Bound by Consent (4 page)

The orgasm seemed endless. My legs turned to jelly, losing all their strength. I was glad of Cassie’s support, without which I was in danger of collapsing into a heap onto the floor. I couldn’t get my head around this amazing orgasm or the speed with which it had overtaken me. For some unfathomable reason, Cassie had the ability to turn me on like no other woman I’d known. None of the women I’d been with in the past six months, since Esmée’s departure from my life, had had anything like this effect on my libido. In fact, I hadn’t even come close to an orgasm during the last couple of private sessions with Sasha at Out of Bounds. That in itself was definitely odd. I’d known Sasha a long time, we were perfectly attuned to one another and usually had really hot sex together but not lately. Something was missing; the will was there but the spark of desire failed to ignite into a flame. Maybe the break-up with Esmée had affected me more than I thought but then along came Cassie and wham! She hardly had to touch me before fireworks exploded along with a powerful orgasm.

Cassie broke contact with my mouth and withdrew her hand from the now damp silk covering my sex. Then she took a step back from me. A flash of even white teeth signaled a triumphant grin.

She knew!

Somehow, Cassie had read my mind, she had gained access to my most secret thoughts, and was taking pleasure from that knowledge that she, alone, had the power to draw something extraordinary from me and propel me into orbit in the process.

“Now I need a stiff drink.” Cassie scanned the room, a slight frown creasing her brow.

If she was looking for evidence of a bar, or a drinks cabinet, she’d be sorely disappointed.

“Do you have any single malt?”

I shook my head. “I don’t keep any spirits, just wine.” At least, I hoped I had a bottle of wine tucked away in the kitchen cupboard. I hardly ever drank alcohol at home, and never alone.

“Wine will have to do, for now.” Cassie sighed. “We can stock up at the liquor store later.”

It was my turn to frown. That last remark sounded as if Cassie planned to hang around for a while. How long? By her own admission, she’d already been in London at least three days and maybe longer. Didn’t she have an estate to run, dogs and horses to exercise, etc?

“You are planning to stay…in London?” I almost said here, but I didn’t want to presume, or give her ideas, and besides, it was a reasonable assumption as she didn’t have any bags with her, that she must have used a hotel or an apartment for the past few nights.

“I had hoped that you’d offer me a bed.” Cassie gave me a long intense stare that twisted my stomach into knots. “I’m sort of homeless for the next few weeks.”

“Why? How come? What about—”

“I have a film crew in the castle. They’re shooting an erotic horror movie. Definitely not my scene. I can’t stomach all the fake blood and gore these films use.” Cassie shuddered theatrically, her grimace alone speaking volumes. “Nor do I relish the prospect of meeting a horny stud on the staircase late at night. Hamish will look after the horses and the dogs, and Effie, his wife, will take care of everything else. Meanwhile, I get to play with you.”

She might have asked first.

I didn’t fancy being treated like a toy, to be picked up and discarded at will. After all, we were still virtual strangers; our only link a few hours of sexual pleasure. Although the prospect of expanding on that experience was undeniably tempting and I didn’t object in principle to us getting it on together, I wasn’t sure I wanted to share my space with her twenty-four-seven.

For once, I stood my ground. “How long are we talking about?” This was real life, not a Domme/sub scene where I was bound to obey my Mistress without question. “I have less than two weeks at home before I’m due to go away again.”

Cassie huffed loudly, her displeasure at my boldness evident in the dark glare she bestowed upon me. “The film crew has an eight week lease starting last Monday, with a two week optional extension which I hope they take up as I’m counting on the extra money to complete a major roof repair.”

Really!

Another seven weeks minimum and maybe more. I didn’t want to appear uncharitable, especially after she’d taken me in when I needed a bed but being put in a position where I could hardly refuse to repay the favor tenfold irked. It felt as if she was taking advantage of me. However, I needed to make some sort of decision, and fast.

“Very well, you can stay for the time being…for the next ten days…until I leave for Amsterdam. We can have a rethink then.”

“Thank you.” Cassie favored me with another grin. “That’s the accommodation settled; now what about the wine you promised me?”

“Sorry... I’ll get it now.”

Why did Cassie always manage to make me feel guilty?

I hurried across to the open-plan kitchen area and dug into a cupboard finally coming up with a bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape for my pains. Thankfully, it was a good quality wine and, being a robust fruity red, didn’t need chilling. I poured a couple of glasses and handed the generous measure to Cassie keeping the smaller one for myself then I racked my brains about what I could offer her for dinner. My freezer wasn’t as well stocked as I’d have liked – I hadn’t had time to do any serious shopping since moving in. However, there were several restaurants within walking distance that catered for all cuisines, preferences, and prices, so we wouldn’t starve. When consulted, Cassie expressed a preference for a traditional steak with all the trimmings, which made the choice of eatery simple. I hardly ever eat red meat but Cardon’s, the local steakhouse, also did a wonderful fish platter so we’d both be satisfied. With our dining option settled, I phoned ahead to book a table since I knew they were always busy and I hated queuing.

After finishing her glass of wine and a top-up, Cassie left to retrieve her bags from wherever she’d left them and presumably settle her account. Which gave me a chance to change into a casual outfit, T-shirt and leggings, unpack my bags, start the laundry and generally get organized for having company. Then I slipped downstairs to do a bit of essential breakfast shopping at the local convenience store. She was back within the hour carrying a surprisingly small bag considering the length of time she planned to be away from home. Her needs were obviously simple compared to mine; limited clothes, no cosmetics and none of the bulky photographic equipment which I was forced to lug around everywhere I went.

I spent a few minutes giving Cassie a tour of the apartment, finishing up at the second bedroom, her room, which prompted a raised eyebrow. However, I drew the line at sharing my personal space with a virtual stranger even if I did want her to fuck me senseless. I left Cassie to settle in and when I returned a few minutes later with some spare towels, it was something of a surprise to find a trail of discarded garments that led me to the en suite bathroom where she was already in shower.

Oh my God! My body fizzed into instant awareness. She had her back to me. I stood in the bathroom doorway feasting my eyes on the sight of water cascading over her tight ass. Since I hadn’t seen her naked during our previous encounter, the firm, well-toned, muscles were something of a pleasant surprise. My fingers itched for a camera to record this hot butch at her ablutions. The towels slipped from my grasp and I pressed my hand to my crotch savoring the throbbing heat. I don’t know if I cried out or made a sudden movement but something attracted her attention and before I knew what had happened she’d opened the screen and dragged me, fully dressed, into the shower with her. The force of the spray on my clothed body felt distinctly odd yet exhilarating and very erotic. It appeared that, with Cassie around, it didn’t take much to turn me on, after all.

“Here.” She handed me a bar of fragrant sandalwood soap. “Wash me.” I began to lather her skin moving easily over most of her body while avoiding certain areas for fear of going too far and incurring her wrath. Then Cassie grabbed hold of a handful of my hair, pushing down until I got the message and knelt in front of her, my face level with her crotch.

Much as I wanted to part Cassie’s labia and explore her intimate area, I hesitated to begin until she gave me permission to proceed. Eventually Cassie put me out of my misery by reaching for my hand and guiding it to her sex. She was so big, so hard. I stroked her clit, my touch hesitant and clumsy as if I was a complete novice getting my first taste of sex play. Cassie murmured approval. Emboldened by her encouragement, I slid two fingers into her cunt and pushed deep, my thumb making contact with her clit with each inward thrust.

Cassie groaned then twisted my hair bringing my face closer to her sex. “You want to lick me off?”

“Yes.” In my heightened state of lust, I didn’t need a second invitation.

“Yes what?”

Her angry growl brought me up short. In my eagerness to obey her and get started, I was forgetting my manners.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better.” She widened her stance and thrust her pelvis toward me. “Suck it, bitch.”

I buried my face in her crotch, sucked her clit into my mouth and circled the rock hard flesh teasing the tip with my tongue while I continued thrusting my fingers into her wet hole.

Cassie’s legs started to tremble, the vibrations increasing as her orgasm approached. She reached down and tore my hand from her cunt. “Use your tongue; fuck me hard, make me come. Now!”

Happy to oblige, I abandoned her clit, licking my way across the soft flesh to her slit. I held her thighs apart and drove into her moist heat. Over and over, I thrust deep and hard, curling my tongue to sweep the walls of her cunt as I withdrew.

“Yes!” She moved with me, her breath rasped. Faster and faster, we became as one, driving toward release, searching for the ultimate pinnacle of total satisfaction. Cassie came first. A flood of hot, honeyed, liquid hit my tongue milliseconds before my own release exploded in an awesome, muscle-clenching, burst of sweet agony. I lapped at her pussy juice, eager not to miss a drop.

“That’s enough. Get up, you dirty little bitch.”

A swishing sound cut through the air and something slapped me across the back hard enough to sting even through my wet T-shirt. I scrambled to my feet, backed away from Cassie until I came up against the tiled wall of the shower stall. Pulses of my fading orgasm continued to ripple through my body.

“Did you think you could take advantage of my good nature?” She fired the question like a bullet straight at my head.

How did I take advantage?

I tried to regulate my breathing downward and get my brain working again.

“I’ll overlook your presumption, just this once.” Cassie shut off the spray and smoothed her hands over her short dark hair to squeegee the excess water away from her face. “However, in future, I won’t tolerate your insatiable greed. Self control and abstinence are both part of your life from now on, you must practice them at all times. You will only come when I say you can. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress. I will obey your command.” I hung my head in submission and tried to envisage how her caveat would affect me. How could I not have an orgasm when my body demanded release? Was it even possible to resist the natural progress of sexual desire, to halt the race for gratification and completion?

“Make sure you do.” Cassie swung the screen open, and stepped out of the shower stall. She grabbed a large towel off the heated rail and draped it across her shoulders then she nodded to the pile of fallen towels. “And get this mess cleared up!”

I bent down to pick them up and she slapped me across the ass. “Now, go and dress yourself, I want my dinner.”

Carrying the bundle of towels, I padded across the hallway to my room where I stripped and took the briefest of showers to freshen up, and then wrapped a towel around my body, sarong fashion, while I dried my hair. Cardon’s wasn’t a dressy place, smart casual was accepted as the norm but I liked to keep up certain standards. Thankful that I was an expert at the quick change, I selected fresh silk underwear and a simple black two-piece from Giovanni d'Marco's prêt-à-porter range. Hair, makeup and perfume completed, I was done in a little over fifteen minutes from start to finish.

“You’re ready!” Cassie actually sounded impressed when she found me waiting for her in the living room. She still wore jeans and those Cuban heels, although she’d replaced the green shirt of earlier with a dark plum-red one worn over a black vest. The darker colors flattered her skin tone and enhanced her butch sexiness. I’d have to persuade her into letting me do a photo session, both clothed and unclothed. Thoughts of doing the naked bits, especially a shower scene, sent my pulse racing wildly but mindful of her rules I fought to control myself. Cassie did things to my libido that defied reasoning. With her in my life, I was little more than a slave to lust.

“Shall we go?” I picked up my purse and slipped my feet into the matching shoes I’d left ready by the door. “The restaurant is only a short walk.”

“Wait!” Cassie suddenly stopped in her tracks around half distance between the apartment and Cardon’s. I glanced around to see her disappearing into the liquor store. I turned and followed her into the store where I found her deep in discussion with the assistant over the merits of different single malts.

A while later, once we were seated in the steak house with our order taken, I queried her eventual choice of the three tissue wrapped bottles that she’d carried in a bag to our destination. Not being much of a drinker myself, I thought it excessive. “Do you drink a lot of whisky?”

Cassie laughed at my ignorance. “No, to put your mind at rest I’m not an alcoholic, I’m a connoisseur. Single malt is a fascinating spirit, all malts use the same basic ingredients but the end result is subtly different from one distillery to the next. There are hundreds of distilleries and therefore a wealth of different tastes to savor and enjoy. Rather like wines in a way, where you get subtle nuances between wines made from the same grape variety but in different years or vineyards.” She topped up my glass from the bottle of Merlot she’d ordered to go with our food. “I must educate your palate.”