Authors: Laura Bailey
“OK.” Was all she said.
He sat back. She had been incredibly self-contained in her acceptance; cautious he presumed.
Putting down her cell phone, Tara sat in contemplation. The previous night had been shocking, brutal; yet a forbidden pleasure had arisen from it that she could never have imagined. A strange sensation of attraction to a dark need.
She needed to be in his presence again; she needed his roughness, his command; his touch. With tension in her stomach her skin grew hot at the thought of him; of his hands on her, of his body on hers. A powerful compulsion was enthralling her; forcing her to relinquish reason.
As 3pm approached, she walked up the steps of the Club, wearing a short black shift dress, simple in its design, her hair loose. A range of emotions within her that she refused to acknowledge. He would be waiting for her; the force of him unleashed frightened her yet she was drawn to him, a willing victim.
True to his word, the place was a hive of activity; smartly dressed groups of men standing outside talking and smoking together. Through the windows she spotted several women in cocktail style dresses, and jackets. As she walked into the bar, the volume of talk and laughter hit her and she struggled to see through the crowd. She assumed he would be where they had sat before but on reaching the table she found it occupied by two couples and looked around to try to see where he might be. At that moment, briefly, she considered fleeing, seizing her opportunity; yet she knew, if she did, he would only come and find her, a man of his resources. Walking through the groups, gently easing past the people gathered together, she felt an arm go around her. Turning, she saw him, and smiled with pleasure. The smile nearly broke his heart. He didn’t know how to take it.
“I did say it would be busier, didn’t I? But I hadn’t quite expected this! There’s a Library room; I doubt anyone is in there with this party going on. Follow me.” He took her by the hand. As they made their way, a stunningly attractive woman; blonde tresses trailing down her back, in a tight red cocktail dress, threw her arms around his neck.
“Damien, darling, so good to see you, where have you been hiding yourself? We must have a little talk.” She looked at him conspiratorially, suggestively.
“I m a little busy right now Gwen.” He unfolded her arms from his neck; Tara standing beside him, taking the scene in.
“Let’s go Tara.” He pulled her away by the hand.
She was jealous; she had to admit it to herself. She felt a shadow of a woman in comparison to the statuesque blonde. Did he have a history with her? Had they been intimate? She thought so; she felt sick, his hand still in hers. She pulled free from his hand. He looked down at her sharply, taking a hold of her arm. Leading her through the lobby, far less gently now, they went through to the back of the hallway and stopped outside a large double polished wooden door to the right. Pushing it open, he led her inside. It was an awe-inspiring room; antiquarian books arranged on bookshelves from floor to ceiling, guilt-edged engravings on the old fine leather covers. A marvellous chandelier hanging low from the ceiling; delicate corner lightshades.
“She’s a lush, and no, I have never slept with the woman.”
My God, how did he know what she was thinking? Blushing furiously, she turned to the bookshelf closest to her, pulling out a book to study it.
“I’m really not interested in your private life.”
“I just told you a fact.” If he had one good quality, it was his word. In things that truly mattered, he stood by the truth.
“Ok.” She had her back to him, ignoring him. She kept her attention focussed on the book, inspecting it inside.
He grabbed the book from her hands, pushing her against the bookcase with his body, towering over her.
“You are a moody, temperamental woman. Infuriating. For your lack of respect, your blatant disregard. Do you need to be spanked again? Is that what you want?”
His hands went to the back of her dress, where it ended at the back of her knees, and started to lift it slowly up. “I think you actually enjoyed it; it seems to make me think you want more; I see no contrition on your face; I see something else all together.”
She felt the first slap to her buttocks; not too hard but making her flesh wobble a little as it impacted. He did it again, and again, teasingly just stinging.
His hand reached further underneath her. He felt the outside of her panties. “You are wet. He slid his finger between her folds, through the silk. Suddenly he slapped her there. Slow, teasing slaps, against her clitoris; the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced.
“Open your legs wider.” She complied, her mind obeying his command automatically, inextricably entwining her needs with his actions. It gave him more room to spank her clitoris, and after each slap he rubbed his fingers against it, rubbing in the wetness. He brought his fingers up to his lips.
“You taste divine.” He could smell her scent. “God, woman, your so beautiful. His lips nestled her neck, kissing it gently, soothingly. “A beautiful traitor.” He said in to her ear; his voice husky and low. He wiped the hair out of her eyes. Traced the line of her cheekbone, ran his fingers over her lips. The slapping had stopped but between her buttocks she could feel him now, hard, erect. Fully aroused and making her aware of it.
“I’m not a traitor.” She whispered.
“Then tell me what I need to know.”
“Nothing.”
He was past working out right or wrong, his mind was not working rationally; he could not stop himself from wanting her, to punish her, to possess her; this woman who belonged to the man who had betrayed him, who treated him here with nothing but contempt. He hated liars. A devastating need for her; to break her.
He spoke into her ear quietly. “Denial will get you absolutely nowhere with me.”
He let her go, stepped back from her. She turned her body around, to look at him, to try to answer him, but he spoke first.
“I want you to pay attention to what I have to say. I have had some time to think, and I have come to the conclusion that the best solution at present is for you to, gradually, pay the money back to me.”
“It’s 5 million dollars! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not an heiress. Right now, I don’t even have enough money for a decent breakfast!”
“That’s ok. There is another, much more pleasant way for you to repay me.”
“What the hell!” Her teeth were gritted as she virtually spat out the words.
He loved the fierceness with which she faced up to him; the spirit she showed in her defiance; it bore a strength of character he was proud to witness. It only aroused him more.
He stood before her, the fine shape of his body so distinct in the tailored suit. His height and stature, his physique so powerful, his eyes of fire; all served to make him a dangerous enemy; thrilling and deadly.
“I will draw up a Contract, so that it is very clear for you. For now we can just call it a verbal agreement. Which in fact, as you know, is equally binding. You will meet my desires, sexually. You will do what I want you to do sexually. You will satisfy me. Let me make it abundantly clear; You will pay off your debt by providing sexual pleasure to me. Now turn back around.”
She refused to move.
“Do as I say Tara, or I will make you.”
She couldn’t help herself; her acquiescence. Her body responding to his will, obeying him, yielding to his superior strength and his demands, but wary, ready to lash out against him.
As soon as she had turned, he pinned her against the bookshelf with his body; she could feel his cock again, hard between her buttocks as he pushed himself against her. His hands reached around to her neck, stroking the sides of it, moving down, reaching her breasts, going under them to cup them, feel their weight in his palms. Something snapping inside her; her decision to fight him. She tried to buck against him, furious at his manipulation of her, helpless with his weight on her. His left hand let go of her breast and seized hold of her chin, seeking to control her struggle. It just seemed to excite him more.
“You’re bloody wild.”
Holding onto the back of her head with one hand, he used the other to reach for his tie, managing to undo it solo handed, pulling it out from the collar. He grabbed her hands and brought them around the back of her.
“Keep still.” He tied her wrists together quickly with his tie. She was bound.
“Now, I am going to fuck you, like the traitor you are. Do not fight me, Tara. You have no chance. And things would become unpleasant. I plan to thoroughly enjoy this. I suggest you do.”
Why was his voice so darkly seductive? Threatening, ruthless and unprincipled, yet she craved him.
“You need to learn how to be controlled. You can’t get away with this behaviour. There are serious repercussions. As you are discovering.”
He turned her around to face him, but she couldn’t look at him, thoroughly embarrassed at the things she had already let him do to her, the power he had over her. He took it as disinterest.
“Your first repayment is due right now. Look at me. This is your doing. If you had not have stolen from me. And if you didn’t resist, I wouldn’t need to tie you. Now get down on your knees. There is something I want you to do.”
The look in her eyes was sensational. Defiance and fury, still, but he saw clearly the desire her eyes held too, despite herself. He had ignited a passion in her as dark as his own.
“Get on your knees. Maybe this will make you think of what you have done to me.”
His hands went to the belt of his trousers. He flicked it open, and pulled it from the waistband.
“You deserve a whipping. But not with this. I have something else in mind. He slid down the zip of the trousers and pulled out his cock, fully erect; thick and long, it was male perfection; a glorious thing to behold.
“This.” His hand held it. “Is what I am going to use.”
“I’m going to teach you that I am in charge of you and your body now. It belongs to me.” His hand ran up and down the length of it leisurely, tantalisingly close to her face. He took a step closer, his cock level with her face.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, but only a little; so inhibited under his gaze, unused to taking orders, unsure what was going to happen to her and how far he was prepared to go.
“That’s not enough.”
Then shockingly, he slapped his cock on her lips, not aggressively, but as though it was totally acceptable. She felt a thrill go through her body, the deviance of his action electrifying her, taking her to a place where she wanted to surrender to his sensual abuse of her, the excitement his actions gave her.
“It is going to go in your mouth and so your mouth needs to open right up to take it all in. It’s going to fuck your mouth, deep.”
He slapped it against her lips again, letting it hit her cheeks, rubbing it against her face, his scent so male and raw, she found herself grasping with her mouth to take it in. She opened up to let him in, hot and so hard. She tried to imagine how it would feel deep inside of her. She wanted him inside her, on top of her.
“Take it; it’s all for you, it’s yours now.” She started to take it gradually further into her mouth; the scent of him provoking her, as his hips pushed forward to ease it into her.
His pocket started to vibrate.
“Damn it.” He pulled his cell phone out with difficulty. He had advised the office to call him only in absolute emergency and this had better be good.
“Regrettably I have to go.” He told her, as he eased out of her mouth, did his trousers up, uncomfortably pushing himself in.
“We will consider this your first repayment to me. Next time I will bring the contract with me.” He smiled down at her.
Lifting her up gently, untying her hands, he rubbed her wrists tenderly. “I have to go.” He brought her wrists up to his face, kissing them softly. He let them go, put a hand out to the side of her face, stroking it as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her so gently.
“I will see you here tomorrow at 8pm.”
He stood in the doorway. “You’re so beautiful.” He said quietly.
He rushed down the hallway. Damn, what was he doing? She was beautiful, in an understated way, that was true; but she was also wild and full of spirit and that excited him in a way he had not known. He was in turmoil. He had never acted this way before, with such aggression; yet something in their situation, something in her, caused it. She bewitched him. Her deep searching eyes, her small pale breasts, the curve of her hips. He cursed her for her compliance, her willingness to let him do that to her; goading him, setting off something in him beyond reason. He cautioned himself to stop. To use her sexually was one thing; but this was something entirely different. It was not his objective. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t need her.
Tara stayed for a while alone in the Library, in shock. He was a dangerous man; but he was also thrilling, strongly compelling. Was he being serious about the contract? After what had just happened, she believed her really could be. This was absurd. She felt like she was making her way across a troubled landscape, shards of glass littering her path, hidden traps set to spring. Metaphorical images; for it wasn’t her physical safety she worried for, but her heart. Despite her denials to herself, she knew she would come back. And if she did; he would break her.