Divertissement

An
Ellora’s
Cave
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Divertissement

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Divertissement
Copyright © 2010 Madeleine Oh

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by Mary Moran

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Electronic
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D
IVERTISSEMENT

Madeleine
Oh

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“Here
you are, Mr. Kent. One more signature and the property
is
yours.” One signature was easy enough. John signed with a flourish. It was hard
to contain his excitement now that the deed was done.

“Thank you, Mr. Kent,” Jim Banks, his solicitor, said,
separating out John’s copies and slipping them in a large manila envelope.
“You have something special in mind for
the property?”

He did
indeed! “A nice bolt-hole, don’t you think?”

Banks
agreed wholeheartedly—a little enviously, John suspected. He thanked him, put
the papers that gave him ownership of Goose Island into his briefcase and bade
Banks and his clerk a good afternoon.

Once in
the car park, John threw the briefcase in the boot and set off. He hadn’t felt
this excited in ages.
Years in fact.
But now the sheer
delight of planning a truly sexy and kinky weekend for Ellen had him jubilant.

Yes, he
was a truly lucky man. He’d picked good parents. They’d not only given him
kinky genes in spades but left him a respectable fortune.

He
somehow knew his father would approve of how he was spending it. And especially
approve of Ellen.

He
called her once he got back to his flat in St. Katherine’s Dock but went into
voicemail.

“Call
me,” was all he said. All he needed to. She would the minute she was free.

Which was about ten minutes later.
He’d just had time to make a cup of
coffee and wonder whether to go out for dinner or settle for cheese on toast at
home.

Once
glance at the caller ID and, damn, his cock was going hard. He had it as bad as
any adolescent and it was bloody wonderful.

“Hello,
Ellen. Are you naked?”

Even at
this distance, her chuckle was sexy as hell.
“Actually no,
John.
Since I’m standing on the platform of the
Gare
du Nord, it’s just as well I’m not.”

She had a
point but better not let her get too confident. “If I ordered you to take off
your clothes and stand there naked, with a placard around your neck that said
Property
of John Kent
I think you’d be fine. The French tend to respect other men’s
property.” He heard the catch in her breath all the way from Paris. He bet she
was getting wet between her legs too. “What if I gave that order? Would you
disobey, knowing what would happen when I found out?”

“For heaven’s sake, John!
Much more of this and I’ll need to
change my knickers.”

“Would
you?” he persisted. “Would you obey my command?”

He sensed
her hesitation.
Could imagine her racing pulse and the scent
of fresh sweat on her skin.
And he knew damn well she was smiling.

“Since
that would get me arrested and really delay my getting home, you’re not going
to, are you?”

Damn! He
loved her. All those idiots who thought submissive women were cowed and timid
needed to meet Ellen Forsythe. Actually, on second thought, they didn’t!

“John, the
train’s coming in. Have to hang up. I’ll call back in a jiffy.”

She was
gone, and like the fool in love that he was—correction, contented fool in
love—he put his phone on the arm of the chair and waited for her to call back.
After all, waiting was the perfect opportunity to think out some delicious,
erotic torture for when she did get home.

* * * * *

Ellen put
her laptop on the table and her bag on the empty seat beside her and leaned
back, letting out a sigh. She hadn’t been kidding about damp undies. How was it

John could
stir such a response by his voice alone, and on the other side of the Channel
come to that? She smiled and let out another sigh of deliberate and pure
pleasure. After the heartbreak of watching Edward die, she’d truly believed
she’d never find another lover as dominant and demanding and as gloriously
harsh as her late husband.

Had she
been wrong! She met John on a blind date and was smitten on sight. Had it been
her submissive instincts that immediately recognized a Dominant?
Or her pent-up horniness?
No, it was more than lust and a
need for sex. John filled the depths of her soul, satisfied her need to submit
and gave her incredible sex to boot.

And
thinking of John, she picked up her mobile and pressed speed dial.

It rang
once then John’s voice asked, “Well?”

“I am
actually, very well.
How about you?”

“Horny as hell and needing you naked under me.”

“I’m so
glad.”

“Of what?
That I’m horny and in need?”

She had to
chuckle. “Yes, to be truthful, there’s nothing like knowing you fancy me to
boost my ego.”

“Sounds as though your bottom needs a good boost, Ellen.
I so itch to warm up your
arse
until
it’s
all a lovely
pink.”

She
wouldn’t mind if he did. “What shade of pink?
Soft baby pink?
A rosy hue or bright red?”

She heard
his breathing as he paused and she waited. Had she gone a wee bit too far? She
didn’t think so. He liked her sauciness.
Gave him a good
excuse to punish her.
No, he was mulling over his reply, picking words
to arouse and excite
her the
most.

“I think,
my lovely submissive,” he said at last, “I’ll settle for nice and rosy. Just
color you up with my hand—on your bare bottom of course. I want it warm to the
touch and just pink enough to contrast nicely with the marks of my belt.”

As he
paused, she exhaled. She hadn’t been aware she was holding her breath but she
had, and now she was panting.

“How many
stripes of the belt do you want?”

Ellen took
a slow breath.
Or tried to.
“That would be for you to
decide,” she replied. “Whatever you want to give, I’ll be happy to take.” Dear
heaven, this felt so good and, darn, she was creaming between her legs.

“Oh, you
most certainly will be, my love.
Very, very happy.
Especially when I bugger you and let you come.”

He wasn’t
kidding! “I miss you!”

“You’re
supposed to. Just think, you could be here with me, naked, on your knees,
sucking my cock; instead you’re off gallivanting all over Europe.” Not exactly
gallivanting and John knew it. Paris had been work. So would be Brussels. Okay,
the weekend in between, in Lille, she was spending with a friend from her
student days, but she hadn’t seen Eloise in five years. It was time to
reforge
their friendship. “Just think, Ellen, instead of
having you tied to my bed while I decide what sweet torture to impose on your
luscious body, I will have to content myself with watching that last video we
made. Remember? When I tied you to my whipping frame and gave you a thorough
flogging?”

Did
she
indeed! “Yes, I remember.”
Wasn’t
likely to forget either.
The scene they played had been scorching hot,
but when she’d watched the video with John, she’d been horrified how fat her
bottom looked. She’d resolved to go on a diet before the next video session.

“I thought
you might,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It won’t be the same
without you.”

True.
“It’s only just over a week, John.” Would she last that long with phone calls
like this every day?

“I’ll be
waiting and, by the way, I have a surprise for you.
Bought it
this afternoon.”

 
“What is it?”

“Shan’t tell you.
Wouldn’t be a surprise if I did, would it? I’ll tell you one
thing though—it will involve you taking your clothes off.”