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I counted silently to three before I went on.
“Can you feel my fingertips?” I asked. “Can you imagine how my touch might set your flesh on fire?” I switched the mic to my other hand and then tangled my grip possessively into April’s long hair. “Now, think about me fisting my fingers in your hair and pulling your head back to expose the creamy soft skin of your throat. Think about how badly you want to feel my lips hunting down your neck, working my mouth hungrily towards your breasts, knowing you can do nothing except squirm on the seat and pray… pray that I will pleasure you.”
April groaned. She flexed her thigh muscles and her legs hung wide open. Her breathing had become ragged. She was making small panting sounds in the back of her throat. She arched her spine, lifting her breasts, as if to invite me to touch them.
“Are you wet?” I asked into the microphone. “Is your sweet, tight pussy tingling? Do you crave the attention of your Master…?”
I moved back around the chair until I was facing April. She heard my footsteps and seemed to sense the distance between us. Some of the anticipation went out of her tensed body.
“Now imagine me kneeling between your spread legs,” I whispered and then lowered myself on one knee to the studio floor. “Imagine how sexy you look to me right now – your nipples hard, your breathing coming in little gasps. Think about the heat of my gaze as my eyes devour you. Think about the blaze of lust in my eyes as I softly run my tongue along your thigh towards your pussy. Imagine me kissing behind your knee, and then my lips drifting higher and higher in a trail of caresses until my mouth is just inches away from the smoldering heat of your sex.”
April seemed to tense against her invisible bonds as though straining herself towards me. Her hips moved on the seat and her face twisted into a grimace of erotic agony. The fabric of her panties pulled tight into the lips of her pussy so that I could see the dampness there and smell the fresh musky scent of her.
“Imagine the feel of my tongue, and how vulnerable you are right now to my fingers and my mouth. Think about the tease of my hot breath as it drifts across the aching nub of your clit. Feel your body tingling on the desperate point of explosion… and then moan for me.”
April sucked in a deep breath and then groaned like the sound was tortured pleasure wrenched from her very essence. She was balancing on the balls of her feet, trying to thrust her hips up to meet my mouth as her fantasized images became so powerful that they overwhelmed her. She heaved a deep breath and then bit down hard on her lip. I watched her writhe on the brink of breaking for an exquisite torment of long seconds.
“You’re free!” I said at last. “Your hands are no longer restrained. Touch yourself for me. Slide your fingers deep inside your tight sexy pussy and come for my pleasure.”
April wrenched her hands from behind her back and reached down inside her panties. Her fingers were frantic. Her face twisted into an expression of fierce concentration. She gasped at the touch of herself and her legs went suddenly soft. She bucked her hips against the palm of her hand and then gave a long heave of breath.
She was coming.
“Yes!” I encouraged into the microphone. I got to my feet and turned away, leaving April to the intimacy of her release. I stared up at the clock, watching the seconds tick by, and in the background I could hear April’s desperate panting, as her whole body seemed to come to frantic life.
“Yes!” I said again, this time louder. “Your Master wants you to come. I want your fingers slick with your juices. Come for me now!”
“Oh god!” April cried out. I turned in surprise. She was leaning on the edge of the chair as if she might fall. Her legs were splayed and both her hands were now thrust between her thighs. She clenched her teeth and then froze in a shuddering spasm.
“Oh god…” she said once more.
And then April’s orgasm swept her away, sobbing and trembling over the edge of reality, and into the rapturous embrace of her release.
She came back slowly, as if re-emerging from a dark tunnel into the light. She tugged the blindfold from her head and blinked owlishly at me. For long moments she had no words, just an intense look of wonder in her gaze. She was still trembling. She brushed her lips with the tip of her finger and her eyes were dark fathomless pools of some profound understanding.
“Your…” she shook her head in slow adulation, “… your words just left a mark on my soul.”
I said nothing.
Chapter 35.
I slept like the dead until late on Saturday afternoon. By the time I reached ‘The Moncrieff’ hotel it was after 5pm.
Nancy would arrive in less than an hour.
I went up to the room and tried to visualize the night’s events. The bedroom was large, and the bed was king-size. There were heavy drapes over the windows. I pulled them open and stared down at a view of congested traffic as it crawled through the heart of the city. I drew the drapes closed again and went out into the large living area. It was expensively decorated with antique furniture. Gilt-framed paintings and a mirror hung on the walls. There was a television, a small round table with a nest of straight-backed chairs, a sofa, and a deep leather armchair. Through a glass door I could see a narrow balcony. I stepped outside for a moment and the thrumming sound of the traffic below rose up on the air like a series of undulating vibrations.
The only other room was a bathroom with a corner spa and a shower.
I carried the bag of props I had purchased, and I laid them out on a plush antique sofa, arranging each item carefully. When the time came, I knew from past experience that organization and efficiency would be the key to making the event I was about to stage realistic and convincing.
I found a spare blanket in a bedroom closet. I spread it over the items and then went to the mini bar.
I needed a drink.
There was a timid knock at the door a few minutes before 6pm. I set down my glass and went across the living room.
Nancy was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a short black dress that clung to the curves of her body. It was cut low and hemmed high. Most of what I saw was flesh. She had high heels on, and wore no jewelry. She was clutching a small bag in front of her. Her eyes were wide and shimmering with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
“The toys?” I asked.
She nodded and glanced to her left. There was a briefcase on the floor. “They’re in there,” she said softly.
I held the door open. She stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the furnishings. She stopped in the middle of the floor and waited demurely.
I closed the door, set the briefcase down in the bedroom and then came back to where Nancy stood waiting for instructions. I stepped up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She tilted her head forward and I kissed the back of her neck. I felt her shudder. Slowly my hands worked their way down her arms, pinning them to her side. My mouth followed the line of her neck and I kissed her again more forcefully. Nancy swayed and leaned back against me. I inhaled the scent of her perfume and leaned close to her ear.
“Tonight is going to be something extraordinary,”
I whispered. “An evening that will remind you that you are my property for my pleasure.”
I heard her give a soft little gasp. My hands drifted across the tensed muscles of her thighs and then slowly began to tug at the hem of her dress. I lifted it up to her hips and then felt between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. My fingertips brushed teasingly across the mound of her sex.
She dropped her little clutch bag.
The dress had a zipper at the back. I drew it down slowly and then peeled the gauzy fabric off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra either. I slid the dress off her and left it in a puddle at her feet so that she was utterly naked.
“You can keep the heels on,” I decided.
Nancy inclined her head. I stepped in front of her. She looked up into my eyes, and she was smiling.
“May I speak?” she asked softly.
“Yes.”
“I have something to tell you – something very exciting.”
“Is it about tonight?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s actually about the radio station.”
“Then it can wait a few hours,” I decided, and then tried to guess the time. “We will have company arriving in a few minutes time and you need to be prepared for them.”
Nancy’s expression changed. She gazed hard at me, her face filling with curious intrigue. “Them?”
I nodded. “Three men.”
The smile on her lips slowly spread like a sunrise. The corner of her mouth twitched into something wicked and adventurous… but she said nothing. She nodded her head, lowering her eyes before I could read any more of her thoughts.
“Yes, Master,” she husked. “I understand.”
I led Nancy into the bedroom and she stood obediently at the foot of the bed. I blindfolded her with a black scarf from the briefcase and then guided her onto the big bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” I said. “Then I want you to reach forward and clasp your hands together.”
Nancy did as I instructed and I handcuffed her wrists. I left the key on the bedside table by a lamp.
