Haven Of Obedience (21 page)

Standing behind her, Simon reached over until his hands rested on her shoulders. Then, very tenderly, he stroked her tightly tethered body. He moved his hands in a steady rhythm, gliding his fingers over her flesh, and occasionally he moved round to the front of her so that he could fondle her breasts.

At first, probably because she was being watched, Natalie was in no danger of climaxing. But as the minutes passed and Simon’s clever, knowing fingers kneaded her sensitive breasts and stroked her lower belly beneath the bar, so the first tingles of excitement coursed through her.

Once again Simon used his mouth on her breasts. This time when her nipples swelled he nibbled on them with his teeth, causing her to draw in her breath sharply with excitement.

Walking behind her again he slid a hand beneath her. She felt him spreading a thick cream over her vulva, covering her inner sex lips and her clitoris before moving upwards, parting her buttocks so that he could spread the lubricant around the entrance to her rectum.

It felt delicious. The moist coolness of the lotion, combined with the sensual movements of his fingers, quickly had her writhing in ecstasy. She felt her body tightening as her climax grew nearer.

‘She’s going to come,’ murmured one of the spectators. The words only increased Natalie’s excitement.

‘Be careful,’ Simon cautioned her softly, but she
realised that he knew she couldn’t control herself. Her breasts were swollen and throbbing, her flesh consumed with need. Then she felt him up against her and knew that he’d freed himself so that the tip of his erection was nudging against her outer sex lips, sliding smoothly between them as her body sucked him deep inside her. As he moved rapidly in and out, taking care to stimulate her G-spot with every stroke, she felt a heavy pulse throbbing behind her clitoris – and then, without any warning, she climaxed and the delicious hot pulsations of release overwhelmed her.

Simon, who hadn’t come, withdrew. When he spoke his voice was cool and detached. ‘As you can see,’ he said to the excited spectators, ‘she failed to control herself. Now, in acknowledgement of her failure to be obedient, she’ll ask me to punish her.’

Natalie, who was still being shaken by the occasional final flickers of her orgasm, couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask for punishment, but the words failed to come. Even now, at this late stage in her training, it was still asking too much of her.

She didn’t want to be punished, didn’t see why she should be, because all she’d done was allow her sexuality to take over. The pleasure that she’d had was pleasure that Simon had tutored her body to need. It wasn’t
her
fault that she’d come, it was
his
– his, and the rules at The Haven.

The room was very quiet. Tension filled the air as everyone waited to see whether or not she would carry out Simon’s instructions. ‘I’m waiting, Natalie,’ said Simon coldly, and she could hear an edge of irritation in his voice.

She still couldn’t bring herself to utter the words, to be so completely subjugated to Simon’s will, and he put his hand on her lower back. She could feel the
tension in his fingers and suddenly understood then that this was as big a test for him as for her. If she didn’t do as she was told, if she failed, then Simon had failed too, because her training had been in his hands. For his sake as well as for her own, she had to obey.

‘I’m sorry I came,’ she whispered. ‘Please punish me for not controlling myself better.’

‘Believe me, I will,’ said Simon. Natalie flinched at the tone of his voice.

The atmosphere in the room was electric as the spectators, along with Natalie, waited to see what her punishment would be. For what seemed an eternity she was left in suspense. Then she heard a tapping sound as something hard touched the beam next to her.

‘Can you guess what this is?’ asked Simon.

Natalie could. She was certain that it was the handle of a riding crop. Immediately, her body grew tight with fear as Simon’s left hand moved over her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. Then, after a pause that was scarcely endurable, she felt a sharp stinging sensation just beneath the cheeks of her bottom. It wasn’t really a pain, but it stung and she squealed as the crop struck again, only this time a fraction higher.

In all the crop rose and fell six times, and never in the same place twice. By the time Simon had flicked the whip for the final time Natalie’s skin felt as though it was glowing fiery red. The heat excited her so that she wriggled against the bar, trying to increase the pressure on her belly because her wanton body was looking for pleasure.

Natalie was shocked at herself. How could she have become so depraved, she wondered. How could anyone find pleasure in humiliation and discomfort? She didn’t know the answer, she only knew the truth. Which was that the whole scenario was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

Once the punishment had finished, Simon brought two young women forward from the group of spectators. ‘Natalie has always thought that she knew what was best for her body,’ he explained. ‘And I know from your records that you two believe this as well. If it’s true then she should find it almost impossible to resist your attempts to pleasure her.’

‘You mean we’re to make her come?’ asked one of the girls.

‘If you can. But, of course, Natalie will try to resist.’

Natalie bit on her lower lip in despair as one of the girls drew the tip of a pointed fingernail around each of Natalie’s areolae. ‘I know how lovely this feels,’ whispered the girl. ‘It will make you feel so good. Then, when your nipples are hard, I shall pinch them. It will be perfect – wait and see.’

Her words drove Natalie almost insane with desire because they were so true. As the girl’s fingernail delicately touched the rapidly swelling flesh, Natalie felt herself growing damp between her thighs. As soon as her nipples hardened and the girl pinched them, she was pierced by an exquisite sensation of aching pleasure that had her struggling frantically to subdue her rapidly building climax.

It was at this point, just when she was at her most vulnerable, that the other girl managed to position herself so that she was able to open up Natalie’s sex lips with her hands. She then caressed the needy, damp flesh with the delicate touch of her tongue.

‘No, please!’ cried Natalie. ‘It feels too good. I know I’m going to come.’

‘You should have better control than that by now,’ said Simon sternly, and she wished that he was right. She didn’t want to come again, didn’t want to be punished in front of all these people. But she was so excited that it was impossible to distract herself. As the
second girl’s tongue swirled lightly on the tip of Natalie’s clitoris her whole body went rigid, and she cried out as a climax flooded through her.

The first girl continued caressing and fondling Natalie’s breasts until her body was completely still. ‘That sounded good,’ she murmured. ‘Why is it that men can’t give us that kind of pleasure?’

Natalie didn’t answer because she now knew that the girl was wrong. Some men
could
give her as much pleasure as that – but only if she was willing to let them.

‘Another failure,’ said Simon heavily. ‘You know what to do.’

Natalie wondered how many times this was going to happen. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said, her voice almost breaking with despair. ‘I tried, truly I did.’

‘Not hard enough,’ he commented.

This time she didn’t have to wait very long to find out what her punishment would be. A few seconds later Simon parted the cheeks of her bottom and she felt the tip of a soft, jelly-like vibrating probe being pressed against the opening to her rectum. Because of the ointment that he’d smoothed on earlier it slid in easily. As it vibrated inside her, arousing her already over-stimulated nerve endings, the initial discomfort quickly passed and her body responded by giving Natalie yet another orgasm. She frantically tried to disguise it, both from Simon and from the spectators.

‘It seems you’ve grown to like being punished,’ Simon whispered as he finally withdrew the merciless probe. ‘I’m going to climax inside you now, but you’re still not to come. Is that understood?’

‘Yes.’

As the spectators watched in excited silence, Simon drove into her once more. This time he started with a slow rhythm, sliding gently in and out of her and
rotating his hips so that every part of her was stimulated. Her stomach swelled, the pressure from the beam only increasing the tight heaviness inside her belly. She was amazed at how quickly her pleasure began to build again, but determined that this time Simon wouldn’t triumph. She
would
control herself, no matter what he did to her.

Gradually the tempo of Simon’s thrusts quickened until he was driving in and out of Natalie hard and fast, the front of his hips slamming against her buttocks with every forward movement. Very soon she was perilously close to the point of no return. Realising this, she waited until he was deep inside her, then clenched her pelvic muscles tightly around him, squeezing him in a series of rapid muscular spasms.

She heard the breath catch in his throat, and knew that she was forcing him to climax before he wanted. He struggled to delay his own orgasm, but as she tightened herself around him again she knew that he wouldn’t last very much longer. Unfortunately, every time she milked him her own pleasure was heightened. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead to the floor as she grew hot and slippery with need. Suddenly, she felt the first tingles of her climax and knew that she was now past the point of no return. She was about to cry out in despair – but then, with a muffled groan, Simon spilt himself inside her and at last she was safe.

Still afraid of being punished, she waited as long as she could, her body poised at the delicious pinnacle of pleasure. ‘You can come now,’ said Simon, his voice thick with passion. ‘You outlasted me.’ As he spoke he reached round in front of her and dug his fingers hard into her right breast. Immediately her third – and most intense – orgasm flooded through her, only this time it was all right. Because this time there would be no punishment.

For several minutes Natalie lay slumped against the beam, her breathing rapid, her muscles limp and exhausted. ‘Is that it?’ she heard one of the watching men ask.

‘I think it is,’ said another, in a regretful voice.

‘Let’s see what’s going on in the other rooms, then.’

Within seconds the dark, windowless room was empty except for Natalie and Simon. She felt his hands unfastening the cuffs that were tying her wrists to her ankles and then he was helping her up, massaging her muscles as she tried to straighten her back.

‘You’re wonderful,’ he said quietly. ‘Absolutely magnificent.’

‘I did it for you,’ she replied.

He nodded. ‘I know.’

‘You
do
feel something for me, don’t you?’ asked Natalie.

‘It isn’t allowed,’ said Simon slowly.

‘That’s not what I asked you.’

‘Perhaps I do. But there’s nothing we can do about it. I don’t want to lose my job here.’

‘Not even if you get a good job in journalism?’ she asked.

‘I don’t think I want to know what you mean by that,’ said Simon. ‘I’ll take you upstairs now – unless you want to look at some of the other things that are going on down here?’

‘I don’t need to,’ said Natalie. ‘I think I’ve learned everything that I needed to from my two weekends at The Haven. What I really want to do is shower and rest.’

‘That sounds like a good idea,’ agreed Simon. ‘I tell you what, I’ll bring you something to eat in about an hour. You didn’t have breakfast, remember?’

‘That would be nice,’ said Natalie, managing to keep the excitement out of her voice. It was now clear to her
that Simon was as attracted to her as she was to him. What wasn’t clear was how their relationship could progress. Because her stay was nearly over.

‘DELICIOUS!’ EXCLAIMED NATALIE, AFTER she’d
wolfed down the ham salad and drunk the glass of wine that Simon had brought her.

‘I would have brought you more. But I knew you wouldn’t want to be too full, because of this afternoon.’

Natalie frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I thought you knew what happened on your final afternoon here,’ said Simon. ‘Rob Gill likes to see for himself how much his clients have benefited from the course, no matter who their tutor is. He and Sue will devote themselves to pleasuring you. The important thing is that you remember not to take the initiative at any point. He simply wants to make sure that you no longer try and keep control during sex.’

‘Will you be there?’

‘I’ll be watching, but I’m not allowed to join in. It’s the time when I evaluate your progress, for my notes.’

‘I see,’ said Natalie slowly. She didn’t know whether to be pleased or not. In a way she was excited, because it would be yet another new experience for her. On the other hand, she was no longer really interested in anyone but Simon. However, in order to complete the
course satisfactorily, and get the list of members, Rob Gill would have to be content with her progress. Clearly this was the only way in which he could truly test it.

A short time later she accompanied Simon to a small lounge at the back of the house. The door had a notice reading ‘Staff Only’ on it and there, waiting for her in the middle of the room, was Rob Gill.

He smiled at her, his piercing blue eyes approving. ‘I watched you this morning. You’ve come a long way,’ he congratulated her.

‘Yes, thanks to Simon and your programme.’

‘Would you consider yourself a satisfied customer?’

Natalie nodded. ‘I certainly would.’

‘That’s excellent news. Sue and I are going to ensure that you’re satisfied in every way before you actually leave here. From this moment give yourself over to me. Together with Sue, I’ll take the responsibility for your pleasure. I’m sure you won’t fail your tutor now. I know how much Simon means to you.’

A warning note sounded in Natalie’s brain. ‘He’s certainly been a good tutor,’ she agreed.

Rob didn’t answer. ‘Sue, would you undress Natalie, please?’