TouchofaDom (4 page)

The night was still warm. Good thing that, as freezing and
shivering wasn’t exactly sexy. Mind you, following Branko’s tight butt and
being led on a velvet lead certainly stirred the submissive streaks in her DNA.
How far was he going to make her walk? Around the house? She’d need more than
slipper boots for that.

He headed straight for the pergola and the stone bench,
walking slowly, as if stringing it out. Helen was downright glad of the high
walls that surrounded the estate. Putting on a show for Adele was one thing,
streaking and performing for the delectation of random passing tourists was
quite another thing entirely.

Votive lights hung from the overhead beams—a rather nice
touch, and they gave just enough light for her to notice he’d covered the bench
with several blankets and tied them down. He obviously expected her to be
moving. And he’d brought over a table from the terrace and on a spread-out
cloth were a flogger, a blindfold and… Her mouth went dry at the sight of a
bullwhip.

“You’re not using that on me.” No way in heaven.

“It’s just for sound effect, my dear. I’m nowhere near
skilled enough to venture to use it on your tender flesh.”

But was he skilled enough to use it on Luc? Neither of them
had ever given her a straight answer as to who’d wielded it when she’d watched
from the rooms that Adele now occupied.

Thinking that she might be watching already sent a shiver
down Helen’s spine. Could she really go through with this? Branko tugged, very
gently, on her lead and she turned to look at him. He nodded at the bench and
she lowered her head.

“What must I do?”

“Lie on your back and prepare yourself to worship my cock.”

She’d swear every nerve ending in her body responded to his
softly voiced order. She crossed the few meters to the bench and took up
position. “Spread those beautiful legs of yours,” he whispered, bending over
her. “I want you open and available.”

She was spread before he finished talking.

He didn’t restrain her at first, just walked around her,
whispering promises of how he would tie her down. First one leg, then the
other, teasing her skin with his fingers and his mouth between times. It worked
its intended purpose. She was aroused and longing for restraint. She wanted to
be able to tug and pull ineffectively, to know her efforts would be useless and
she was his captive plaything.

If only he’d get a move on and make good on his promises.

No point in saying so. Knowing Branko, he’d only delay even
longer. But he’d very effectively aroused her. Helen was ready to moan aloud
when he said, “Give me your hand.”

When she complied, he wrapped a soft band around her wrist.
It felt soft like velvet, maybe matched the collar she still wore and the lead
draped between her breasts.

The band might feel soft but when he let go of her hand, her
arm immediately was stretched out over her head with a jerk. She cried out in
surprise. “What’s that?”

“Bungee cords,” he replied. “It’s a bit of an experiment but
they seem to hold you nicely. You can move but not much with your arms at that
angle.”

He was right. Her arms were pretty much pinioned down and
she didn’t have strength in her shoulders to exert enough force to stretch the
damn bungee cord. Well, she wanted to be immobile, didn’t she? He was
definitely satisfying that desire.

“Hand me your other hand. If you want to.”

He got it.

Now both arms were stretched over her head and if her legs
were still free, they wouldn’t be for long. She looked up at his face as he
bent over her.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I’d better do something about that then, shouldn’t I? Legs
still unrestrained, aren’t they?” he asked, shaking his head. “Can’t have that,
my dear Helen. I like you best helpless. Come along,” he went on, as he walked
to the other end of the bench. “Give me your foot, if you please.”

“And if I don’t please?” It came out unbidden.

“I will tie you down and leave you here until morning and
you will not get your treat.”

Put that way… She lifted her left foot and placed it in his
outstretched hand. Moments later, that too was anchored down. She had a little
more movement with her legs than her arms but when she tested it too much, he
slapped her thigh. “Keep still, Helen. I said ‘immobile’ and I meant it.”

Suited her. She had no hesitation offering her right leg
when asked.

God, this felt so good. She was helpless, spread and
waiting. The air was a little cool this late in the year but he’d soon warm her
up so she wouldn’t notice a little night chill.

Branko walked around her twice before stopping behind
Helen’s head. “Time to make sure our watcher is awake.”

As he spoke, the bullwhip cracked overhead and hit the
paving stones. Helen shrieked. Damn! She had not expected that.

“Very good, and nicely natural sounding,” Branko said. She
only just heard him over the sound of a second crack and a third. Then came a
volley of them as the whip whirled and hit the ground back and forth on either
side of her in rapid succession for several minutes. Putting faith in his
promise that he’d not hit her flesh with it, Helen relaxed and listened. The
sound was arousing. By the time he paused, to rest his shoulder and arm no
doubt, she was very wet between the legs.

“How was that?” he asked. She heard the whip drop.

“Why don’t you check?”

“I think I already know, but just to be sure…” He stroked
her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples, then trailed his hand down her body to
feel between her legs. “You naughty girl, you’re wet and aroused. Now that, I
think, deserves something special.” He picked up the flogger and waved it in
her line of vision. “How about a little encounter with suede tresses? Just what
will do you good.”

She could not agree more. “Please.” It wasn’t exactly
begging, more like an entreaty she had every expectation of being met.

“Since you asked so nicely, Helen.” He brushed the full
width of the tresses across her breasts.

She sighed. This was so good. Her back arched, putting a
little stretch in the bungee cords before they pulled her back. She didn’t
care. He was caressing her, stroking her breasts, belly and thighs with the
soft tresses. She’d be happy to go on like this for hours. Her sighs and soft
moans filled the night air as her arousal grew, slowly and steadily. Would he
change his rhythm? Strike a little harder with a slowly increasing force? What
about a few well-aimed hits to her pussy? Now that was something to look
forward to.

She let out another moan, almost a groan and prepared to beg
for more.

Above them, in the night, Adele watched. She’d been barely
dozing at the first sound of the bullwhip and was awake in an instant. Some
sounds one responded to no matter what.

By the time the third crack echoed in the night, she was
across the room and opening her window wide to see what in the name of reason
was going on.

Spectacle was the only word for the sight below. By the
light of dozens of candles, a woman was spread-eagled on some sort of table by
the pergola and a near-naked man stood at her head, cracking the whip on the
paving stones. He was skilled, even in the poor light that was clear enough.
With confident movements he whirled the whip from side to side, hitting the
ground but never touching the woman. Her quiet moans rose up to where Adele
watched and she shut her eyes a moment, imagining herself in the woman’s place
and feeling the rush as the evil whip cut the night air.

Adele grasped the window sill to steady herself as her body
responded to the sights and sounds below. She had missed this. How many months
had it been since she’d had a session with a skilled Dominant? And this man was
skilled. Was it Branko? Had to be. The security on the estate was far too tight
for random couples to wander in and frolic on the terrace at will. Besides,
this scene was carefully choreographed. She’d taken part in far too many not to
notice that right away.

Helen—it had to be her—moaned and Adele moaned with her.
This was too much, too wonderful and… What the hell were they really doing? Had
to be put on for her titillation. This employee benefit hadn’t been mentioned
during the interview.

The tempo changed, the bullwhip hit the ground with a most
stimulating crack and the man went over to the side and took up a flogger. It
was unmistakable, even from here, and Adele cast a longing thought to her own
flogger, now in her underwear drawer. She longed to feel its kiss on her skin.
As Adele watched, Helen’s head and shoulders moved a little but mostly she
sighed, reveling in the sweet caress as Branko stroked the full width of the
spread tresses up and down her body before trailing them loosely down the
inside of one leg and up the other.

Seemed he liked the effect, or perhaps her response, as he repeated
the movement several times until Adele was half ready to call out to him to do
more, to ply the flogger harder and, as if sensing her wish, he did just that.

With a practiced and very skilled movement of the wrist, he
tapped the end of the tresses across Helen’s thighs and shoulders and then
flicked the flogger across her breasts. Oh! Switching techniques like that
teased and aroused. Adele was wild and ready for whatever happened next and she
was merely a spectator.

In the night she heard him say, “Are you ready, my dear?”

She darn well was. More than ready, overly ready, dying from
readiness. This should be
her
reward. It was going to be.

Without pausing for slippers or robe, Adele dashed across
the room, through the apartment and down the outside stairs. She ran across the
drive, barely noticing the gravel on her bare feet, and called out, “No!”

Branko turned and watched as Adele ran toward them. This had
not been part of his plan. A quick glance at Helen, still prone on the bench,
showed she was even more stunned. Understandable, given her state of arousal.

“No?” he asked, sounding feeble to his own ears. “Were you
invited?” Bit lame that but hell, he was ad-libbing here.

“I invited myself. Wasn’t I intended to?”

Not exactly but now she was here he looked at her intently,
hair all over the place, nothing on but a flimsy nightgown that did nothing to
hide her full breasts and very tight nipples, and the scent of her arousal
filled the air. Her appearance was unexpected and downright unintended but most
certainly not unwelcome.

“I’m glad you did, but tell me,” he hardened his voice, “why
are you here, Adele?”

She shivered under his scrutiny but he suspected it wasn’t
from cold, rather from something far more enticing. For both of them.

She took a deep breath, tilted up her chin and met his eyes.
No modest and submissive lowering of eyes for her. He rather liked her
attitude. “I’m in need and horny and you and your partner pretty much drove me
to the edge.”

“Pretty much?” He raised his eyebrows slowly and met her
eyes steadily. “Does that mean you are still on the edge?”

“Yes, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“And you expect me to take care of that?”

“Why not? You seem expert at these things.”

She was in need and wanted him. Wanted him to oblige her. He
could be very obliging when necessary. He stepped close to her and fingered the
neck of her nightgown. Nice, flimsy cotton, perfect to his mind. It covered but
really didn’t conceal much. But even so…

“If you want me, you’d better be naked.” He put in just a hint
of menace. Her breath caught but the nightgown was off and over her head before
she exhaled.

Now he gasped. He’d seen many naked women, dozens even, but
Adele took his breath away. Her breasts were large but gloriously firm and
rounded, her nipples dark and every bit as hard as the little bumps under her
nightgown had suggested but it was the incredible curve of her belly and
generous roundness of her hips that drew his eyes down to the dark triangle of
her pussy. His cock responded with passion, dire need and sheer and fantastic
horniness.

He wanted her, right here and now but first… He raised the
flogger that was still in his hand and asked, “Would you like me to discipline
you?” She nodded. “I thought you might but—Damn!” He threw the flogger to the
ground. “That will have to wait for next time.” He certainly couldn’t. Branko
pulled her close, pressing his erection into the warmth of her lovely belly and
he took her mouth with his.

He heard a soft, strangled gasp and then nothing. His mind
shut out everything but the warmth of her lips, the passion in her mouth and
the heated need of her tongue as it met his. Forget gentle exploration or
tentative teasing. He took her mouth with his, possessed it, devoured it. She
was heat and passion and woman and damn, she met his every need and more as she
pressed her body even closer. He grabbed her arse cheek with one hand,
squeezed, then spanked. Her cry was swallowed by his continuing kiss and he
slapped again and again. The sound of flesh on willing flesh filled the night.

It was incredible. She was incredible. So much in need, so
earnest. So all around sexy. He couldn’t wait any longer. He backed her against
the nearest upright of the pergola. Keeping his mouth on hers, he ripped aside
his thong and lifted her, positioning her over his erection. Seconds later he
was in her. Deep. She cried out as he worked her up and down on his cock. She
matched his rhythm. Her hands grasped his shoulders as she propelled herself up
and down on his cock.

Her noise filled the night, just as her scent and need and
passion flooded his mind. He was close to coming but held off, wanting this to
last forever as her cries rose in a sweet crescendo and she came. That took him
over the edge, and with the last of his strength he held her close until sated
and spent. He slipped out of her and gently lowered her until her feet reached
the ground.