Divertissement (8 page)

Time for another slow breath.

“Turn
around!”

He’d
spread a blanket on the stone top to protect her from the roughness.
Nice of him.
Or was it because he intended her to lie there
a long time?

He held
out his hand. “Climb up and lie on your back.”

She
managed that with little difficulty, although the sun made her squint.

“Don’t
worry, I’m going to blindfold you.” he said. “Do you give me permission?”

Did she?
Hell, why not?
“Of course.”

It was
soft, not the leather one he’d used on occasion, this was all silky against her
face.
A scarf perhaps?
One of her
own?
Whatever it was, it blocked out the sun and light, and left her
feeling isolated, solitary and lost in her own body. He lifted her head and
placed a something underneath before easing it back down.
Much
more comfortable than lying on the stone.
Yes, she was going to be lying
here a while.

“Raise
your hands over your head.”

Easy to
do, but as his fingers closed over one wrist and pulled her arm back, a wave of
helplessness, or perhaps anticipation of helplessness, caught deep inside. She couldn’t
see what he used to tie her. But tie her arms down he did, leaving her a few
inches of ease and wiggle room but she was as good as immobile. She might be
able the move her legs, but what use was that? She was caught, pinioned, and
the next best thing to helpless. She let out a sigh of sheer pleasure.

“Enjoying
this?” John asked as he brushed her face. “I am. I love having you helpless and
totally in my power. And you will be, you know?
Helpless.
You can scream and yell and shout until you make yourself hoarse but no one
will hear but me. And I,” he paused to whisper in her ear, “like to hear you
beg and scream.”

She knew
that already.

She sensed
him move away. No doubt to take care of her legs.
But no.
He was tugging and pulling on her left nipple, it was hard already and didn’t
need much encouragement to stand tight and tall as he clipped on a nipple
clamp. It wasn’t unduly tight, just enough to make her aware of the
constriction.

He reached
over her body. She felt the brush of his shirt on her skin as he twisted and
tweaked her right nipple, and clamped it.

“Don’t
take them off,” he said. Very funny! As if she could take it off with her toes.
“Spread your legs for me, Ellen.”

John’s
breath caught. His heart skipped a beat too. She was so wonderful, so
beautiful, so utterly gorgeous and submissive.
And his.
Dear God, he hoped! She was the answer to all his lonely years peopled with fun
and delightful play partners who left him empty. Ellen warmed the cockles of
his heart and the recesses of his soul. What it was to have a woman who was
submissive, totally confident and aware of her own needs. And wasn’t hesitant
in letting him know.

He smiled,
looking down at her sunlit-spread body.

“Give me
your right ankle.”

She
hesitated
a couple of seconds. No doubt it took her
lust-fuddled mind a moment or two to work out right from left. He wrapped a
leather restraint around her ankle, fastening it securely,
then
tied the loose end to a strap he’d placed around one table support three days
earlier. He gave her a little ease but tugged tight to give her the impression
she was tied fast.

“Your left ankle please.”
That he secured the same way.

Really,
the way this worked out, he couldn’t help wondering if this had been the
original use for this odd construction.

“You’re
helpless,” he said, “at my mercy. You can’t see, can’t move, all you can do now
is feel.”

As he
spoke, he reached into his backpack and took out a suede flogger. He ran the
tresses up and down the inside of each thigh then stroked down her belly and
left the handle lying between her legs, the tresses spread over her pussy.

He watched
as her breath caught and her belly rippled in anticipation. The unknown and
unexpected always excited her. What did she think was coming next?
A gentle flogging?
A harder one?
A tug on her piercing?
A sharp yank on the nipple clamps?

He reached
into the backpack—he was going to have to build some sort of weatherproof cache
here for his toys instead of lugging the lot up here all the time, but for now
fine—and took out the bottle of massage oil.

“I want
you to stay very, very still, Ellen my love.” As he spoke, he trailed oil
between her breasts and down to her navel.

She didn’t
move but did let out a long sigh that seemed to reverberate in his ears. All
right, he hadn’t said she was to keep silent. Maybe he’d add that later, but
right now he liked the sound of her appreciation. Ellen was a vocal lover—one
of the nine-thousand-plus things he loved about her.

Using two
fingers, he spread the oil up the sides of her breasts and down over her belly.
She kept still but it took an effort. How long would she last? He leaned over
and gently blew on the oil between her breasts.

“John!” It
was practically a shriek—okay, a soft shriek. “You might have warned me!” She
relaxed her shoulders and a smile widened her luscious mouth as she savored the
warmth on her skin from the oil.

“Why would
I have? The unexpected is much more fun.”

She didn’t
argue. Just asked, “Putting on anywhere else?”

“Maybe,”
he replied, and tilted the bottle, moving his wrist so oil covered her belly in
a glistening circle.

He made a
point, this time, of smoothing it down to her bare pussy lips. She might well
gasp. She knew exactly how hard it would be to keep still once he started
breathing there to warm the oil.

Perfect.
All part of his plan.

“This time
you know what to expect,” John said as he blew little circles on her belly. She
almost didn’t move. Her tummy muscles shifted just a little under his efforts.
He’d let that pass, the next bit would be much harder for her and much more fun
for him.

He waited
until she relaxed again—at least until her tummy muscles stopped twitching—and
then breathed as slowly as he knew how down her belly. At the few drops of oil
spread down between her pussy lips, he brought his mouth over them and blew.
Hard.

Her hips
jerked, her thighs moving as far as the slack in the restraints allowed and she
let out a shout. A sudden beating of wings nearby suggested she’d disturbed a
couple of voyeur seagulls.

“Ellen!”
He put on his best, severe Dominant voice. “You were told not to move.”

“And you
did that on purpose!”

“Yes.”

She
spluttered.
Then went quiet as she relaxed.
Her hips
rippled slowly.
Then jerked.
Hell, he did not want her
to come yet.

He slapped
both her thighs, the sound of flesh on flesh echoed in his ears, and his cock.
Why not?
“Not yet, my dear.
You need to earn that and
right now you must show me you apologize for disregarding my directions.”

Damn the
woman, she grinned and it was wonderful. He grabbed a condom from his trusty
backpack. Mint flavored. She liked mint.
And vaulted onto the
stone table, straddling her.
Okay, she was blindfolded, couldn’t see he
was naked and hard and inches from her but she’d soon work that out.
If she hadn’t already.
“You need to do a penance,” he told
her as he cradled her head in his hands, lifting her as he brushed her lips
with the tip of his cock.

“That’s
hardly penance,” she said.
Or tried to say.
Once she opened
her lips, he pressed inside. Not deep.
Yet.
He liked
the way she went about sucking him.
A slow, soft start that
built to rampant enthusiasm.
She didn’t disappoint. She circled him with
her lips as she softy stroked the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue.
And pulled back.

“Mint?”
she asked.

“A change
is good for you.”

“But I
like the way you taste.”

“Next
time,” he promised. “Now,” he changed his tone entirely, “do what you’re told!”

She did.

Dearest
Ellen. Her tongue stroked him, teasing with little touches as her lips moved
down his cock, slowly, millimeter by millimeter it seemed. Deliberately
dragging this out as she—and he, come to that!—savored every second. Her tongue
fluttered up and down one side of his cock then the other. She eased up to
tease the rim with her lips then, in a swift move, swallowed him to the root.

She was
incredible. He shut his eyes a minute and let sensation wash over him. Her
lips, his position over her and his awareness of his own vulnerability and her
enthusiasm were a heady mix. Need and desire and the sheer wonder of Ellen sent
his mind into overdrive. He’d planned on withdrawing but, damn, he needed her
and she loved this. She’d once confided in him that she saw it as the ultimate
female power to hold his cock between her teeth. Why not let her enjoy the
power?

One hand
cupping her head and the other steadying her shoulders, he pressed in deeper,
taking charge, directing her mouth. She responded as always, moving with him,
taking him a little deeper each time. John began to regret the blindfold,
meeting her eyes as he fucked her mouth was utter joy, but he wasn’t stopping
now.

With a
sweet and forceful rhythm, he fucked her mouth. It was her tongue teasing his
frenulum that set him off, and he came, shutting his eyes as his climax took
him. As it eased, he gently pulled out of her and rested her head back on the
folded shirt.

Smiling,
he leaned over and kissed her glorious mouth.

She was
limp and relaxed. Had she come? He’d never been that unobservant before.
“Ellen?” he asked.

She heard
John call her name as if from a distance. She was so deep into the utter bliss
of John’s cock.
“
Mmm
?”

“Did you
come?”

Had she?
“No. I just feel wonderful.”

“That makes
two of us.”

“I wish I
wasn’t blindfolded. I like to see your cock.”

“You felt
me, didn’t you?”

“Oh yes!”

“Like being tied, helpless?”

“What do
you think?” Would she really lie here if she didn’t?

“I want
you to tell me.”

“Yes,
John. To be tied down, helpless, and have you in my mouth is utter joy.”

“Good,
because now I have you naked and ready,” his voice hardened, “we have a little
discussion with a flogger that is overdue. You disregarded my order to keep
still, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Prepare yourself.
You must lie there and accept what I mete out to you. Do you?”

Deep
breath needed. She hoped it wasn’t the damn cane. But he’d said flogger, hadn’t
he? “Yes.”

“What’s
your safe word?”

“Ellen
Forsythe.”

“Want to
use it?”

Was he
kidding? “No.” She didn’t. She wanted, yearned for whatever he had planned.
Ached for the wild release that awaited her.

“Here we
go then.”

Nothing
happened for a good two minutes, or was it even longer? She felt the sun on her
skin,
a soft breeze rewarmed the oil between her
breasts—but not down in her pussy, thank goodness—as she listened to the gulls
wheeling overhead. But that was that. So, he was playing the “make her wait and
worry” game, was he?

She let
her breathing slow, relaxed her shoulders and her legs, made her arms go limp
and waited still more.

It came up
her left side, a soft caress from her thigh to her armpit and back down, but
not before he’d tried very hard to see how ticklish she was. Good thing she was
so relaxed.

It was one
of the suede floggers.
Had to be.
Nothing else gave
that gentle but insistent caress.
Or the same nasty sting.
But seemed, for now at least, John was into teasing caresses. Ellen was more
than content to lie back and feel the stroke of warm suede on naked flesh. It
was wonderful, maddening and arousing like the dickens.

Her clit
throbbed, a sweet, insistent rhythm that had her anticipating more. Her pussy
ran, no doubt making her own particular wet spot. Had this table been used for
other such rites, other pleasures? Not that she cared. Past users were welcome
to their
fun,
all that mattered right now was John and
what he was doing to her with that flogger.

It came
everywhere, up the side of her body, in slow figure eights around her breasts,
across her shoulders and down her arms, along the sides of her legs and in
sudden little flicks on her thighs. Keeping still was getting to be hard.