Heart of Stone (6 page)

“
Um...okay? Tyra came over
to him and helped. “So, um, this is your job then?” She unhooked
the costume, despite her confused feelings she paused momentarily
to touch his smooth warm skin.

Simon turned to face her,
gently caressing her cheek. “It’s more than my job Tyra, its part
of the way assigned to me by my spiritual mentor Meta, Thex’s
father. I’ve been a
kadesh
, sacred whore all my adult
life.”

Tyra, stilled, horrified. “Spiritual?
This?” She indicated the equipment in the room. She shook her head
in denial. “plain sex I might understand as a physical act of love
but how can this be anything spiritual?”

Simon took Tyra firmly by the hand,
leading her in the direction of the frame.

Tyra resisted vigorously “oh no you
don’t!”

“
Not you silly, I would
never force anything on you, you are Goddess to me”. He walked up
to frame and placed his right hand in a cuff, securing it firmly.
“Now you do up the other one.”

Horror wrote itself across Tyra’s
face. “You can’t be asking me to hurt you, surely?”

“
You can’t hurt me, I’m
almost immortal remember, and you don’t even have to whip me hard
if you don’t want to. I simply want you to act a part and consider
the viewpoint for a moment, call it role play if you will. I’d have
thought that you would have caught on by now that I prefer
demonstrations to long-winded explanations. Consider it part of
your training. You don’t even have to enjoy it”.

“
Enjoy it? You’re bloody
joking!” Tyra considered the situation for a moment and decided
that Simon wasn’t going to let up on this until she at least acted
the part and yet for Thex’s sake she was supposed to follow Simon’s
guidance. She couldn’t tell what expressions might be on Simon’s
face because he was facing the frame, simply patiently waiting for
her as if he had complete faith that she would do as he asked. So
she walked over and attached the other arm cuff and picked up the
least dangerous looking of the whips. Maybe she could give him just
a few quick swipes with one and that would be enough for him to
have made his point, whatever his point was. At least this whip
seemed to be made with soft strips of pliable leather. “Okay what
do I do now?”

“
Hit anywhere you want
across the shoulders or the buttocks, the backs of the legs are
also fine but don’t go as hard. Avoid the kidney area, the neck,
head and the back of the knees as they’ll hurt more than I’d enjoy
and you could do real damage there...if I was human”.

Tyra couldn’t get over that he was
letting her take control like this. “You’re putting an awful lot of
trust in me”.

“
Exactly, the given and
receiving of trust is one of the pleasures of this. Now whip
me!”

Tyra’s heartbeat sped
up.
Okay I can do this,
carefully
. She aimed for his
shoulders.

“
I didn’t feel that”, came
a grumble. “Harder!”

Tyra aimed at the other shoulder and
hit harder.

Simon cried out in exaltation. “Yes!
Again!”

Tyra was awed that he was enjoying
this. It gave her a small thrill that she was standing here giving
a man pleasure in this way, even if it wasn’t anything she had
dreamt of doing. “More?”

“
Yes, but a good mistress
would randomly intersperse the whipping with some soft caresses,
kisses and licking”.

Yeah, sure...then again,
why not?
It wasn’t like she’d get a man in
this position again,
take your chances
when you can
. Tyra walked over and kissed
the reddened areas of Simon’s back.

He moaned.

Tyra got a little more creative but
took her time. An unknown mean streak in her didn’t want Simon
guessing when she’d whip him so she kept things random, trying
occasionally for the buttocks like he’d suggested, changing the
pace and stopping once to lick her tongue up the full length of his
back. Simon’s moaning and squirming were making her hot in places
she hadn’t expected. Her panties were damp and she was sure she was
smelling her own arousal as well as Simon’s.

Simon was panting. “Enough! Release
me!”

Sad that her unexpected foray into the
dark side of life had come to an end Tyra reluctantly released
Simon from his cuffs.

Simon grabbed Tyra by the back of her
hair and bruised her lips in a punishing kiss. “All-spirit, it
didn’t occur to me that you would take to that so well.” When he
came up for breath he drew back and looked at her with adoration
and wonder. “Your turn.”

Tyra broke free of Simon’s embrace.
“in your dreams fella”. Not looking back she made a dash for what
looked like a spare bedroom, snibbed the lock and braced the door
with chair. Aroused, confused and horrified she wasn’t really sure
if she was protecting herself from Simon or the other way
around.

Back in the lounge Simon grinned and
licked his lips “in your dreams then”.

Tyra lay back on the bed in Simon’s
spare room, at least she hoped it was his spare room and not the
master bedroom. Why did that thought make her hot? She counted on
her fingers all the ways she was so morally screwed. Disgust,
definitely she’d been horrified when she’d realised what Simon did
but more the disgust was because he had called it spiritual. Shame
because she’d was sorry to have left Simon the way he was in the
lounge and shame that she had enjoyed what she’d done. Envy of all
those women. Did he only do women she wondered? How many could
there have been over thousands of years? Delusion because she was
surely deluded if she tried to deny that she’d become completely
turned on. Fear that she could easily be tempted to do it all
again, fear that she might actually enjoy it herself, what other
hidden aspects of herself were lurking? Lust for Simon’s body, she
hadn’t been able to not notice his firm bum, modest six pack and
well developed but not overly built up muscles. Greed because she
wanted his body to belong to her. Where had that thought just come
from? Lastly, raging anger because Simon had put her in a situation
that made her realise all these truths about herself.

Tyra groaned and collapsed back on the
pillows. The room was not cold but she kept her clothes on and just
lay on top of the bed, letting her mind drift back over the last
few days events. Bit by bit the exhaustion from recent events took
her and she drifted off to sleep.

Thex was there in her dream. She was
lying back against him. One arm wrapped around her, the other
tenderly caressing her hair. She started but he shushed her. “Rest
Tyra, let go.”

Tyra’s dream self trusted Thex, she
had known him all her life, there was no place safer than in his
arms. She let her hand wander down to the place between her legs,
letting her fingers play in the warm damp there. She arched back
and Thex gently kissed her neck, encouraging her but her hand was
pulled away and suddenly she felt a tongue in its place. Simon had
nestled himself between her legs and was gently spreading her
further apart.

Tyra woke with a start, embarrassed at
the threesome in her dream and yet hot as hell from arousal. She
was further startled when she looked up and realised Simon was
standing at the foot of the bed, heat radiating from his eyes. His
tongue briefly licked his bottom lip. The chair was still against
the door and the lock still in place. What had she been thinking
when she thought she’d keep Simon out?

“
Take off your
pants!”

Tyra hesitated for only a moment and
then did as Simon had commanded. Why she complied so readily she
wasn’t sure. She blamed her recently discovered dark side. She
could feel the damp heat gathering inside her, bathing her in her
own arousal.

Simon got up on the bed and he spread
her legs. Tyra did nothing to stop him. It was like she was
watching a movie, a dream come to life.

“
Let me make it real Tyra,
let me worship you.”

Having positioned her on the bed Simon
paused to place a finger on Tyra's third eye. “Thex wants in on
this too”.

A doorway in Tyra’s mind crashed open
and suddenly she felt like Thex really was there. His body might
still be trapped in stone but his breath was real and hot on the
back of her neck. She really did feel his arms around her holding
her against his strong warrior trained body.

Simon used his fingers to gently nudge
Tyra’s pubic hair and the lips of her vagina apart. He let moisture
gather on his tongue and then bent down and tenderly kissed her
inner folds. His warm tongue deftly fucking her.

The pleasure was more intense than
anything Tyra had ever felt. She struggled against her own need to
yield to the pleasure but Thex held her fast.

Come for us
Tyra
. Thex whispered in her mind.
Let us give you this.
Accept it.
Accept
us
.

Tyra cried out as a ripple of pleasure
started at her heart and travelled all the way down to where
Simon’s tongue touched her insides. A burning, building pressure
took hold of her and she clamped down around Simon’s tongue,
pressing herself into his face, urging him on. A tingling of
electricity built at her ass and a wave of electricity shot up her
spine to the crown of her head as she let out an earth shattering
scream.

As she collapsed back on the pillows
her mind and the world stood. Then she fainted.

Two running shoes hit the bed with a
thunk. Tyra peered, bleary eyed and only half awake, at the
direction from which they had been thrown. Simon was leaning
against the door frame grinning at her.

“
Rise and shine, Tai Chi in
the park before breakfast.”

Tyra groaned, pushed back the covers
and reluctantly swung herself out of bed. She reached for her
clothes but Simon grabbed them out of her way first.

“
Just for a sec before you
get dressed, turn and look in the mirror”

Bemused Tyra stood up and faced the
mirror. “Okay, what am I meant to be looking at apart from my
embarrassingly naked body?.”

Simon came over and stood behind her,
reaching around to cup her breasts and stroke them. “That’s the
point. You are embarrassed by your naked body, you just said so.
From now on your first training task each day is to stand at this
mirror and say three times ‘I love you, I accept you’ to that
reflection and mean it.”

Tyra wasn’t too sure about that.
“Um...why?”

“
Two very important
reasons. Firstly, if you are going to complete a true union with
Thex, in the full tradition of the Malakim, then you will need to
love him as part of yourself and you can’t very well do it if you
don’t love yourself. So get over the fact that your culture
discourages it and just do it. Start with accepting your body and
then we’ll get you working on accepting your mind and soul as well.
The second reason is that nudity breaks a key taboo and helps to
break your conditioned identification with clothes and all the
other attributes you humans dress yourselves in. Nakedness is
symbolic of your true identity so by getting used to being naked,
at least when you first get out of bed for the morning, you’ll
subconsciously be letting go and getting closer to liberating
yourself.” Simon smiled mischievously. “Oh, and I’ll know if you
skip the practice. There’ll be punishment. Now get dressed, it's a
nice morning outside.”

Tyra was still reeling at
the
union in the full tradition of the
Malakim
bit. That sounded awfully like
Simon was expecting her to perform some kind of marriage ritual
with a person who, there was no nice way of putting this, was a
rock. All of which was complicated by the fact that she had to
admit she had the hots for another as well, someone who was both
some kind of supernatural being and a prostitute who specialised in
bondage and domination. A voice in the back of her head reminded
her that her original post retirement plan had been to become a
full time scholar. That now sounded dull and lonely compared with
the possible alternative. She hurriedly dressed and followed after
Simon.

Boswell’s park was really quite small
really, a few overly pruned shrubs, a big old oak which currently
had no leaves and a flowering gum which was just at the moment
providing a pair of noisy green rosella parrots with a feed from
its gum nuts.

The park itself was just across the
road from Simon’s large two story georgian sandstone house. Tyra
hadn’t really had a proper chance to look at it yesterday. The land
it stood on seemed to cover two or three house blocks. There was a
thick pine hedge that marked its boundary and separated it from the
rest of the street’s residences. The gardens looked extensive and
she thought she could make out a greenhouse down the back. A drive
at the side of the house led down to some old brick stables which
had been fitted out with modern roller doors. There didn’t seem to
be much in the way of lawn but if you had a park like this one
across the road why would you need one?

Tyra stood a little to the side of
Simon trying to copy as he showed her a few basic Tai Chi moves.
She liked the bit where he showed her how to move an imaginary ball
around and to use her breath with the moves, she got that bit at
least.