Haven Of Obedience (6 page)

‘If you don’t like it, you can always go home.’

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ muttered Natalie. ‘You told me yesterday that you didn’t think I’d stay the course, and I can tell you want to prove you’re right. I don’t know why, but I get the feeling you don’t like me one little bit.’

‘You’re quite wrong,’ Simon said softly. ‘I like you a lot, rather too much, in fact, but I
don’t
like your kind of sexuality in a woman.’

‘I didn’t think you were meant to feel things personally,’ said Natalie. She felt a sense of triumph at having forced an admission of involvement from this remote, dark stranger who held such a peculiar fascination for her.

‘I’m not. Now, could we get on with the lesson, please? You told me when I was filling in your admission form that you always preferred to be on top during sex. I’m now going to attempt to teach you that it can be equally pleasurable when you’re not. Heather has the same problem, so I want her to watch what we do very carefully’

As Simon spoke he started to run his hands over Natalie’s body, tracing circles around each of her small
but firm breasts, pausing occasionally to tease the tips of the nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb.

It felt delicious and Natalie started to relax, although she knew that it was a waste of time getting excited. She’d never yet managed to climax in this position. Simon’s hands moved on down over her ribcage and across her stomach. Then he lowered his head and swirled his tongue in her belly button, which made her stomach jerk. He spent a long time caressing her belly, hips and outer thighs and while he was stroking her there she felt someone licking and nibbling at her toes. Startled, she raised her head and saw that it was Marc.

‘Lie back and enjoy the sensations,’ said Simon. ‘Marc knows what he’s doing. He was well instructed by me before we collected you.’

Natalie was becoming very excited. There was something deliciously decadent about having two men concentrating on giving her pleasure. Her toes curled as Marc’s tongue ran along the tendons of her high instep. When he nibbled on the tight flesh around her ankle bone she shivered with delight. All the while Simon’s hands continued to caress her lower body, but they never strayed between her thighs.

Finally Marc removed his mouth from Natalie’s feet and now Simon positioned himself above her, his dark eyes staring down into hers. ‘You know you could have a climax if you wanted to, don’t you?’ he said quietly. ‘You’re aroused enough.’ Reaching between her thighs he ran his fingers over the tell-tale dampness of her vulva.

‘I want to come,’ she cried. ‘But I know I won’t.’

‘Of course you will.’ He began to lower himself on to her, but only the bottom half of his body rested against her because he kept himself supported on his arms,
lifting his chest away from her. For the first time she felt his penis touching her, nudging between her outer sex lips and then moving up and down the slick channel as her body opened to welcome him.

To Natalie’s delight Simon didn’t enter her at once. Instead, he moved his hips around, pressing against her pubic mound and sliding the soft tip of his erection over her clitoris. Unlike most men, he’d positioned himself with his legs outside hers, which meant that there was more pressure on her vulva: her nerve ends reacted immediately. She felt tendrils of pleasure spreading slowly through her body, moving upwards from between her thighs all the way to the small swollen globes of her breasts.

Natalie could feel that she was near to climaxing, that if she could only give herself over to what was happening, allow herself to receive the pleasure that Simon was giving her and completely relax then she would come. But it was impossible. No matter how skilfully he moved, or how slowly he slid inside her, rotating his hips in a circular motion before withdrawing and sliding up to touch her clitoris once more, the final moment of release refused to come.

Her body was so tight that she felt she’d explode if she didn’t climax. But she longed to roll Simon over, to sit astride him, moving herself up and down on his wonderful erection, bending forward so that he could suck on her aching nipples as she came. It was all she could picture, and the more she thought about that, the quicker the delicious sensations that Simon had brought about faded.

Frantic for satisfaction, Natalie jerked her hips upwards, trying to control the pace as her hands gripped Simon’s buttocks in an attempt to alter his rhythm. Immediately Simon’s body froze.

‘Now you’ve spoilt it, haven’t you?’ he said.

Left stranded, her nerve endings still jangling and the sensations slowly dissipating, she looked miserably at him. ‘What do you mean?’

‘You tried to take control again.’

‘I couldn’t help it. You weren’t doing it right, you—’

‘And I thought you were doing so well,’ Simon said sadly as he lifted his body off hers.

‘Don’t leave me like this!’ she cried.

‘I’m sorry, but you have to learn. I warned you that you were going to find it difficult. Let’s see if Heather has better luck than you.’

‘Can’t we try again?’ asked Natalie. She knew that if she could only have one more try, if she closed her eyes and allowed him to do what he wanted, then the pleasure would come again. She was frantic to feel the glorious excitement once more.

‘You only get one turn,’ Simon said curtly. Then, catching hold of her hand, he pulled her off the bed. ‘Put your nightdress and robe back on, and see if you can learn by watching Heather.’

‘I don’t
want
to watch Heather,’ she muttered.

‘Then you should have done as you were told, shouldn’t you? Come along, Heather. Do you think you can do better than Natalie?’

Heather didn’t answer. She was clearly turned on by what she’d been watching, and for a moment Natalie hated her. If she’d gone second, then she’d probably have done better. It was unfair of Simon to make her have the first turn, and she knew that he’d done it on purpose to make it more difficult for her.

As Heather climbed on to the bolster, and Simon began to caress her slightly larger breasts, Natalie remembered how it had felt when he’d touched her. She shivered. Her whole body was becoming aroused again, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was going to have to watch while Heather received all
the pleasuring that she, Natalie, had so foolishly thrown away.

Simon did all the things to Heather that he’d done to Natalie. As far as Natalie could tell there was no difference at all in his approach, and this upset her because while he’d been touching her it had seemed personal. She’d believed that he felt something for her. Watching him now, she saw that she’d been wrong. It was as he’d said: he was simply doing his job – and, by the sound of the noises that Heather was making, doing it very well.

When Marc started licking between Heather’s toes the other woman became frantic with excitement, allowing the pleasure to swamp her and not resisting it as Natalie had done. When Marc had finished and stood back from the bed, Heather did attempt to wriggle free as Simon placed his body on top of hers. But the brief moment of resistance quickly passed once she felt him pressing against her pubic mound. Soon Natalie saw the pink flush of arousal spreading over Heather’s chest and neck.

She could imagine only too well the pressure that was building inside the other woman. The wonderful tightening of her muscles, the piercing shards of pleasure that were almost certainly shooting through her lower belly as Simon moved up and down her soft, moist flesh before sliding into her welcoming entrance.

Unlike Natalie, Heather was moaning aloud with excitement and she made no attempt to control Simon in any way. In fact, she seemed to be lost in her own world, a world made up entirely of sensations, sensations that Natalie, standing helplessly as she watched, could only remember and regret. It quickly became obvious that, unlike Natalie, Heather was going to climax. Natalie, who had never before watched a couple having sex like this, wondered if she was going
to come as well. She felt ready to, but her body needed a caress, an intimate touch and she knew that Marc wouldn’t be allowed to touch her.

After several minutes, Simon’s pace quickened, but he was still well in control of himself. The same couldn’t be said for Heather, whose breathing was loud and rapid. Then, with a keening cry, she came. Natalie watched as Heather’s body twisted and turned beneath Simon’s lean hardness until suddenly the other woman’s eyes closed and she lay still and relaxed, her body limp.

‘Was that the first time you’ve ever come when you were underneath a man?’ Simon asked dispassionately. His clipped voice shattered the erotically charged atmosphere in the room.

‘Yes,’ admitted Heather.

‘You did very well. We’ll be able to try you with someone else later this morning.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘Time for you both to get ready for breakfast. At half-past ten I’m taking you to watch the men learning to be submissive.
You
should enjoy that,’ he added, looking directly at Natalie.

I don’t like submissive men,’ she said defensively.

‘Really? Then what sort of men
do
you like? Dominant males don’t take very kindly to being told what to do.’

‘That’s probably why I’m so unsuccessful in my relationships.’

‘Precisely,’ he said softly. ‘Which is why I want to help you learn to change. The trouble is, you don’t really want to be helped.’

Natalie wanted to tell Simon that he was wrong, that she
did
want to change but it was hard to give up control. However, she didn’t have a chance because, before she could reply, he and Marc had walked out of the room, leaving her and Heather alone together.

Heather looked at Natalie. ‘It’s rather embarrassing, all this, isn’t it?’

‘It’s not at all what I expected,’ admitted Natalie. ‘I hadn’t thought there would be so much … practical work, as it were.’

‘I had no idea what to expect, but I didn’t really care,’ confessed Heather. ‘I was so tired of losing men whom I really liked that I was willing to do anything if it was going to make me happier.’

‘But
will
this make us happier?’ asked Natalie. ‘How do we know it’s what
we
really want, rather than what men want us to be?’

‘That bothered me a bit. But after this morning I’m beginning to see the advantages,’ said Heather, with a laugh. ‘He’s absolutely incredible, isn’t he?’

‘Who?’

‘Simon, of course.’

‘He’s all right.’

‘Oh come on, he knows all the right buttons to push.’

‘Of course he does, that’s his job. It doesn’t mean he’s a particularly nice person, or even a particularly sexy one. I think you must have to be a bit strange to be able to do the kind of work he does.’

‘I should think most men would give their eye-teeth for a job like that,’ remarked Heather. ‘I certainly don’t think he’s strange. I just wish that we were allowed to fraternise with the tutors after we leave here. If I’m going to start a new way of life, I’d like him to join in the fun. He’d be a great party guest.’

‘Did you find it easy to have an orgasm?’ asked Natalie, hesitantly. ‘I thought it was really difficult. I never like being underneath, but having people watching, and knowing that Simon was assessing me, made it even worse. I nearly managed it, but he wasn’t moving quite how I wanted him to.’

‘It was probably easier for me,’ admitted Heather.
‘After all, I’d watched the pair of you and, believe me, that was an incredible turn-on. That’s another thing: I could never have imagined myself watching people having sex before this weekend. Actually, I thought he did everything right. You probably wanted to guide him just to show that he wasn’t having things all his own way.’

‘What are you, some kind of amateur psychiatrist?’ asked Natalie, beginning to get irritated.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that I know how difficult it is, and I thought that we should try and help each other.’

Natalie felt ashamed of herself. ‘You’re right, we should help each other. Probably I was too busy worrying that my pleasure was totally in his hands. But it’s a difficult habit to break.’

‘What do you think about watching men being forced to be submissive, then?’

Natalie thought for a moment. ‘I can’t really picture it, can you?’

‘No, but it should be very interesting. The men here are all like us, very successful in their particular line of business. I was talking to one in the grounds yesterday when I arrived. He’s head of a big multinational company and when he says “Jump” everyone jumps. He’s been married twice and had three other failed relationships. He says that he can’t modify his behaviour at all, that he finds himself taking over in bed even when he knows that’s not what the woman wants. I’d quite like to watch him being tutored. He was very attractive.’

‘He was probably attractive to you because he is powerful and important,’ pointed out Natalie. ‘He won’t be nearly as attractive if he’s seen being submissive.’

‘It’s odd, isn’t it?’ said Heather. ‘We both like being
in control in bed, but neither of us are attracted to submissive men. No wonder we were making such a mess of our private lives.’

Natalie glanced at the clock on the wall. ‘We’d better go and get ready for breakfast. I think they stop serving at nine.’

‘Yes, better not be late or no doubt that will be considered a punishable offence as well.’

Natalie looked thoughtfully at the other woman. ‘You know, I think you’re going to learn to change quicker than I am.’

‘Why do you say that?’

‘I don’t know. Perhaps it’s because you’re more relaxed about the whole thing than I am. Anyway, seeing you with Simon just now it was obvious that you were able to relinquish control to him.’

‘That’s not to say I’ll be able to relinquish control to someone else.’

Natalie sighed. ‘I know. But I haven’t managed to relinquish it at all yet.’

Heather smiled reassuringly at her. ‘Don’t worry, it’s early days and I heard that Simon’s never had a failure.’

Natalie shivered. ‘He’s not going to be very pleased if I’m his first, then, is he?’

‘No,’ agreed Heather. ‘He certainly isn’t.’