Working It Out (3 page)

His eyes glinted with pleasure as he gazed on his own particular fantasy and he ran exploratory fingers along each part of her body in turn. She felt herself growing weak and shivered slightly, with pleasure, discomfort, at the intensely tight restrictions encasing her body. Andreas fingered her nipples, their hard nubs showing through the soft leather. Painfully slowly, he eased one of the zips open, revealing one breast and its taut crown. He licked it, sucked it into his mouth, and clamped gentle teeth around it. She felt she might faint with pleasure. How many men had performed this particular action? She couldn’t count, but never, never had anyone made her feel quite like this. It was as if every atom of her senses had become centred on this one small circle of sensitive flesh.

Without letting go of his target, Andreas led her across the room to one of the pieces of equipment. A chrome frame supported a leather-covered table top. His expert hands made some adjustments, never once relinquishing the single, tortured nipple. Finally, he let her go and pressed her down onto the table. Her head was at one end and her bottom at the other. From each side, he pulled shining steel rods and clicked them into place. He slowly lifted one long, boot-clad leg, fingering the leather and what lay beneath as he did so. He circled the slender ankle with a chain hanging from the top of the rod. He clamped it in place, before lifting her other leg to endure the same treatment. She was held fast and totally immobile.

She lay back, staring in fascination at the interminable length of leather stretching away from her. She had never realised how long her legs really were. He was not yet finished. He pulled more clips from the sides of the table and attached them to rings on the tight waist belt. She was now to be held down to the table itself. Her hands he pulled to her sides, and the rings on her middle fingers were attached to more clips. The only thing she could move at all was her head. She waited tensely, in case this too was to be taken away from her control. He sensed her thoughts.

‘Oh no, my darling. I would never do that. I want your beautiful mouth free and available to me.’

He produced a soft whip, many strips of leather bound together at the base. He dragged it across her body, allowing her to feel how soft it was. He slid it over her face so she could smell the scent of leather filling her nostrils. He took it over her one naked breast and she gasped. She turned her eyes, imploring him to release her other breast so it too could be pleasured this way. Her captor frowned at her and shook a disapproving head.

‘Is that one feeling neglected? You’ll have to beg for relief.’

‘Please, please,’ she begged.

‘Please what? Tell me what it is you want me to do.’

‘Undo the other zip. Touch me … Suck me.’

‘Tell me you are aching for me.’

‘I am. I am. You know very well I am.’

‘Your punishment will have to last for much longer than this. More champagne, perhaps?’

He did not wait for a reply, but collected two more glasses full of the refreshing liquid. He poured a little into her mouth, helping her by raising her head a little. He deliberately poured some over her exposed breast. The cold made her nipple harden once more and Andreas languorously licked the liquid off. He finished off the rest and picked up the second glass. He gave her some more, then poured some over his own breast, leaning over her and commanding her to drink. She willingly licked all around his tiny nipple, seeing it harden with the cold liquid and her own ministrations. He unzipped another part of the leather, this time revealing her stomach. He poured more champagne into the hole and she gasped again at the coldness. He licked it dry and she writhed beneath his torturing tongue. It was more erotic than anything she could ever remember. At last, he released her second breast and gave it the same treatment. It was not enough. Now she wanted him down in her groin. She wanted him to fuck her, but the damned studded leather was in the way.

‘Please,’ she gasped, almost breathless, ‘please undo the padlocks. Come inside me.’

‘I’m afraid you haven’t suffered enough yet. It is barely past midnight. The night is still very young. Besides, I have now a desperate urge to throw the keys away.’ He turned after taunting her with the four tiny keys, and dropped them down a chute built into the wall. ‘That goes directly into my boiler. Sorry, darling. I hate to disappoint you.’

She watched in fascination, as if she were part of some bizarre porn movie. She knew she’d have to wait until she was released from her leather casing before she could have any relief from the ache that was throbbing between her thighs.

He picked up the whip again and began to draw it across her now naked breasts. The lightest feathery touch set her pulse racing once more. He raised it to strike her and she waited for pain to sear her body. She was slightly dreading it, but felt marginally afraid that the punishment might be prolonged if she said anything. The smack when the whip hit her was surprisingly gentle and immensely stimulating. He must have guessed at her fears as he spoke softly to her.

‘You needn’t worry. I should never harm you. I know exactly how far to go without hurting you at all. Your breasts are far too precious and delicate for me to inflict damage. Does my every touch turn you to fire?’ He bent over and kissed her super-sensitive nipples with all the tenderness any woman could possibly desire. He flicked the strands of leather over her naked breasts, just enough for her to feel a slight sting but not nearly hard enough to hurt. Perhaps the pain would diminish her longing for relief. She almost begged him, but thought better of it. Last time she had spoken, he had thrown away the keys to the padlocks. Her mouth was dry with the excitement and deep breaths she was forced to take. He once again anticipated her feelings and poured more champagne, helping her to sip from the beautiful glass.

Throughout his domination of her, he was himself naked. His prick was erect and she could see a bead of moisture at the tip. She tried to lean over to him and lick it away. He pressed himself over her and poured some of the wine over himself. He visibly flinched at the coldness, but soon she was rewarded with his body held high over her mouth. As little as she could move, she stretched towards him and took the engorged tip in her mouth. He tasted of champagne, of his own unique sex juices. She sucked him deep into her throat, squeezing with her tongue and allowing her teeth to graze the smooth surface. He moaned and closed his eyes. Then he took control again. She was to be allowed no power over him, and he rapidly removed his organ from her reach. Her eyes held a tell-tale glint of victory.

‘You are still failing to learn,’ he said in mock anger. ‘More suffering for you, my girl.’ He picked up his whip again, moving round the table to where her legs were splayed wide apart. He touched her tantalizingly across the studded leather imprisoning her centres of wet, burning desire. She felt the delicate touch of the leather strips and closed her eyes. The sensation was entirely new, thrilling, and she yearned for more, harder blows. He obliged, without her needing to utter a word. The whip, she now knew, was incapable of inflicting any damage, and she was content to allow him to tease this way for as long he desired.

She felt the heated waves of orgasm beginning and tried to hide it from him. If he sensed that she was nearly ready, he would doubtless see it as further punishment to leave her unsatisfied. The flicking persisted. The studs pressed into her swelling labia and a shudder went through her as wave after wave of her orgasm overtook her. He watched and began one of his slow smiles.

‘Now, that was deceitful. You did not let me see how much you were enjoying that.’ He shook his head in mock anger. ‘You don’t seem to want to learn. I shall have to think of something new to keep you in check.’

‘I thought I wasn’t allowed to speak. How could I have disobeyed you?’ Her voice was husky with excitement.

‘Tell me how you are feeling. Your every emotion. How does it feel when I do this to you, for example?’

He took one of her breasts in his long fingers and rolled the dark centre of her nipple between one finger and his thumb. It hardened almost unbearably. When he squeezed it, she felt her needs aroused once more.

‘It is wonderful, unbearable, and makes me want you deep inside my body.’

‘Good. Now describe this feeling.’ He picked up his whip and began a slow, persistent beating on her labia. His strokes were gentle, as they had been before, and soon she felt herself reaching a state where molten fire was sweeping through her body. She described it to him as clearly as she could, while her body and mind flowed into a seething cauldron of desire. Speech was almost impossible, but she knew she must try or incur his wrath.

She felt him moving against her studded leather prison and a slight tug on her pubic hair. She made no complaint. Any movement in that particular area was welcome in her present state. Then, joy of joys, she felt a hard finger penetrating the folds of flesh that covered her hard bud. He must have opened a zip, one she had not known was there.

‘You are not describing your sensations,’ he said. ‘Perhaps you prefer me to remove my finger?’

‘No, no, don’t you dare. You are igniting my whole essence of being. Each tiny movement is assuming the most highly significant proportions. Please, don’t even consider stopping.’

‘Do you beg me?’

‘Oh yes, yes. I beg you not to stop.’

‘And what would you most like me to do now?’

‘Plunge your magnificent cock into me. Fill me with you.’

‘Later,’ was his only word. 

Chapter Three

He leant down to the exposed opening and fingered it gently. She was almost sobbing with her need and he licked her bud, probing with his tongue to make it harder and harder. She tried to move against her bindings and found the restriction of movement felt tighter and tighter, enhancing even more the desires drenching her body.

‘And now? How does it feel now?’ he asked, ceasing his ministrations.

‘I … I find it difficult to speak. The senses you are stirring within me … It’s completely new to me.’

He smiled and relaxed.

‘You have done well. I think you deserve a little reward.’ He rose from his knees and stood over her. His magnificent prick was long, thick, and ready to drive itself deep into the wet, waiting darkness of her passage. He smiled at her, hesitating for a moment. ‘Something I forgot that might act as yet greater reward.’ He pushed a metal ball between the folds of her labia, placing it accurately, carefully over her clit. She gasped at the hard, cold feel of it.

Why?’ she managed to murmur.

‘You will see. The zip is only a short one. There isn’t much room for me so you might miss out.’ He pulled the leather band down a little and the metal ball pressed hard on its target, sending thrilling waves through her body. Barely had she recovered when she felt his shaft plunge deep inside her. She almost cried out in mingled pain and relief, as his body forced the ball to press harder against her most sensitive place. Each drive of him against her brought fire into every part of her. She tried to move to him, and to follow his frenzied rhythm, but her bonds held fast and she was totally helpless. The leather clothing seemed to tighten as she lay helplessly encased. The only freed parts of her that she could see were her naked breasts, whose points seemed to be harder and bigger than she had ever seen before. Deliciously, she began the final climb to her orgasm. Andreas, her beautiful, tantalizing lover, was sweating as he drove himself deep inside his willing captive. The final explosion shook them both as they reached their zenith together.

He collapsed over her thighs, his head resting on the tiny exposed strip of her naked belly. He lay panting for a moment, seemingly aware that they had both reached new places and that she was still totally unable to move. The leather straps of her clothing were still in place and her arms powerlessly held captive at her sides.

‘You are quite some lady,’ he said at last.

She smiled at him. ‘I doubt lady is the description most people would use. Am I to be released now? Or do you have something else in mind?’

‘Heavens, woman. Are you never satisfied?’ Andreas laughed, and crossed the room to slide another of the mirror doors aside. She watched him as he went into a shower cubicle. He stood beneath the hard spray and soaped himself all over. Despite their excesses, she felt herself growing moist yet again, as she saw the punishing spray pouring over his beautiful body. She struggled against her restraints to increase the excitement they gave her. She had often allowed herself to be tied to her bed with silk scarves, a harmless practice that had pleased her and the men who shared it with her. But nothing could compare with the thrill of this. She longed for a free hand to touch herself and allow some relief, but she was still bound tight in her leather casing. She clenched her muscles and the metal ball, still in its place, pressed against her ever-hungry bud. She found waves of heat suffusing her body once more. She must certainly acquire such a simple device for herself. She could imagine the self-pleasuring she could achieve while sitting on a chair, in the car, anywhere.

Andreas stood watching her, his shower completed. He wore a towel draped round his waist, and moved to release her.

‘Are you quite sure you have finished?’ he asked, as he watched the final throes of her spasm. ‘I am willing to leave you there all night if you like.’

She shook her head and he unclipped first her arms and then her waist restraint. She tried to move slightly, but found that her body had stiffened from being in one position for so long.

‘Stay still. Don’t try to move,’ he ordered. He swiftly released her legs, unzipping the boots and pulling them off. Gently, he pulled her into an upright position and painstakingly slowly, it seemed to her, unbuckled the leather. He slipped it from beneath her and slid it down over her legs. The now open studded band that had covered her fell to the ground. There were dark stains on it, the evidence of their activities.

Andreas pulled out an extension to the table and laid her back on it. He poured scented oil over her body and smoothed it in to anoint the reddening patches where the buckles and tight restraints had made their mark. She luxuriated in the new sensations.

After a few moments, he gently pulled her up again and led her to the bathroom. Inside, a low marble bath was waiting. She had not been able to see it before and she stepped into it gratefully. A fresh bucket of iced champagne was waiting at the side and her lover poured them a glass each, stepping into the huge bath with her. She didn’t bother to ask where it had come from, or when he had run the bath. Things just happened around him. Now, she wanted to know more about him.

‘Do you live here alone?’

‘No. I have a staff. Among them, the two uncouth youths who, shall we say, introduced us? They are on my payroll. They have a few specialised duties, but they are of no real value here. I have a man, a friend here who does all I need.’

She had forgotten all about their fortuitous meeting the previous evening. Indeed, she had forgotten many things, including the fact that she was supposed to be working the next day – today. She had most certainly forgotten Tara and the ridiculous bet they had made.

After tonight, how could she possibly go ahead with such an attempt? No sex for as long as they could both hold out? She was a seething mass of sexual hunger at the moment. Maybe she would simply have to give in to her friend and admit defeat.

‘What do you do for a living?’ she asked. It must be something pretty lucrative to be able to afford a place like this.

‘Various things,’ he replied. ‘Stacey’s belongs to me, for one. And I have a number of connections with the entertainment business. Oh no, it isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. I’m just a businessman who has taken a few gambles that paid off.’

‘A highly successful businessman, obviously.’

He changed the subject. ‘Look, what you said when we first met. About becoming a wrestler. Were you serious?’

‘Of course not. It was some fantasy I had. Just a silly whim after I saw something on TV.’

‘You might like to think some more about it. I think you have great potential. You have a beautiful body and obviously enjoy sex to an unusual degree. And, you are not afraid to be innovative.’

‘Just exactly what are you suggesting?’

‘You were talking about wrestling. I suppose you have seen women’s bouts as well as the men’s.’

‘I used to watch the men, occasionally. If I had nothing better to do and wanted to see fit male bodies cavorting around. Never really followed it, though. I always felt there was something a bit odd about them.’

‘You could say. Men’s wrestling has a big following among the gay community. What appealed to you about wrestling other women?’

She cast her eyes down for a moment, then grinned.

‘The women? Nothing at all. I just adored the way the men were watching them. They were positively drooling and some of them looked to be openly masturbating. Power, I suppose. But what’s so strange about that? After all, you didn’t object to being held in what could loosely be termed a wrestling hold. In fact, I didn’t notice you objecting twice.’

‘Body scissors. You were giving me a body scissors. Perhaps the most erotic hold there is. Anyone who is a fan of erotic wrestling is usually panting for someone to give him a body scissors.’

‘Excuse me. Erotic wrestling? This is something else I don’t know about.’

‘The purpose of erotic wrestling is to simulate a fight for the pure pleasure of receiving holds and awaiting a submission. This is often when one or both of the opponents achieve orgasm. I was totally surprised by you this evening. I have tried wrestling with several women but this was the first time it happened spontaneously like that. There’s big money to be made.’

‘Hang on there, buster. You can’t buy me, you know. I’ve never been paid for sex and never will be. I do what I want, when I want. And I suppose you fancy yourself as my pimp, do you? Is that how you make your money? Get stuffed. Maybe I don’t want to know any more about you, after all.’ She climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped herself in one of the huge towels lying at the side.

‘Shoanna. Wait. You’ve got it all wrong. I wouldn’t dream of offering you money, nor am I a pimp. One of my connections is with a guy who runs a group of female wrestlers. He says they are always getting requests from men who want a woman to wrestle with them privately. They are a scarce commodity. Serious fighters won’t have any part of it. You need to have someone who is fit, beautiful, and open to a bit of the unusual. I’d say that is a perfect description of you, wouldn’t you agree?’

‘Maybe. But I am not getting into anything illegal or sordid. I might think about it. I suppose it could be fun, as long as I could always choose and the men weren’t disgusting in any way.’

‘Good girl. And it might not necessarily always be men. Heterosexual is the main market but you wouldn’t object to bouts with the occasional woman, or women, would you?’

‘Of course not.’ Shoanna was warming to the idea. ‘I was expecting to be wrestling women, anyway.’

‘Erotic wrestling may have other implications.’

She frowned, slow to catch on to his meaning.

‘Lesbians, you mean?’

‘Of course. But I can’t see someone with your sexual appetites having any qualms about that.’

‘No prejudice. But I haven’t had much experience,’ she admitted. ‘Think I’ve always been too preoccupied with men to have time. So tell me more; you’re obviously a part of this scene. And what about all the equipment you have stashed away? The clothes. But I suppose you have the choice of any women you want. Especially with your entertainment connections.’

She rubbed herself dry vigorously, making her skin glow red with the punishing abrasion.

‘Don’t tell me you can possibly be jealous?’ He flung back his head and laughed. ‘Jealousy has no part in my life. I like you. I find you exciting, but I will not tolerate any jealousy. I’d like to see you again. There are plenty more games I’d like to try with you, but you must never get possessive with me.’

‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ she said coldly. ‘Now, if you can lend me something to wear, I’ll go home and leave you to your fantasies.’

‘Oh yes. Your own clothes were ruined, weren’t they? I’ll find something for you in a moment. First, you can do me the honour of drying me.’ He stood waiting in the bath, water dripping off his magnificent body. Shoanna licked her lips, dropped her own towel, and went towards him. She picked up a towel and wrapped it round him. She patted him dry all over his body, carefully avoiding the huge rod that had arisen in front of him once more.

‘I’m still wet,’ he said suggestively.

‘Me too. But I think tonight is at an end.’ She turned away from him and went into the gym. She stood naked, near to the large, soft mat where they had begun their evening. She saw him approaching her through the mirror. He went to the wardrobe cupboard and selected a hanger. He tossed a skimpy garment towards her and she thanked him as politely as she could without allowing him to see the effect he was having on her. Despite all their earlier excesses, she was ready for him again. It was ridiculous. She pulled on the short skirt, which was, inevitably, made of leather and barely covered her arse. The top was a brief waistcoat with a single metal clasp to hold it together, fastening between her breasts.

‘Very nice,’ he said appreciatively. ‘I thought it would suit you. You’re really turned on by leather, aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she admitted. ‘But I must have some panties at least. I shall be arrested if I go out like this.’

‘Sorry. I don’t supply panties. Why waste money on something I disapprove of?’ He crossed over to her and kissed the bare cheeks of her behind. He bent her over and, before she knew what to expect, he was pushing a finger into her tight arse. She gasped with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

She remained where she was, expecting his big prick to be pushed into the hole next and trying make herself relax enough to accommodate the intruder. But nothing happened and she stood up again, turning to look at him for a clue as to why he did not follow through. He stood watching her and smiled.

‘I thought I would save that particular pleasure for another time. I want to have something special to look forward to.’

She nodded, her expression an enigma to the man watching. Perhaps they’d shared enough raw sex for an evening, but she had more surprises in store for him. Seeing that he was slightly off balance, she thrust one leg behind his and grabbed his arm, managing to throw him over her shoulder. He landed with a thud on the mat and lay back, a smile on his face.

‘So you want to play dirty, do you?’ He invited her to complete her move and pin him down. She stood, her legs slightly apart, aware that he had a perfect view from his position on the floor.

‘Sorry. I wanted to leave you with another reason for us to meet again.’

He realised exactly what she meant.

‘I shall have to think of many more ways to punish you, won’t I? I warn you, I have quite a repertoire. Think what I said, though. Seriously, I’m sure you will enjoy my suggestions and earn yourself considerably more money than you do at present.’

‘Heavens. What time is it?’

‘Almost eight o’clock. Why?’

‘Talking of earning money, I have to be at work at nine. My car is parked miles away and I can hardly go to work looking like this.’

‘Quite a problem you have, then. I’ll get one of the boys to fetch your car and deliver it to your door. I’ll drive you home myself, as you are too modest to go out like that. Personally, I think you look quite enchanting, especially from this vantage point.’