TouchofaDom (8 page)

A sweet shiver crept up her spine and sent a shimmer of
anticipation across her skin. This was so good. He was so good. She wanted,
needed to trust him. “Please, Branko.”

“You please me first. Now stand and let me watch you strip.”

It was harder than she expected. She’d been as good as naked
before, and it wasn’t as if he were her first lover. But standing just a meter
from him, as he watched her every movement, was disquieting to say the least.
Taking off shoes and pulling the dress over her head hadn’t been that hard, but
he watched so intently as she unhooked her bra that she felt herself blushing.

She was down to just her panties when she paused and looked
at him. His eyes were dark and glittering and he was smiling. Why wouldn’t he?
She was about to stand naked before him and acquiesce to all his demands.

“Go on, Adele,” he said, his voice quiet. “Get those panties
off or would you rather I tore them off your disobedient body and added a
little extra to your promised chastisement?”

Now that was a thought. Maybe another time. She eased them
down and stepped out of them.

He reached out and stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples
until they were even harder and extra sensitive. He stroked her belly and then
covered her bush. “Have you ever shaved your pubic hair?”

His question left her speechless for a moment or two. Better
get her mind in focus. He wanted an intelligible answer. “I did once, for a
lover who asked me to, but never again.”

“Why not?”

He wanted to know everything. “It itched when it grew back.”

“Waxing is better. Discourages regrowth too.”

“I bet it hurts too.”

“I would imagine so. Would you do it for me?”

“I’m not sure.” He wanted the truth, didn’t he?

“Think about it, there is a salon nearby that will do it
most expertly.”

“I didn’t say ‘yes’.”

“I think you will, eventually.”

Damn his smug smile, he was probably right. When she didn’t
reply, he stood and walked around until he stood behind her, his hand resting
on her arse cheek. “Yes, Adele, I like you naked. If I had my way you’d never
be permitted to wear clothes, but I will get you naked as often as I can, that
is a promise.”

It wasn’t a shiver, more a thrill of anticipation.

“Now,” he went on, walking around her slowly, “inspection
time.” He stroked her shoulders, lifting one arm, then the other, as he ran his
hand from her wrist to her neck. He caressed the curve of her hips and the
softness on the insides of her thighs. A single finger traced a line down her
spine and up again. He kissed each shoulder blade, then slapped her arse.

“Ow!” That had been unexpected.

“Hush,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s not time to make
noise yet.”

She took a slow breath, determined not to make a sound next
time he slapped. Only he didn’t, he stroked her arse and it wasn’t hard to
imagine him comparing the red shape of his hand on one cheek to the unmarked
one. Was he going to give her matching slaps like last time?

No. “Bend over,” Branko said, his voice almost a whisper in
her ear. “Touch the floor if you can.”

Was he asking her to take up position for a spanking? No.
Not yet anyway. He spread her arse cheeks, holding them open for a minute or
two, long enough to be sure she felt truly exposed, then pressed a finger
gently against her arsehole. “Have you ever been fucked up here?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I plan to do that to you. I’d like to spank
you until your arse is bright red and throbbing, then open you up and push my
hard cock in deep. Will you allow me to do that?”

Was he kidding? “Yes, but not tonight. You promised to
spread-eagle me and fuck my cunt.” Or had he specified where he was going to
fuck her?

“And I will, with your permission, of course, but first
permit me a little indulgence. Maintain position.”

He walked across the room to a tallboy with many shallow
drawers. He opened a couple and came back with his right hand gloved and a tube
in his other hand.

He was going to penetrate her.

“I expect you to keep your balance, Adele, so brace
yourself.”

In her experience, relaxing worked better, but she did brace
her arms as he parted her arse cheeks and pressed lubricant into her. He took
his time spreading the cool gel over and into her arsehole. Then came gentle
pressure against her tight muscle. “Relax, Adele. This is going to happen, so
don’t fight me.”

“I’m trying to relax.”

“Good.” As he spoke, his finger penetrated her. He paused a
few moments, letting her accustom herself to the intrusion perhaps? Then,
without a word or warning, he pressed in deep. She gasped, couldn’t help it.
“Keep position,” he said in a quiet voice. His finger eased out a little, then
came back in even deeper. “Are you steady?” he asked. “You’re not going to
wobble on me are you?”

“No.” One hand on her back kept her bent over as his finger
fucked her hard and fast. She couldn’t hold back the gasps. If she got spanked
for making noise, too bad. She cried out, “Branko! That’s so good!”

He chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

“Yes!”

“Why? What’s so special?” He expected her to think in this
position, aroused and his finger wiggling inside her? “Tell me.”

“It makes me feel helpless, vulnerable, exposed.”

“Adele, I will bugger you, and often, but not tonight.” His
finger came out, slowly. She couldn’t hold back the sigh. Before she’d felt
filled, invaded, possessed and now she was empty.

“Stand up, my dear, and come over here. I want to show you
something.” He pulled off the glove and tossed it in a bin. Then he opened a
drawer to show a selection of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. The next drawer
held gloves, several pots and tubes—lubricants and other unguents, she
guessed—and bottles of massage oils and creams. Another held tit clamps,
blindfolds and gags and the next several sets of manacles and other restraints.

“Pick the restraints you want me to use.”

There was a black leather set with big metal buckles, one
that looked like red plastic or vinyl and bright-blue velvet ones. She picked
those. They were lined with silk and fastened with Velcro. “These, please,
Branko.”

Her pussy flooded as she spoke. She was agreeing that he
could, and would, tie her down and make her helpless, he could do whatever he
wanted, but only what she’d consented to.

“Nice choice. Put them on.”

Putting them around her ankles sent wild shivers of
excitement deep into her body. She fastened the others to her wrists. Getting
the right one tight with her left hand wasn’t easy but he didn’t offer to help.
Just stood and watched. Each one had a D ring sewn into it but no tapes or
chains. “How are you going to tie me down?”

“The bed is equipped for that. You won’t be disappointed.”
He stroked her forearm and tested her manacles. “These could be much tighter.”

“I don’t want them too tight. Not yet anyway.”

“I’ll indulge you over that. This time.” He knew just how to
add the perfect amount of threat and promise. “Come and look in here,” he said,
opening a door in the wall. “I won’t use all of these but I think you should be
aware of what I could use, if the mood struck me.”

“If the mood struck you?” She stared at the array of whips,
canes and floggers behind the cupboard door. “I’d be the one getting struck.”

“Impudent wench! For that perhaps I should lay into you
hard.”

“Not if you want me on my back.”

“True, another time. I think you’d like to come back here,
wouldn’t you?”

Was he kidding? “Only if you come with me.”

“You’d better not try coming here without me.”

Since she doubted she’d get admitted on her own, no point in
arguing. “I won’t.”

“Good. Now pick the implement you’d like to feel on your
sweet flesh.”

His hand was good enough for her and frankly the thought of
canes or whips scared her but from the collection, one as good as leaped at
her. It was purple, had narrow leather tresses and a carefully braided handle
and she’d swear the last time she saw it was in the box she handed over to
Monsieur Morgan in Paris. He hadn’t been flattering when he said
Maman
’s
creations sold all over the country. She couldn’t resist reaching out and
taking it off the brass hook.

“Seriously, Adele, it looks beautiful but those leather
tresses will hurt.”

“I just want to look at it. May I?”

He shrugged. “Of course.” On close inspection she hadn’t
been mistaken, it was the very same. She’d looked at each of them carefully
when choosing which one to keep for herself.

“It appeals to you, Adele? It fascinates you.”

Might as well tell him. “I know it. I’ve seen it before.”

“That isn’t possible. These are unique. Handmade. Never
duplicated.”

It was most certainly possible and she told him.

“
Mon Dieu.
” He shook his head. “Astounding. Your
mother was the Pauline of
Jouets Pauline
?”

Seemed her mother was famous too. “Yes, she did it to bring
in extra money.”

“No wonder, Adele, that you make such a wonderful submissive
if that is in your bloodline. You were born to be flogged.”

“
Maman
never hit me. Ever.”

“No, sweet, that will be my privilege. I will use your body
as you yearn to be used but this one,” he took it from her, “must be used very
gently until you become accustomed to the lash.”

“Not that one. I have my own.” She explained about the one
she’d kept.

“And that is back in Les Santons?” She nodded. “Where?”

“In my underwear drawer.”

“Then you will surely give me permission to use it on your
lovely body.”

Hadn’t she fantasized about this? “Yes, but…”

“We’ll settle the ‘buts’ later. Time to work on this butt.”
He slapped her left arse cheek. “You did agree, didn’t you? I won’t let you
down.” He tossed the flogger into a box by the door.

“Why not put it back?”

“We both touched it, we’re scrupulous about cleaning all
toys and implements when they’ve been used.”

That was reassuring, or might have been been if she’d had
liberty to think about the establishment’s policies, but he as good as dragged
her over to the end of the bed. “Enough chatter, Adele. It’s high time to bend
you over again and turn your arse a tender pink.”

And turn her arse tender too, but she bent over. It was far
more comfortable than touching her toes, the black satin bed cover was smooth
and soft so it wasn’t difficult to relax and wait. And wait.

“Just give me a minute.”

Footsteps crossed the room, to give him a long-distance view
perhaps? He was back in a bit more than the “minute” but as he spread her arse
cheeks she knew what to expect. Cool lubricant. Not that she needed it. He
could have used her own wetness from her cunt but this time he didn’t go
slowly. The tip of his finger pressed against her muscle. “Relax,” he said, but
not waiting long enough to give her a chance to actually relax, he penetrated
her. Adele gasped and threw back her head as he began to finger-fuck her tight
hole. If he kept this up, she’d demand he forgo all the bondage business and
have him fuck her hard and fast right here and now. Except demanding would be
fruitless. He had a plan and she knew he’d stick to it. So she let herself go,
relaxed completely into the bed and let him work her hard for several minutes.

By the time he withdrew and tossed his glove, she was limp
and needy. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed.

How long was he going to play her like this and keep her
waiting?

“You’re definitely getting buggered,” he said, as he stroked
her arse. “Next time. For now, get ready for chastisement.” He spanked left to
right several times quickly. It stung and throbbed but was nowhere near as hard
as last time and was over very soon. She felt the imprint of his hand and
half-wished he hadn’t stopped but was glad he had. She was aroused and in need
and he’d promised to fuck her, once he had her restrained, and that was what
she really yearned for.

He kissed between her shoulder blades before running a line
of soft kisses down her spine.

“Adele, my sweetness, you were made for punishment and
discipline. I so look forward to devising new ways of bringing color to your
skin but for now I want you immobile and helpless and at my mercy. My willing
submissive captive.”

Just the promise of that stirred her need higher.

“Please tie me down.”

“You are asking?”

“Yes.” If he didn’t do it soon, she’d be begging. He’d enjoy
that.

“Very well, since you said ‘please’. Climb onto the bed and
lie on your back.”

Not hard to do. The satin cover was nicely cool against her
arse. She shut her eyes.

“Look at me.”

She opened them again.

“You freely agree and give me permission to tie you down and
make you helpless?”

“Yes, I do, Branko.” And he’d better get a move on.

“Very well, give me your right hand.”

She raised her arm and reached out to him. He stroked her
wrist and kissed her palm. “Thank you for your trust,” he said as he attached
the manacle to the hook over her head. Her arm was held secure with only a
little give.

“Now your right leg.”

This time he stroked up and down the inside of the leg but
never quite reached her pussy, where she was yearning to be stroked and touched
and squeezed and, hell, penetrated. Instead he kissed the inside of her ankle
and then hooked that foot securely to the end of the bed.

“Now your left hand.”

That and her leg were both secured in the same way, only
this time he moved even more slowly, stringing her out and making her wait.

“Can you move much?” he asked.

She tested both arms and legs. “Not much. My legs more than
my arms.”

“Better take care of that.” He stood at the foot of the bed,
leaned over as if reaching for something and her legs were suddenly pulled
farther apart. “That’s better. I don’t want you moving on me.”

He was getting his wish. She was spread open, exposed. A
wave of submissive energy washed over her. This was so good, so wonderful and—

“Look at me, Adele.” She hadn’t realized she’d closed her
eyes. “If you keep closing your eyes, I will blindfold you. Is that what you
want?”

Was it? “Not today. Another time.”

“Maybe when I flog you?”

She successfully fought the urge to close her eyes again.
“Maybe.”

He walked around the bed, watching her every breath. Or so
it felt. “I want you to be comfortable, my dear. Let me see what else I must
do.”

He put a pillow under her head, plumping it up until her
neck was supported, then two smaller pillows under her knees so she was even
more exposed. “That’s satisfactory, I think,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere, I
need to make some preparations.

Preparations that seemed to require sitting down and pouring
another glass of champagne and sipping as he watched her.

She was dying with need, her cunt ached and he was making
her wait. Bastard! Wonderful, dominant, sexy bastard!

She considered begging but decided it would be
counterproductive so she relaxed, as best she could anyway, into the bondage
and very comfortable bed. But she was careful not to close her eyes, no matter
how much the urge took her. He was watching her intently and would notice the
minute she did and right now a blindfold was not what she wanted.

Glass empty at last, he stood, strolled over to the valet
stand in one corner and carefully removed his jacket, taking a ridiculously
long time to arrange it on the stand. He took off his sports shirt and very
carefully folded it. He then walked over to sit on the end of the bed. He was
inches from her but she couldn’t even move enough to rub her leg against him.
She was pinioned and as good as immobile.

He untied one shoe, removed it slowly, then peeled off his
sock, rolled it up into a careful ball and tucked it into the toe of his shoe.
He went over to the corner and put his shoe away, then ambled back, sat again
and repeated the procedure.

Damn the man, he was taking as long a humanly possible. He’d
no doubt stop in a minute and send for coffee. But now she had a fine view of
his nice chest and the silky sprinkling of dark hair that went all the way down
below his navel and disappeared into his waistband.

At least she’d now see him naked in good light, previously
it had been dark or he’d been behind her. She could feast her eyes while
fighting her desperate urges. Which he didn’t appear about to satisfy any time
soon. He was sitting down again and pouring more of the bloody champagne. She
could use a glass too but suspected that was not part of his choreography.

She was right, he sipped slowly and took so long, she was
temped to tell him to get a move on, but remembered he told her to be quiet and
since she was at his mercy, decided to comply. How much longer could he take
anyway? Silly question, all night if he chose.

Finally, he stood and walked over to the dresser, opened a
drawer and reached in for something. What? More lubricant? Her cunt didn’t need
that, she half-suspected she was leaking on the sheets. He shut the drawer,
then moved out of her line of vision. Where was he? By the door? He couldn’t
leave her like this, could he?

No, he was back at the foot of the bed and now naked—apart
from a bright-blue condom that highlighted his prestigious erection. She hoped
her gasp didn’t contravene the “no noise” rule.

He looked at her and smiled. “This is how I like you best,
Adele, naked, helpless and so hot for me I can smell your arousal.”

She rather liked being this way too. “May I speak?”

“Since you have shown so much commendable restraint, yes.”

“You’re beautiful. I wish I could reach out and stroke your
cock.”

“You’d rather do that than be tied down, waiting for me to
pleasure you?”