Breath on the Wind (6 page)

“You’re all prepared, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”  Chiz rubbed his palms together to warm the lube before slicking it over his cock. He used his fingertips to massage some onto, and into, Elmo.

She pushed her hips back again.  “If you tell me you were ever a Boy Scout, I’m not going to believe you.”

“No, I wasn’t.  They kicked me out for misbehavin’.”  He wiped his hands on the bed covers.

“Now that I can believe.”  Her words became a gasp as Chiz took hold of the cheeks of her ass and began to push slowly, but firmly, into her.

“Relax.  Just keep breathin’, doll.”  Chiz said quietly, concentrating on his task.

“I know.”  Elmo gasped again.

She dropped to her elbows again, her forehead on her folded hands, which altered the angle of her hips, so Chiz waited until she’d adjusted to the feeling, until she was ready, before he continued.

“More?”

“Yeah.  Take it slow.”  He knew she was thinking about the furious pounding she’d received yesterday.

He eased slowly into her, giving her time to say ‘stop’ whenever she needed to, but she didn’t.  Chiz bit his lip to keep from moaning when he was completely buried in her.  She was so fucking tight and hot around him he thought his balls were going to explode right there and then.

“Doll?”  His voice was rough from holding himself back.

Elmo lifted her head off the bed and pushed onto her knees.  Chiz slid his arms around her waist, hugging her back against his chest.  Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her eyes closed.  Chiz licked at the pulse point on her neck, dropping a light kiss under her ear.

Elmo’s voice was barely louder than a whisper.  “This feels amazing, but please, take it slow.” 

Chiz slid his fingers over her smooth mound to her clit.  When he felt how wet she was, her moisture running down her thighs, it almost snapped his tenuous thread of control.  As he circled and pinched gently at her, Elmo started to move her hips of her own accord.  It was Chiz’s turn to breathe deeply; his control wasn’t endless, but he knew if he lost it he would hurt her and he wanted her to trust him.  That thought gave him pause.  It only mattered if she trusted him if he wanted her to come back, but then Elmo groaned and clenched her inner muscles, and higher thought deserted him.

As much as he was enjoying having his arms full of her, when Elmo began to move more he guided her back to leaning forward on her hands, arms straight.  Very gently, and very slowly, he moved in and out of her.  It was almost tantric, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from pounding into her tight hole.  When he felt her start to come, when she threw back her head and cried out, when he felt her muscles pulse around him, he almost let go. 

When her orgasm finished, he was still buried in her as deeply as possible.  Chiz leant forward, over her back, his breath harsh against her neck.  His arm, looped around her, held her tight against him.  Barley thrusting or moving his hips again he started to come, the only movement his cock jerking within her until he bit down on her shoulder, unable to contain the intensity of his orgasm.  When the stars cleared from his vision, he was able to see that his teeth had left a perfect imprint in her skin.

Chapter Five

Andy checked the bite mark on her neck in the mirror on the wall.  To one side of the reflection she could see Chiz sitting up against the headboard.  He’d just lit a cigarette and the bed was still strewn with the detritus of their meal.  She’d pulled on Chiz’s shirt to eat, and had removed her stockings.  Her clothes weren’t exactly styled for comfort.  Now she had the shirt half unbuttoned and pulled to one side as she inspected the damage.  It wasn’t too bad.  It was impressively neat, really.  She might have to consider some adjustments to her working wardrobe, but it didn’t look like the marks would last long enough to be a big problem.  Many of the people who sought her services would be unhappy if they saw signs that the person who was supposed to be dominating them had been submissive herself.  It spoiled the fantasy.

Having concluded that she had nothing to worry about, Andy joined Chiz on the bed.  She stacked some of the empty cartons inside each other to make some room and put the used chopsticks in them.  It would be mighty uncomfortable to find one of those in the wrong place at the wrong moment.

On a whim, Andy reached over and pinched Chiz’s cigarette from between his fingers.  She took a deep drag before she handed it back. The smoke in her lungs was immensely satisfying, even as the brief wave of nausea washed over her.

“I didn’t think you smoked.”  He gave her a lopsided grin.

“Haven’t for a couple of years.  Suddenly just felt the need for a hit.  Can’t imagine why.”  She gave him a wry grin.

Chiz finished his cigarette and stubbed it out.  He took a quick swig of his whiskey, a classy accompaniment to their meal, before turning back to her.  When he did, he rolled her over onto her back.  She could feel him growing hard against her thigh.  She was still a little swollen and sore from before, but in all the best ways.  She felt herself grow wet again and moved against him, seeking relief for the tension in her skin which had just ratcheted up a few notches.

“You good to go again, doll?”  He returned her wry smile.

“I am, if you are, baby.”

“Oh, I’ve got stamina, doll.”

“Mmmm, indeed you have.” 

She knew it was a risky game considering she didn’t know much about the man currently pinning her to the bed, but she arched up against him, canting her hips against his.  She was naked under the shirt, and when Chiz rolled his own hips, his cock slid against her wet heat.  She was almost tempted to throw caution to the wind, but only almost.  Apparently Chiz was the more sensible of the two of them.  He pushed to his knees so that he could find a condom and roll it on.

Andy stretched full out, her arms over her head, teasing him while he tried to pay attention to what he was doing.  Chiz dropped over her with a growl and, before she could move her arms, he pinned her wrists to the bed with one of his hands.  This was one of her more flexible moments; this was what she had come for.  She resisted him enough for him to press harder and make the point that he was in charge, then he steadied her hips with his other hand and thrust into her.

She brought her legs up, crossing her ankles behind his back, unable to keep still as he slid in and out, rocking against her.  She wanted to feel the hair on his chest against her skin, but she wasn’t about to demand that he stop so that she could remove the shirt completely.

“Shame you took the heels off, doll.”

“I can put them back on if you’d like.”

Chiz paused for a moment, and then pushed into her, as deep as he could reach.  It hit a spot in her that was feeling a little bruised, but even that small pain felt deliciously necessary and made her move against him, seeking more of the same.

He grunted.  “Another time.”

Andy gasped as he leaned down, and nuzzled into the gaping shirt to find her breast, so that he could suck hard on her nipple.

“So, you don’t mind if I come by tomorrow?”  She was rapidly losing the ability to remember words.

“Not at all, doll.  Not at all.”  His voice was muffled as he moved up to bury his face in the crook of her neck.

He stepped up the tempo then, and after nipping his teeth over the mark that he’d already left, he straightened his arms and held himself above her while thrust fast and hard.  Andy kept the eye contact as long as she could, but in the end she had to throw her head back, gripping him tightly with her thighs as her spine bowed from the bed as her orgasm demanded release.  She cried out and Chiz joined her with a bellow, and then dropped over her so that his face was once again nestled in between her neck and shoulder.

“Hmmmmmm.  I need a shower, but I don’t think I can move.”

Chiz laughed at the fact she was actually purring.  He was still hard and sheathed inside her, and the movement made her make an interesting noise of remembered pleasure.

Andy felt Chiz smile against her neck before he rolled off her and reached for his cigarettes.

She basked in the afterglow until Chiz had about half finished his smoke, then she twisted up and off the bed, stretching once she was standing.  She walked around the bed towards the bathroom, slipping out of the shirt and dropping it to the floor as she walked, albeit a little unsteadily.

When she reached the doorway, she turned back to the bed.

“Care to join me, baby?”

Chiz was positively beaming.

~o0o~

Andy woke the next morning, in her own bed.  She checked the time on her phone, which was sitting on a set of drawers next to the bed, connected to its charger.  It was early, but not obscenely so.  She’d worked Christmas Day and the day before; today she was taking a day for herself, although it would still be filled with activities pertaining to her work.

She showered and dressed for the cooler weather in jeans and a knitted turtleneck.  Having decided that Starbucks could provide breakfast, Andy shrugged into a belted trench coat and spent the rest of the morning shopping for groceries for herself and supplies for the club.  That done, and having put her own groceries away and stowed the bags for the club safely in the boot of her car, she made herself a light lunch.  She opted for salad and a grilled chicken breast, because her next stop was the gym.

After ninety minutes of stretching exercises, cardio and light weights, she showered again, ready for her next stop.  Andy was a regular at the gym; she needed stamina in her work.  Wielding a paddle or a whip for up to an hour at a time demanded strength in her upper body and in her core.  After the gym came a trip to the beauty salon she preferred.  She kept regular appointments for a full body wax, a manicure, and a pedicure.  It was essential to keep up a professional image, and she’d found that pubic hair and PVC did not mix.

After several hours, she was as buffed and polished as she was going to get.  She was looking forward to cooking her evening meal, relaxing with a book and a glass of wine, and not doing much of anything for the rest of the night, when her phone rang.  She’d only just settled into the driver’s seat of her car and was still parked outside the beauty salon.  She fished the handset out of her bag.  Jackie.  Shit.  She hoped it wasn’t trouble at the club.

Andy slid her thumb across the screen to accept the call.

“Hey.  What’s up?”

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong.  Selene called.  She’s wondering if she can make an appointment for seven p. m.?”

Selene was the highflying CEO who enjoyed being whipped.  Selene wasn’t her real name.  Everyone who dealt with the dungeon at the club used aliases for the clients between themselves, usually based on literary or film characters.  It was a way of preserving a little more anonymity for their visitors.  A seven p m. appointment meant Selene wanted to come by on her way home from work.  It was Friday.  There was a good chance that she would ask for a heavier session than normal if she was planning on staying home for the weekend. 

Andy was pleasantly tired.  She could feel that her muscles had been worked at the gym, and she was still feeling some of the workout that they’d gotten the past two nights with Chiz, but those were generally a different muscle group.  Still, Selene didn’t make emergency appointments.  It was likely she was under some big stress at the office.  Her visits to the Pumpkin Patch were her way of dealing with the responsibilities of being in charge, and the frustrations of being the sole woman on a board full of obnoxious men.  Andy knew how important the release of her sessions was to Selene, and it wasn’t often that she did this.  Like most of her clients, Selene booked well in advance.

“Okay.  Call her back.  Tell her I’ll be there.”

“If you’re sure, boss.”

“Yeah.  There better be coffee, though.”

“There will be.  I’ll make sure of it.  See you soon.”  Jackie ended the call.

Andy returned home with enough time to throw her gym clothes in the washer and to make a quick and simple dinner.  She didn’t want to eat anything heavy if she was going to be exerting herself.

When she arrived at the club, Jackie had the promised coffee ready, and she carried the cup for her as Andy carried the bags of the supplies she’d brought, paper towels, wipes and the like, upstairs.  Three of the other dominants were working, so Andy double checked which rooms would be free and what time everyone was due to finish their sessions. 

Andy drank the bitter brew as she pulled on a pair of silky Lycra boy shorts and fastened a corset in place.  The corset was already laced to fit Andy’s frame, so it required a degree of tugging and pulling to get the hooks and eyes that ran down the front properly fastened. It had a sweetheart décolletage and flared over the curve of her hips, and was boned to cinch her waist in by inches.  It was sleek, black patent pleather and matched the thigh-high boots that Andy pulled on.  The boots were always a hit with clients, unless she was supposed to be dressing as a nurse or a teacher, and they were comfortable despite the inches-high heel. 

Andy favored a corset and shorts outfit over the tight skirts and dresses that she sometimes wore, or over the suits and full-skirted Fifties-style dresses that she wore for role-play in the school room.  The shorts were much less restrictive and gave her a greater range of movement.  The corsets ensured that she kept her posture, which in turn made sure she used her core muscles more appropriately, and meant overall that she didn’t feel as fatigued at the end of the day.

She swilled some mouthwash in the shower room to take the coffee off her breath.  The bite mark Chiz had left on her shoulder was mostly covered by her hair.  Selene wouldn’t be paying close enough attention for it to be an issue.  As Andy returned to the office area, the buzz of the bell at the reception desk informed her that Selene was waiting for her.

The carefully styled blonde, who looked much younger than her mid-fifties thanks to the money that she spent on all the latest beauty trends, was sitting primly on the leather couch in her thousand-dollar designer suit.  Andy greeted her by name.

“Oh, hey.”  Selene rose.  “Thanks for fitting me in.”

“No problem.”  Andy motioned her through the doorway and walked with her to the boudoir room.  It was decorated in shades of white, purple and lilac and was often the room of choice for male clients who liked to dress as women.  The white armoire had an extensive collection of outfits in all sizes.  The actual dungeon room would have been more appropriate, she was sure, but it was in use.  She waited until the door was closed behind them before she spoke again to ensure their privacy from any passing clients or workers.

She guided Selene to sit on a chaise lounge covered in plum velvet, which faced the four-poster bed.  “So, what do you need from this session?”

Selene took a deep breath and shook her chin length blonde hair out of her face.  “Heavy.  I need heavy.  I need the cane.”

Andy had been right, but the cane was a serious piece of equipment.  Even with clients such as Selene who were experienced with it, she always tried to direct them a lighter option.  “Are you sure?  You wouldn’t rather have the crop?”

“No.  I’ve got the weekend to heal.  I need it.  It’s all going to hell at work.  Somehow some sort of nut contaminants got into the production line and a kid had a fucking anaphylactic shock over his Christmas dinner.  He’s not dead, thank Christ, but he’s still on the critical list.  Of course, the family is already talking about suing, so the board are out for my blood.  It sucks to be a woman at the top.  I wouldn’t have received half the abuse I’ve had today if I had a cock.”