The Black Widow
Authors: Lisette Ashton
This book is a work of fiction.
In real life, make sure you practice safe sex.
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First published in 1999 by
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Copyright © Lisette Ashton 1999
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ISBN-10: 0-7952-0559-7
ISBN-13: 978-0-7952-0559-0
All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Sky grinned encouragingly at John as he settled himself in the birthing-stool.
Phase one of her plan was virtually complete and there could be no going back. If he had not been making it so easy, she might have had second thoughts. Doubts about the legality of what she was doing had plagued her from the day she had decided to take this course of action. The only thing that had kept her going was the knowledge that she had been wronged. She had to have revenge.
John smiled back at her, unable to mask the excitement sparkling in his eyes. Eagerness was apparent in the broad grin that stretched across his face. The pulse of his erection was another telltale sign of his arousal.
Studying his pale blue eyes, Sky knew that he was oblivious of her plans. He was simply anticipating pleasure and had no way of knowing her real intentions.
‘Faye Meadows asked me to get rid of this a while back,’ John explained. He tapped the side of the birthing-stool before lying back in it. ‘She believes it goes against the general ethos of Elysian Fields and, while I agree with her in principle, I’ve been longing for a chance to play with it.’
Sky nodded, barely listening to him. She had heard the name of the owner and it was an automatic reaction to ignore the rest of the sentence. The sound of the woman’s name was enough to make her anger rise and she did not want to give in to that emotion just yet. The time for that would come later.
They were in a corner room on the furthest side of the little-used west wing. Slats of golden sunlight streamed through the partially open blind behind John. The brilliant white paintwork still looked clinical and fresh. There was, however, a vaguely musty air in the room, indicating that it was seldom visited. John had already told her that the room was used only for storage, but she had not wanted to believe him. This all seemed too good to be true. They were alone and isolated.
Apart from the birthing-stool, there were a handful of boxes stacked in one corner and a haphazard pile of dining-chairs in another. On a small table, beside the door, lay Sky’s briefcase.
She glanced cautiously at the whitewashed walls, wondering if they were soundproof. They were far enough away from the main area of the building to enjoy some privacy. She knew that if he started shouting, though, someone would eventually hear. Of course, she could gag him, she realised, but that would spoil part of her fun.
A cruel smile flickered across her broad, sensuous lips.
Walking slowly over to the birthing-stool, she cast a cursory glance over John’s naked body. He had the sort of figure she would have anticipated seeing on the manager of a health farm. His chest was broad, rippling with a subtle lining of well-formed muscles. His biceps were large, though not so overly muscular as to appear ugly. The flat hairless stomach led down to a smooth, depilated pubic area, which accentuated the length of his erection. His balls were a tight pink sac that already looked close to the point of explosion.
She noticed that he was grinning at her with blatant admiration. Smiling into his handsome face, she ran her fingers through his short blond hair.
John closed his eyes, a blissful expression etching his features.
While his attention was diverted, Sky took advantage of the moment and fastened the clasps on his wrists.
John’s eyes opened suddenly. He stared at her with uncharacteristic suspicion as she secured the fasteners on his ankles. His mood seemed to have changed with the metallic click of the final clasp.
‘I’m not sure about this now, Sky,’ he began tentatively.
There was a nervous tremor in his voice and she could see that he was beginning to lose some of the confidence he had been exhibiting all morning. ‘Bondage and restraints definitely go against our policy here and this was just meant to be –’
‘Shut up,’ Sky snapped. ‘Shut up, or I’ll gag you.’ She kept her tone low but there was enough ice in her voice to show who was in control.
John fell silent.
Sky could see his panic rising. She was surprised by the ease with which she could read his thoughts from his facial expressions. He stared at her warily, his pale blue eyes flickering as he tried to equate her harsh tone with the quiet, attentive woman he had been escorting throughout the morning.
Until this moment, she had been nodding indulgently and making blithe observations as he led her through the rooms and treatment areas of Elysian Fields. Even when they walked through The Eatery, the health farm’s small dining area, she had managed to feign interest in his words. Whenever he had glanced at her, she had broadened her smile and treated him to a glimpse of the most alluring come-to-bed look her hazel eyes could manage. The zip of her black tracksuit top was pulled down, revealing a tantalising glimpse of sun-kissed cleavage. The tracksuit bottoms were also black and made from the same contour-hugging lycra. The fabric clung to every curve, from her delicate ankles up to her muscular thighs. It was a stark contrast to the pastel-pink uniform that the other female staff wore and she knew that John had noticed this. Like a new face in an office, she had seemed exciting to him because she was a little bit different. It was a carefully calculated part of her plan and it had worked exactly as she had hoped. The fact that he was strapped to the birthing-stool was testament to just how well it had worked.
Sky felt a pang of sympathy for him but she quashed the emotion before it could develop.
‘Poor John,’ she whispered, stroking cool fingers against the burning flesh of his arousal. ‘You and I have a lot in common.’ She brushed her lips against the sensitive flesh of his neck. Her tongue darted quickly against the lobe of his ear. ‘You see, I was an innocent victim once, so I know how bad you’re feeling.’
John was trying to appear brave. ‘I’m not feeling bad,’ he told her. He made an unsuccessful attempt to stifle the note of panic but his voice still faltered.
Sky laughed darkly. ‘Don’t worry,’ she assured him. ‘You will.’
Taking hold of his shaft in one hand, she realised that despite his nervousness his erection was still hard. As her fingers moved up and down his length, she curled them into a tight fist and squeezed.
John’s eyes opened wide and he stared at her with a gaping expression. ‘This really does go against the principles that we teach here at Elysian Fields,’ he told her through ragged breaths. ‘Elysian Fields is devoted to the perfection of the human body through the delights of –’
Sky squeezed his cock harder, using a vice-like grip that cut off his words abruptly.
‘Don’t tell me what this place is all about,’ she hissed through clenched teeth. ‘I know how Elysian Fields works. I wrote the fucking blueprint for this place.’ There was a wicked glimmer in her eyes that defied any challenge he might dare to make.
John exercised a sick grin.
Sky eased her punishing grip slightly and cursed herself for becoming so angry. She did not want to succumb to that emotion just yet and, when she eventually did, it was not going to be directed at John.
Part of her annoyance was caused by his constant use of the name ‘Elysian Fields.’ When Sky had originally envisioned the health farm she had wanted to name it either ‘Paradise’ or ‘Nirvana.’ ‘Elysian Fields’ was the title conjured up by a woman who had robbed her of that dream. The repeated use of the name was only adding to Sky’s blackening mood.
The morning had left her full of conflicting thoughts and feelings. First and foremost was a sense of accomplishment. She had written the blueprint for Elysian Fields and the place was exactly as she had pictured it. John’s patronisingly informative tour of the building had been an exciting ego trip, made tolerable by the fact she was seeing a reality that had been made from her dream.
New clients were greeted in a sumptuous foyer, then taken to a discreet counselling room. There, in a reassuring atmosphere, their tastes and predilections were carefully assessed and a detailed health plan was drawn up. As she had always envisioned, the health plan was little more than a diet of sex and low-calorie, organic food. From her own experience, she knew this was the only way of obtaining a perfect body.
After John had shown her the preliminary rooms, he had moved his tour on to the main facilities. They had glanced discreetly into the massage rooms and she had watched two professional male masseurs working on clients. It was exactly as she had pictured the health farm when the idea first occurred to her. The two women, both naked and enjoying themselves with determined passion, were furiously fucking the masseurs. One was standing against the wall, happily enduring a vigorous knee-trembler. The other had forced the blond masseur to lie down on the floor. She was straddling him in a squatting position, working the muscles of her inner thighs as she raised and lowered herself on to his long, thick cock. Her stamina was greater than anything Sky had ever seen previously, including Olympic hopefuls. But the client seemed unaware of her own efforts. Her concentration was devoted solely to enjoying the muscular Adonis on the floor. The physical exertion she employed was little more than a means to an end and, because of this, she was willing to work even harder in the urgent pursuit of her own self-indulgent satisfaction.
The aerobic room was just as orgiastic and with the same dedication to controlled physical activity. Under the supervision of a member of staff, four female clients were sweating, laughing and fucking one another rigorously. All were in pursuit of a healthier body, and, from Sky’s perspective, they looked close to attaining their goals.
John had taken her to the sauna room, swimming pool and Jacuzzi. In each area, Sky had felt her excitement rising as she witnessed displays of hedonistic revelry. It had been impossible to watch the carnal enjoyment of the others without giving in to a thrill of sexual excitement. Peering voyeuristically on to each scene, Sky had felt her own arousal beginning to stir. In a moment when John had been distracted, she had dared to caress her own nipple through the tight fabric of her lycra top. The gentle pressure of her fingers against the responsive nub of her breast had been so exquisite it was almost painful. She had stifled a groan of pleasure and tried valiantly to regain her composure when John tested a curious smile on her.
The pulse between her legs had been as powerful as her sense of accomplishment. It took a gargantuan effort of willpower to restrain her own salacious appetite. That effort had been helped by the rising anger that welled inside. Elysian Fields had been her dream and, while there was a degree of satisfaction in seeing it completed and working, she still felt as though she had been cheated and robbed. Unwilling to give in to the anger, even though it was helping to maintain perspective, Sky had focused on her plans for revenge.
With these memories tumbling through her mind, Sky continued to stroke his cock. A thoughtful smile teased her ripe lips. Her hand moved up and down John’s length in easy, languid strokes. She rolled the foreskin tightly back, then pushed it quickly forward. Her fingers travelled easily over the smooth, hairless length and she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his rigid shaft in her hand.
‘I suppose you’re wondering what I want from you,’ she said softly. Her smile was almost reassuring as she glanced into his questioning expression. ‘Don’t worry. It’s not a great deal.’
He swallowed. ‘What do you want?’
‘You decide,’ she told him. ‘I’m giving you a choice. I want control of Elysian Fields, and I can have it in two ways. You can either leave and never trouble me again, or you can stay as my submissive.’ She rolled his cock between her fingers, her lips hovering enticingly over his face. ‘Which are you going to choose, John?’
He blinked and shook his head. ‘I can’t do either of those things,’ he told her. ‘I have a job here and I’m not willing to –’
Sky squeezed hard on his erection. She had pulled the foreskin back as far as she could and was now stretching the skin beyond the point of pleasure. Her carefully manicured fingernails were coated with razor-sharp acrylic. The polished red tips bit hard at the base of his length, burrowing deep into the yielding flesh above his balls.
The sudden pain was enough to stop John midway through his sentence.
‘You’re not telling me what I want to hear,’ Sky whispered. Moving her lips down his chest and over his flat, hairless stomach, she blew gently against the burning flesh of his erection. She darted her tongue out quickly and touched the wet end against the tip of his raging length. ‘There is a third option but, since you’re uncomfortable with your current state of bondage, I don’t think you’d like it.’
Wordlessly, John glared at her.
Sky rolled her tongue over the tip of his cock for a second time, then took the head between her lips. Sucking gently, she smiled awkwardly up at him. She released her hand from his length and glanced at the spot where her fingernails had been. The flesh was still creased, as though invisible fingernails still rested there, but the skin was unbroken. Judging by the ferocity of his hard-on, she guessed that his excitement remained unaffected.
Grinning at her own wickedness, she took a step towards her briefcase. As she moved, she was aware that he was watching her. His close attention made her smile broaden and she decided it would be prudent to give him something more to watch. As long as his attention was focused on her, he would be less likely to shout for help. After unfastening the clasps on the case, Sky turned to face him. Her fingers rested over her cleavage, fondling the tab of her zipper. Once she was happy with the ardent attention he was showing, she began to draw it slowly downward. The tight lycra was forced back by the swell of her large breasts, revealing an expanse of light-copper flesh. After tugging the zip free, she slipped her arms out of the top and stood before him. The lycra bottoms accentuated the slenderness of her waist and the lithe muscularity of her thighs. Underneath the top she wore nothing but a lacy black bra. The gossamer fabric contrasted starkly with the sun-bronzed hue of her flesh. She raked splayed fingers through her long blonde hair, guiding a handful of loose tresses away from the swell of her breasts.
