Working It Out (10 page)

‘OK,’ the photographer said after a while. ‘Andreas wants the she-cat look for some of the pictures. None of the fluffy hair look, but everything sleeked back and hard. Can you do a sort of tight knot on top of her head?’

The girl nodded and set to work. All the careful twists and curls so painstakingly put in place during the morning were wetted out and the hair scraped back. She twisted it into a tight bundle and stabbed pins through it to make a knot high on the head. Hard, slanting lines were drawn over Shoanna’s eyebrows and the eyeliner elongated to give a distinctly cat-like expression. She pulled on the black leather suit, minus the hood, and stood legs apart, hands on hips, waiting for her prey.

‘Excellent,’ the photographer said. ‘Quite a different look. Like it. You could hold your own in a dark alley any time.’

‘It has been known,’ Shoanna muttered, remembering where she’d met Andreas not so long ago.

After a couple more hours, she was weary and quite sick of posing this way and that. ‘You must surely have enough by now,’ she protested.

‘I need to have every shot Andreas could possibly want. I don’t want to come back for more and I doubt you would either. But we’ll call it a day.’ He put down the camera. ‘Have you thought about videos? I believe they sell well. Proper bouts, I mean.’

‘No doubt the boss man will want that if he thinks it will work, but not yet. Not at this stage.’ Anderson was quite certain of what was necessary.

‘Thanks, everyone. I need a shower now and I’d like to get myself looking normal again.’

The photographer packed up his equipment and handed his cards to everyone. ‘Call me if you fancy a practice session any time. Think I could quite enjoy some of those holds.’ He nodded and winked.

Shoanna rose up straight and said curtly, ‘You can speak to Anderson. He’ll give you my terms.’

The hairdresser, Clarinda, packed up her things and smiled. ‘Any time you need any help, let me know. Make up or hair or any other treatments.’

‘Thanks. I’ll bear it in mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.’

She went into the changing room ready to strip off for a shower. Andreas was standing there, waiting for her.

‘Hello. What are you doing here?’ she asked.

‘I came in to see how it was going. Looked terrific. Must say, I like this image I’m seeing. You look tough as nails and quite an adversary. I want you, Virgo. I want a bout with you right now.’

Shoanna sighed. She felt exhausted after all the posing and treatments she’d undergone all day but how could she refuse him anything?

‘Is there a room free somewhere?’ she snapped, falling into her role immediately. She might as well make it worthwhile if she was doing it at all.

‘Through here.’ He opened a door at one side and led her into another small gym, bare of equipment and with a soft mat in the middle.

She looked at the man. He was dressed in the business suit and silk shirt and tie he’d put on that morning.

‘You need to change. I don’t want to mess up your suit.’

‘Then you’ll have to strip it off me, won’t you?’

‘Is this part of my deal?’

‘Only for special clients who might pay extra for the service.’

She stared at him, not sure what he was suggesting. Special clients would get extra services? She would never buy into that as a deal.

‘There are things I’d do for you but I won’t sell myself short for other clients. However special. You promised me there would be no sex involved.’

‘Then as Virgo, you tell me that – in role. Forget who I am. Assume I’m just a client you’re meeting for the first time.’ She grinned.

‘Take your jacket off.’ He did so. She snatched it from him and hung it on a hook. ‘Shirt. Tie. Trousers. Leave them on the side. And next time, I’d prefer you to come to me ready. It’s your time and money you’re wasting.’

He stood in his minuscule briefs and she surveyed his beautiful body. She drew in her breath and tried to push away the erotic images he provoked in her. She was in charge and about to be a professional. She walked close to him, slipped out her leg behind his knees, and decked him, landing over him with a cross body press, just as she’d been taught by Anderson. His breath was crushed from his body and he gasped. She moved to one side and, still clad in the black leather coverall suit, straddled his torso in the sitting position.

‘You haven’t told me which holds you’d like.’

‘I’ll leave it to you, Virgo. Whatever you like.’

‘It’s what you like that matters. How about being stretched? Do you like that?’ While she was talking, she manoeuvred her long, leather-clad legs against his ankles, pulling his legs apart as far as she could push them. He gasped for breath. She held him there until he begged her to stop. ‘So, you have you limits, do you? How about being crushed between my thighs. Do you like that?’ She engineered him into a body scissors position she had used on him that first night when she was fighting in the street. He closed his eyes and lay back in ecstasy. She could feel his steady, fast pulse beating, even through the leather of her costume. She laughed, tossing her head back at her own power. She saw his prick pulsing and ready to spout, and gently placed her knee over it to stop it. He smiled, realising that she was in complete control, and tried to relax. A swift movement and she lay her head over his feet, her own body stretching along his length so that her ankles could clamp each side of his head. She slid further along him so his head was clamped between her knees. It took every ounce of her self-control not to think of him as Andreas, the man who could turn her on at the flick of a finger as her pussy was close to his mouth. Remembering the way he could suck, lick, nip at her was turning her body into the now familiar fluid state. She drew in her breath and forced herself to be a professional working wrestler.

‘Had enough?’ she snapped.

‘Oh yes. You are truly amazing. Come here, woman. Let me loosen that zip and see your beautiful body.’

Was this his ultimate test? Was he trying to break her down? Undoubtedly, plenty of these so-called clients would have the same idea. She decided not to obey everything her body was telling her and follow her brain. She stood up and placed a foot firmly on his stomach.

‘How dare you?’ she almost shouted. ‘What do you think I am? I’m not some sex object for you to play around with. If you want that sort of encounter, I suggest you find a back street somewhere. Those girls need the money more than I do. I suggest you get up and dress yourself. You can leave when you’re ready.’ She stormed out of the room, shaking violently and hoping to heaven she hadn’t ruined the best thing she’d ever had going. In the changing room, she stripped off her black leather suit, the one she’d actually turned down the previous night and hung it to dry. It was hot and sweaty. She would have to find some way of keeping it fresh, but undoubtedly Anderson would know how to deal with it.

She stood under the shower, looking round to see if Andreas would join her. Had she blown it? He had told her to stay in character so he should be pleased to see that she could.

He’d said nothing about the evening ahead. Should she return to his place or go back to the flat? Andreas had promised her a guided tour of the house so she could choose a room for her own use. She’d assumed he meant right away, but there had been no opportunity for discussion. She dressed and went into the reception area. Will was standing waiting.

‘You ready?’

‘Is Andreas expecting me this evening?’

‘Of course. I understood you are moving in and we’re sorting out your rooms.’

‘Yes. Have you actually seen Andreas this afternoon?’

‘He’s just left and called me to collect you. Why?’

‘I just wondered. It’s all right. I thought he might be angry, but obviously not.’

‘He’s very pleased with himself about something. No idea what.’ The man stared at her, a slight grin breaking at the corners of his mouth. She smiled a relieved smile and went out to the car.

‘Is there something to drink in here? I’m parched.’

‘There’s water there. You are not to have any alcohol, I’m told.’

‘Water’s fine. But why the ban on booze?’

‘I only do as I’m told. I think he has plans for the evening ahead.’

Shoanna gave a shiver of anticipation. They both needed a bit of relief from the tensions of the day. What might he have in mind? She’d been dominant today so it must be her turn to be submissive. She loved either but confessed to herself it was the latter that really thrilled her. She must be some sort of weird, she decided. To each his own. They stopped outside the house and she went inside, expecting Andreas to greet her. But he was nowhere in sight. What was she supposed to do? Having no territory of her own, she felt slightly awkward. Will had disappeared too so she stood in the massive hallways, trying to decide where to go.

She went into the large drawing room and sat on the sofa, picking up a magazine from the coffee table. She was starving but didn’t like to go in search of food. It was already near eight o’clock and she’d had only a light snack for lunch. After half an hour, she decided to go to find the kitchen. Everywhere seemed deserted and she couldn’t even smell food cooking. What was going on?

She went into the small dining room where they’d had dinner with her playing the innocent girl in the corset outfit. She went through the door Will had used to serve the dinner and there was the empty kitchen. No dinner cooking. Nobody there. She looked in the fridge and took out some cheese and salad. That would have to do. She broke off a piece and began to bite into it. A buzzer sounded and immediately, Will stormed in.

‘What are you doing? You shouldn’t be in here.’

‘I was hungry, and as nobody was around, I thought I’d help myself. What’s going on?’

‘Andreas has made plans for you. You are to come with me now.’

She put the cheese down and followed him. She hoped the surprise included food and drink. She was feeling positively weak from hunger; after all the exercise, it wasn’t surprising.

‘Go in there and change,’ Will said. ‘He has laid out your clothes.’

Meekly, she did as she was told. In yet another room she hadn’t seen before, there was a very brief emerald green cocktail dress lying on the vast bed. It was strapless and barely covered her nipples, while the skirt was hardly long enough to cover her pubic hair. Much movement and she was likely to suffer a wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions. Still, she was happy to wear it if it was for Andreas’s pleasure. There were no panties, of course, and a pair of very high heels completed the outfit.

She was about to leave the room when she noticed a leather jewel case on the dressing table. She opened it and found the most gorgeous emerald necklace she had ever seen. A shower of tiny stones fell from a gold circle. She must be expected to wear this with the dress. She clasped it round her neck and smiled into the mirror. It was wonderful. A pair of long, dangling earrings, also with a matching shower of tiny emeralds, lay in another box so she hooked those into her ears. If the dress hadn’t been so skimpy, she would have loved to be at a glamorous party somewhere. Where was she supposed to go now? She pushed open the door and went onto the long, carpeted corridor. A door opened and Andreas stepped out.

‘Ah, she’s here at last,’ he called into the room. ‘You look perfect. Come and meet my friends.’

‘But this dress is for you, isn’t it?’

‘Perfect. They are connoisseurs of the perfect female form. This is Shoanna. Miklos and Davide.’ He indicated the two men as he named them. ‘Business colleagues with an interest in … Well, the sort of thing you have to offer.

Chapter Ten

‘Good evening.’ Shoanna addressed the men as coolly as she could manage. ‘I wasn’t expecting company. Perhaps I’m wearing the wrong outfit if you are potential clients.’

‘Not at all. You have perfect taste,’ Miklos replied. ‘We like to see the reality as well as the more formidable partners.’

‘What would you like to drink?’ Andreas asked.

‘Whatever I’m allowed,’ she sniped, still smarting from being told not to drink alcohol. She couldn’t help wondering exactly what was expected of her this evening. She was hoping for a sexy romp but now, despite the provocative clothing, she was participating in some sort of interview at best or a free sampling session at worst.

‘Your usual mineral water, then,’ Andreas said as he handed her a glass. He poured champagne for his guests and she felt like some demoted servant. ‘Perhaps you’d like to serve our meal now?’

‘Me?’

‘Of course. It’s in the usual place.’ He nodded towards a door at one side. She went through and saw three plates set on the table ready to be served. She took them into the dining area and placed them in front of the three men. Her stomach rumbled but there was no place set for her at the table. Andreas nodded to one side of the room, where evidently she was expected to wait until they’d eaten their first course. He lifted his empty glass and shook it towards her for a refill. She was ready to pour it over his head, but restrained herself. She felt used. Humiliated. Angry. She poured it carefully, smiling sweetly at the men as she did so.

She picked up the empty plates and took them into the kitchen area. Fresh plates of hot food had appeared as if by magic, and she carried them to the three men. The food smelled wonderful and her stomach rumbled even more. There was nothing left over for her and she was beginning to feel quite weak. What was he playing at?

Pudding was served and, finally, coffee. With each course, there was a different wine, and the three men were enjoying themselves immensely. None of them attempted to touch her but were certainly making the most of every view afforded by the skimpy dress, one or other of them asking her to pick up something from the floor or reach across the table. She did as she was told, unsmiling and without comment, while he men all watched avidly from whichever direction they could.

At the end of the meal, she stood waiting for her orders. She glared at Andreas, wondering why she was being punished this way. Then it came to her. She had been expecting to be submissive this evening. This was his strange and quirky way of punishing her. Making her act like a servant while dressed in a provocative and undoubtedly expensive way, was his unique comeback for her treatment of him this afternoon.

She smiled. Now she had worked out what was going on, she was more accepting.

‘I hope I have given satisfaction,’ she said softly as the men rose to leave.

‘I look forward to Saturday,’ Miklos said, kissing her fingers. He looked down at them. ‘I look forward to seeing what magic these fingers can work. I hear excellent reports of your abilities. I hope to see you in virginal white, to match your name.’

‘I look forward to it,’ she murmured. You’ve no idea how much, she was thinking. Just wait till I’m in charge.

‘And I shall see you on Monday,’ Davide told her. ‘I have no preference to costume.’

‘I’ll do my best to please.’ As soon as they had gone, she went into the kitchen to see if there was any food left. She’d had only water since lunchtime. Andreas couldn’t starve her like this. If she was supposed to submit to his will, the least he could do was to feed her decently. There was some wine left, but on an empty stomach it could be lethal. There was no food. Angrily, she went down the corridor and along the main kitchen. At the very least, she could eat the piece of cheese.

Andreas came in, having seen off his guests.

‘What the hell was that all about?’ she demanded.

‘I wanted to see how long you’d last without blowing your top. You did well.’

‘You realise I haven’t eaten all day? I’m practically fainting here.’

‘I wanted to see how much self-control you could exercise. You did very well.’

‘My punishment for not doing what you wanted this afternoon?’

‘You did exactly what I expected. I know that I can now trust you completely.’

‘Good. So do I get fed now?’

‘I’ll consider it. But you have more duties first. I require some pampering. As my body slave, you have to minister to my needs.’

‘Don’t push me any further, Andreas. I mean it. You’re reaching my limits of endurance. I’ll play your games if you play fair by me.’

‘My, my. Rebellion. OK, I’ve teased you long enough. Go and sit at the table. I’ll bring you food. There’s wine in a cooler.’

She went to the small room next to the kitchen and sat down. She poured some champagne and sipped it slowly. He came in with a laden tray.

‘Put your hands on your lap. No touching. If you try to help yourself I shall tie you.’ He began to feed her, spearing pieces of succulent chicken on a fork. He pushed pieces of asparagus into her mouth, suggestively moving his body towards her as he did so. He gave her salmon, prawns, and, finally, his favourite dessert of pieces of fruit dipped in brandy.

‘Good girl. You see, good behaviour gets rewards. I’m wondering what to do with you now. Shall I take you to bed or do you need your lessons really reinforcing?’

‘Bed sounds nice.’

‘Greedy girl. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.’

‘I am exhausted. I don’t have the energy for any long games tonight. Do you realise how hard I’ve worked all day?’

‘Then I shall have to lie you down and enjoy myself while you rest.’

He led her to his room with the four-poster bed and stripped off the dress. He tossed it to the ground and pushed her onto the bed. She was still wearing the jewels, but he removed the earrings, dropping them onto the dressing table. She lay back, watching him. He took off his own clothes and stood over her, his erection already quite spectacular. She slid her legs apart, expecting him to plunge into her. Already moist with anticipation, she reached for him.

‘Oh no. I know what havoc those hands can wreak.’ He pulled out long silk scarves and looped them round her wrists, fastening her to the bedposts. He tied her feet to the opposite posts and she lay open to him, powerless to move.

‘Think I’ve been here before,’ she murmured.

‘I hope that isn’t a complaint. I was being thoughtful, using soft silk instead of chains or handcuffs. Any more of that and I shall have to gag you. In fact, yes. A gag and possibly a blindfold too. Then you won’t know what is happening next.’

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but knew if she protested he’d do it anyway. Better to acquiesce gracefully. She looked at him, a spark of excitement showing in her eyes. However tired she had been feeling, now the thrill of what was happening was beginning to take hold. He knelt over her as he fastened another silk scarf round her mouth, lifting her head to wrap it beneath her and then to tie it firmly in place.

‘You can breathe properly, can’t you?’ he asked. She nodded, unable to utter a sound. She felt herself heating along the length of her body with an anticipatory thrill close to an orgasm. He stroked her, running powerful hands along the inside of her thighs and causing shivers to rush through all of her body. He bent his head to nip the soft skin and she groaned, but it was a silent groan. She tried to raise her head slightly to see what he was going to do next. Fatal move.

‘You’re being too curious.’ He took another scarf and blindfolded her. She lay helpless. Unable to see or speak, even her hearing slightly impaired by the scarves. It was a weird, thrilling feeling. He moved away from her. She strained to hear where he was, every nerve tingling at the thought of what was coming. She heard the drawer open and he took something out. She lay waiting for what might be coming. The tension was becoming unbearable.

‘Are you still so very tired?’ he asked.

She squeaked and shook her head. Get on with it, she was willing him. She felt him touch her breasts, circling her nipples with a thumb until they stood erect and firm. Suddenly, she almost screamed as she felt something grip them hard. It was pain and intense pleasure at the same time.

‘Have you used nipple clamps before? I thought not. Stimulating, aren’t they?’ She wriggled slightly, unsure of what she might be trying to convey. ‘But you’d like these. Being a perfectionist, I had them made to match your necklace. Emerald clusters, covering the dark tip of each breast. I’ve had some clever clips made that hold them in place perfectly. Just imagine them. You look fantastic.’ He moved again, and she felt something stretch her belly button. ‘Now, this one isn’t real. It would cost a fortune to fill that dent with a real emerald. But it looks good.’

She was imagining the picture she made. Shoanna had no idea of what he was doing or putting on her. She only had his word for the items he was using. She was getting used to the nipple clamps and they didn’t hurt any more. She relaxed and waited for something else to happen.

‘Have your breasts got used to the clamps? I think they should have done.’ She felt him attach something to each of the clips and give a slight tug. She groaned as the pleasure-pain rushed through her. He fastened something round the top of her thighs and pulled it tight. She felt a chain of some sort dragged down the length of her body from the nipples and attached to bands round her thighs. If she moved at all, there was a drag on the clamps and she could barely control herself. If it hadn’t been for the gag she might have yelled out.

‘Now I think you are ready for me.’ She felt his fingers push into her vagina and he rubbed against her clit. ‘God, but you’re wet. Soaking.’ She felt him lowering himself on top of her and squeaked at he pressed harder on her breasts. The chain tugged against the clamp and gave her sensations she’d never experienced before. He pushed into her, harder and harder, and seemed to fill her entirely. She felt him tug on the chains round her thighs, sending waves of heat through and through her body. She braced to him and allowed him to pump himself into her. Not that she had any choice in the matter. His fingers pressed the emerald or whatever it was in her navel and it stretched until she thought she might tear. He finally reached his peak and she lay panting, as orgasm after orgasm thrashed through her.

Andreas lay still, his weight crushing her so she could scarcely breathe. She almost willed him to stay still, knowing every move could bring new waves of pain over her tortured nipples. He moved gently, unfastening the blindfold and the gag. She gasped for air and screwed her eyes against the brightness of the light.

‘So how was that?’ he asked, still panting slightly.

‘Quite different. Painful at times.’ She raised her head to look at the nipple clamps. They really were clusters of emeralds surrounding the tips of each breast. There was a small ring on the crown of each which was attached to the chains round her thighs. She stretched to look, and cried out in pain.

‘Each time you move, you pull on the clamps. Once you’re used to it, it can be very erotic. You could even have them pierced if you wanted. Some people find it a real turn-on.’

‘No way. I don’t do piercing. Apart from my ears.’

‘I’m not suggesting it. Just mentioning it. You might like to wear the clamps most of the time. Then each time you rub against anything, you can think of me.’

‘I don’t think they’ll ever be a permanent attachment. But at times, yes. I’ll wear them for you.’

He unfastened the chains and finally released her from the scarves. He smiled, hooked the long earring into the loops, and asked her to stand so she could see the effect. The weight of the earrings tugged gently, stimulating her at even the slightest movement.

‘See the little things I do to give you pleasure?’

‘I look like a cheap stripper in a bar,’ she muttered.

‘Nothing cheap about those appendages. Have you any idea what emeralds cost in the world market? And they’re set in gold. And they are yours. A welcome gift to bring you to my house.’

‘I’m not sure I can accept them, in that case. I won’t be bought, you know.’

‘Then see it as payment for my wrestling session with you this afternoon. I hope this doesn’t mean you’re going to be awkward about receiving presents. I have several things in mind for you. For example, your new car is being delivered tomorrow. I need you to be mobile. And we need to sort out space for your accommodation. Will can fetch your clothes and anything else you need. Now, I need to sleep.’

‘Am I allowed to undress?’ she asked, pointing at the jewellery that hung on her.

‘I suppose. But keep the clamps on. It pleases me.’

‘Suppose I drag them off when I’m asleep? You could lie on them and hurt yourself.’

‘As you like. Maybe I’ll get some different ones made for you. Smoother ones.’

‘Let’s sleep now. Please.’ She dumped everything onto the side table, wondering how much money he’d spent on that little lot. Probably the equivalent of a year or more of her old salary. She touched her nipples once they’d been released. Along with other parts of her anatomy, they felt sore but very sensitive. She’d certainly been well fucked and covered all the bases today. Dominant. Subservient. Submissive. Held in bondage. Covered in expensive jewels. Life had become exciting and very complicated. For how long was it going to last? she wondered.

It was early the next morning when they awoke together. Their bodies were entwined, despite having fallen asleep apart. It felt comfortable and intimate.

‘You’re awake at last,’ Andreas murmured. ‘I kept still, not wanting to wake you. I need a swim. Are you up for it?’

‘I think so. I’m not properly awake, really. Where are you planning to go?’

‘To the pool, of course. I suppose you were unaware of the pool? It’s in the basement.’

‘Goodness. I think you mentioned it once before but I forgot. What else is lurking within these walls?’

‘Oh, you’ll see one of these days. There’s a robe in the bathroom. Come on.’

He took her through the gym and down some stairs at the rear. A long, slightly narrow pool filled most of the basement. It was lit from above, and by lights inside the pool.