TouchofaDom (6 page)

Branko was ready to burst. Luc, just back from a visit to
his mother in Antibes, was in a chatty mood and lingered over dinner just when
a quick meal would have suited admirably. True, he saw Adele repeatedly during
the meal as she brought in dish after dish but the conversation he wanted
wasn’t one he planned on having in front of Luc and Helen.

And to crown it all, Adele was deliberately avoiding him.
When he’d tried to catch her the minute he realized she was back, she’d as good
as thrown him out of the kitchen, telling him she was not going to let him ruin
the first meal she prepared for her new employer.

She scored there. Luc was duly impressed with the veal
Marengo and the onion tarts that had started the meal and the
fondant au
chocolat
was suitably mouthwatering. Not that Adele’s prowess in the
kitchen was foremost in Branko’s mind.

He was darn well holding her to talking to him after dinner
if he had to corner her in the pantry to do it.

Once dinner was over and Adele brought in their espressos,
Luc praised the meal, welcomed her to Les Santons and told her she wouldn’t be
needed any more that night.

Luc might not need her but he damn well did. Branko was
tempted to follow her but Luc obviously had questions.

“Well?” Luc asked, once Adele was well beyond earshot. “Was
there any reaction to the scene you played out last night?”

Helen almost choked on her coffee.

He was not going to. “It was—” Branko began, before Helen
rudely interrupted.

“Quite fantastic,” she said with a grin. “You’ll be sorry
you missed it. She jumped right in halfway through and demanded Branko screw
her.”

Luc had the audacity to roar with laughter. “What on earth?”
he asked, still chuckling.

Helen told him. Damn, she was enjoying this. Luc thought it
positively hilarious. Seemed he, Branko, was the only one not amused.
Damnation! He needed to be sorting this out with Adele, not sitting watching
the pair of them revel in mirth and merriment.

“So,” Luc finally managed after an unnecessarily long period
of inane chuckles, “she demanded your body, did she?”

“She demanded it.” No point it denying it, was there? “And
got it and had every reason to be satisfied with the outcome.”

“And what about you, Helen? Were you abandoned and
neglected? Most unchivalrous of our Branko.”

“I was quite satisfied. It’s called self-service.”

Luc was in a jovial mood this evening and how in hades she
had the nerve to call it “self service” when her hands were tied down beat
Branko. No point in saying so. “It wasn’t as planned but highly pleasurable. I
think she will be a fine addition to the household.”

“And given her skills in the kitchen, Branko, we must do all
we can to ensure she wants to stay.” Luc smiled. “Don’t you agree?”

He’d ignore the uncalled-for amusement in Helen’s eyes. “I
will make every effort.”

“I bet you will!”

“I believe we can rely on you, Branko,” Luc said. The smirk
was totally unnecessary.

“With that thought in mind, I will wish you both
bonsoir
,”
Branko said and stood.

Luc told him, “
Bonsoir.
” Still smiling, Helen wished
him “
Bon chance
.” He’d take it. He needed all the luck he could get.

Determined not to let Adele slip away, Branko went straight
to the kitchen where she was scraping plates and loading the dishwasher.

She looked up as he came in but didn’t quite smile.

“Hello,” was all he got.

“We need to talk. You agreed.”

“After I’ve cleaned up and finished here. I’ve got to get
all this put away plus get things set for breakfast and that will be in the
dining room. So scram, unless you’re prepared to help.”

And why not? He grabbed an apron off the door and asked as
he tied it around his waist, “What do you want me to do?”

She stared as if suspecting she was dreaming. No surprise
there, he couldn’t quite believe he’d actually asked it. “Best start with the
plates and glasses. Once the dishwasher is loaded I’ll have more space.”

They got it loaded and he even had the thrill of going out
with Adele to Pipo’s compost heap with a bucket of kitchen scraps.

Coming back, he grabbed her hand and stopped her just
outside the door. Once inside she’d get busy again but now he had her for a
moment. “Is everything all right?” he asked.

She didn’t pull her hand away. That was something. “Not exactly.
I’m not sure about last night.”

“Why? I thought it was incredible. You’re incredible.”

“I went rather wild. I don’t usually act like that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“I messed up your scene.”

“Trust me, you improved on it.”

She smiled. “Helen said you’d staged it for my benefit.”

Helen should hold her tongue. “We wanted to get your
attention.”

“Oh, you got it all right.” She paused and shook her head.
“Look, we can’t stand out here talking. I really do need to clean up inside.”

“Fair enough. We go back in and I’ll help finish off, then
we talk.”

“Only talk?”

He tightened his hold on her hand. “What else might you want
to do?”

She met his eyes in the twilight. “What about some more
wild, up-against-the-pergola sex?”

His cock hardened at the prospect. “You ignored two texts I
sent you. Maybe I should spank you for that.”

She stood on tiptoe and dropped a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Maybe you should.”

He spun around so she was backed against the wall and
plastered his mouth on hers, pressing his body into hers, making sure she could
feel his erection against her belly, and opened her mouth with his.

She gave a little shiver, then met his tongue. Dear heavens,
she knew how to kiss. Her tongue caressed his, teased him, all the while she
pressed her body against his as she let out a series of muffled whimpers.

He resisted the desire to stroke her breasts. He intended to
leave her wanting and needy, just as he’d been all day. But he did indulge in
pressing his knee between her thighs until she rode him, rubbing herself
against him as she moaned with desire.

Time to stop this, for now, at least. He stepped back and
released her, sort of. She was still backed against the wall, only their bodies
no longer touched. “I will spank you, Adele,” he told her. “I must for your own
good so you learn not to ignore my texts but if you take your punishment like a
good girl, then I will fuck you. I’ll fuck you until you scream with pleasure.”

She met his eyes and moaned. “Branko, I still have to clean
up.”

“I know. I hope you will be in torment while you do the
dishes. Torment that only I will release you from.”

That earned him an impatient scowl but her eyes were bright
with wanting. Good.

He pitched in to help her finish. The sooner she was done,
the sooner he’d get to wallop that pert and lovely bottom. It had felt
wonderful in his hands last night. Tonight it would be warm and red as well.
Meanwhile they got busy. Dishes and pans cleared away, uneaten food to the
fridge or freezer.

That done, she still wasn’t ready, there were plates and
bowls to be set out for the morning. He even obliged by fetching jam from the
pantry and filling the coffeemaker with water.

She was clearly on edge but stayed focused on her
responsibilities. If only she’d transfer that sort of focus to sex play. A man
could only dream.

When she was finally satisfied that all that could be done
for the morning was done, she untied her apron, took his from him and hung them
both on the hooks by the door. She washed and dried her hands for a final time
and came over to him and knelt at his feet.

His throat went dry as she lowered her head and said, “I am
now ready to receive my punishment.”

He rested his hand on her head. “My dear Adele, tonight you
will receive a good and thorough spanking. I might even make you cry, but that
will be all.”

“No toys?” she asked, sounding disappointed.

“Not this time, you must earn the privilege of a good
flogging or bondage or a plug up your tight arsehole. But if you accept your
discipline as I think you should, I will reward you with a nice, hard fuck.” To
let her know what waited, he pressed the side of her face against his crotch.
In response, she rubbed her face against his erection. A little cheeky that,
but he let it go. It felt damn good on his side. “Now, my dear, stand up and off
we go.”

“Where?” she asked.

Good question. Not to his place, it would be late when he
brought her back and she had an early start in the morning, and not her
bedroom—too intimate that. “Would you give me permission to use your sitting
room as a place of discipline?”

She looked up, her eyes wide and bright, her face flushed
and so sexy. “You may.”

“Perfect.” He helped her back to her feet. “Listen
carefully. You are to go up to your room. I will follow in a little while.
Before you go, take off your panties.”

“What?”

“Was that so hard to understand?” He put an edge in his
voice. “Give me your panties.”

“I’m wearing tights.”

Slight logistical snag there but it wasn’t going to stop
anything. “Then take them off and give them to me.”

She did that, quite quickly too, and handed them to him.
“Here you are.”

He stuffed them into his pocket. Her tights were the
springy, support sort, ideal for bondage if he felt so inclined. “Listen to me,
Adele. You will walk across the drive, naked under your clothes, knowing full
well that soon your arse will be hot and stinging from my chastisement. Once
inside, you will take off everything but your skirt and stand in the middle of
the room and wait for me. Is that understood?”

She nodded. “May I stop to pee? I really need to.”

He wasn’t ready to try that sort of torture on her. Not yet.
“You may but be ready when I arrive or you will feel my belt as well.”

She left and he wondered if she’d be late on purpose. He
hoped not. He wanted her to feel his belt but another time.

He’d give her fifteen minutes.

* * * * *

Adele had had lovers who demanded she strip naked and ones
who wanted her to wear costumes. Others had liked boots or fuck-me shoes but
wearing just a skirt was new. Hers was longish, utilitarian really but it
didn’t restrict movement or his access. She could just imagine Branko whisking
her over his knee with her skirt over her head. Or would he make her bend over
a chair or have her touching her toes, her hands braced against her thighs?

She’d soon find out.

The exact center of the room was a bit hard to measure
precisely. The room wasn’t square for a start and a coffee table stood in the
rough midpoint. Maybe he’d position her on that. It would be hard on the knees.
His lap or the chair would be more comfortable.

Not that anything would feel that comfortable once her arse
started throbbing. Her pussy clenched and she was sopping wet with
anticipation. He’d promised this would be better than last night. She trusted
him on that. He knew just how to spark her arousal with fear and promises but
right now she was finding the middle of the room. She was not ready for a
belting tonight.

She moved the coffee table and took up position where it had
been just as she heard footsteps on the stairs. He was coming. Unsure what to
do with her hands—other lovers had been more explicit in detail—she clasped
them behind her back and, as the door opened, lowered her head. Heart thumping,
she waited for Branko to come close.

Adele swore she heard every single footstep as he crossed
the floor to pause, just an arm’s length away.

She took a slow, deep breath, did her utmost to relax and
opened her eyes to see the toes of his polished shoes against the tiled floor.

“Adele,” he said, his voice slow and almost caressing. “You did
exactly as I asked. Very, very soon I will do exactly as I promised.”

His feet moved to one side and then out of her line of
vision. Was he walking around her? Seemed so. She wanted to turn and watch but
standing and waiting, head lowered, added to her sense of submission and that
was what she yearned for.

His shoes reappeared, just to one side. His hand rested on
her shoulder. She shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No, not really. Just anxious.”

“Why so anxious?” He stroked her shoulder, then eased his
hand up the back of her neck.

She took a breath before replying, “I want to please you and
I’m not too certain what exactly you want.”

“Look at me.”

Their eyes met. His were dark and glittering. He smiled.
“Adele, you please me by being here, naked-breasted and willing. It takes time
to learn what two people desire. We will take that time and begin right now.
Kiss me, like you did out in the garden last night.”

That was easy enough.

Adele wrapped her arms around him and he pulled her close.
Her breasts pressed against his chest as she stood on tiptoe and lifted her
face to his. Since he’d specified “kiss me”, she pressed her lips to his and
parted them. His mouth opened under hers and he kissed back, his tongue teasing
as the heat rose between them. Was it possible for a kiss to be so hot? Yes,
yes and yes! His arms came around her and she felt his hand on her breast.

She whimpered as he squeezed her nipple, and they kissed on.
Her need rose as his hand worked her breast and she moaned. This was so good, so
wonderful and so what she’d missed the past weeks.

Gently he pulled away but kept his arms around her. “Are you
wet between your legs?” he whispered.

“I was wet back in the kitchen.”

“Good,” he replied. “I want you to be wet for me. Makes the
fucking of you even more fun.”

She wouldn’t argue with that.

“What,” he asked, his voice low and teasing, “must I do
before I fuck you soundly? How much do you deserve and need? You definitely
must get something for ignoring my texts and being so sexy and wanton.”

He’d added a couple of extra bits there but never mind. “You
said you’d spank me.”

He stroked her breast, gently pinching her nipple. “I did
promise a spanking, didn’t I? And I really think you need one. You agree?”

How long was he going to drag this out? “I do. I agree
completely. I need you to give me a good spanking.”

Saying it made her pussy run. He had to smell it. She could.

“Very well.” He took her hand in his and led her over to the
armchair but stopped. “No, not there tonight,” he said. “That will be perfect
for positioning you when you need a thrashing with my belt. Tonight we take the
other chair.” That meant the upright one by the writing table.

Branko sat down, still holding her hand in his, spread his
legs and positioned her between them.

“You consent to be spanked?” he asked.

She swallowed. “I do.”

“You understand this is for your own good and our pleasure.
That you deserve this, that you need it and you accept this as your due and my
right?”

Would he please get on with it? “I do.”

“Use my name.” His other hand came under her skirt between
her legs.

“I do understand and accept all that, Branko.”

His hand parted her pussy lips. “You are very wet, Adele.
Why is that?”

As if he didn’t know! “Because you excite me.”

“Good answer.” As he spoke he tipped her over his thigh. She
shrieked. “Be quiet,” he said, his hand between her shoulders holding her down.
“It’s not time to make noise yet.”

“You surprised me.”

“I intend to surprise you often and frequently. Now settle
down and prepare yourself. I’m ready, are you?” Her skirt was up over her head
and his thighs tightened, holding her captive. His arm on her back held her
shoulders down. “I don’t want you to move unless absolutely necessary. You are
to be still and submissive and quietly accept your well-deserved chastisement.”

He stroked her arse, his hand cool on her skin. It wouldn’t
be cool for long. He kept on caressing for several minutes and Adele pictured
him looking at her exposed flesh, planning where to hit first and how often.

“Ready?” he asked.

She’d been ready for half an hour. “Yes, Branko.”

“Good.” He slapped one cheek then the other several times,
the sound of hand on naked flesh echoing in the room. They were steady, but not
hard, slaps.

“Did they hurt?”

“No.”

“This one will.” As he spoke, his hand came down with full
force. She gasped as another, just as hard, landed on the other cheek before he
paused. The sting faded but the throbbing and warmth stayed. Time to breathe
while he gave her the chance.

Which wasn’t for long.

He started again, half a dozen hard slaps then a pause. To
rest his hand, no doubt, and to let the heat build and spread before he went
on.

She cried out at the next volley and the next. He was laying
it on even harder now, with few pauses between slaps. Her arse throbbed
continuously and still he continued.

She yelled as a particularly hard one hit an already tender
spot. “Enough! Branko! Please stop!”

“Four more,” he said, “just four more.” One came as he
spoke, so that meant three more. She could take three more, but instead his
hand came between her legs and his finger entered her.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said. “I must do this to you
often.” Then came the other three. Hard slaps, yes, but knowing it was the end
she took them quietly. He helped her stand. Just as well, as she was limp as a
dishrag.

His arms drew her close and she leaned into him, welcoming
the feel of his body and the strength of his presence.

“Come over and look in the mirror,” he said. “I want you to
see my handiwork.” He held her close as she looked over her shoulder.

Good God! No wonder her arse throbbed and ached so much. It
was scarlet.

“You color up so beautifully,” he said, as he kissed her
gently. “I’d like to do this to you every day.”

“I don’t think I could stand it every day.”

“You could if I wanted you to.”

Her heart clenched and something deep inside her leapt with
anticipation. Could she? Would she? “Branko,” she began, having no idea how to
finish the sentence.

“We’ll sort that out later. Right now, you need a good fuck
and I’m so hot for you we’re not waiting. Come on.”

Come where?

He threw the cushions from the armchair onto the floor and
laid her on her front, her still-throbbing arse in the air. “I’m going to fuck
you from behind,” he said. “It would be cruel to make you lie on that bottom.”
He positioned her on all fours, her hands and knees on the cushions, a big
improvement from the hard floor. He got behind, his hands stroking her breasts.
All very nice but not what she wanted.

“I need a fuck!”

“I know you do, my dear and you will get one, very soon. Be
patient whilst I get myself ready.”

She hear a zip go and the sound of foil being ripped open
then, moments later, he pressed against her, his hands holding her hips steady
as he kissed each arse cheek in turn. “I love your beautiful red arse. You’re
so perfect, so submissive.” The tip of his cock eased between her pussy lips
before nudging the opening to her cunt. Adele felt the pressure of his hips
thrusting against her still-sensitive arse and he was in her, deep, filling
her. She threw back her head and yelled.

He’d promised to make her scream and she did. He was so
immense, so magnificent and so hard inside her.

She cried out with disappointment as he withdrew, but smiled
as he pressed back into her, even deeper this time, and yelped as he gave her
bottom a slap. The sound of his hand on her flesh and her shout echoed in her
ears but was soon lost in another shout as he began fucking her in a steady and
forceful rhythm. Adele pressed back against him, wanting him even deeper. Wanting
to be filled, to be taken.

Her climax built, fast and furious, and she was yelling and
shouting. As she came, he held her tightly, persisting in the fuck, forcing her
back to her peak until he climaxed and they both ended up on the cushions in a
tangle of limbs.

They lay together several minutes. His heart still beat fast
as she rested her head against his chest and he cupped her breast as she lay
there, gasping.

“Wonderful,” he whispered in her ear. “Magnificent. Last
night you were splendid but tonight was incredible.”

“You’re pretty magnificent yourself.”

“Was the spanking too hard?” Branko asked, drawing her
close.

She thought about that for a moment or two. “Not too hard
but you do lay it on.”

“You’d have been disappointed if I hadn’t.”

True. “I couldn’t take that every day.”

He laughed, his chest vibrating under her cheek. “Let’s see
about that later. We still haven’t had a proper talk.”

“And whose fault is that? You distract me.”

“You’re easily distracted.”

She got a slap on her rump for that. “You need to go to bed
so you will be up early enough to see to our respected employer’s breakfast.”

She got up and pulled on a dressing gown and he found his
shirt—she didn’t even remember him taking it off—and she watched as he tucked
it in and zipped up. It seemed a shame to hide that lovely cock away but she
didn’t think she could take any more. Not tonight.

They kissed goodbye and he left.

The place seemed empty without him.

But she’d be seeing him in the morning. And darn, they
really did need to have a good, long talk about dos and don’ts and what they
both wanted.

And she really wanted another session.

* * * * *

“You’re looking particularly cheerful and relaxed this
morning,” Helen said, as she reached for a cup for coffee. Adele blushed. Maybe
the poor child was embarrassed. No “maybe” about it. Even her neck was red.
“Thanks for having coffee ready early. I need to get some work done before
breakfast.”

“It’s served at eight, right?”

“Yes, but time is a bit flexible in the mornings. You’ll
hear when Luc comes down.”

“And Branko?”

Yes, unmistakably deep question there. “He comes in when he
comes in.” Poor girl, she was obviously smitten. Understandable as Branko was
pretty good. “He’ll be in sooner or later.”

“Of course.” Adele shrugged. As attempts at insouciance went
it was pretty lame. She did not do playing cool at all well.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be in and most likely make the kitchen
his first stop.” Or so Helen hoped. “Branko is one of the good guys.” If you
ignored his criminal record, but it wasn’t her job to tell Adele about that.

“You know him well?”

Tricky question this. How open was Adele? There was no point
in prevaricating. “We’ve worked together since I got here seven months ago.”
That wasn’t all Adele wanted to know. “You mean have we been lovers?” She
nodded but looked a trifle pained at the possibility. Oh dear, she did have it
bad but she surely must have twigged there was something between them after the
little scene under her window. Maybe she needed specifics. “Yes, twice. When
Luc wanted a threesome and once, not long after I arrived, just the two of us.
Otherwise, no.”

Adele sat down, perhaps to think on this. Well, she
shouldn’t have asked if she didn’t want to know. Come to that Adele hadn’t
asked. Helen had anticipated the question. Damn.

“Maybe you two need to sit down and have a good talk.”

“You’re right, but every time we get together, something
comes up.”

Helen could guess what came up. “Better tie him down then.”

Dear Lord, the girl blushed some more.

“I will, I mean not literally but…”

“He might like it, once in a while.”

“I’m not sure.”

Helen was tempted to ask what Adele wasn’t sure of. She
suspected it was more than Branko’s willingness to be on the receiving end of
bondage. “Never mind.” A fatuous comment if ever there was one. “Things will
sort out one way or the other. They always do.” Now she sounded like her own
mother. “Meanwhile, enjoy the weather and being here. When have you ever had a
job in a nicer place?”

At last Adele smiled. “Never, to be honest.”

“Me too.” Helen turned to go, the bit about working before
breakfast hadn’t been a ploy. “See you later.”

That conversation hadn’t helped Adele one iota. So now she
had to compete with Helen for Branko, or did she? Hadn’t she said just twice?
But would that night in the garden have ended with Branko fucking Helen if she
hadn’t interrupted the scene? And what about the threesome? Was Branko really
into that? Adele was none too sure she was willing. Damn, she could worry about
this until she was old and gray. Besides, she hadn’t come here to have an
affair, not that the prospect was unwelcome, but to find her father. If he was
still alive.

She’d been told weekends were free unless there was a dinner
party. She’d check with Monsieur Luc at breakfast and if she didn’t need to work,
she’d go back to Nice and that club. If that failed, she’d try every phone
book, street directory and voter registration in the entire Cote d’Azur. Only
then would she give up.

Maybe she was getting obsessed.

* * * * *

“Luc, would it be possible to use the house in Monaco this
weekend?”

Luc looked at Branko and smiled. “You’ve already checked?”

“That it’s free, yes, so unless you plan to use it.”