Fifty Days of Sin (21 page)

“Oh, Adam, it’s beautiful!” I
exclaim.

He puts his hands on my
shoulders and pulls me to my feet. Then suddenly he’s kissing me,
hard, twisting his hand in my hair to hold my head firmly in place
as he explores my mouth with his tongue. His fingers are meshed so
far into my hair that it’s just on the edge of pulling hard enough
to hurt. Then, deliberately, he bites my lip and I cry out in
surprise more than pain.

“Did I give you permission to
call me ‘Adam’?” he asks.

“No, sir,” I reply, realising my
mistake. But if that kiss was my punishment, perhaps I should
forget the correct mode of address more often.

“You will remember to call me
‘sir’ from now on,” he commands. “Otherwise I’ll be very displeased
with you.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” I reply
meekly.

“Now strip. You’re going to wear
this.”

I do his bidding, first taking
off the simple black dress I selected for tonight, then I glance up
at Adam as I remove my bra. My nipples are already hard and I can
feel wetness beginning to pool between my legs just from the one
brief, hard kiss that Adam has seen fit to bestow on me. I can see
from the look on his face that he’s noticed my erect nipples. He
looks powerful, in control. He knows exactly how to play me, how to
tease, how to arouse, how to wring the maximum pleasure from my
willing body. He knows how, and he’s going to do it tonight.

Slowly, still looking up at
Adam, I roll down my holdups and one after the other, peeling them
off and throwing them to the floor. I’m naked now all but my
knickers, so I pull them down the length of my legs and step out of
them, leaving myself completely naked and exposed to his hungry
eyes.

He just stands looking at me, so
I put the corset down on the bed and look at the thong. The satin
ties are already tied, so I step into it and pull it up. Then I
reach for the corset.

“Here,” he says, taking it from
me. “Turn around.”

I obey and he places the
luxurious undergarment, unlaced, on my front, pulling the sides
around to meet at the back. Then I feel him start to work on the
corset behind me, and I can tell that he’s secured the top laces.
His hands work steadily to pull the garment together, and then I
feel his hands at the small of my back where the laces tie up at
the bottom.

Then I gasp as I feel him start
to pull them tight. I had not expected it to feel like this. He
tugs at the laces firmly and I feel the corset constricting me as
he progresses further down my back, trussing me up like a bird
ready for the oven.

At last he’s finished and he
puts his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face him so he
can admire his handiwork.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says,
tenderly stroking my cheek with his finger. I shiver at his
touch.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re not finished yet,” he
tells me. “You missed something in the box. Go on, look.”

I pick up the box again and
delve inside. He’s right, there’s a pair of sheer silk stockings
inside. “Put them on,” he instructs and I sit down on the edge of
the bed to smooth them up over the skin of my legs. All the while,
the corset, pulled tight as it is, constricts my movements and my
breathing as if the underwear itself is an instrument of bondage.
It feels incredibly sexy.

I take hold of one of the
suspenders attached to the bottom of the corset and clumsily try to
hold the stocking up with it. My hands are trembling now, thinking
of what Adam’s going to do to me in this fantastic outfit, how
he’ll hurt and tease and pleasure me once he’s untied the sides of
this skimpy thong, and I’m painfully aware of him standing over me
watching. I hear him tut.

“If you can’t do it quicker than
that, Justine, I’m going to have to punish you,” he says, shaking
his head.

My heart quickening, I try again
and suppress a cry of triumph as I manage to fix the first
suspender. The second, at the front of my other thigh, is easier,
and I stand to twist round and fumble with the two suspenders at
the back.

Reaching around and trying my
best to get them fixed, I seem to be all fingers and thumbs. “One
more minute, Justine, I’m timing you,” threatens Adam, and
thankfully I quickly succeed in attaching my left stocking with the
rear suspender too. Then I turn and try the final one, fiddling
with it until it’s in place. I turn around to look at Adam with a
smile of sheer relief.

“Fifty-two seconds,” he
pronounces, looking at his watch. “You’re lucky, Justine. I won’t
punish you. Yet.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Have you any idea how desirable
you look in that corset, Justine?” he asks, his grey eyes dark with
desire.

“No, sir.”

“You know, you have the most
beautiful mouth.” He touches my bottom lip lightly with his finger,
stroking it gently, and then he caresses my cheek. “First, Justine,
I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

“Thank you, sir,” I respond
subserviently.

“Kneel,” he commands.

I kneel, and unzip his jeans.
He’s hard, really hard, and I touch him. Oh, how I love the feel of
his erection in my hand. The focus, the proof of his desire for me,
standing proud and waiting for me to please him.

I take the tip of his erection
into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the head and hearing an
answering groan of pleasure. Then I start to move, licking and
sucking gently at first. Up and down, up and down, I pull him
deeper into my mouth so I can feel him filling it all the way to
the back of my throat. With every movement, I lick the tip to
increase his pleasure, and then I take him inside my mouth further
still, faster, swirling my tongue around the end each time and
sucking hard.

I feel his shaft thicken and
then he’s gripping my hair with his hands, pushing me down harder
still as he nears the peak of his ecstasy. I hear him cry out and
at last I feel him come in my mouth. I swallow the salty liquid
with a feeling of triumph, exulting in the pleasure I’ve elicited,
and then take him out of my mouth, sitting back on my heels and
looking up at him. I know Adam must have smudged my lipstick and my
hair will be messed up from having his hands tangling in it and
pushing my head down to suck him harder. With my wild hair, dressed
in this exquisite corset, I feel beautiful, desirable, debased at
his feet. I’m revelling in the submissive role he wants me to play.
Kneeling at his feet like a slave, completely subservient, I feel
abandoned, wanton, and sexy as hell.

“This is only the start,” he
promises in a low voice, his breathing still fast in the aftermath
of his orgasm. “Now kneel on the bed. On all fours.”

I hurry to obey him, climbing up
onto the bed and arranging myself how he’s instructed me. Then I
feel his fingers touching me through the fabric of the thong. I
moan softly with pleasure as he strokes my sex, feeling my wetness
through the silky material, and then his hands are either side of
the skimpy garment, pulling at the bows. He unties them and lets
the thong fall onto the bed. Now I’m trussed up in this corset on
all fours, with my sex brazenly naked to Adam’s gaze – and Adam’s
touch, as he slides his finger inside me.

“You’re very wet,” he says,
moving inside me. I try to grind myself against him to increase the
penetration. I’m desperately turned on but I’m sure he’s not going
to allow me to come yet. He slides out and uses his wet finger to
start to massage my clitoris. His touch makes me moan loudly and I
hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Oh, yes, Justine, I know
how much you like this. But you’ll have to wait.” He takes away his
hand, as I knew he would, and I’m left aching for him. “Maybe some
chastisement will help you learn to be more patient.”

He crosses to the door and turns
to look at me, his hand on the handle. “Stay exactly how you are,”
he instructs me.

He leaves, shutting the door
behind him, and I’m desperate to know what he’s going to fetch.
After the riding crop and the paddle, what could he have planned
now? My heart is thumping and my breath is coming fast as I wait,
not daring to move. It feels like he’s been gone for a very long
time. At last I hear him open the door. I look round, breathless
with anticipation.

It’s not Adam.

My heart seems to stop as I see
the door open and a woman enters the room. Medium height and very
slender, she has a pretty, delicate face and shining blonde hair.
Dimly, my shocked brain registers that she’s carrying a small whip,
and is dressed in a corset too, a red one, with stockings and
suspenders just like mine, and red lacy knickers. Adam follows her
into the room, smiling.

For a moment I freeze. I am so
astonished that all I can do is gape.

“Justine, this is Natasha,” says
Adam. “You’re going to stay kneeling for me while Natasha punishes
you.”

Then suddenly, life seems to
return to me. “No!” I rage, and then I’m off the bed, wildly
grabbing my dress and holding it up to cover my nakedness where
Adam took off my thong. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I scream at Adam.

“Justine -” he starts, his face
a picture of horror. Did he think I was going to like this?

“Get out,” I shout at the blonde
girl, who is also looking shocked to the core. “Get out, do you
hear me? I never want to see your face again.” Then I look down at
the dress, at my body in the corset, and I feel hot tears of shame
well in my eyes. “Adam, how could you do this?” I’m completely
mortified. This girl has seen me in the most humiliating situation,
positioned like an animal, my sex exposed to her eyes. And what is
she to Adam? Does he do what he does to me, to this girl too?

The girl in the red corset is
still frozen to the spot. Adam turns to her. “Go on, you’d better
go. I’m sorry, Natasha.”

She leaves, shutting the door
softly behind her, and I reach for the knickers that I was wearing
when I arrived, hurriedly putting them on. I feel at such a
disadvantage half-naked in front of Adam. I sit down on the edge of
the bed, trembling and deathly cold.

“Justine, I’m so sorry. You said
you fantasised about other women – I thought you would like
it.”

“Like it?” I ask, incredulous. I
remember the conversation we had in bed when I told him what I
thought about when I made myself come. I shudder at the thought of
what I told him. “It was a fantasy, Adam. Not real life.”

“But you told me about your
fantasies where you’re tied up, and punished, and you loved it when
I did that to you,” he says, looking puzzled and hurt.

“That’s different,” I rage.
“That’s just you on your own. It’s you I wanted, not someone else
too. Especially a girl. How could you think that I’d like another
woman to see me like that? And what about when I said I fantasized
about being shared between more than one man? Did you think you’d
get a couple of mates round to fuck me too? And who is she?”

He sits down on the bed, looking
weary. “She’s someone I’ve been seeing. I met her before I met
you.”

“So when you’re not with me,
you’re fucking her?” I demand. I feel sick to the stomach.
Frantically, I try to loosen the ties of the corset behind my back.
I’ve got to get this thing off me.

“Sometimes,” he admits. “But you
have other sexual partners. If you hadn’t told me that you have
other boyfriends there’s no way on earth that I’d have carried on
seeing Natasha.”

I put my head in my hands and
groan. “Oh, God.” I can feel the tears seeping into my fingers.

“Actually, I only really carried
on seeing her because you told me about your fantasies,” he
continues sheepishly. “I was only really keeping it going with her
so we could do this kind of... punishment threesome.”

“Ugh,” I cry out, filled with
disgust. I look at him with my tear-stained face and shake my head
in disbelief. “You strung her along just to bring her over and whip
me?”

He looks guilty as hell. “I
know, it wasn’t really the right thing to do. I shouldn’t have
treated her like that.”

Suddenly I’m furious again.
“Shouldn’t have treated her like that? I don’t give a flying fuck
about her! You shouldn’t have treated me like that, Adam. Did it
never occur to you to explore the idea of introducing a third
person into our relationship a bit less suddenly? Did you have to
wait until I was kneeling on your bed with no knickers on?”

“I can only say I’m sorry,
Justine. I thought it would turn you on. I really did. I never
wanted to upset you like this.”

“There’s a difference between
fantasy and reality, Adam. What I told you about - it’s pretend.
Can’t you see that? And the things we’ve been doing together only
work when we trust each other. You’ve broken my trust in you.” I
look down at the floor, desolate. “And I can’t believe you’ve been
sleeping with someone else all this time.”

Now Adam looks angry. “You’ve
got no right to say that,” he says, his mouth grim. “Right from the
start you told me you have other men and I accepted that. I
wouldn’t have, not from anyone else, but I didn’t want to lose you.
So you really can’t accuse me of doing something wrong here.”

“But I’m not seeing other people
now,” I wail. “I’ve been afraid to tell you.” The tears are falling
fast now. “Ever since we first went to bed together, it’s only been
you. I don’t want anyone else any more.” I stifle a sob.
“Especially not Natasha.”

“Oh, Justine,” he says, putting
an arm around me. “How was I to know?”

I shake him off and stand. I
can’t bear the feel of him right now, not after what he’s done to
me. “Don’t you touch me,” I hiss. “Yes, I should have told you. No,
I can’t blame you for seeing that girl behind my back.” I’m trying
to loosen the corset again, to no avail. “But I can fucking well
blame you for bringing her here without asking me first. My God,
Adam, there’s no way back for us now. Ugh!” I exclaim in
frustration and give up on removing the corset, instead grabbing my
dress. I hurriedly put it on over the underwear that Adam gave me,
then grab my discarded shoes, and run out of the bedroom door.