The Black Widow (13 page)

‘I don’t know who your husband is,’ Poppy sobbed. ‘I don’t know who your husband is, and I don’t know who you are. I’m sorry,’ she wailed, ‘but I just don’t know who you are.’

‘My husband was Malcolm Meadows,’ Sky explained stiffly.

Poppy’s face crumpled like a paper handkerchief in a merciless fist.

‘Since the last time we met, I’ve earned the nickname “the Black Widow”, but I doubt you’d be aware of that. You probably best remember me as Sky Meadows, Malcolm Meadows’ penniless widow. Have I helped to jog your memory a little yet?’

‘Oh! No!’ Poppy cried. Realisation had struck her like a fist. ‘I never meant to…I mean it was a genuine mistake and…I am so sorry –’

‘You haven’t begun to know what sorry is yet.’

‘I thought the invitation here was a simple gratuity,’ Poppy moaned. She leant her head on the padded rest near to her tied right arm. Miserably, she sobbed against it, her entire body shivering with each cry.

‘Who the hell would give you a gratuity?’ Sky asked nastily. ‘You’re totally worthless. There’s only one thing you need and we both know that it’s not a gratuity, don’t we?’

Poppy glanced up at her with eyes that swam behind a veil of tears. ‘What do I need?’ she whispered.

Sky’s grin was predatory and dangerous. ‘You need punishing,’ she said quietly. Because she spoke without obvious anger, she realised her words carried a lot more menace. ‘It’s as simple as that, Poppy. You need punishing. You’ve needed punishing for a long time now, and I’m just the woman to do it for you.’

Poppy recoiled from Sky’s words. If she had not been tied to the pec deck, they both knew she would have fled the room. ‘It was an accident,’ she moaned. ‘I never meant to cause you any upset and I never meant to lose your money. I was just trying do the right thing and –’

‘The road to hell is paved with good intentions,’ Sky observed darkly. ‘Now shut up.’

‘But I –’ She got no further.

Sky slapped her face, cutting her off cold. She pushed the handle of the whip back into Poppy’s mouth, making her hold it there before letting go. ‘Remember,’ she hissed, ‘drop it and you’re really going to be in trouble.’

Gagged again, Poppy nodded, she was doe-eyed with fear and in no position to disobey.

‘Good,’ Sky said encouragingly. A dark smile flitted across her lips, then she turned her attention to Poppy’s bra. Her frown reappeared. ‘White bra and black pants,’ she murmured with blatant disgust. She reached for the cups of the bra and tugged them in opposite directions with powerful urgency.

Poppy grunted unhappily around the whip. Her moan was barely audible above the sound of tearing fabric. She tried to distance herself from Sky as the woman tore the bra away from her body but Wendy had tied her tightly to the pec deck. Poppy could do little more than twist and flinch against her bindings.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Sky hurled the torn fabric into a corner of the gym. She glanced at Poppy’s exposed breasts and made a noncommittal sound by way of appraisal. Her hands cupped the warm flesh and she rubbed the tips of her fingers against the raised ridge of Poppy’s dark-brown areolae. Before either of them could extract pleasure from the intimacy, she snatched her hands away and guided them deliberately downward.

Unhappily, Poppy stared at her.

Sky deliberately ignored the woman. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of Poppy’s panties and she treated her to an evil grin.

Poppy shook her head in silent refusal of what the Black Widow intended. The tendrils of the sauna whip brushed lightly against her cheek as she moved her head from side to side, but she ignored their gentle caress.

Glaring triumphantly into Poppy’s fearful eyes, Sky continued. She slid her hands inside the warmth of Poppy’s panties, touching the hidden flesh with cool, exploring fingers.

So intense was her fear and distress that an uncontrollable pulse shivered through Poppy’s body.

Ignoring her tremors, Sky worked her hands down through the thatch of flattened hairs. Her fingers moved purposefully toward the lips of Poppy’s sex and, when the tip of one nail grazed against the nub of Poppy’s clitoris, she smiled at the woman’s discomfort with malicious cruelty.

Around the whip, Poppy snatched a shuddering breath.

Still smiling, Sky tore the panties from the woman’s hips.

With the tearing fabric cutting against her intimate flesh, Poppy gasped sharply. A dull shriek wailed at the back of her throat but the noise was lost behind the whip in her mouth. A ragged sigh shook its way out of her body.

‘There,’ Sky muttered, satisfaction colouring her words. ‘Now you’re a step closer to being coordinated.’ She studied her victim for a moment, admiring the shapely curves of Poppy’s bare body. Her breasts were not overly large, but they were pert and tipped with gorgeous dark-brown areolae that silently begged for Sky to touch them. Still sitting in the posture Wendy had shown her, her narrow hips and her lithe legs possessed an appeal that had been well and truly hidden while she was clothed. Although she dressed in the most unflattering way imaginable, Sky had to admit that, naked, Poppy looked quite alluring. She remembered how her husband had joked about the dowdy solicitor’s lingerie and wondered if he had suspected she was hiding such a beautiful figure beneath her wretched clothes.

Not even aware that she was doing it, Sky reached out a hand and brushed her knuckles against the swell of Poppy’s breast. She caressed the dark-brown areola of one orb and allowed the tips of her fingers to tease the flattened nub of the woman’s nipple. A sensation like electricity passed through her fingers.

Both women studied one another suspiciously. That they had both experienced the sensation was undeniable.

Sky glared warily down at Poppy, as though she suspected her of trying some clever ploy to gain release from her bindings.

Poppy was staring unhappily up at Sky, not masking her obvious fear at this new turn in events.

Without warning, Sky gripped the woman’s nipple and squeezed hard. The tips of her manicured fingernail buried themselves into the soft tissue, almost cutting into the flesh. Wanting to inflict more discomfort than the tips of her fingers could manage, Sky twisted her wrist and tugged hard at the same time.

Poppy barked a sharp exclamation of surprise. Her jaw dropped as she stared at Sky with an expression of absolute disbelief. The whip tumbled from her mouth, bounced lightly against Sky’s wrist, then fell to the floor. When Poppy dared to glance up at the Black Widow, her face was contorted by mixed emotions. Above the pain and the hurt was a fearful frown. Poppy realised she had dropped the whip and that went directly against Sky’s orders.

Wordlessly, Sky released her grip on Poppy’s breast. She bent down to pluck the sauna whip from the floor and tested it thoughtfully with a flick of her wrist.

As the tendrils of the whip brushed through the air, Poppy flinched.

Sky studied her solemnly.

‘What do you want from me?’ Poppy whispered. ‘Why have you brought me here? And what are you going to do with me?’

Sky shook her head. ‘You’re in no position to ask questions,’ she remarked stiffly. ‘But, since you’re so curious, I suppose I should tell you. I’m not going to do anything to you that you haven’t done to me,’ she explained enigmatically.

Poppy shook her head, not bothering to hide her lack of comprehension. ‘I don’t understand.’ She sobbed. ‘What are you going to do to me?’

‘I’m going to do the same thing to you as you’ve done to me. I’m going to fuck you over. I’m going to fuck you over and I’m going to make you desperately unhappy.’ Sky’s smile broadened as she watched more tears well in Poppy’s eyes. Before the woman had a chance to protest, Sky raised the sauna whip. With a harsh cry of satisfaction, she brought it swiftly down against Poppy’s bare breast. The whip’s sharp-edged tips bit cruelly into her exposed nipple.

Poppy’s cry of despair echoed hollowly against the mirrored walls of the gymnasium. She tugged against the restraints at her hands and her feet, shaking her head in refusal of the pain flaring in her chest.

Her discomfort was so obvious that Sky almost felt a twinge of sympathy. It was only a short-lived emotion – Sky quickly killed it before it could develop. Not trusting the threat of her own good nature, Sky stopped herself from empathising with the woman’s plight. She reminded herself how much suffering she had been forced to endure because of Poppy’s stupidity and incompetence. Thinking of the hardship she had lived through during the past two years was more than enough to quash her compassion. Sky raised the whip high in the air and struck Poppy on the other breast. She scored her victim with pinpoint accuracy, flicking the whip adroitly against Poppy’s nipple.

The leather tips of the sauna whip cracked like autumn twigs.

Poppy’s mortified cries turned into agonised shrieks.

With bitter satisfaction, Sky began to laugh. Poppy was staring at her with hurt, tear-swollen eyes and that only added to her good mood.

‘Does that make you feel better?’ Poppy asked miserably.

Sky snapped the sauna whip twice through the air. The first blow scored a direct hit on Poppy’s left breast. The second grazed the areola of her right. Each blow extracted anguished cries from Poppy. With her smile tightening, Sky slapped the sauna whip down between her legs. The tips bit hard against the PVC bench, landing so close to the bare lips of Poppy’s sex that both women flinched. Glancing at the end of the whip, Sky could see a handful of Poppy’s dark-brown public hairs caught in the leather tendrils. She had not intended to go so near to the woman’s pussy with the weapon and realising how close she had come to properly hurting her sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Sky’s body.

‘Damned right that makes me feel better,’ Sky murmured honestly. She glanced at Poppy’s nipples, swollen from the barrage of blows they had just received. She supposed that they were standing so proudly simply because of the abuse they had endured. She doubted it could be attributed to anything else. Nevertheless, when she placed an inquisitive finger against the thrust of one nipple, she knew that Poppy’s cry was not made from discomfort.

‘You have a submissive side, don’t you?’ Sky muttered, rolling the hard button of flesh between her thumb and forefinger.

‘Isn’t it just as well?’ Poppy replied sharply.

Sky squeezed the swollen tip hard. With her other hand she raised the whip and brought it down smartly against Poppy’s other breast.

‘Don’t talk back to me, you dumb bitch,’ Sky hissed. ‘You have a submissive side, which means you might get off on some of the stuff I have planned for you. But if you start trying to talk back to me, I’ll make sure you suffer through every long minute of this afternoon. Do I make myself clear?’ As she asked the question, Sky squeezed hard on the delicate nub of flesh she was holding.

Poppy had her eyes squeezed shut, as though this would combat the flare of pain emanating from her breast. Snorting air through her nostrils like a panting mare, she nodded her response to Sky’s question, unable to manage her words.

‘Good,’ Sky growled. ‘I’m pleased that we understand one another.’

Poppy stared miserably at the Black Widow, the pain still torturing her features even when Sky had removed her hand. ‘I’m sorry for talking back,’ she murmured unhappily. ‘I didn’t mean to cause offence and I didn’t mean to –’

‘Shut up,’ Sky said softly. ‘Or I’ll whip your tits again.’

Poppy held her tongue and stared at the woman in fearful silence.

Sky grinned at her eager obedience, warming to the dual roles of dominatrix and disciplinarian. She turned the sauna whip round in her hand, holding the top of the handle, close to the tendrils of the whip. After studying the rounded base of the handle for a moment, her grin widened.

Watching her, Poppy frowned in horror, recoiling from the idea that had so obviously occurred to Sky. ‘No way,’ she gasped.

‘I told you to shut up,’ Sky reminded Poppy absently. She was still staring at the rounded end of the whip’s handle, a fond smile teasing her lips as she considered its smooth phallic shape. ‘Don’t make me warn you again,’ Sky added meaningfully.

Poppy looked as though she was about to say something but she caught glint if the malice in Sky’s hazel eyes. The unspoken threat of punishment was more than enough to silence her. Even when Sky brandished the end of the whip in front of her face, she remained obediently silent.

‘Suck it,’ Sky said simply. She pushed the edge of the whip against Poppy’s lower lip. ‘Suck it, and get it good and wet,’ Sky instructed her.

Rolling her lips around the phallus-shaped handle, Poppy sucked on the rounded end. Watching her, Sky could see the woman’s tongue distorting the soft flesh of her cheek as she valiantly attempted to wet the entire length. Sky was surprised by how stimulating she found the sight. Poppy did not look particularly pretty as she sucked on the whip, but Sky thought she was a vision of servility as she tried to accommodate all of it in her mouth.

It was an unconscious reaction when she reached a hand into Poppy’s hair and pulled her head against the phallus. Because Poppy was seated and she was standing, sky was struck by the realisation that this was how it would feel for a man to get a blow job. The idea brought a peculiar excitement and inspired a sudden appetite that she had not expected.

The need to have Poppy’s tongue was sudden but overwhelming.

Sky snatched the handle of the whip from Poppy’s mouth and held it up to the lights beneath the gym’s ceiling. The black leather glistened with the coating of Poppy’s saliva.

Sky released her hold on Poppy’s hair, moved the whip down and pushed it between Poppy’s legs. The end pressed rudely into her cleft, forcing itself roughly against the lips of Poppy’s labia. Because she was tied hand and foot to the pec deck, and because she was sitting in the correct posture for exercising, the handle of the whip could not penetrate her. However, Sky knew that the phallic end of the handle would be exciting the sensitive flesh between her legs.

Not that Sky was particularly bothered about Poppy’s enjoyment of their afternoon in the gym. The solicitor’s pleasure was so unimportant it was barely worth contemplating. Nevertheless, Sky felt she would extract far more satisfaction from this afternoon if she forced her victim to endure a thrill of the pleasures that she was probably unfamiliar with.