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Authors: Elliot Mabeuse

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He gave her his number. He gave her his number at work and his cell phone number and he gave her strict instructions on when she was allowed to call him. When she called she would let the phone ring once and then hang up and he would call her back. She was not to call him for anything frivolous.

He gave her a list of things she was to purchase, clothes and underwear and sexual toys. He told her where to find them online. The list included whips and spankers, vibrators and clips for her nipples, chains and cuffs. She was to keep these things at her home in their original box until he opened them.

And he gave her what she wanted. He held her in his arms afterwards and kissed her with such tenderness that tears came to her eyes and yet, despite his tenderness and despite her tears, his kisses aroused her shamelessly and her savage desires rose insistently to the surface yet again. His every touch reduced her to a state of devastating need.

He fucked her again. Knowing what she wanted, he tied her hands in front of her and fucked her as she stood leaning over the dresser on her forearms, just as he’d done in their first session. He watched her as she looked in the mirror so she could see her own face contorted with lust and sexual satisfaction, or shift her gaze and see him behind her, thrusting his cock into her, grimacing with lust and pleasure and satisfaction, looking for all the world like some pagan king glowering in judgment over the mortal kneeling before him.

And when he came, once again her body flowered open to him. She opened to him as she had never opened to any other man and again the depth of her orgasm amazed her. Only this time she was filled with joy as well, knowing there would be more, knowing that this was only the beginning.

Chapter Three

 

She was something now between a lover and a slave, somewhere between triumph and surrender. When she left the motel this time she wasn’t quite sure what she was but she was certain that she was something new. At a point in her life when the world had seemed to have run out of surprises she had amazed herself with her own capacity for pleasure, for her ability to feel things she never thought she’d feel. She was frightened and uncertain, but she was more alive than she’d ever felt before, and she held on to that with all the tenacity she possessed. She astonished herself.

She sat in her SUV in the darkened garage beneath her building staring at the backs of her hands. She could feel the growing soreness between her legs, and she remembered again the look on his face when he’d come, that look of wild triumph and helpless surrender, the strength in his hands as he’d pulled her back against him and reached deep, as if he wanted to touch her very soul. She had been tied and helpless, but she had triumphed. He had moaned her name as he came and had reached down to kiss her and she had felt his need, his love for her. All his fury and raw male power had come down to that, that sweet, throbbing surrender between her legs, the sound of her name on his lips.

When she got inside she went immediately to her computer and found an adult toy site that featured high-end sex toys. She’d been there before, idly browsing through the creams and vibrators and shaking her head in disbelief, but now she sat and made a list of everything he’d told her to buy, her fingers trembling with such unimaginable excitement that she could scarcely write. She found herself leaning forward, studying the screen, looking at the bondage equipment, the cuffs and collars and leather wear, the nipple clamps and whips, and everything she looked at she thought, “Yes, that’s for me. I want that.”

 

The next day at work she felt wildly alive and aware of things as she hadn’t been in years, as if some old skin had been sloughed off. Part of it was simple residual excitement from last night, but part of it was what she now knew about herself. She felt like a schoolgirl with a secret, and when he called her at ten-thirty that morning she felt the kind of excited anticipation she hadn’t felt since junior high.

She took his call at her desk, immediately dropping what she was doing and swiveling in her chair to look at the pure, late-summer light shining on the buildings across the way. The sound of his voice made her feel small and secret, and her chair, her office, suddenly seemed very large and strangely foreign.

He invited her to a late lunch, though given their present relationship it could hardly be called an invitation, and just the sound of his voice made her aware of her achy emptiness and her need to see him again. He gave her the name of a nearby restaurant and after he’d hung up she sat there a moment, savoring the lingering echo in her body from the sound of his voice. Then she attacked her work recklessly and with less deliberation than she should have. It suddenly seemed so trivial.

Meeting him in public meant she would be able to be with him and talk without worrying about falling under his sexual spell and losing control of herself again, and she wanted very much to put this relationship on some sort of firmer footing than the merely physical. She slipped into her coat at exactly ten minutes to one and told her secretary she’d be taking a late lunch. She walked out into the crowds of downtown people with her head high and full of ideas.

But once again her composure seemed to vanish when she entered the restaurant and saw him sitting at a table toward the back. He’d chosen an old and venerable Chinese restaurant, one left over from the days of elaborate, tropical cocktails and Cantonese food, red and black lacquerware and dragons painted on the walls. The sight of him sitting behind the white tablecloth and the thought of what he knew about her made her feel weak and uncertain and yet ringing with a nervous hunger for his attention again. For all her achievements and responsibilities at work, she suddenly felt very young and vulnerable. It could hardly be love, she knew, but she was at a loss to know what else to call it.

He stood up when she approached the table and smiled a kind of secret lover’s smile. He came around to hold her seat for her, something no man had done for her since her junior prom. She barely remembered what to do.

“Well,” he said, and all Helene could do was nod in agreement.

She felt his eyes on her and felt them beneath her clothes as well, and again there was that feeling of shame and excitement that so bewildered and intoxicated her. It was a feeling of being both worshipped and controlled, and once again she found that she could think of no way to put into words what she wanted to say.

“Did you order those things I told you to?” he asked, after the food had come.

“I ordered some of them last night. But I was too tired. I’ll finish this evening.” She was afraid of displeasing him, but he seemed to take no notice.

She ate little, her appetite having fled, but she studied him as he ate. Away from the motel he was civil and polite and even friendly, though she sensed there was a barrier there that wasn’t hers to cross. He made small talk mostly, telling her of his dealings with her company, and when he told her the name of the outfit he’d represented, she was dismayed to find that she remembered it only vaguely. A real estate development firm was all that came to mind. The deal had passed through her hands only briefly.

Finally she got up the nerve to ask, “Tell me, this is all so strange to me. Do you meet many women like this, I mean—” His eyes were on her, sharp and penetrating.

“Excuse me,” she said, backing off. “I don’t mean to pry…”

“No I don’t,” he said. “In fact I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I noticed you, of course. I noticed you when I first came to your office and several times since. I became quite preoccupied with you, Helene, but the truth is if I hadn’t seen you on your roof and if I weren’t being transferred, I certainly wouldn’t have engaged in—What? You seem upset.”

“Transferred?”

He sat back and smiled, gratified at her response. “I have the option of refusing the transfer. I have enough seniority. They can send someone else should my affairs keep me in the city. As it is, I have no intention of leaving.”

She’d embarrassed herself and now she brushed some hair back out of her face and said, “I’m sorry, but you have no idea of what all this has done to me. I hardly know what I’m doing anymore.”

“I’m aware of that,” he said. “And I’m aware that you must wonder what happens next and about the kind of relationship we have now.”

Helene said nothing, but her answer was apparent in her eyes.

“For now, we have what we have,” he said. “I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never really engaged in this kind of thing with a woman before. I never thought I’d even want to engage in this kind of thing, but you bring something out in me, Helene, something I’ve never experienced. My initial plan was to try it once and then I’d be gone no matter what happened. Clearly this has gone beyond my little blackmail game. Leaving’s no longer an option for me. I mean—”

He looked down at the tablecloth, searching for words. “You’ve brought something out in me that I never imagined I possessed from the first time I laid eyes on you in that room. You make me want to do things to you, Helene. Things that I hardly understand myself.”

“That’s all I can say about it,” he said. “That, and that everything I do with you is an expression of how I feel. I don’t have to think with you, Helene. Everything I want to do it seems that you want me to do to you. Everything that excites me excites you too. Do you know how rare that is? How free that makes me feel?”

His words were simple and she wasn’t sure she understood all of them, but the way he spoke, the intensity in his voice, that was enough. She nodded her head.

“Yes,” she said. “I understand. That’s how it is for me too. It’s all so new to me. I just never imagined.”

He waited for her to continue, but she didn’t know what else to say and after a pause he leaned back and signaled the waiter for the check. The man nodded and walked back to his station to calculate their bill and as he did, Daniel reached forward and covered Helene’s hands with his own. She’d been sitting with her hands together in front of her and now it was a simple matter for him to cover both wrists with one hand. He grasped her wrists and pulled her arms toward him just a bit, just enough to let her feel his easy control of her and Helene felt a sudden surge of wild desire as she saw her pale, thin wrists in the grip of his strong hand.

It lasted only a moment and then he let her go. She sat back, feeling her body throbbing with excitement as the waiter placed the check in front of him and withdrew. Daniel looked the bill over casually and paid with a credit card but her defenses had been breached. He stood up and held her coat for her and his hands lingered a little too long on her lapels as she slid into it. She hated the way he made her lose control. It made her feel so childish but she loved it too.

They walked outside and at the first alley he pulled her off the curb and walked her down the narrow canyon, holding her arm tightly, almost pushing her along until they reached a sheltered alcove—a rear delivery door of green-painted metal set back behind some trash cans. The brown bricks of the old buildings enclosed them and the fire escape over their heads threw barred shadows across his face as he pushed her back against the door. She knew what was coming, she could already feel his hunger in his touch.

Out of sight of the downtown street he covered her body with his, pressing her back against the door, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back savagely. Once again Helene found herself sinking into his whirlpool of need for her. His lips came down on hers and her mouth was already open for him. His passion pounded down upon her like surf upon a beach and he bore her down with him so that everything faded away, all the traffic sounds and car horns and the squealing of the elevated train. She was aware of nothing but the delicious heat of his mouth and the desperate hunger of his hands—one on her breast, the other holding her head still for his kiss.

When he released her she felt as though her legs might buckle beneath her.

“Do you have to go back?”

She looked up at him from where she huddled back against the door. Her need for him had blossomed within her like some huge tropical flower.

“No,” she said. “I can call back sick.”

“Then do it. My place isn’t far from here.”

* * * * *

She was breathless with desire and he walked her along so quickly that she almost had to skip to keep up as they dodged through the downtown crowds. They were like two people taken suddenly ill and in the elevator on the way up to his place he turned to her as soon as the doors closed and took her face in his hands, pressing her back against the wall and letting her feel his hardness as he kissed her with that same blinding passion he’d shown her outside. Helene was gasping and almost staggering as he propelled her along the short hallway to his front door.

His place turned out to be a converted industrial loft with one large sitting room and a hallway in the back connecting to the two bedrooms and bath. She hardly got to see any of it for as soon as they were inside in the darkness he turned to her again and pulled her coat halfway down her shoulders, held it there and pushed the fabric behind her so that her arms were trapped in the sleeves and she was again helpless against him. Whatever those feelings were he’d mentioned earlier, they involved binding her, holding her so that she was defenseless before him and she loved it. All she could do was stand there and shudder as his lips found her mouth, then slid along her face and down her throat. She felt utterly taken, consumed by his passion for her.

He let go of her and stepped slowly away. “Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?” she asked breathlessly.

“Just don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He left her standing near the front door with her coat hanging from her arms like a cape and he turned and disappeared into the back of the loft. He returned in only a moment, his jacket and coat gone, pulling black leather gloves over his hands. He turned her around and pulled off her coat and threw it aside, but when Helene went to turn back to face him he stopped her. He placed one hand over her mouth and pulled her back against him and Helene heard a sharp mechanical click. He raised his hand and she saw that he held a knife, a wickedly shining piece of steel that he pressed against her throat so that the flat part chilled her skin. Her eyes went wide with sudden fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered in her ear. “You know that, don’t you?”

Very cautiously, Helene nodded her head, though why she trusted this man she couldn’t say, any more than she could say why the taste of the leather glove over her mouth and the feel of the cold steel excited her so much. The smooth flat of the knife pressed against her neck, the hard bar of his cock prodded her ass through her skirt. She felt herself gush with helpless acquiescence.

Slowly he withdrew the knife and she felt the cold hardness linger like a kiss upon her skin. He was breathing hard and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held her against him. As his hand came away she could see the knife now, the blade maybe four inches long, leaf-shaped and symmetric, bright, cold silver in the dimness.

“You and I, we’re the same,” he said softly. “We like things like this, intense and on the edge. We like playing in the fire.”

Helene breathed deeply through her nose, thrilling to the fear in her body. She was able to open her mouth enough to stick out her tongue and lick the leather that covered her lips and the acrid taste intoxicated her. She felt her nipples harden within her bra at the thought of her own helplessness. She loved the idea of the knife. She wanted him to force her to do whatever he wanted.

He held the knife loosely as he cupped her breast, then moved his fingers so he could feel her nipple through her bra. He was getting used to her by now and he could recognize her signs of arousal. He knew where to look.

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