hand and pulled her head back. ‘I’m going to fuck your arse,’ he said softly into her ear.

She did not respond. Although the displeasure painted across her face made it clear she felt she had been duped, she should not have revealed to Dominik that anal sex was particularly low on her sexual menu and that she normally actively disliked it.

He flipped up her skirt and spread her legs apart. Charlotte had such long legs that fucking her from behind was like riding a pony. He ran his finger through the folds of her labia, dipping a finger into her hole. She was wet, still slippery from her fuck with Jasper, who was now standing stock still by Charlotte, silent, his member standing to full attention.

Dominik squeezed a liberal dose of lubricant onto Charlotte’s arsehole, watched her shiver in response to the cold sensation, felt himself get hard again in response.

He unbuckled his belt. Dominik was still fully clothed.

He pulled out his cock, brought it to the base of her opening so that he could feel the heat radiating from her hole to him. Then he considered, rolled a condom onto his shaft and pushed the head of his cock gently against her sphincter, struggling to find purchase.

‘Relax, sweet Charlotte,’ he said.

Jasper leaned forward and stroked her hair. ‘It’s OK, babe,’ he said.

Dominik looked across at Charlotte and Jasper. She had laid her head against him, her face now relaxed, resting gently against his torso. He was lightly stroking her hair.

Romantic, Dominik thought, realizing that he had been completely forgotten, he was adding nothing more to the scene than any other cock would. He could have just as easily been a dildo, any other person wearing a strap-on.