Twenty Tones of Red (25 page)

Moving together as sexy dominatrix and naked slave they worked their way slowly through the vast mansion. He gave brief and polite explanations at each stage and she soon had a complete map of his place in her mind. In addition to her earlier findings she discovered that there were three large bedrooms and a photographer’s studio on the top floor and a small gym and home cinema in the basement. When they’d finished the exploration she collected her bag of newly-purchased fetish gear and ordered him to take her back to his own bedroom. It was so immaculately neat and well-kept that she’d only been able to identify it as his when he’d named it during the tour.

W
hen they returned she noticed that it had more furniture than the other bedrooms and a few more small items such as phone chargers and bathrobes. Most obvious of all was that after taking a few deep breathes she could smell him. There were traces of deodorant and the faint aroma of an after shave he occasionally wore.

Moving around the
house with his naked body so close to hers had only served to turn her on even more. She needed to start touching him and to do that she put one of her pre-planned fantasy scenes into action.

She made him k
neel then tied off the lead from his crotch to the leg of his bed. Delving into her bag of tricks she pulled out a leather belt and another coil of rope. She attached the strap around his neck to make a collar then pulled him low to the ground and tied it off on the bed frame. He was left bent double on his knees with his forehead almost touching the carpet. His arms were still stuck behind his back and he was quite helpless. There was no way he could straighten up and if he wriggled backwards he would pull on the rope around his cock and balls. He was utterly at her mercy and she pulled up a chair and sat back to enjoy studying his powerlessness.

When she’d taken several deep breaths and drunk in the site of her handso
me captive she slipped off the chair and knelt beside him. Reaching out she stroked the curve of his back then purposefully and deliberately squeezed his bare buttocks. He shivered at her touch and she smiled. She could completely relate to what he was going through. She knew exactly how it felt to be bound tight and helpless and to have one’s taught skin gently stroked.

Next
she decided to hunt for an implement to beat him with. She’d bought a little whip from the Ann Summers shop but it felt too light and flimsy. She thought it might be crueller to use something of his own against him and after rooting in his chest of drawers she found a thick leather belt and moved back to slide it tauntingly across his cheeks. This was a dominant’s warning. She was telling him that she had a powerful implement and that she was about to use it.

Her heart was beating fast in he
r chest and she had to stop herself from rushing ahead with her plan. She knew that timing was everything. Fetish scenes were like anything of quality, the longer they were allowed to mature and develop, the more they could be savoured.

When she thought she’d waited long enough
she lifted her arm and brought the strap down hard on his bare ass. There was a satisfying slap and he flinched and let out a tiny hiss of air. She carried on; bringing down another five blows in rapid succession then stopping to run a fingernail along the welts that were rising on his tender skin.

He had taken the pain w
ell but from what she knew of his youth he was pretty tough and no stranger to physical discomfort. She knew she had to give him another round of lashings but decided to torment him a little first. Shuffling a little closer she reached under his stomach then slid her hand down onto his cock. He was rock hard. She squeezed and heard him moan. The skin on his shaft was incredibly soft and hot from the blood pumping inside him and in a deliberately provocative motion she moved her clenched fist up and down and enjoyed the feeling as he tried to thrust forward.

That w
as enough. It was time for his second dose of pain. Without any warning she brought the belt down another six times in quick succession. She heard the hiss of air escaping his clenched teeth and knew that the strap was bringing a real hot stinging. There were stripes crossing stripes on his tender flesh and she decided that he’d had enough. She should probably have tortured him a little more but the memory of his rock hard prick seemed to be fixed to the skin of her palms and she just had to touch him again.

Working quickly she untied the ropes that held him to the bed then pulled him up and instructed him to kneel on the end of the mattress. She used one of his ties to blindfold him then left him kneeling
in darkness. As quick as she could she slipped out of her shoes, dress and underwear and stood looking at him in nothing but her stockings. There was something very liberating about being able to undress and move around without being seen, but at the same time she missed catching the lust in a man’s eyes when they saw her naked body.

She was moving quicker and quicker all the time,
vaguely aware that she was acting out of pure raw desire. She’d done at least a couple of hours of good quality dominating and was determined to give herself a reward.

After c
limbing onto the bed she positioned herself on all fours and backed towards him until she could grab hold of the rope around his balls. She pulled and he shuffled forward on his knees. She knew that he’d be able to tell that she was but not what position she was in. She wanted him to know that her hot eager slit was just inches away and kept a gentle pressure on the rope until the tip of his twitching cock nudged her bum cheeks. With a smile on her face she looked back and wriggled her arse provocatively. He thrust himself forward and his cock traced a path between her cheeks and for a moment brushed the tender bud of her bum. It was delicious. She wanted to take him right there and then but forced herself to slow down.

After teasing him
with her bum for several minutes she turned round and took him fully in her hands. He let out a long slow exhalation that was pure music to her ears. She stroked him for a while with the lightest of touches and watched his excitement leaking in glistening liquid from the tip of his prick. She was unable to resist first breathing on him then gently licking him with tiny delicate tongue strokes. His moaning and thrusting got louder and more desperate and in the end she completely abandoned her attempts to dominate and tease. The fire that was burning between her legs insisted that she feel him inside her as soon as possible and she had to act.

Slipping off the bed and delving into her bag she grabbed a condom and rip
ped open the packet. Once she’d rolled the thin sheath down his cock she turned round and backed herself towards him once again. He missed and she had no patience for teasing. Reaching back she grabbed him and guided him inside her. What bliss! It was so gorgeously and deeply satisfying that once she’d taken the full length of him she stayed as still as she could. His own movement was limited. With his arms still severely bound he was balancing on his knees and had to concentrate on staying upright. She used this to her advantage, slowly pulling away and forcing him to shuffle forward and thrust with his hips to ram himself inside her again. It was absolutely divine but she wanted even more control and quickly changed their position.

Turning she g
rabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto his back. Now she could really go to work and quickly straddled him and slipped his solid wet length back inside her. She bucked and jerked like a rodeo rider while he moaned and gasped beneath her. Some tiny part of her knew that she should torture and tease him some more but the rest of her refused. She wanted to cum and she wanted to feel him cumming inside her.

Now
totally unrestrained she reached down and started to rub her clit as she slid up and down. It was truly ecstasy. She heard her own pants and cries in her ears then felt her muscles beginning to tighten towards an orgasm. He sensed it too because as she spasmed with pleasure he let out a loud groan and jerked to a climax. With waves of love and joy rising through her she collapsed on top of him and lay panting on his hot broad chest.

Knowing that he would soon be getting sore and keen to feel him close to her she started to work at the knots that held his ropes. She quickly un
tied his lead then slid off and rolled him onto his side to release his wrists. As soon as he was free he put a huge muscular arm round her and pulled her close. His other arm found the edge of the duvet and he swung it over them and they lay back pressed tight to each other in the warmth of his huge bed. He still had his blindfold on but they left it. Sight was, for the moment, unnecessary. They were one happy glowing entity in the domain of sweat, heat and flesh. They’d done it. They’d fucked and it had been more intense and exciting than she could ever have imagined.

The weekend continued in the same vein. She asked him if he thought she’d done enough domination and he said that the choice was entirely up to her. She opted to gracefully retire and this meant that they were able to spend the next few days chatting and making love quite normally. She was glad that they could speak feely because she couldn’t resist quizzing him about the enormous mansion and was thankful that he recognised that he was more than a tiny bit lucky to be living in such an amazing place.

It turned out that th
e house was only half his. He’d bought it with his sister with the inheritance they’d received when their parents died and the money from selling their own flats. James was going to live there with Charlie and possibly a few friends when she’d fallen in love and been whisked away to Australia. Charlie it turned out was a lesbian and was now living extremely happily in Sydney with an older woman called Emma. This had left James all alone in the huge mansion but he said he absolutely loved its scale and grandeur and he always kept it immaculately clean and tidy because that seemed to help him feel calm and kept him away from the temptations of his previous rock and roll lifestyle.

On the Satur
day he took her for another tour. This time they were both fully dressed and he took the time to explain the design features on each floor and explain where he’d made changes or sourced any particularly impressive pieces of furniture. After a very late breakfast they went out for a walk and he showed her the local area. There was no denying it was much more pleasant and hospitable than either Camden or Queen’s Park. The majority of the cheaper parts of London were made up of seemingly endless rows of tatty newsagents, minicab offices and grotty launderettes but here things were different. The café over the wall from his house was in a charming beautiful setting with polished wooden floors, mahogany counters and original artwork on the walls. The same row also boasted a classy-looking antique dealers and a hairdressers. On the other side of the road there was an broad green space where children were rolling up and down on scooters and teams of athletic young men were playing cricket and touch rugby.

Just
a stone’s throw away was Turnham Green Terrace. Although this was the area’s main thoroughfare it felt like a stretch of country village. There was an underground station but this was nothing like the ones she knew. Right next to it there was a florists and on the other side a large and well-kept garden centre. This meant that instead of enduring the usual piles of litter and fast food debris walking past the entrance meant enjoying the scent of fragrant plants and flowers.

The rest of the street seemed to be dedicated to pleasure. As well
as a sprinkling of bars and boutiques there were endless delicatessens, fishmongers and grocers and even a shop selling nothing but coffee and hand-made artisan chocolates. It felt like heaven and they treated themselves to every sensory experience that came to mind. He bought her to a delicious meal in one of the authentic-feeling French brasseries and she gorged herself on the onion soup and steak and frites while they talked intimately about everything and anything that came into their heads. They discovered that they were absolutely ravenous but put this down to the fact that they had spent the majority of the previous twelve hours making love.

After pudding he took her across the road and bought her a fabulous espresso and a plate of truffles in the chocolate shop. The sun was bright outside, the
March sky a pure deep blue and she felt as if every taste and flavour and texture in the world had been magnified for her own personal pleasure.

After browsing in a few shops they started to hug and kiss each other again and both decided that they needed to get back to his house as quickly
as possible and get back under the covers. They did and discovered that their passion for each other remained undimmed.

It was a dream weekend. They did nothing more than indulge themselves
and roll around in his enormous bed and when Monday morning came they ate an early breakfast together and she set off for Camden with a spring in her step and a song in her heart. It was love.

They were now officially going out with each other. It was public
, it was honest and it was quite normal. They started going to parties and slowly began to meet and get to know each other’s friends. During this time they also continued to make love in a highly passionate and totally normal way. They were having what was known on the scene as ‘vanilla’ sex and because they were totally into each other this was wonderful. For a while. Spring had turned to early summer when she started to feel cravings for more. At first she was annoyed with herself. Why when everything was perfect did she feel she needed to turn the intensity up? For a while she felt like some kind of spoiled child, or even worse a sexual freak. But then she reminded herself of something.