The Word Master (19 page)

Chapter 35.

I slept like the dead until late on Saturday afternoon. By the time I reached ‘The Moncrieff’ hotel it was after 5pm.

Nancy would arrive in less than an hour.

I went up to the room and tried to visualize the night’s events. The bedroom was large, and the bed was king-size. There were heavy drapes over the windows. I pulled them open and stared down at a view of congested traffic as it crawled through the heart of the city. I drew the drapes closed again and went out into the large living area. It was expensively decorated with antique furniture. Gilt-framed paintings and a mirror hung on the walls. There was a television, a small round table with a nest of straight-backed chairs, a sofa, and a deep leather armchair. Through a glass door I could see a narrow balcony. I stepped outside for a moment and the thrumming sound of the traffic below rose up on the air like a series of undulating vibrations.

The only other room was a bathroom with a corner spa and a shower.

I carried the bag of props I had purchased, and I laid them out on a plush antique sofa, arranging each item carefully. When the time came, I knew from past experience that organization and efficiency would be the key to making the event I was about to stage realistic and convincing.

I found a spare blanket in a bedroom closet. I spread it over the items and then went to the mini bar.

I needed a drink.

There was a timid knock at the door a few minutes before 6pm. I set down my glass and went across the living room.

Nancy was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a short black dress that clung to the curves of her body. It was cut low and hemmed high. Most of what I saw was flesh. She had high heels on, and wore no jewelry. She was clutching a small bag in front of her. Her eyes were wide and shimmering with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

“The toys?” I asked.

She nodded and glanced to her left. There was a briefcase on the floor. “They’re in there,” she said softly.

I held the door open. She stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the furnishings. She stopped in the middle of the floor and waited demurely.

I closed the door, set the briefcase down in the bedroom and then came back to where Nancy stood waiting for instructions. I stepped up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She tilted her head forward and I kissed the back of her neck. I felt her shudder. Slowly my hands worked their way down her arms, pinning them to her side. My mouth followed the line of her neck and I kissed her again more forcefully. Nancy swayed and leaned back against me. I inhaled the scent of her perfume and leaned close to her ear.

“Tonight is going to be something extraordinary,” I whispered. “An evening that will remind you that you are my property for my pleasure.”

I heard her give a soft little gasp. My hands drifted across the tensed muscles of her thighs and then slowly began to tug at the hem of her dress. I lifted it up to her hips and then felt between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. My fingertips brushed teasingly across the mound of her sex.

She dropped her little clutch bag.

The dress had a zipper at the back. I drew it down slowly and then peeled the gauzy fabric off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra either. I slid the dress off her and left it in a puddle at her feet so that she was utterly naked.

“You can keep the heels on,” I decided.

Nancy inclined her head. I stepped in front of her. She looked up into my eyes, and she was smiling.

“May I speak?” she asked softly.

“Yes.”

“I have something to tell you – something very exciting.”

“Is it about tonight?”

She shook her head. “No. It’s actually about the radio station.”

“Then it can wait a few hours,” I decided, and then tried to guess the time. “We will have company arriving in a few minutes time and you need to be prepared for them.”

Nancy’s expression changed. She gazed hard at me, her face filling with curious intrigue.
“Them?”

I nodded. “Three men.”

The smile on her lips slowly spread like a sunrise. The corner of her mouth twitched into something wicked and adventurous… but she said nothing. She nodded her head, lowering her eyes before I could read any more of her thoughts.

“Yes, Master,” she husked. “I understand.”

I led Nancy into the bedroom and she stood obediently at the foot of the bed. I blindfolded her with a black scarf from the briefcase and then guided her onto the big bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” I said. “Then I want you to reach forward and clasp your hands together.”

Nancy did as I instructed and I handcuffed her wrists. I left the key on the bedside table by a lamp.

“Spread your knees,” I said gently. She obeyed. I reached across the bed and slid the palm of my hand along the folds of her pussy. She flinched as though she had been electrocuted, and sucked in a sharp gasp of breath.

“Stay still!” I snapped. Nancy groaned. I explored the wet folds of her pussy with my fingers and then circled my thumb around her clit, never touching the hard little bud directly, but rather teasing her so that her nerves would be set on edge. She stayed perfectly still but her breathing became heavier. I coated my fingers in the juices of her arousal and then reached forward and thrust them into her open mouth. She moaned, and then obediently sucked them clean.

“I’m going now,” I said. “I’m leaving you here for the next two hours. The men I have arranged to visit are all businessmen. They’re also gentlemen. You will not be harmed in any way, I assure you. You will be perfectly safe, but you must obey their every command and give yourself to each of them willingly. Do you understand?”

“You’re going to leave me alone with them?”

“Yes.”

Nancy was trembling with excitement. She swallowed hard and then gasped. “Yes Master!”

“If I hear any reports from any of these three men that you were unwilling or unable to pleasure them, you will be punished.”

“Yes Master!”

I got up and walked out of the room. I pulled the door closed loudly so that Nancy would know I was gone, and I left her alone, and naked, and cuffed, and blindfolded, on the king-size bed of a hotel room, in the middle of the city.

Chapter 36.

I went to the front door of the hotel room, opened it and closed it again. Then I came back to the sofa and pulled the blanket off the props I had purchased.

Preparation and planning – they’re the key to creating memorable sexual moments, especially within the BDSM lifestyle. I’m sure it’s been said before, but creating the appearance of spontaneous pleasure takes a lot of careful thought and organization.

I picked up the cigar and went quietly out onto the balcony. I smoked quickly, blowing the aromatic scent of the tobacco down over my shirt, filling the fabric with the smoky odor. I crushed out what remained of the cigar and went back to the sofa. I picked up the big bristly moustache and pressed it to my lip.

I had long ago learned that sexual arousal for women is multi-sensory; a cocktail of sight, touch and scent sensations. For men it’s all visual, but women are much more complex – a combination of intangible elements all connected, so that exciting a woman sexually becomes a balancing act built around her emotional responses.

I went into the bedroom, deliberately making my steps heavy and shuffling. I wanted Nancy to believe the first of her three mysterious businessmen had just entered the bedroom.

I walked around the bed, grunting gruffly. I saw Nancy wrinkle her nose – she could smell the cigar. I smiled secretly to myself and then took a fistful of her hair and lifted her face up off the bed. I kissed her roughly so that she could feel the bristles of the moustache and taste the tobacco on my breath. Nancy’s mouth opened wide and willingly. She moaned into my mouth and I thrust my tongue between her lips. My free hand reached down to cup one of her breasts. I pinched the nipple hard until I felt her mouth wrench into an erotic grimace.

“What’s your name?” Nancy asked in a shaking breath.

I said nothing. I stripped off my jeans. My cock was hard. I knelt on the bed behind Nancy and thrust myself deep inside her pussy with a single long stroke.

She squealed – not in pain, but in sheer delight. My torso slapped against the firm cheeks of her bottom as I impaled her.

“Fuck yes!” Nancy hissed. She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees and slammed herself back against me. She was growling, snarling like a caged animal suddenly let off the leash. She went wild on my cock, muttering a string of filthy erotic obscenities as I began to drive myself deeper and deeper inside her pussy.

She hung her head, and arched her back. I scraped my fingernails down her spine and then slapped her hard on the bottom. She shrieked an erotic thrill and her legs began to tremble.

“Harder!” she sobbed with a desperation in her voice I hadn’t heard before. “Slap me harder! Be as brutal as you like.”

I slapped her bottom again, cupping my hand so that the sound would be amplified, but the impact would cause no real pain. Her flesh began to redden. Nancy writhed around my cock, a low determined grunt of satisfaction thick in her voice.

I felt myself swelling inside her. Nancy’s inner muscles contracted and pulsed around my shaft with a fierce grip. I slowly drew my cock from her pussy and then pushed her roughly onto her back. Her legs fell open willingly. I knelt beside her on the bed and raised her cuffed hands above her head. I dragged my mustached lips down over her breasts and then lower towards her sex. Nancy gulped, then choked on a breath of air. I clamped one hand around her throat and she started to pant. I thrust two of the fingers from my other hand into her pussy and then painted her lips with the slick wet juices of her arousal. Nancy licked at the taste, savoring the tang of herself. I forced my cock into her mouth and took a handful of her hair.

She responded with unrestrained passion. My cock slid across her lips and she lavished it with her tongue. She was making soft mewling sounds, lifting her head up off the bed to engulf me. I could see the tensed strain in the muscles of her neck. I closed my eyes and let the fluttering thrill of her enthusiasm carry me to the very brink of exploding.

When I was close to coming I climbed off the bed and rolled Nancy onto her side. I fetched the riding crop from the briefcase and used it to lightly tap at the perfect peach-shape of her bottom. The flesh beneath the leather pad turned crimson red and I could see the heat spreading across her cheeks. Nancy flinched with each dabbing swat, and rubbed her thighs together.

When the urge to explode had passed, I climbed back on the bed and took Nancy again. I was rough – not brutal. I lay above her and pounded my cock inside her while she laced her ankles around my thighs and tossed her head from side to side. We were both rushing towards the brink. I slowed my strokes. Nancy crushed her hips against mine, meeting every stroke, and urging me to go faster. When I could wait no longer I faked my orgasm, clenching the muscles of my cock several times and groaning out loud. Nancy screamed a shriek of pure ecstasy and then exploded into her own thrashing orgasm. I rode through the storm of her release, and then eased myself from within her. My cock was still painfully hard, coated with the slick rush of her orgasm.

Nancy lay spread legged on the bed, twitching uncontrollably as the rippled afterglow of her orgasm washed through her body. She was panting and sobbing at the same time. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands trembled. I leaned over her, gave her one more long lingering kiss while wearing the fake moustache… and then I left the room.

Back in the living room, I stripped off my shirt to remove the scent of tobacco, and took a swig of bourbon from one of the mini-bar bottles. I splashed more alcohol across my chest, then peeled off the moustache. I pulled on a pair of soft leather driving gloves and walked naked back into the room.

Nancy lay like melted wax on the tangled sheets of the bed. She had kicked her heels off. I stood watching her for long moments and then went quietly towards her. She sensed me. She stiffened for an instant. She could smell the alcohol. I ran a leather-gloved hand up her thigh and she shivered.

“What’s your name?” she asked softly. She licked her lips.

I said nothing.

I went to the briefcase and carried the ball-gag back to the bed. I kissed Nancy and she moaned around my mouth. She took a deep breath and inhaled the strong fumes of the alcohol. I kept her mouth open with my fingers and inserted the ball-gag into her mouth. It was a red ball, not quite two inches in diameter. Nancy clamped her lips around the ball while I buckled the leather strap around her head to hold the piece in place.

I took her by the arm and lifted her off the bed. She came staggering and unbalanced. Her legs were still weak. I pressed her up against the bedroom wall and lifted her hands above her head. I reached down between her thighs and pushed them wide apart. Nancy thrust her bottom out, understanding instinctively how I wanted her. Her legs were straight and tensed. Her hands clawed at the wall in anticipation.

I slid my cock inside Nancy with the kind of aching slow tease that I knew would drive her frantic. She was making muffled sounds of excitement around the gag. I reached around her body and ran the leather gloves over her breasts. I squeezed both her nipples and then slid my hands down her flanks and buried the tips of my fingers into the flesh of her hips.

She came up onto her tiptoes as I pulled my cock out and then thrust back inside her. Her whole body seemed to rock. She pressed her cheek against the wall, so I could see the drool from the gag slick against her chin.

I worked my length in and out of Nancy’s tight pussy for several minutes, never increasing my pace and never slowing; a constant rhythm that would provide more anticipation than satisfaction, until I saw her clench her hands into fists and her breathing became strained.

The maddening tempo forced her to push back against me, but each time she did, I withdrew myself and left her wanting and aching for long empty seconds as a kind of sexual punishment. Nancy’s shoulders were tensed. Her legs began to tremble. I reached around and brushed one leather-gloved hand across the aching nub of her clit.

Nancy grunted. She was perspiring. Her back glistened with a satin sheen. I pressed my chest against her back and then bit her shoulder.

Nancy moaned. Her hands came down off the wall, still tightly cuffed, and she tried to reach for her pussy. I caught her wrists and pushed her back onto the bed. She lay with her legs splayed.

I dropped to my knee and buried my face between her parted thighs. Nancy made a squealing sound of delight and relief behind the gag. The lips of her sex were swollen and slick with her juices. Her clit stood proud above the folds of her flesh. I drew my tongue slowly along the contours of her pussy, and then trapped her clit gently between my teeth.

Nancy bucked her hips. I heard the clink of chain and then felt the urgent press of her manacled hands on the back of my head. She began to writhe in contorted uncontrolled spasms. I flickered my tongue across her clit and then pressed one gloved finger deep inside her.

I heard a long muffled moan of deep satisfaction, and then Nancy’s legs clamped violently together around me as a sudden orgasm rocked her. The muscles in her torso clenched and she heaved her upper body off the bed. I held my finger deep inside her and kept strumming her clit with the tip of my tongue. Nancy went limp at last and then fell, shattered, back onto the mattress, exhausted and gasping.

I unfastened the handcuffs, and gently unbuckled the leather restraint of the ball gag. Nancy groaned, weak with the delirium of her exhaustion. “Thank you,” she croaked.

I stood watching her for a moment. The tang of her taste was on my lips. She lay like she had fallen from a window onto the sidewalk below; her legs apart, one arm flung across her body and the other thrown languidly above her head.

I left the room, closed the door behind me, and changed into a fresh shirt. I swigged mouthwash and then sprinkled my chest and jaw with expensive cologne. When I went back into the bedroom I had a silk tie in one hand. Nancy had not moved.

I shuffled and scuffed my feet. Nancy licked her lips like they were parched. She turned her head slowly towards the sound of me. “My name is Nancy,” she said in a croak. “What’s yours?”

I said nothing. I seized one of her wrists and knotted the end of the tie around it. Then I dragged her off the bed and led her towards the drapes.

She came tottering. The strength had gone from her legs. Her body glistened with perspiration. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down between her breasts and ran in a rivulet to her navel.

There was a wingback leather chair by the window. I positioned Nancy on her hands and knees on the cushion so that she had her chin resting on the backrest of the chair, her bottom lifted high. She dangled her arms limply. I looped the tie underneath the legs of the chair and bound her other wrist so that she was kneeling, perched, facing the window.

Then I drew the drapes wide open.

Nancy flinched. The light in the bedroom was muted, but with the drapes drawn apart, the glare from the surrounding city buildings spilled in – a riot of garish neon and the ambient glow of a bustling city shining.

I went and stood before her with my back to the window, then forced the hardness of my cock between her lips.

Nancy’s mouth opened with obedient instinct. She fluttered her tongue over the swollen length of me and then relaxed her mouth so that I could thrust deep with my hips. She gasped, but I was relentless. Nancy made the sounds of soft squirming resistance. I ignored her until I felt the tip of my cock press against the back of her throat. I withdrew slowly, and Nancy gave a deep explosive gasp as she re-filled her lungs. Her chest heaved for air and I saw the dampness of tears against her blindfold. Her lips were puffy.

“Fuck, yes!” she sobbed. “More, please!”

I narrowed my eyes, then thrust deep into her waiting mouth. I tangled my fingers in her hair and held her so that her nose brushed against the flat of my abdomen. Nancy went limp – surrendered herself. I held her with my cock deep down her throat for long seconds until I felt the clench of her jaw and the urgent lash of her tongue.

I withdrew myself from between her lips and Nancy raised her head and sucked in a sawing deep breath. Her cheeks were slick, her mouth hanging slack.

“Hurt me,” she insisted. “Please!
I want you to
.”

I flinched. For long moments I did nothing. My feet felt rooted to the floor.

“Hurt me!” Nancy pleaded again.

I went around behind her and stood for a moment, staring at the curve of Nancy’s back and the way her hips flared before narrowing into a tiny waist. Her skin was smooth. I cupped my hand and spanked her lightly on the bottom. A livid red mark appeared. Nancy made a soft sound of encouragement. I spanked her again and she started to growl with rising lust.

“Beat me!” she cried out.

I thrust my cock into her pussy and felt her clench around the fullness of me. She undulated her body, like a spring uncoiling, rocking her hips to draw me all the way inside her. I dug my fingers into her waist and clamped them tight – restraining her movements so that she became placid and receptive. I withdrew my cock and then thrust again. Nancy grunted.

I had held myself back from the brink of exploding twice in the past hour. My cock was achingly hard, and in need of release. I increased the rhythm of my driving hips, gradually picking up speed until our bodies were slapping together to a frantic beat.