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“Spread your knees,” I said gently. She obeyed. I reached across the bed and slid the palm of my hand along the folds of her pussy. She flinched as though she had been electrocuted, and sucked in a sharp gasp of breath.
“Stay still!” I snapped. Nancy groaned. I explored the wet folds of her pussy with my fingers and then circled my thumb around her clit, never touching the hard little bud directly, but rather teasing her so that her nerves would be set on edge. She stayed perfectly still but her breathing became heavier. I coated my fingers in the juices of her arousal and then reached forward and thrust them into her open mouth. She moaned, and then obediently sucked them clean.
“I’m going now,” I said. “I’m leaving you here for the next two hours. The men I have arranged to visit are all businessmen. They’re also gentlemen. You will not be harmed in any way, I assure you. You will be perfectly safe, but you must obey their every command and give yourself to each of them willingly. Do you understand?”
“You’re going to leave me alone with them?”
“Yes.”
Nancy was trembling with excitement. She swallowed hard and then gasped. “Yes Master!”
“If I hear any reports from any of these three men that you were unwilling or unable to pleasure them, you will be punished.”
“Yes Master!”
I got up and walked out of the room. I pulled the door closed loudly so that Nancy would know I was gone, and I left her alone, and naked, and cuffed, and blindfolded, on the king-size bed of a hotel room, in the middle of the city.
Chapter 36.
I went to the front door of the hotel room, opened it and closed it again. Then I came back to the sofa and pulled the blanket off the props I had purchased.
Preparation and planning – they’re the key to creating memorable sexual moments, especially within the BDSM lifestyle. I’m sure it’s been said before, but creating the appearance of spontaneous pleasure takes a lot of careful thought and organization.
I picked up the cigar and went quietly out onto the balcony. I smoked quickly, blowing the aromatic scent of the tobacco down over my shirt, filling the fabric with the smoky odor. I crushed out what remained of the cigar and went back to the sofa. I picked up the big bristly moustache and pressed it to my lip.
I had long ago learned that sexual arousal for women is multi-sensory; a cocktail of sight, touch and scent sensations. For men it’s all visual, but women are much more complex – a combination of intangible elements all connected, so that exciting a woman sexually becomes a balancing act built around her emotional responses.
I went into the bedroom, deliberately making my steps heavy and shuffling. I wanted Nancy to believe the first of her three mysterious businessmen had just entered the bedroom.
I walked around the bed, grunting gruffly. I saw Nancy wrinkle her nose – she could smell the cigar. I smiled secretly to myself and then took a fistful of her hair and lifted her face up off the bed. I kissed her roughly so that she could feel the bristles of the moustache and taste the tobacco on my breath. Nancy’s mouth opened wide and willingly. She moaned into my mouth and I thrust my tongue between her lips. My free hand reached down to cup one of her breasts. I pinched the nipple hard until I felt her mouth wrench into an erotic grimace.
“What’s your name?” Nancy asked in a shaking breath.
I said nothing. I stripped off my jeans. My cock was hard. I knelt on the bed behind Nancy and thrust myself deep inside her pussy with a single long stroke.
She squealed – not in pain, but in sheer delight. My torso slapped against the firm cheeks of her bottom as I impaled her.
“Fuck yes!” Nancy hissed. She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees and slammed herself back against me. She was growling, snarling like a caged animal suddenly let off the leash. She went wild on my cock, muttering a string of filthy erotic obscenities as I began to drive myself deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
She hung her head, and arched her back. I scraped my fingernails down her spine and then slapped her hard on the bottom. She shrieked an erotic thrill and her legs began to tremble.
“Harder!” she sobbed with a desperation in her voice I hadn’t heard before. “Slap me harder! Be as brutal as you like.”
I slapped her bottom again, cupping my hand so that the sound would be amplified, but the impact would cause no real pain. Her flesh began to redden. Nancy writhed around my cock, a low determined grunt of satisfaction thick in her voice.
I felt myself swelling inside her. Nancy’s inner muscles contracted and pulsed around my shaft with a fierce grip. I slowly drew my cock from her pussy and then pushed her roughly onto her back. Her legs fell open willingly. I knelt beside her on the bed and raised her cuffed hands above her head. I dragged my mustached lips down over her breasts and then lower towards her sex. Nancy gulped, then choked on a breath of air. I clamped one hand around her throat and she started to pant. I thrust two of the fingers from my other hand into her pussy and then painted her lips with the slick wet juices of her arousal. Nancy licked at the taste, savoring the tang of herself. I forced my cock into her mouth and took a handful of her hair.
She responded with unrestrained passion. My cock slid across her lips and she lavished it with her tongue. She was making soft mewling sounds, lifting her head up off the bed to engulf me. I could see the tensed strain in the muscles of her neck. I closed my eyes and let the fluttering thrill of her enthusiasm carry me to the very brink of exploding.
When I was close to coming I climbed off the bed and rolled Nancy onto her side. I fetched the riding crop from the briefcase and used it to lightly tap at the perfect peach-shape of her bottom. The flesh beneath the leather pad turned crimson red and I could see the heat spreading across her cheeks. Nancy flinched with each dabbing swat, and rubbed her thighs together.
When the urge to explode had passed, I climbed back on the bed and took Nancy again. I was rough – not brutal. I lay above her and pounded my cock inside her while she laced her ankles around my thighs and tossed her head from side to side. We were both rushing towards the brink. I slowed my strokes. Nancy crushed her hips against mine, meeting every stroke, and urging me to go faster. When I could wait no longer I faked my orgasm, clenching the muscles of my cock several times and groaning out loud. Nancy screamed a shriek of pure ecstasy and then exploded into her own thrashing orgasm. I rode through the storm of her release, and then eased myself from within her. My cock was still painfully hard, coated with the slick rush of her orgasm.
Nancy lay spread legged on the bed, twitching uncontrollably as the rippled afterglow of her orgasm washed through her body. She was panting and sobbing at the same time. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands trembled. I leaned over her, gave her one more long lingering kiss while wearing the fake moustache… and then I left the room.
Back in the living room, I stripped off my shirt to remove the scent of tobacco, and took a swig of bourbon from one of the mini-bar bottles. I splashed more alcohol across my chest, then peeled off the moustache. I pulled on a pair of soft leather driving gloves and walked naked back into the room.
Nancy lay like melted wax on the tangled sheets of the bed. She had kicked her heels off. I stood watching her for long moments and then went quietly towards her. She sensed me. She stiffened for an instant. She could smell the alcohol. I ran a leather-gloved hand up her thigh and she shivered.
“What’s your name?” she asked softly. She licked her lips.
I said nothing.
I went to the briefcase and carried the ball-gag back to the bed. I kissed Nancy and she moaned around my mouth. She took a deep breath and inhaled the strong fumes of the alcohol. I kept her mouth open with my fingers and inserted the ball-gag into her mouth. It was a red ball, not quite two inches in diameter. Nancy clamped her lips around the ball while I buckled the leather strap around her head to hold the piece in place.
I took her by the arm and lifted her off the bed. She came staggering and unbalanced. H
er legs were still weak. I pressed her up against the bedroom wall and lifted her hands above her head. I reached down between her thighs and pushed them wide apart. Nancy thrust her bottom out, understanding instinctively how I wanted her. Her legs were straight and tensed. Her hands clawed at the wall in anticipation.
I slid my cock inside Nancy with the kind of aching slow tease that I knew would drive her frantic. She was making muffled sounds of excitement around the gag. I reached around her body and ran the leather gloves over her breasts. I squeezed both her nipples and then slid my hands down her flanks and buried the tips of my fingers into the flesh of her hips.
She came up onto her tiptoes as I pulled my cock out and then thrust back inside her. Her whole body seemed to rock. She pressed her cheek against the wall, so I could see the drool from the gag slick against her chin.
I worked my length in and out of Nancy’s tight pussy for several minutes, never increasing my pace and never slowing; a constant rhythm that would provide more anticipation than satisfaction, until I saw her clench her hands into fists and her breathing became strained.
The maddening tempo forced her to push back against me, but each time she did, I withdrew myself and left her wanting and aching for long empty seconds as a kind of sexual punishment. Nancy’s shoulders were tensed. Her legs began to tremble. I reached around and brushed one leather-gloved hand across the aching nub of her clit.
Nancy grunted. She was perspiring. Her back glistened with a satin sheen. I pressed my chest against her back and then bit her shoulder.
Nancy moaned. Her hands came down off the wall, still tightly cuffed, and she tried to reach for her pussy. I caught her wrists and pushed her back onto the bed. She lay with her legs splayed.
I dropped to my knee and buried my face between her parted thighs. Nancy made a squealing sound of delight and relief behind the gag. The lips of her sex were swollen and slick with her juices. Her clit stood proud above the folds of her flesh. I drew my tongue slowly along the contours of her pussy, and then trapped her clit gently between my teeth.
