Subculture (28 page)

‘No, I mean when you do.' He bucked forward and back. ‘Let's face it, you're bound to make a mistake eventually.' Another few thrusts brought her closer to Nirvana. ‘Which means that I'll have to pull your knickers all the way down.'

‘Yeah, force yourself,' Lisa got out then moaned as the doctor's cock took her closer to a climax.

‘Shall it be the whip or the cane?' he asked conversationally.

‘No, please sir,' Lisa whispered, meaning it, ‘anything but the cane.'

‘Just a few strokes of that whippy rattan...' he continued.

She closed her eyes, remembering its swish in the casino. ‘I'd rather taste the whip or the heavier tawse,' she all but sobbed.

‘You've been whipped and tawsed already. I like to give variety to a naughty bum,' Michael continued, thrusting. ‘I think I'll use my belt.'

‘Uh,' Lisa grunted, as the about-to-orgasm signal started to spread through her mons.

‘I'll double it in my hands,' the doctor added. Increasing sensation spread through Lisa's loins at his cruel promise, and she stiffened on her already taut legs and arms. ‘I'll bend you over that wall outside,' her boss continued. ‘The one that I thrashed Marie-Rose over. I'll make you pull down your pants...'

She came then, her wolvine cries echoing around the room for longer than she'd ever believed possible, her sexual centre grinding back against his hardness to massage every second of unrelenting sensation out. ‘Uh,' she quavered. ‘Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!' She stretched her mouth open wide to let the shrieks out, and tightly closed her eyes.

As she finished climaxing, the herbalist let her arms collapse forward, her head swiftly following. She put her face to one side of her newly-folded arms, but kept her hips pushed obediently back. He could punish her bare bottom right this minute if that was what he wanted. He could do anything he liked after giving her an orgasm like that.

But her new lover obviously just wanted to reach his own apex of pleasure. ‘God, I loved it when you made those noises,' he whispered admiringly, before increasing his muscular thrusts.

‘We aim to please,' Lisa murmured, grunting with pleasure as his shaft rubbed at her thrill-led walls. How she loved having him inside her.

‘You could have pleased more if you'd bared your bum in readiness for the whip,' Michael retorted, obviously keen to stay in charge no matter how close they were.

‘I feared its lash on my poor naked flesh,' Lisa murmured to increase his dominant enjoyment. ‘I didn't know if I could bear such a thrashing, sir.' She felt a brief rush of power as he ground into her more forcefully and groaned with increasing lust.

‘You're lucky that I'm a merciful man,' he continued gutturally. ‘Else I could have stripped you of your little shorts and whipped you in the cab.'

Lisa whimpered with desire as the image hit her brain. It obviously had a similar affect on her new lover, for he strained forward into her, his exhalation full of held-back groaning. A spasming phallus obviously still required a stiff upper lip.

‘That's right,' Lisa urged, shoving her loins against his erection, ‘let it all out.'

For a moment after he'd come the doctor rested his head on her T-shirt clad shoulders. Then she felt him straighten and take hold of the rim of the condom before edging his manhood out.

‘God, I wish I could keep it in me,' she murmured wistfully. ‘It feels so right.'

‘I'm sure we can put it back at a later date,' Michael said, obvious tenderness or even love in his cultured tone. Lisa sat back in time to see him tie a knot in the condom and throw it in the little metal bucket. She stared at him dazedly. ‘Now take that T-shirt and bra off, and lie down in my arms, my love,' he said with a slightly smug smile. It was exactly what Lisa wanted to do, and she swiftly did so. A few seconds later she felt her eyelids drift down, and she slept.

When she awoke it was late, and Michael arranged to have dinner for two brought to his bed by a blushing Carmen. ‘I wish I didn't have patients to see tomorrow,' Lisa told him languidly after the cook had left.

‘Well, you do,' Michael answered. He sat up straighter on the pillows and kissed her head. ‘And you must treat them to the best of your ability.'

‘Or what?' Lisa murmured, sipping the pink champagne.

Her boss smiled coolly. ‘Or you'll have to be taught a lesson after I take you to St Julian's tomorrow night.'

 

Finished! Reece ticked the last event off his task-based list, and turned to his Second-In-Command with obvious relief and pleasure.

‘That's it - we've cracked it. Project completed,' he said.

‘No loose ends?' the Singaporean queried.

‘No, that's what I've been dealing with the past two days. I kept waiting for a bigger problem to appear,' the Englishman admitted. ‘But it works. You're free to move on.'

‘And what will you do?' his foreign colleague asked.

‘Me?' Reece thought over his options. ‘I suppose I'll go back home.' Home being a room in a hotel. It wasn't even as if he could stay at Lisa's Scarborough flat in her absence, as she'd rented it out to another girl.

‘You won't stay on here for the next three weeks?' the foreman murmured, moving his hand in an arc to indicate the island.

‘No.' Reece felt he'd been here in Singapore long enough. He got bored with one locality very quickly. Every cell in his body craved a change of scene.

He also craved his woman. Reece took a bus back to his hotel, his mind full of happy thoughts of the future. Should he phone Lisa and tell her about the change of arrangement? Would she be able to leave Malta and fly back to be with him right now? It would be so wonderful to dip his mouth to those full pink nipples, to lick their salty essence before paying equal homage to her pudenda, thighs and hips.

Smiling, Reece took the elevator to his room. He picked up the phone. Then he set it down again as he conjured up a better idea. The kind of idea that would give his beloved Lisa the biggest possible surprise. Voice taut with excitement, Reece spoke to the airline operator about available flight times. A few hours later he set off for Malta to claim his almost-bride.

 

‘So you agree with my findings?' Lisa confirmed. She and Michael were sitting in his car. He was driving them to St Julians. She was reassured that he'd started discussing her work as soon as they'd met up, had praised her latest medical success. The herbalist had been afraid that after their lovemaking of last night he'd no longer see her as a colleague. But much as he'd loved her body, he was still thankfully interested in the workings of her brain.

‘You're one of Vitality's greatest hits,' he said now, edging down a side street in obvious search of a parking space. ‘Lots of my patients ask for a referral to you, and most of them have already heard of your track record, have been recommended by a relative or a friend.'

‘That's the way it worked in Scarborough too,' Lisa murmured, thinking back to the onset of her practice. ‘Some had been sceptical about natural remedies until they saw good results in someone else.'

Her heart gave a little flip at the thought of Scarborough, of her life there. She still hadn't decided what to do next. Oh, she suspected that she loved Michael, and she adored what he did to her sexually. But to give up her country of origin for good? What if their relationship faltered in a couple of years? Where would she go? She had friends and family in England. It took courage to start your entire life anew.

Staying with Reece would be the safe option; he was much less volatile than Michael. Oh, their lovemaking wouldn't be special, but she could channel her energies into her social life, work and hobbies. She'd probably have time left over to do research, to make a name for herself in the herbal remedies field.

‘A Maltese pound for your thoughts?' Michael asked, and she realised that he was parking the car, was glancing at her thoughtfully.

‘Oh, I was just thinking about the future,' she said.

‘And?' His mouth had gone very still, his eyes watchful.

‘And I've decided just to live for today.'

She knew that her answer was a cop out, that he wanted her to be honest. But how could she, not knowing the level of commitment he was prepared to make? After all, Jamilla, Carmen and Ria were still around, and presumably being chastened, whilst Dania was only spared because she'd left. She suspected that she, Lisa, was very special to Michael, but would he be prepared to make her truly his the way that Reece would do?

‘I want you to stay here in Malta,' Michael said firmly.

‘I know,' Lisa murmured, then got quickly out of the car. She wanted to defer making her decision. For now it was enough to let her eyes flit over his strong lithe body, his strong spanking hands on the steering wheel. ‘So where are you taking me?' she continued, walking towards the seafront.

‘To an Italian restaurant near the bay,' Michael said.

They ate. They drank mineral water. Lisa also had two glasses of white wine. She needed the alcohol to help douse her excitement. Every time she met Michael's impassioned gaze her loins stirred anew. God, her flesh felt so tingling she could hardly bear it. If only he'd find some excuse to march her back to the Clinic right away.

‘There's a place where we can have tea outside that overlooks the water,' Michael said as they paid the bill. They'd gone Dutch - Lisa had insisted. She wanted to be his equal in the real world, even if she was sometimes his submissive when they were alone at night.

‘Tea? How thrilling,' she quipped, hoping that he would angrily order her back to his bedroom.

‘Your rudeness is being noted,' her employer replied.

He guided her to the cafe-bar, and ordered two individual pots of tea. They took their chairs amongst the laughing and chattering early evening tourists. Lisa stared out at the calm blue Med.

‘This is perfect,' she said.

‘Better than Scarborough?'

Lisa hedged her bets. ‘Just different,' she replied.

Michael nodded stiffly. ‘Don't worry. I won't mention the subject again.'

He'd have to mention it with her departure due in a mere three weeks, Lisa thought, a hollow sensation invading her pasta-filled belly. Leastways, one of them would...

‘Got a light, Miss?' the youth at the next table asked. He was about eighteen years old. He looked like a younger version of Don Muscat.

‘Sorry - I've no bad habits,' Lisa said.

Michael laughed. The boy smiled at them both, then kept the smile trained for a moment longer on Lisa. ‘I'd quit if you'd nurse me through the withdrawal symptoms, Miss,' he said.

Lisa grinned back. ‘After you give up, try eating sunflower seeds as they help reduce the craving.'

‘Budgie food,' one of the youth's mates muttered dismissively.

‘Ignore him, he's a heathen,' said the boy. He leaned forward. ‘Are you a doctor or something?'

‘A herbalist,' Lisa replied.

The youth pulled his seat a little closer. ‘A herbalist, huh? My Mum used some Chinese medicine for a skin complaint. That was in London. She noticed results by the second week.'

‘It's strong stuff,' Lisa confirmed. ‘The practitioner really has to know what she's doing as there can be contra-indications.'

‘There will be contra-indications here soon if you don't stop chatting that boy up,' Michael whispered in her ear.

‘Oh stop being a killjoy,' Lisa said, loud enough for one of the youth's mates to look at Dr Landers and grin. She leaned forward to continue the conversation and realised that the boy she'd been talking to was staring at her cleavage, at her breasts.

But she couldn't end the conversation right away - that would be like letting Michael think that he was winning.

‘So, how long are you here on Malta?' she asked casually.

‘Three more days.' The boy got the telltale glow in his eyes that indicated he thought he had a conquest. ‘But if I want to I can stay on for another week.'

The twenty-eight year old nodded and asked a few more questions, only half listening to the answers. She wanted to have sex with Michael right away. ‘Enjoy the rest of your holiday,' she said brightly, then stood up to go.

‘We'll be here at the same time tomorrow night,' the youth cut in.

‘Sans cigarette of course,' Lisa replied.

‘Probably gone to look up sans in the dictionary now,' Michael scoffed as they walked towards the Mercedes, his hand on her shoulder.

‘Oh don't be so fucking superior,' Lisa replied. She looked up into his face and swayed slightly as she saw the depths of her own desire reflected in his eyes.

‘I'm going to drive you home and give you the admonishment you deserve for such bad behaviour,' the doctor said evenly, his fingers sliding down to grip her upper arm. ‘Then I'll give you the orgasm of your life.'