His Mistress’s Voice (7 page)

‘All right,’ he agreed. ‘Coffee?’ He set his cup down on the table and held hers to her lips. A bit trickled down her chin and he wiped it away with his fingers. He set the cup down and turned her face up, holding it as he bent down to her lips. The kiss went on and on, their mouths seeking each other. He felt her tongue in his mouth, and her breath was warm on his cheeks. He felt her shudder against him. His own breath was beginning to come hard, and there was a tightness in his crotch.

Beth pulled her lips away from and gasped, ‘Not now. Home Office rules forbid sex with prisoners, especially when they are restrained and can’t offer resistance. Let’s wait until tomorrow as we agreed.’

‘I didn’t make any agreement about sex,’ he said. ‘You can’t change the rules in the middle of the game, and I rather like the idea of having you helpless. But we’ll wait a bit if you like. There’s plenty of time.’ He could see that she was aroused. Her nipples were taut under the silk of her blouse, and she was breathing heavily, almost panting. ‘What do you want to eat?’ he asked, turning back to the stove.

‘Just cereal and milk. I’m not all that hungry now. Maybe I’ll have something else at lunch.’ Her voice was unsteady and the breath rasped in her throat.

‘Okay. In that case I’ll just have coffee. No point in cooking for myself.’ He set a bowl of muesli in front of Beth and poured coffee for both of them. Pulling up a chair, he sat down and held the coffee to her lips. When she had drunk a bit he began to feed her. He noticed that her breath had slowed, but her erect nipples were still outlined under the blouse.

Beth raised her eyes and looked at him. ‘Enjoying the game?’ she asked. She wriggled a bit on the chair and her breasts jiggled slightly with the motion. She knew what effect she was having on him, and seemed to be enjoying her power.

‘Yes. I like it. I never thought not having sex could be fun, but this is the way to do it. Do you have any more bright ideas?’

‘A few,’ Beth replied enigmatically. ‘Stick around for a week or so and we’ll see what comes up. In the meantime feel free to try out some of your own fantasies with me. I don’t want you to feel left out. I’m open to most things and I like surprises every now and then.’ After a pause Beth asked for another sip of coffee. Afterwards she resumed eating from the spoon he held for her. When she was done, she asked him how he planned to spend the day, adding, ‘I’m lucky. I don’t have to make any plans.’ Beth wriggled a bit more on the chair and her skirt rode up so that her stocking tops were visible.

Tom tore his gaze away from her thighs and replied, ‘I hadn’t made any definite plans. You caught me on the hop. I had been planning to spend the weekend doing what we usually do – screwing our brains out. Shopping, I suppose. I’ve been neglecting that lately. And maybe a cinema. I really don’t know.’

‘Why don’t you give what’s her name, Valerie, the girl at the office, a call? You could use my phone if you like. I can’t stop you. And maybe you two can have a nice evening while I’m lying bound and gagged in my lonely bed.’ Beth assumed an air of mock resignation as she made this proposal.

Tom remembered how his account of an earlier tryst with Valerie had aroused Beth. She had been interested in the details of their lovemaking, and had asked endless questions. He guessed she would be imagining their sweaty exercises while she lay helpless in the dark bedroom if he were successful in making a date for the night. He realised it was rather late – Saturday morning – to make a call! He didn’t want to give Valerie the impression that she was an after-thought or a last resort. In fact he had rather enjoyed the times with her. She was lively and interesting and he might have spent more time with her if he hadn’t been so deeply wrapped up with Beth.

‘Okay. I’ll try it. I might enjoy a bit of company tonight. Much better than spending the time on my own. And we get on well,’ he added, to see what effect it would have on Beth.

She frowned momentarily but recovered her earlier interested manner. In order to cover the lapse she said, ‘I’ve had enough for now. Can we go through into the front room?’ Tom nodded and helped Beth to her feet. She moved ahead of him through the door, teetering slightly on her high heels when she stepped onto the carpeting and it gave beneath her weight. Beth recovered her balance and moved across the room to sit on the settee. ‘The phone’s just there on the table,’ she reminded him as she settled back awkwardly.

‘I know. I’ve been here before. When I’m ready, no, when I’ve got you ready, I’ll make the call.’ Tom went through into the bedroom and emerged with the rest of the rope. He dropped it in a pile at her feet.

Beth smiled up at him and asked, ‘Are you going to leave me here for a while? I’m all for a change.’

‘That thought had crossed my mind,’ Tom replied as he turned away to reenter the kitchen.

She heard him opening cupboard doors and called out, ‘Is there something I can help you find? Shall I come through?’ Beth was struggling to her feet as she spoke.

‘No. I’ve found what I want.’ Tom came back to her side just as she was rising to her feet. He turned her one-handedly so that she had her back to the sofa and gave her a gentle shove. Beth sat down abruptly with a bump. Tom had brought a cucumber from the kitchen. ‘You’re getting low on vegetables, but fortunately there was this. I don’t suppose I have to tell you where it’s going, do I? This is part of the initiative programme you recommended to me earlier on.’ Roughening his voice, he asked, ‘Are you going to spread your legs, or do I have to use force?’

Beth spread her thighs as far as her skirt allowed. Tom knelt and pulled it all the way to her hips. He paused to admire her legs, then felt inside her with his finger. She was wet, and she caught her breath as she felt him probing her. Withdrawing his finger, he picked up the cucumber and thrust it slowly into her cunt. It was the knobbly variety, and she seemed to feel each one of the bumps as it slid inside her. This penetration brought another, more prolonged sigh from Beth. Tom tied her ankles and knees once more. With an extra piece of rope he tied her thighs together as well, pressing her legs tightly around the cucumber and holding it inside her. Once more he toyed with her, rubbing and stroking her vulva until her hips began to rise and fall gently. Tom guessed she could feel the cucumber sliding back and forth inside her as she moved. Her face and neck were suffused by a flush which spread its warmth quickly over her entire body. She looked as if she would have parted her legs if they hadn’t been tied together. She leaned back against the arm of the settee so as to present herself more fully to his hands.

As the arousal continued her nipples became erect. They looked acutely sensitive, almost painful, as they rubbed against the soft material of her blouse. Tom used one hand to tease and harden them further. With the other he continued to stroke her thighs and belly. Her nostrils were flaring widely as the breath sawed in her throat, and she was beginning to heave and writhe on the settee. He fumbled at the buttons of her blouse and eventually got them open. He pushed it aside, exposing her taut breasts to the cool air in the room. She gasped at the caress of air on the heated flesh. Beth heaved herself about until she was more or less lying on the settee. Only her legs hung over onto the floor. Tom paused to lift them up and to arrange her in a more accessible manner. ‘Oh, Tom, don’t stop,’ she gasped, mistaking his intentions.

‘I should do, but this time I think I’ll go on. Are you really enjoying this?’

‘Don’t ask silly questions. Can’t you see I am?’ Beth gritted out between bouts of heavy breathing.

‘Now who’s asking silly questions?’ he retorted. He resumed stroking her belly. Occasionally he forced a finger between her bound thighs and toyed with her labia and clitoris. He could tell whenever he found the spot by her increased movement. When she thrust herself against his finger, he could feel the hard rind of the cucumber inside her. Whenever he moved it Beth drew in a deep shuddery breath and strained against his hand.

Tom shifted his hand so that the palm lay on her vulva and his finger rested on her clitoris. Beth clenched her thighs tightly together as if to hold him there. He guessed that she was clenching herself around the cucumber as well. He bent over her body and took one of her nipples between his teeth, nipping gently and running his tongue over the engorged flesh. Beth seemed to go mad. She bucked and jerked at his touch, crying out her pleasure as the waves of her climax swept over her. ‘Aahhhh, oh God. Tom! Go on! Go on! More, more! Haaaahhhh, haahhhh!’ She became incoherent at the end, not to say inarticulate, and a good time was had by at least one of the participants.

As he brought her to orgasm, Tom felt a sense of power over her – something the feminists would doubtless resent and decry, but pleasing none the less. Bound as she was, Beth had done nothing to bring about her pleasure. She was helpless and completely in Tom’s power. He had done this to her, and she had not been able to prevent or control him. Rather he had driven her until she had lost control of her body and became inarticulate. Beth had thought up the game and had urged it upon him, overcoming his initial objection. But now she was caught up in it and couldn’t escape or influence what happened to her. It came to Tom in a disturbing flash that he could do anything he wanted to with Beth. She was in his power until he decided to end it by untying her.

But what if he decided not to let her go? There was nothing she or anyone could do. He imagined keeping Beth a helpless captive for days and weeks. At first she would not realise her predicament, then would come the dawning of understanding – and fear. She would struggle to free herself and plead with him to let her go. He would have to keep her gagged so that she couldn’t cry out or scream for help. It occurred to him that he would need to find a place to keep her so that she would not be found or heard no matter what outcry she made. A secluded house, perhaps with a cellar where she could be confined. Somehow he would have to get her into the car unseen to move her to her place of incarceration. He would probably be better hiring a closed van. And the transfer from house to van would best be done in the early hours of the morning. The memory of his trip through the quiet streets just last night flashed into his mind.

How best to avoid the enquiries that were sure to follow the disappearance of such an attractive woman? He imagined the newspaper stories:
Local Beauty Disappears.
Newspapers always talked of beautiful women. They sold more papers than merely attractive ones! Would they miss her at work? It occurred to him that he knew nothing of Beth’s work – if indeed she did anything. Her strict injunction against seeing her during the week had prevented him from making enquiries. He marvelled for a moment at how docile he had been, never trying to exceed the limits she had set. Never questioning the scenarios she provided for their trysts; never thinking beyond the erotic possibilities of their closed relationship. Now this same woman whom he had never disobeyed lay beneath his hands, helplessly bound and out of control as he played upon the instrument of her body. Where could he find a secluded place to confine her? And where . . .

The thoughts tumbled through his mind as his hands and mouth continued their play over Beth’s heaving body. He had retreated to another fantasy world for the moment, one whose existence he had never suspected, such was the influence Beth was beginning to exercise over his thoughts. Tom had never thought of making Beth – or anyone – his captive, his possession, his slave. But he did now. New ideas presented themselves to him as Beth gasped and moaned in her bonds. For a fleeting instant he thought he had better gag her in case she screamed out in orgasm, but he didn’t stop. Her cries were choked back in any case, the sounds of passion rather than fear or pain. The infrequent newspaper stories of people who complained about the noises their neighbours made when making love occurred to him. Would there be complaints today? He dismissed these thoughts and returned to the task in hand. Beth was in fact now a double handful. He was having trouble keeping her from wrenching away. Only the need to keep herself under his hands kept her from making any more violent movements.

Once more Beth cried out, a guttural moan of pleasure as his forefinger massaged her clitoris and his palm rubbed her vulva. Her cries rose in pitch and volume as yet another climax shook her. She slipped from the couch and landed with a slight bump on the floor, half on the carpet and half on Tom. He was perilously close to a climax of his own. Tom used one hand to ease her to a more comfortable position, half on the floor and half on his lap. He cradled Beth’s head and shoulders and leaned back against the settee to watch her contortions in an interested manner: look what I’ve done. Beth rolled over onto her side and drew her legs up. She bent herself almost double at the waist, trying to fold herself around her centre and hold onto the ecstasy for as long as possible.

Eventually, though, the feelings subsided and her taut body relaxed against him. ‘Mmmmm, that was nice,’ she said dreamily. ‘Do you have any more good ideas?’ She arched her back like a cat and rubbed her breasts against his idle hand.

‘Not at the moment, but something else will occur sooner or later. Anything you’d like to suggest?’

‘Well, now you mention it, I was feeling bad about leaving you out of the action all weekend, and especially just then when I was having such a good time while you worked so hard over me. If you’d like to get undressed, or just unzip your trousers if you’re in a hurry, I think I can make some of it up to you, Tom. Unless you’ve got other plans,’ she added with a wicked grin.

‘No, nothing that won’t keep. Shall I untie you?’ Tom asked with just a hint of eagerness.

‘No. The original rules still hold. You have to keep me tied up until tomorrow evening. I’ll think up some suitable reward for your patience then. This will be just a slight foretaste to keep you in suspense until tomorrow.’

Tom eased her to the floor and stood up. He realised he was getting excited merely looking at Beth as she lay at his feet. Her bare breasts poked out through the open front of her blouse, jutting out even more with her hands tied behind her back. Her skirt had rucked itself up to her waist and he admired the curve of her thighs and calves with the ropes biting into the flesh. He wanted to fling off his clothes and have her there and then. She always had that effect on him. But something made him go slowly, draw out the act of undressing. He felt Beth’s glance on him as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop. Stepping out of them, he slowly removed his shirt and underpants.