Promises After Dark (After Dark Book 3) (13 page)

I can feel that the white cotton is already wet with my juices, and I’m sure he can see that. He pushes the point of the blade downwards, not hard enough to hurt me but enough so that I can feel its hardness against my soft lips beneath the fabric. God, that semi-sharpness is incredible. I can hardly believe I’m responding like this to the movement of a pair of scissors but I can barely stop myself edging my thighs apart to let him slide the points beneath me. My clit is pressing out against my knickers as though begging for attention. Oh, wow, this is amazing . . .

This time he doesn’t cut off what I’m wearing. Instead he plucks the wet fabric from the centre of my knickers and cuts out what’s between his fingers, deftly keeping the blade away from my skin. ‘Not quite enough, I can’t see all your charms,’ he remarks, and slices the blade further downwards so that he removes all the fabric that covers my sex. I’m entirely revealed now. ‘Very nice,’ he murmurs, leaning back to observe me.

I feel incredible. The slicing away has left me in tattered, shredded underwear, my breasts and my sex open to view, my tights left on as thick black stockings tied with ragged ribbons, but it feels like one of the sexiest things I’ve ever worn. I’m almost shuddering with the power of my arousal.

‘Rosa,’ he whispers. ‘So beautiful. So disobedient. You made me wait. You must learn not to do that.’ From behind him, he produces a large hard cushion that stands a ruler’s length proud of the floor and pushes it against my thighs. ‘Lean over that.’

I do as he says, wrapping my arms around the cushion. He gets up and walks around behind me. ‘Push your bottom in the air,’ he says. I thrust it upwards.

Those scissors press against my buttocks again, and then they are chopping at the back of my knickers. I feel my buttocks are bare to him. There is not much left of my knickers now: the elastic and some tattered cotton.

‘Time for your punishment, Rosa.’

The first touch is soft, something tickling and gentle, swiping over my bottom. I realise it’s a long tail of hair being played over my skin. I sigh a little. It’s pleasant and soft but I know that means something else must be coming. Sure enough, the tail of hair leaves me, but only for a moment. An instant later, it slaps down on the skin of my bottom with a flicking hiss.

‘Oh!’ I cry, but more from surprise than pain. It stings but not enough to cause any real hurt. Another blow lands on my rear, flicking across the centre of my buttocks. The biting little stings prickle everywhere, setting my bottom glowing.

‘Let me know that it’s working, Rosa,’ says my master.

I press my bottom upwards and say, ‘I deserve my punishment, sir.’

He brings another stinging flick down on my skin and I cry out, ‘Ow! Ow, sir, you’re hurting your Rosa!’

‘Because I love her,’ he says in a kind voice. ‘But she must learn her lesson.’

Thwack. The tail of hair hits hard, some of the hairs finding hot little places across my sex. It hurts more, but I can’t help responding to the bite, arching my back as it hits me. Oh God, it’s making me so incredibly aroused that I want to press against the cushion to alleviate the desperate need mounting between my legs and in my swollen clit.

Now he runs the tail of hair back over my bottom, soft and gentle again as it strokes over my reddened behind. It’s so sweet and tender as he makes a circular figure of eight across the skin. Then a pause and – flick! – it whacks back down over me.

‘Ahh,’ I moan, clutching the cushion hard. He lands another and another. I move my bottom as if to avoid the strokes, moaning; it’s pain but not torturous pain. It’s stimulating me, making my skin hot and affecting my sex like nothing else as it prickles and throbs with excitement and longing.

I take ten of those tormentingly exciting blows, crying out loudly with each one, savouring the soft circular kisses between the tingling thwacks that make me wetter and more needy with each one.

My master likes to hear the effect of my punishment, I know that, so I beg him not to hurt his maid, who only wants to please him, and shriek when the tail whacks me. When he reaches the tenth blow, he says, ‘You’ve taken your punishment well. Perhaps it’s time to reward you.’

My master takes the flogger, turns it around and presses the thick leather handle against the entrance to my sex. I sigh and groan as he moves it around in the wetness, running it up towards my clit and then pressing it hard against my opening, as though he’s going to fuck me with its hard, textured thickness. I can’t help opening my legs to let him access me all the more easily. I want something inside me, now. My hips are already moving as though I’m being fucked and I’m making a low throaty moan of desire.

The handle is taken away. I feel him move closer to me and hear the slide of a zip.
Oh yes, please, Dominic, give it to me now.

To my delight, I feel the smooth head of his penis at my entrance. He pauses only long enough to be sure that he is correctly positioned and then he pushes hard inside me, filling me up with the whole length of his cock. I’m so ready, so wet and open, that he slides in with ease, thrusting inside in one strong movement. It’s all I want and more: my back arches as he hits home, pulls back and slams himself in me again. It’s the fierce fucking I want so badly after the stimulation of the flogger. He puts one arm underneath my belly and the other around my breasts so that he can pull me into him even deeper as he fucks very hard, bucking his hips against me with every thrust. Then he drops one hand and his fingers find the hard nub inside my clit and start to play with it. I groan out loud and almost before I know what’s happening, I’ve exploded with the incredible force of my orgasm, my head twisting as I gasp and shudder with the flood of sensation engulfing me.

Dominic gives half a dozen fierce thrusts and then suddenly, to my surprise, he pulls out. I’m panting, still luxuriating in the after-effects of my orgasm as I wonder what he’s doing.

‘You’ve come, Rosa,’ he says. ‘You came so fast, no doubt because of the beating you enjoyed so much. But I think there is still more pleasure for you before I take my own.’

I look over my shoulder and I can see that he’s smiling as he looks at me, still prone beneath him, my legs spread apart, my back bare to him.

A moment later I can feel something hard and cold pressing against the lips of my sex. What is it? A dildo? Is he going to fuck me again with something else? In the past Dominic has enjoyed pleasuring me with toys, or ordered me to take extreme stimulation without coming. Is he going to do that again?

‘You’re very good,’ he murmurs. ‘This is something new for you, Rosa. But I want you to relax and let it happen. I promise you, you’ll enjoy the results.’

He’s pressing the short thing into me, rubbing it around. I’m so well lubricated from my orgasm, the thing is sliding about. I can’t think how he’s going to use it inside me, it feels too short, too small . . .

Then he pulls the stubby cool thing up from my entrance to my rear. I know suddenly what’s he’s going to do and I gasp. I’m not sure I want that. It’s never been something I’ve desired.

‘Let me try, Rosa,’ he says coaxingly. ‘If you don’t like it, you only have to say. Give it a chance . . .’

Shall I? This is so small, so short and seems so harmless.

‘If you want to, sir,’ I say.

‘Thank you.’ He sounds sincerely grateful as he takes the well-greased little plug and presses it against the entrance of my rear.
Oh God, I’m not sure . . . I don’t know . . .

Then he pushes it gently. ‘Press out against it, you’ll find it easier,’ he murmurs so I push slightly out, fearful that I might be doing the wrong thing. ‘Yes, that’s it. You’re so lovely, I can’t tell you what this sight is doing for me.’

It’s cold and smooth and I feel it pass more easily than I had imagined just into the entrance. It feels huge, as though I’m bulging round it, but it doesn’t hurt at all.

‘That’s it. It’s there. Now, my sweet, you’ll feel this all the more, I promise.’

His cock is at my entrance again and he pushes it in, not slamming it into my hungry sex as he did before, but entering me with exquisite slowness and I immediately understand why. The small plug he has inserted in me has narrowed my channel, making me tighter as his cock presses up against the obstacle within me.

‘Ohhhh.’ I can’t help letting out a long groan as he inches forward, stretching me deliciously, filling me up as I’ve never been filled before.

‘Yes, that’s right,’ he murmurs throatily, ‘you like this, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘Oh God . . .’

His penis has gone into my very depths, his balls are pressed against me, his thighs hard against my bottom. He starts to move in and out, only withdrawing a few inches and then sliding forward again in easy, rhythmic thrusts, but the sensation is incredible. It’s as though he’s filled me entirely. His cock feels three times bigger as it thrusts into my core.

‘You’re fucking me,’ I gasp. ‘Oh I don’t know, I can’t . . .’

Each forward thrust seems to press the breath out of me, as the head of his penis hits the top of my vagina with a delicious pleasure that’s close to pain. I can’t help gasping and moaning as he begins to gather speed again. My stomach is melting with liquid lust and my clitoris is alive again, quivering beneath me as it’s pressed against the cushion. It seems to be affected too by the tightness in my bottom, as though it’s being tickled from behind as well as in front.

Dominic’s panting now, almost growling as his cock plunges into me. The next moment he has grasped me round the waist with his huge hands, pulled me off the cushion and turned me over on the floor so that I lie in front of him, my breasts thrusting up from my tattered bra, my stockinged legs open to him. He looks down at my open sex: in the candlelight, his eyes are burning with desire and his face is set in an expression of lust. His penis stands proudly erect, wet with my juices. Then he’s on me, his penis taking possession of me again, his weight heavy and delicious on top of me as his mouth devours my shoulders and neck and then finds my lips.

As we kiss feverishly and passionately, he thrusts deep into me, his hips moving with a delectable motion, pushing his cock into my tight passage. We’re both moaning as we kiss and then I feel everything boiling up inside me, deeper and more intense than before. A fierce orgasm is coming to claim me and I’m helpless before it as it plucks me up into the tornado, whirling me around as a fusillade of fireworks go off inside me. As I’m surrendering to the intensity, Dominic pulls me even tighter against him and rocks with the force of his own climax, pouring it out inside me as we come together.

Afterwards, once we’ve got our breath and recovered ourselves and Dominic has removed the little silver plug that caused so much sensation, we laugh about the fact that I don’t have much in the way of underwear left.

‘Take something from the bedroom,’ offers Dominic.

‘You mean some of the leather or the crotchless silk?’ I ask, and we giggle again.

Dominic’s collection of underwear for me isn’t exactly designed for practicality but after a shower, I find some silky knickers and a bra and put those on. My tights will do as long as the makeshift garters stay in place. Dominic opens a bottle of wine and we drink glasses of chilled Chablis in the sitting room.

‘So what are you doing in London?’ I ask. ‘I thought you were going to Montenegro.’

‘There was a delay of a day or so before I could see this guy, so I decided on a flying visit to you.’ He kisses me. ‘Or rather – to Rosa.’ He smiles wickedly at me.

I’m glad that Rosa exists; she’s been the way we’ve been able to come back together but I feel a slight prickle of anxiety that she may be a permanent fixture. Could I cope with that? I know I’ll do anything to be with Dominic but I can’t pretend that in the end, I want him to be making love to me – not to a fictitious character. But I won’t press it now – these are early days and I can feel our relationship healing after the recent schism. If Rosa helps, then that’s fine with me.

‘I have to tell you something,’ I say hesitantly.

‘Mmm?’ He looks over at me.

I don’t know if I should say it, but I’ve decided that honesty is going to be everything between me and Dominic, and I have to tell him the truth. ‘This evening . . . I was with Andrei.’

It’s like shutters come down. His face closes off from me and his eyes go cold. ‘I see.’

‘No, wait, listen to me. I have to explain why I’m still working for him. It’s because of Mark.’

Dominic cocks his head towards me and waits to hear more.

‘The Fra Angelico turned out to be a fake, and Andrei wanted to blame Mark for it. I couldn’t let that happen, Dominic. Mark is so sick at the moment, God knows what it would do to him if his reputation is destroyed.’

‘It’s a fake?’ Dominic frowns. ‘But Andrei paid millions. No wonder he’s pissed off.’

I nod. ‘It’s his own fault, he wanted it and wouldn’t wait. But he needs a scapegoat, and Mark was going to be it. I appealed to his better nature and he agreed to protect Mark – on one condition.’

A stormy look fills Dominic’s eyes. ‘Let me guess. You’re part of the package.’ He gets to his feet and begins to pace around the room. God, he looks handsome when he’s angry. ‘Damn Dubrovski, he’s ruthless. He doesn’t care what it takes for him to get what he wants.’