NorthernPassion (12 page)

At first, turning the doorknob yielded nothing. Desiree
paused to think for a minute. There had to be more than this. She tried to
mimic what she had done for the first door. She held her key card under the
knob to see if it had any effect. No glowing light appeared, but she re-tried
the doorknob anyway. This time, the door gave way.

Desiree peeked around it. The room beyond looked like a
standard hotel room. Almost. She glanced upward and noticed soaring ceilings.
The walls were lined with expensive-looking art instead of the standard, bland,
mass-produced art normally found in hotels.

She looked behind her, took a deep breath and then stepped
inside. The door made a shushing sound and she jumped as it clicked shut behind
her. She reached back and tried the knob, but the door didn’t move. An
interesting twist. She was going to have to play the game well. It appeared she
wasn’t getting out until they let her out. Or until Sam came and got her.
Desiree hoped it wouldn’t come to that. They were partners, but she didn’t need
to be rescued like a damsel in distress every time.

The room was a suite. The ultra-modern black furniture made
the first area she saw seem sterile. The next room was more inviting and
clearly a bedroom. It was huge and very un-French. Desiree wondered if the
other rooms were the same. Furnishing them like this was would have been a
massive endeavor in France. The place reeked of an American influence. Martin’s
probably.

Music played here too. The music they’d been listening to in
the reception room was piped through the entire building. No detail was missed.
Desiree walked slowly farther into the room, taking in what she saw. The room
had been designed to sequester its inhabitants from all outside its doors.

“
Ca vous convient?”
Not visible
from the front door, Martin was sitting cross-legged in an egg-shaped chair
tucked back into a corner. His perfectly accented French was a shock.

Desiree gasped and spun around, looking for some alternate
entrance he could have used. She’d thought the room was empty. “Of course I
approve.” She swallowed as she tried to contain her surprise. “It’s very nice.
Well done.”

To Desiree, Martin sounded like a native. “I’m glad. I
didn’t mean to catch you off guard.”

“I thought you said all matches were random?”

“That’s not what I said. Most are. I never said all.” He
uncrossed his legs and stood. “I’m the gamekeeper. I can do whatever I want. I
decided I wanted you.” His voice was matter-of-fact.

“You want me.” Desiree mulled over what he meant.

Martin nodded. “How could I not?” He circled her as he
spoke. “You are exquisite. That is what our gatherings are about. Enjoying our
friends. I want to enjoy you and hope you will enjoy me too.” He paused and
walked over to the back of the room, throwing open the doors of a small closet.
“I’ve brought you some things. In here, you will find a few outfits I hope you
find to your liking. Please put one on.”

Her mind raced. So, was she to be Martin’s toy? Apprehension
racked her body and then she could hear Sam’s voice in her head.
The mission
is always first
. She licked her lips. “Which one?” She joined him at the
closet and ran her hands over the clothes she found there. There were at least
six or seven outfits, all lingerie. The only way any of them could be a better
fit for her was if she had picked them herself.

“Any of them you wish. You choose. You are so lovely, I’m
sure you will be exquisite in everything.” He paused, his face softening. “Or
nothing.” Desiree probed his face to see if he was being serious, but Martin
had an excellent poker face. All she could see was matter-of-factness and
nothing more. He turned away from the closet and busied himself with making
drinks at the fully stocked bar a few steps away. “I hope you like what I make.
I also hope you don’t mind taking control.”

Control? What the hell did he think was about to go down
here?
Martin was expecting them to play some kind of game. She hadn’t
removed a thing, but in Martin’s eyes, Desiree could see he’d already undressed
her. The bulge in his pants screamed hot and ready. Desiree swallowed hard,
closed her eyes and randomly selected one thing out of the closet. She hated to
admit it, but Martin was very attractive, hot even. And he was well-dressed.
His smoking jacket was blue crushed velvet and it matched his shoes. Loafers
with some kind of emblem on the toes. All of his clothes were obviously
custom-tailored. They fit him like a glove and showed off his very fit
physique.

She’d chosen a leather and lace teddy. By now, Martin leaned
against the bar, watching her, his arms crossed in front of him. His drink was
in one hand, with another beside him. He raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t
mind if I watch?”

It was more of a statement than a question. Desiree
shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She knew how to play this one. She turned away
again. “And you, what will you wear?”

“As little as you like.”

Desiree looked over her shoulder. “Would you give me a hand?”
Desiree lowered her voice to barely above a purr.

In an instant, Martin was at her side. “Anything you need,
ma
chérie
.”

Seducing a man was easy and being sexy while undressing
wasn’t too hard either. “Unzip me,” she commanded.

Martin’s hand flew up to the neck of her dress, where the
zipper began. “Whoa,” he said. “I like to be told what to do for a change.
Anything for you.”

Desiree kept her smirk to herself. She had read him right.
She let the simple chemise slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. It
pooled around her legs and she slowly stepped from it, one leg at a time. “You
stand over there, then.”

Martin wagged his head like an eager puppy. He stepped back
to where she indicated. “Can I be of further assistance?”

“No. You must watch me, but you can’t move. You can’t touch
me and you certainly can’t touch yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Martin’s face was flush with excitement
now. He’d slipped into his sub role smoothly. Desiree wanted to chuckle but
kept it to herself. If things went as planned, she would have him practically
eating out of the palm of her hand in less than an hour. By the end of the
night, it would be easy to find out whatever she wanted to know.

She paused for a minute to let him take in all of her, her
matching purple lace underwear hugging her in all the right places. “Turn
around. I want you to be surprised.” He obliged her. She quickly slipped off
her undergarments and slid into the teddy from the closet. Obviously, Martin—or
someone—was very observant. It fit her perfectly, from top to bottom.

The bustier hugged her breasts, perching them up high like
trophies on display. It just covered her nipples. The leather hugged her
through her waist and cupped her bottom, the lace flounce around her thighs
highlighting the muscles there. Desiree wiggled, stepped back into her
stilettos and cleared her throat. “You can turn around now.”

Martin whipped back around so quickly he almost fell over. “Now,”
Desiree continued, “you take off your pants. And your shirt. From right there.
Go slow so I can see you. All of you.” Desiree folder her arms across her chest
and watched as Martin did as he was told. Watching was a treat. Although his
clothing was obviously tailored to fit, it still hid his physique. And it was a
good one.

Martin was very good at a striptease. As he removed first
his shirt, then his pants, he revealed washboard abs and strong, sinewy thigh
muscles any air-breathing female would find it hard not to notice. Desiree
couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her face burned and as her body betrayed her, a
slow tingling began between her thighs.

He finished and stood in just his briefs, waiting. Desiree
strode across the room and grabbed the glass Martin had filled. She emptied it
in one swallow.

“Are you enjoying what you see,
ma chérie
? I’m hoping
you will find some use for me. You will find everything and anything you might
need in the drawers of the cabinet.”

Without looking back, Desiree slowly opened the top drawer
in the credenza she’d thought was just a bar. She paused, her back to Martin.
It was hard not to appreciate someone who thought of every detail. The drawer
was full of all sorts of accoutrements. Her eyes scanned the items before her.
Most of them, she could identify, but there were a few she could not. She ran
her hand over the various items, finally removing leather straps and a whip.
She threw the straps in Martin’s direction. “Put these on.”

He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” He quickly rid himself of his
briefs and Desiree marveled at his firm ass. She chose a small flogger for
herself. It had a feather at one end and then soft cat-o-nine-tails on the
other, perfect for a gentle whipping.

A smile crept across her face as she watched him struggle.
For someone who was so in charge of things, he became submissive really
quickly. That certainly wasn’t a bad thing. Although the turn of events
surprised her, Desiree welcomed it. It was often the submissive who held all
the power.

The straps ran across Martin’s chest, one below his pecs,
one above. Desiree walked behind him and tightened them. He grunted. “How’s
that?”

“Tighter please, Mistress.”

She tugged as tightly as she could. He moaned. The straps on
the bottom were studded. He’d stepped into the harness and pulled it tight so
they circled his manhood. His penis stood at attention at a perfect ninety-degree
angle to his body. Desiree pushed down on it and it and then released it. His
dick jumped right back to attention. “Nice.” She walked around to his back. “Now,
what would you like me to do with you, Martin?”

“Please,” he moaned. “Please make me come.” The confident
Martin she had met earlier was gone. In his place was a man who was almost
cowering. His body begged for her to use him and Desiree didn’t want to
disappoint. The butterflies she’d felt when she first came through the door had
now grown to a tingling in her loins.

Desiree ran the feather end of her riding crop across his
backside. Martin moaned in response. “I’m not sure you deserve to come. Tell me
why you deserve to come today.”

“Please,” he begged. “Tie me up.” Martin’s voice was but a
whimper.

Desiree looked around the room quickly. The far wall had
grommets and hooks on it she hadn’t noticed before. They practically blended in
with the wall décor. “Move other there,” she commanded, slapping Martin on the
ass, this time with the cat-o-nine-tail side of the riding crop. He flinched,
then scurried over to where she indicated.

“There are tie-downs in the drawer.”

Desiree hit him again. “Did I ask you to address me? Only
speak to me when I ask you a question. Is that clear?” She pulled the drawer
open, enjoying the surge of power flowing through her veins. She’d had no idea
how much she would enjoy this type of sex play. If she had, she might have
tried it sooner.

She located what she was looking for, then strode over to
where Martin was now leaning against the wall. “Stand spread-eagle.”
Immediately, Martin spread his legs and opened his arms wide into a T shape as
if he were in the Army of Desiree.

Desiree used the ties she’d found to secure first one arm
and then the other to the hooks closest to each arm. Martin had put on
wristlets matching his other straps for this purpose. Finally happy with her
handiwork, Desiree took a step back to admire him.

He looked at her with eyes full of trust and questions. She
went back to the drawer one last time, this time removing some nipple clamps
and opening and shutting them between her fingers.

“Please?” He couldn’t go anywhere, but Martin tugged against
the straps acting like he would grab them from Desiree’s hands if he could.

“No talking,” she barked. Desiree put her face close to
Martin’s chest and inhaled. He stretched toward her. She licked first one
nipple, then the other, tweaking them afterward. They were already erect. She
put the nipple clamps on and he moaned. “Do you like that? Answer me!” She
brought the riding crop down hard on his thigh.

“Yes, Mistress.” His body trembled as he answered.

“Now for the good part. Martin, I’m going to punish you now.
Does that sound delicious?”

“Yes, Mistress. My safe word is Fresca.”

“Like the soda?”

“Yes, Mistress. Like the beverage.”

Just the sound of him addressing her that way added to the
stirring in her groin. She hit him again, this time on the other thigh. “How’s
that feel?”

“It hurts,” he moaned. “It hurts.”

“Does it hurt good? Or hurt bad?”

“I need you to punish me more, Mistress. It hurts good.”

Desiree kissed him in the center of his chest, then stepped
back. She hit him, again and again, until his skin turned red. Martin’s body
shook each time the riding crop came down. The more she hit, the more excited
they both became. Desiree’s breath came in hot gasps in time with her strokes.

Martin moaned over and over again. He thanked her every
fourth stroke. His face flushed red. Desiree took him to the edge and then
stopped. “No,” he pleaded. “Please. I’m almost there. I need to come.”

Desiree smiled. “I don’t think you have earned it yet. And I
want to come too. I’m going to release one hand and then I will need you to
help me too. Understand?”

Martin whimpered now. “I do. I understand. Just tell me how
and whatever you want will be yours. Show me how, Mistress.”

Desiree had become more excited with each stroke. The room
felt much hotter than it had earlier. Her face was flushed and the excitement
was building inside her. Desiree had spied what she wanted in the drawer
earlier. She quickly returned to the drawer one last time and removed a
clitoral stimulator and handed it to Martin, releasing the straps on one arm at
the same time. She left him tied to the wall on the other side. “I want you to
use this. If you don’t do a good job, I won’t let you come. I will leave this
room.” Desiree wasn’t actually sure she could leave, but it didn’t matter. “Do
you understand me?”