Sexy as Hell Box Set (48 page)

Bitch.

“Come with me,” I said to Ollie and led the way out of my office and into the main showroom.

Sexy as Hell was empty now, my staff had gone home, and all that remained was for me to arm the security system on my way out and double lock the doors. Fifi had seemed glad of a night off from that job as she’d headed into the dark of the night with Carlos’ arm around her shoulder.

I was tingling all over—too much adrenaline was steaming through my system, jangling my nerves and making me catch my breath. I’d been kidding myself, there was no way I could go home and sleep, not until I’d used up this fractious energy, laid it into someone else.

“Stand in the middle.” I pointed to the centre of the room and flicked on the dim wall lights—not the spotlights, we didn’t need them, not when it was just us.

Ollie glanced at the empty viewing rooms.

“No one is watching, this is simply for our pleasure,” I said.

He swallowed and nodded.

“And you should strip,” I said, placing a heavy chair in front of him, solid steel with a rounded back and black covers on the leg feet.

With bustling movements and an unusual lack of cockiness, Ollie took off his leather jacket, brown corduroy trousers and black sweater. He shoved them out of the way along with his shoes and socks then stood naked and expectant, watching me with a wary downturn of his eyebrows and his mouth a thin slash of concern.

I’d got to him. Good. That was my intention. To rattle that annoying self-assurance out of him and push him to his limits. Clearly being dragged out of bed had knocked him down a peg or two. I wondered if he was worrying about being tired at his super-duper all-important job tomorrow or if he was more concerned with what his Mistress was about to subject him to.

I pulled back a red velvet curtain to reveal a selection of whips and floggers. It was time for Ollie to become acquainted with my friends. A large red flogger with a multitude of skinny suede laces called to me. I picked it up, tested its weight and decided it would do nicely.

Ollie was sporting a semi when I strutted over to him. His cheeks were nearly the same scarlet as the flogger. If he didn’t annoy me so much I’d have almost felt sorry for him, but I didn’t, because he irked the hell out of me, and besides, he’d asked for this. No, he’d
begged
for this.

“Have you ever been flogged?” I already knew what his answer would be, but I wanted to see him admit that there was something he hadn’t done.

He shook his head, eyed the instrument in my hand.

I brought it down on my boot, hard. The stinging slap echoed around the silent room.

He flinched.

“It will hurt,” I said, “but you will like it, after a while.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Turn around, hold onto the back of the chair and show me your arse. Bend a bit. Push it out so I have better access.”

Like an obedient puppy he turned, offering me his buttocks.

I paused for a moment, knowing that the anticipation of what was about to happen would be galloping around his body like a herd of antelope. His heart would be a slingshot about to take off when the first strike hit, and his arse would already be tingling, the nerves expecting pain and shivering with suspense.

I flicked my hair over my shoulders, stared at his back. He was so similar to Victor, tall and broad and with an underlying strength to his leanness. He wasn’t pumped with muscle, but still, the power was there, lurking beneath all that smooth flesh. Ollie was a little more golden-coloured than Victor, and he also had a crop of freckles, shaped like The Plough in the night sky, set in the very centre of his back.

His sun-kissed flesh made me think of Tuscany and Victor planning a trip there with his darling Catherine. I could almost see them shagging under the stars, sharing orgasms and then waking up to coffee and pastries as the sun rose over the olive groves.

I brought the flogger down hard and fast, whipping through the air and connecting with Ollie’s arse in one savage thwack.

“Ah, fucking hell,” he shouted, jerking forwards and straightening.

“You want to be my student?” I said, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him back to his bent-over position.

“Yes, yes, but—”

“Then take the pain, take it and enjoy it.” Again I thrashed down on him, delighting in the way he was already turning pink with long, luscious stripes weaving across his skin. “Masturbate,” I ordered, “while I hit you, then you’ll understand what we’re doing.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I was pretty sure he was speaking with his teeth clenched and his eyes shut tight.

He began to
wank, his shoulder twitching. I set another three, four lashes on him, each time wondering what it would be like to have Victor bent over, me beating him, Catherine watching and marvelling at the way I could control the flogger with such deft precision and in a way that made her boyfriend so hard that one word from me at the end of the session and he’d come.

I spread my pain-inflicting attention downwards, over the back of Ollie’s legs, then up to his shoulders. He was hot and red now, panting hard, taking what I gave him. My arm was beginning to ache and that irritated me all the more. It had never ached when I’d paddled Victor. I’d been having too much fun then to have muscle fatigue.

“Ah, shit, that’s just about all I can take,” Ollie said when I administered a brutal blow that covered both of his buttocks and licked around his right hip.

“Just a little more, till you’re on the edge of coming,” I said, pausing and sweeping my hand down his back, to the crease of his buttocks and then further, much further, right the way to his arse-hole.

He trembled and carried on wanking, letting out a groan as I pressed against his anus.

“You ever been fucked here?” I asked.

“No,” he said breathlessly.

“Do you want to be?”

“I want whatever you want, Mistress.”

That was a yes, then. I’d store that bit of information for future use. Make sure I took a strap-on if we went away for a bit of one-on-one time.

I huffed and resumed my flogging. Like that would ever happen. When would I go away with Ollie? It wasn’t like we were Victor and Catherine with a luxury place in Tuscany to jet off to.

I paused.

Or were we?

A sudden seed of an idea popped into my mind.

I threw the flogger down, stepped in close behind Ollie, and let my body press into his, knowing my clothes would feel cold and sharp on his poor, abused, scarlet skin. Reaching round his waist, I took hold of his cock, gripping it over his moving fist.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, my lips moving against his neck.

“It hurts, fuck, it hurts.”

“Do you like it?”

“I do now.”

“Now that I’ve stopped?”

“Yes.”

I peeled his fingers from his shaft and took a tight grasp, resumed the frantic pace he’d been treating himself to. He let out another moan.

“But if I hadn’t flogged you, Ollie, you wouldn’t feel like this now. It would simply be you getting a handjob. Your body wouldn’t feel alive, every breath wouldn’t remind you that your skin and blood is full of desire, full of arousal.”

“Yes, ah…that feels so nice, Mistress. To have your hands on me.”

“You’re very hard, Ollie.” I licked the section of skin beneath his ear, sampling his flavour, testing to see if it was the same as Victor’s.

It wasn’t.

“I’m going to make you come now, Ollie, as a reward for taking the flogging so well. You’ve made good progress tonight, coming here, being beaten without complaint and getting such a good stiffy in the process.”

“Thank you, Mistress, thank you. I want to do well for you, make you proud of me.”

He was tense, his breaths hard and fast. Pre-cum coated the tip of his cock and I used it as lube, tugging him until he was more solid and thicker in my palm.

“What you must learn now, Ollie, is that you will be rewarded for good behaviour. I’m a fair Mistress. If you perform well, please me, you will always get something in return.” I paused. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Worth getting out of bed for.”

“God…yes…” He groaned, tipped his head back and pushed his hips forward, shunting his cock more firmly into my hand.

“And after you’ve come, Ollie, all over the floor, we’ll talk about your next lesson, and, more importantly, your next reward.”

“Yes, please, yes.”

“What would you like the most, as your next reward?” I knew what his answer would be, and it would suit me well, I could give it. I might have to close my eyes and pretend he was Victor, but that would be okay.

He didn’t answer.

“Come,” I whispered, upping the pace. “And as you come tell me what you want most in the world to do to me.”

“Ah, ah, yes…yes. I want to…”

The first shot of cum spurted from his dick, wet and warm. I caught some of it in my fingers.

“I want to…fuck you, Mistress.”

“And you can,” I said, sinking my teeth into his neck and then sucking at the sharp pain I knew I’d created. I’d said before that I wouldn’t let him fuck me, but life had a way of taking you down roads you’d sworn never to travel.

“Oh, God, that feels so good, you doing that, Mistress…thank you.”

I suddenly released him and stepped back. Didn’t want to give him too much fun now, did I.

He quickly fisted his cock and hunched over, using his free hand to grip the back of the chair. A final splat of cum hit the floor, a milky gloop landing half against the leg of the chair.

“Oh, yes…”

He tipped his head towards the ceiling. His eyes were shut and his lips parted. I could make out the lines of his ribs as he caught his breath and held it deep for a few moments before letting out a long, low groan.

There was something about the guttural quality of his groan that twanged my heartstrings. Victor groaned like that too. It was a deliciously uninhibited sound that seemed to tear from his chest, pulling with it a whole tumble of pleasure that vibrated through the air.

A shot of lust went to my clit, reminding me of my own bliss when Victor and I had come together, our moans of delight entwining the way our bodies had. I resisted the urge to order Ollie’s head between my legs. He’d enjoy that too much and I needed to keep my trump cards close. There would be a time for playing them soon enough—hopefully.

“Stay like that,” I said to Ollie.

His back was chaffed and marked. I replaced the flogger and reached for a pot of soothing cream. Set about rubbing it into his sore skin. He flinched as the cool liquid spread but after a few seconds surrendered to my industrious movements.

“So you want to fuck me?” I said, slipping my fingers once again through the crack of his buttocks and just skimming over his back hole.

“Ah…oh…yes, Mistress, more than anything in the world, even more than I want to keep breathing.”

I rolled my eyes. He was pathetic, but that could work to my advantage. “There is something you can do for me that will bring you that privilege.”

“There is?”

He half twisted to look at me, and I shoved at his shoulder, turned him back to the chair. Carried on sweeping cream over his skin.

“Yes, I want a holiday.”

“Absolutely, anywhere you want to go, just say it and I’ll organise it.” He paused. “Would it be for two people?”

“Of course, what would be the point of going alone, Ollie? I need you there if you’re to be my student.”

Pleasure practically radiated from him. He shivered again under my touch as I massaged the white cream into his shoulders.

“I’ll take you wherever your heart desires, Mistress Zara, your happiness is mine.”

“I’m glad to hear it, and actually, I’ve got my heart set on one place in particular.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Tuscany. I’ve never been to Italy, heard it’s wonderful at any time of the year.”

“Consider it done.”

I paused, rubbed the cream over the mark I’d left on his neck. “I want to go to a villa, with another couple preferably. That would make your training so much more rounded. You have to learn to perform like this in front of others, Ollie. That’s when we’ll get to the really erotic stuff, you fucking me, me fucking you, all those things you’ve dreamed about, and then some your vanilla imagination couldn’t come up with in a million years.” I slapped his arse. “Get dressed.”

“Ah, shit.” He turned, straightened and looked down at me.

Even with me wearing my heeled boots he was damn tall, as tall as Victor.

His frown turned to an expression of confusion. “You want to go away with another couple?”

“Yes.” I replaced the lid on the cream, willing myself to stay calm, not to sound needy.

“And do you have someone in mind?”

“No, I’m not exactly the type of person bursting with cosy couple friends. But you must know someone who’d be willing to come with us to Tuscany. Share a nice private villa and some fun times, if you know what I mean. Not all your friends can be as predatory as you, some must be…normal.”