NoEasyWayOut (7 page)

It was Mexico that decided her. After that she knew that
somehow she had to end things. She had to get away from him. She just didn’t
trust him.

Until then she had thought she was getting used to Daniel
and his games. She’d even begun to look forward to them, to wonder what he’d
make her do next, to enjoy the feeling of giving in to him, of letting him
decide what she would do, what she would feel, when she would come.

They saw each other once or twice a week and each time was
excessive, luxurious, extravagant and then humiliating or painful. There was no
intimacy, no easy relationship. She didn’t call him if she’d had a bad day or
expect him to be interested in the details of her life.

There were just their nights together when Daniel made her
say things, wear things, do things, things she didn’t want to do—at least not
at first—and each time she swore it would be the last time she let him treat
her like that. Each time she ended up having a shattering orgasm or two that left
her reeling and breathless and each time she went back for more.

But then he took her away for a vacation to Mexico and he’d
crossed the line.

The trip had started out so well. It had been one of the
most romantic times of her life. They flew business class and the hotel was an elegant
old building. She’d worn a lovely dress to dinner and Daniel had been romantic,
tender even, making sure the waiter attended to her every need, holding her
hand across the table.

There was no hint of domineering Daniel, no strange
requests, no odd garments for her to wear. She had really begun to wonder if
their relationship was moving on. Daniel might even be starting to fall in love
with her.

After dinner they’d taken a walk hand in hand through the
city streets, stopping for more drinks until Ruthanne knew she had had too many.
But the warm night air, the Mexican voices, the whole atmosphere made her so
happy. It was the best night of her life and she wondered if she might be
falling for him too.

Going back up to their room Ruthanne knew that they would
make love and that Daniel being Daniel, he would probably want to play games.

It had started normally for Daniel. He had produced a
fishnet body stocking for her to wear. The large holes in the net meant it
covered nothing. Her nipples peeped through and it was open at the crotch.

She put it on and wasn’t sure if she felt more naked with or
without it. But it was Daniel’s kind of thing and she was getting used to the
dressing up, the games, the way he liked to control her reactions and exploit
her desires. She stood in front of him, wearing the body stocking and her high
heels.

He looked admiringly at her. “You look very nice. Very
accessible.” He smiled at her and reached out to caress her breast.

It felt like she wasn’t wearing anything.

“This won’t offer much protection at all.” He smiled again,
turning her around in front of him, stroking the curve of her hips then
gripping the flesh of her butt tightly. “Beautiful. But there’s something
missing. “

Ruthanne felt a quiver of anticipation. What else did he
have for her? A corset of some kind? Some cuffs perhaps? Was this fear or
excitement she was feeling?

But then he’d taken out a small shiny black latex thing.
What was it? Not a sex toy. It was the wrong shape.

He smoothed it out in front of her. “It’s a head mask. I
think you’ll find it changes everything.”

He helped her put it on, pulling it down over her hair. It
covered her whole head like a balaclava, with flaps that could be left open or
fixed closed over the eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

He looked at her. “It suits you.”

She saw herself in the mirror. She didn’t look like herself
anymore but like some kind of doll, a faceless figure wearing fishnet.

He demonstrated it, pulling down the eyeflaps.

She immediately felt helpless, vulnerable, not sure what he
was doing. Then he closed the earflaps and it was even worse. She couldn’t see
anything, she couldn’t hear anything. She was completely disoriented. She wasn’t
even sure she could stand upright.

And where was Daniel? She felt his hand grazing at her
nipple and flinched away from him, then felt a sharp slap on her ass cheeks.
She tried to step away from him but he was in front of her now. He pulled her
hard against him, her near-naked skin against his suit and crisp shirt.

Then he opened the eye- and earflaps again. “Interesting, isn’t
it. Everything is magnified when you can’t see or hear. But you can wear it
open for now anyway.” He smiled at her. “I could close the nose and mouth holes
too but I’m not going to control your breathing. Not until you’re more fully
trained. And I want your mouth available.” He rubbed his fingers over her red-lipsticked
lips. “I might need it. And I like to hear you scream.”

He inspected his fingers and the lipstick smears, then he
rubbed them on her nipple so the lipstick made it stand out bright red against
her pale skin. He admired his handiwork. “Let’s match them up.” He rubbed his
fingers over her lips again and rubbed her other nipple so they were both dark
red now. “Look in the mirror.”

There was a huge mirror over the dressing table and another
full-length mirror next to it. She saw herself, covered in black fishnet, high
heels, head mask, the only color the flashes of deep red from her lips and now
on her nipples too.

She didn’t look like herself anymore.
I could be anyone
.
Daniel would do this with anyone.

She put the thoughts to one side and watched as Daniel began
to touch her, both of them still looking in the mirror. He rubbed his hands
over her shoulders, her neck and down her sides, standing behind her and
staring in the mirror.

She felt like she was watching it happen to someone else.
Then he put his hands over her breasts, squeezing them and kneading them. She
felt the familiar prickle between her legs. He tugged on the nipples, liking
the way they stood out from her body. He was making them hard, watching himself
rolling them around between his fingers.

He nudged her ankles apart and she shifted so she was
standing with her legs apart, feeling her outer lips open slowly. He reached
both hands around and gripped her plump outer lips and pulled them apart,
exposing the pink inside, her little clit and the tender inner lips. She
glanced away shyly.

“Look.” His fingertip grazed her clit, making her shiver. “Look
at yourself. You get so wet for me don’t you, Ruthanne?”

She nodded, sighing. She did and she always came so hard
when she was with him.

He touched a finger to her entrance. “It’s starting to get
wet already. You see how much you love it. And tonight I’m going to make sure
you are fully satisfied.” He was smiling. “You’ll feel more satisfied than you
ever have before, I promise you”

She felt another flutter of excitement at his words.
What
was he going to do?

“Now look at yourself and look hard because I’m going to
close you in and get you ready and then you’ll just concentrate on what you can
feel. You won’t be able to see or hear much, just feel and taste. Is that okay?”

She nodded, pleased he was asking her and knowing that now
they had got this far, any refusal would probably be met by a spanking by him,
arousing her until she couldn’t say no and then he’d do it anyway.

The he pulled down the flaps over her ears and she felt him
pressing them closed, then the same for her eyes, the Velcro holding them
tight. It was dark and all she could hear was the blood rushing in her head.
She felt vulnerable suddenly and completely dependent on Daniel.

He continued to touch her body, stroking her gently,
pinching at her nipples. She could only imagine how she looked in the mirror.
Then he left her standing there, waiting and wondering, not touching her, not
doing anything. Where was he? What was he planning? She tensed up, knowing that
whatever it was it would probably hurt.

But the next touch surprised her. She felt his hands
suddenly touching her again, eagerly pressing and squeezing her. He was
stroking all over her body now, her shoulders, her sides, over her hips, down
her thighs, sweeping moves stroking over her skin.

She could smell something. Had Daniel put on a new
aftershave? Her sense of smell seemed so acute now that she couldn’t hear or
see. In the pitch darkness she tried to picture what he was doing.

The touches felt more intense, more surprising. She couldn’t
predict where his hands would go next or what he would do. Then his mouth was
on her nipple and she gasped. He had never done this before. He’d used his
fingers, the suction cups, even the paddle but never his mouth.

His tongue flicked at her nipple then his mouth closed
around it, sucking the whole area hard, pulling it deep into his mouth. His
teeth closed gently onto her nipple, biting at it. She moaned as the tingles
seemed to race straight from her nipple to between her legs.

If she had to wear a head mask for Daniel to do this to her
it was okay with her. He turned his attention to her other nipple now, nibbling
gently on it then sucking hard at it, making her squirm and push her breast
against him, wanting him to carry on, to do it more. “Mmmh, that’s good,” she
murmured.

She felt him grip her upper arms and push her back. She
stepped backward, glad he was holding her and not sure she could even walk now
she couldn’t see or hear. She bumped into the edge of the bed and sat down
suddenly. The hands carried on pushing her backward so she was lying back on
the bed, her feet still on the floor. His hands went between her knees and
opened her legs, pushing them wide apart. She felt her inner lips peel open and
knew she was exposed now.

She lay back waiting, wondering. Would it be the harsh crack
of the whip or the sharp smack of his hand? Would it be on her breasts or on
her plump, fleshy mound? Would he pinch her inner thighs or turn her over and
whip her rear?

The waiting was unbearable. She had no sense of where he was
in the room or what he was doing, what he was preparing. She lay there waiting.

She felt his hands under her butt cheeks, tugging at them,
pulling her slowly until she was right on the edge of the bed. Then the hands
moved to her inner thighs, one gripping each thigh. She fought the urge to
close her legs to protect herself, knowing it would only result in punishment.

But the expected pain didn’t come. His hands caressed her
thighs, massaging her almost, working their way up and up. Then she felt his
fingertips grazing her outer lips and a little moan escaped her. Would he hurt
her now? Pinch her lips, smack a crop or a whip down onto her most delicate
parts? She wriggled, breathing hard now and not sure what he would do.

But the hands just kept massaging, stroking her, touching
her until she relaxed again. He was touching her outer lips, stroking them, squeezing
them gently, pulling them gently farther apart, then tracing a fingertip over
her inner lips, softly, softly. He touched a finger to her entrance and she
knew she was wet.

She tensed, wondering if he would slam his fingers into her,
making her wince and gasp, stretching her wide, too wide, but no.

A finger slipped inside her, just up to the first knuckle
then deeper. At the same time she felt what could only be his warm breath on
her inner lips. Surely Daniel wasn’t going to do that? She’d gotten used to him
not really touching her, not without leather or latex anyway. This intimate
contact was something completely new from him.

She felt the warm breath as he blew gently on her and she
held still, almost afraid to move in case he realized what he was doing and
stopped. Then she felt his lips kissing her plump mound. She moaned at the feel
of his warm lips. He kissed her again and again, over the mound, down the
sides, pressing into her plump outer lips. His finger stayed half inside her,
pressing a little, pushing a little.

She wanted him to kiss her inner lips, to kiss against her
clit, to make her come like this. But surely he wouldn’t. Then she felt two
fingers inside her or was it three? She didn’t know but she felt full and she
wanted more.

She moaned and pushed against his hands, hoping his mouth
would touch her again. And it did. Suddenly his mouth was covering the whole
area of her clit, sucking on her inner lips, pulling them softly into his
mouth, licking at them.

She moaned. “Yes, yes, that’s good.”

His tongue was circling the hood of her clit and she gasped
again and pushed against him, wanting him to lick her, bite, her, press his
teeth against her. His other hand was on top of her mound now, pinching it
firmly and pulling it while her clit stayed in his mouth. His tongue was
teasing her, flicking against the hood of her clit.

She moaned again. “Please, please.” She needed him to do it
more, to do it harder.

He pulled her mound tight away from her clit, making it ease
out of its hood, intensifying everything. His other hand was still pushing
against her, his fingers buried deep inside her. And his tongue was flicking
against her clit over and over again. He was so good at this.

Why had he waited so long to do this? She wanted it to last
forever. She moaned louder now, grinding up against him, wanting him to use his
teeth. Like he could read her mind he rubbed his teeth against her clit.

She cried out. It felt too good. She pushed against him
hard. He kept rubbing his teeth on her, his tongue flicking out too and his
lips pursed, sucking her tender clit into his mouth as he pressed his teeth
against her and flicked at her with his tongue.

She cried out again, her body beginning to tense with the
orgasm that was building hard inside her. “Oh yes do it, do it.”

His teeth gripped her clit gently and his tongue lashed at
it. His fingers pumped inside her and his other hand held her mound tight. He
lapped and licked again, squeezing her clit with his teeth and she knew this
was it. She could hear her own voice begging him to keep going. “That’s so
good. Don’t stop. Lick me. Make me come.” She was going to climax. She couldn’t
stop it.