Secrets After Dark (26 page)

Now he’s fucking, on and on, thrusting into me harder and harder. He must be holding something to give some resistance, so that he can power forward so much. The clamps around my nipples are suddenly removed and the sensation of relief from their bite is wonderful. It sends a strong gush of renewed pleasure to my belly, where Dominic’s penis has entire possession of me. Every now and then he hits my clitoris with his groin and my buttocks tense and squeeze upwards to help him touch my most sensitive place, where every pressure is rippling delicious charges outwards through my limbs, but I can tell that he’s not paying particular attention to my bud. He’s just fucking on, harder and harder, until I feel drenched with juices and an orgasm growing within me, one that’s sending messages of bliss from my scalp to my toes. Then, abruptly, his cock is pulled, and he’s gone.

I’m left in the vermilion darkness behind my lids, panting and empty. Where...? Why...? I can barely think straight. I feel myself being moved, pulled down the seat until I’m almost on the edge, my legs still splayed. A rope somewhere is loosened, then my chest harness is pulled so that I am sitting up, a little dizzy from the disorientating effects of the vigorous fucking and its sudden cessation. Then he’s there again, at my mouth, but this time wet and pungent from my juices. I open obediently and he pushes in, slowly so that I can taste every inch of it. It’s a sweet, tangy flavour, rich and alive, and I lick and suck it off, knowing how exciting he will find the movement of my tongue. My nipples are buzzing and alive from their clamping and they must be partly responsible for the way my sex is still throbbing and swelling, still twitching for Dominic’s cock, even though he’s no longer there. No... he’s deep in my mouth, his hands suddenly on the back of my head, holding me still so that I have to accept the movement of his shaft. I concentrate on relaxing my mouth and throat so that I won’t be betrayed by my gag reflex, but even so my jaw aches almost at once from accepting his huge girth, no doubt swelled by the hard fucking he’s been doing. He pushes in and out, but I sense that he’s not going to give me more than I can handle, and I relax into savouring him and giving him all the pleasure I can, tickling his tip with my tongue when he retreats, circling the velvety head and lapping his length as he returns. His thrusts become fiercer but he’s keeping away from the back of my throat. He goes on and on, sometimes letting me shift my head a little so that I can move my jaw and sometimes making me hold there despite the discomfort. And the strange thing is that the excitement of knowing he is getting such enjoyment from my mouth is equal to the desire to close my mouth and relieve my muscles. It feels like an age before he gathers speed, pressing down more firmly on my head, thrusting hard and fast and swelling to an even great size.

‘I’m coming,’ he cries throatily. ‘Take it all in, suck it down...’

There is a burst of salty, tangy wetness in my mouth. It comes in several long eruptions and his whole cock jerks in my mouth as he groans with the force of his orgasm. I let it fill my mouth, surprised by the sudden hotness, gulp hard and swallow. The come leaves a burning trail down my throat.

He’s panting hard as he finally pulls out. I’m breathless too, still blind but feeling as though I can see his face, blissed out with the satisfaction of his climax. I’m so happy to have given him that shuddering release.

‘You’ve done very well,’ he says and everything in me thrills to the caressing tone in his voice. ‘I’m very pleased with you. You’ve given me a delicious experience and now I want you to have a reward.’

He leans forward, his body radiating heat. I’m desperate for the touch of his skin on mine and my sex is eager for its own satisfaction now. His nearness is so tantalising but he doesn’t allow me more than little brushing of skin on skin. He is untying my arms and they fall free, aching from their long imprisonment. But I can sense that he doesn’t intend to release me, and sure enough he lies me down on the leather seat and ties me again, this time tethering my wrists lightly together beneath the seat.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathes admiringly, as he retreats a little. I can sense that he is standing, staring at me, and my sex throbs with the knowledge he can see me wet with need. ‘Your breasts are delectable in that harness, my darling. I can’t resist them.’ I feel his mouth drop onto my left breast and he begins to suck and bite the nipple, still tender from its clamp, while he squeezes and tweaks the other between his fingers. He leaves the nipples to kiss and cup my breasts, saying, ‘These beauties look even more amazing with their rope ties. I can see the pink tracks they’re leaving on your skin and that excites me...’

I’m moaning lightly, wondering if it’s possible to come just through having my breasts caressed like this. The growing sensations within tell me that it is.

‘And now, for being so obedient...’

He gets up and leaves me alone for a while, and I hear sounds: the cabinet door opening, objects moved, and then he returns. Now I feel a probing at my entrance again, but it’s not the hot head of his erection, rather the smooth warmth of silicone, oiled with lubricant. The tip of the toy is small and slides in easily but its girth increases very quickly and soon it is engulfed within me, filling me up completely.

‘Now you may have your reward,’ Dominic says, a smile in his voice.

I feel it deep within me curving upwards inside, but also on the outside it reaches from my entrance up to my clitoris, where a long, soft latex finger ends right on the top of it. I’m so eager for my climax that I start to writhe, moving my hips, thrusting lightly to make the thing inside me shift a little, rubbing against my clitoris.

‘Stop!’ His voice is firm, commanding. ‘No movement. Nothing. Wait.’

I freeze and lie there, trying to control my breathing and the frenzy that threatens to erupt inside me if I don’t get what my body is crying out for, and soon.

I don’t know where Dominic is, or what he is doing, but after what feels like an age, I hear a low humming noise and the thing within me begins to vibrate. It’s a sweet feeling as the plump body inside and the finger outside thrum away, stimulating the depths of my vagina and my sensitive place at the same time. Then, without any apparent interference, the vibrator picks up speed, humming away more quickly, pulsing faster, driving me a little wilder with its relentless movement.
Oh, the way it’s pressing on my clit and throbbing inside me... it’s gorgeous, it’s unbearable.
The knowledge that Dominic is watching it all, controlling the sensations that the device is giving me, is even more exciting. I’m panting now, lost in darkness, my eyes screwed shut even under my mask, as my body responds to the ceaseless stimulation. The device changes up a gear, humming faster now, and I feel my back arching, my head going back, my shoulders moving. It’s stirring up a whirlpool of sensation, calling it up from my secret depths. My thighs spread even wider apart as I give myself up to the voluptuous pleasure of this new friend. Then I gasp, my limbs kicking out involuntarily. The motion of the thing has changed. It no longer simply vibrates within me. Now the little engine is working a wickeder, more delightful trick as it whirs inside me, and then a wave of motion pulses along the finger on my clitoris and presses down.
Oh, that’s amazing, oh... I can’t take it.
I’m moaning as the machine continues in its delicious rhythm, rolling over my clit and giving it that divine pressure. Now it feels as though my pleasure zone is expanding, hot and liquid, and I can sense the orgasm growing exquisitely inside me.
Oh my God, it won’t be long now... I can’t resist it...

The gear changes again and now the silicone fingers takes on a different motion, harder, more insistent, more rhythmic, and inside me its body throbs and purrs in time.
Ah, ah, ah...
With each delicious push, I’m losing control. The thing won’t stop, Dominic won’t let it stop, he’ll only make it work harder and harder, revving up its engine until it’s driving me insane with pleasure, watching with lascivious enjoyment as it draws a climax of deep power from my depths.

I know it’s here now.
Pulse, pulse, push, push,
it kneads my sex into a frenzy and then it comes, rolling up, a deep shuddering orgasm that stiffens my limbs and convulses me with delectable sensations. They ripple through me in huge waves and I cry out with the wonder of it, before they leave me, panting and spent. The little engine is still working away in me as my orgasm subsides. Then the motor slows and it stops. It is no longer my pulsing, vibrating friend, but a smooth column of silicone shiny with my juices. I feel it sliding out of me and then it’s gone.

As I recover from the incredible power of my orgasm, I realise that I’m being untied and lifted up. Now my chest harness is unknotted and the ropes fall easily from my body. Then, Dominic’s hands are at the back of my head, and the mask comes away. I blink. It takes a while to readjust but I can see again. We’re in the boudoir bedroom, and the lamp is glowing softly. I gaze into Dominic’s face. He’s looking at me with such tenderness.

‘You’ve done wonderfully well,’ he murmurs, and takes my hand. He guides to where his erection stands, rearing out from his body, huge and swollen. ‘Look what you’ve done to me.’

‘It was... amazing,’ I say weakly, but unable to prevent a thrill spinning inside me at the sight of his desire.

‘You loved it, didn’t you?’

I nod.

He leads me to the bed, and lies me down on my back, spreading my thighs so that he can look into my honeyed centre, red from the ministrations of the relentless vibrator. ‘Oh, you’re so beautiful. Delicious. I want to make love to you.’

My heart swells to hear it. In the past, Dominic has not allowed me or him to be loving here in the boudoir. It was the thing that wounded me, the deprivation of his love. I adore the way he drives me to peaks of ecstasy in so many ways, but my greatest moments are when he shows me the love he has for me.

He’s between my thighs now, kissing my skin, sucking my fingertips, nuzzling my breasts. Now, as his tongue enters my mouth, his penis takes me as well, going in so gently but all the more exquisitely for that. My hot, fevered parts accept him like a soothing balm. I’d anticipated pain, considering what a fucking I’ve already had from him and from the vibrator, but it is the most beautiful sensation, as though the best fucking only comes after those fierce bouts. I sigh and wrap my arms around him. It’s a delight to touch him, all the more as I’ve barely been able to feel him since we began. His skin is warm and smooth, unutterably delicious. I smell the sweet warmth of his underarms, the place at the base of his neck, his hair and moan again with delight. My hands run down to his firm, muscular bottom and squeeze, relishing his hardness, my thighs spread wide to accept him and I love the way his broad chest presses down against my breasts. We kiss long and deep as he moves inside me. My clitoris is well used now, and the vibrations it gives out now are less electric and more profound, as though it’s become one with my vagina, and is slowly working to give me not the sizzling thrill of the first orgasm but the deep contractions of the final and best.

My heart opens to him as we make love, without toys or ropes or anything else this time, but in a position as old as the world, following the ancient rhythm as he moves his hips to thrust inside me and I rise to meet him. I don’t know how long we run our course, only that everything outside the two of us has utterly vanished, we are hot, sweating, lost in our growing passion as our bodies finally take us up and out on that glorious roller-coaster ride, and we come together, both crying out as the long-awaited climax grips us with incredible intensity.

‘I love you, Beth,’ he says as we lie close together afterwards, his arm across my chest.

‘I love you too,’ I reply.

This, I’m certain, is happiness.

Chapter Fifteen

The following day we sleep late and make gentle, luxurious love before showering and going out for breakfast. Dominic takes me to a diner-style café, where we eat scrambled eggs on thick slices of wholemeal toast and pancakes with maple syrup, accompanied by lots of strong milky coffee. We relax over the Sunday papers and then take a long walk around the park, enjoying the last remnants of warmth in the autumn sunshine, chatting and laughing as we go. Eventually we stop at a van to buy cups of tea and sit on a bench, huddled together against the wind that’s sprung up and watching the light already beginning to fade away.

‘I can’t believe the day is almost over,’ I say, pressing my cheek against his olive cord jacket. ‘It feels like we just woke up.’

‘I know. That’s one of the things I found strangest when I came to live in Britain. How you could live with the darkness coming down so early in the winter.’

Dominic was brought up mostly in South-East Asia where his father was a diplomat, so I can imagine the seasonal patterns of northern Europe were quite a shock. I sip at my hot tea, and watch families putting on coats and getting ready to head home before it gets too dark.

‘Work tomorrow,’ Dominic says, ‘is going to be phenomenal. I may not be able to see you too much this week. This deal is coming to a close. But afterwards, all going well –’ he gazes down at me, and I admire the chocolaty richness of his eyes ‘– I’m going to be on the road to freedom and success in my own right.’ He laughs. ‘I can’t wait to see Andrei’s face. First we’ll toast the deal, and then, with my cash in the bag, I’m going to tell him that I’m stepping out on my own.’ He looks so pleased and excited that I don’t want to tell him that my first instinct is to worry.
Don’t rub Andrei’s nose in it, that’s not the way to deal with him!
But I say nothing for now. I’ll try and advise him when the time is right. I’ll tell him that acting humble to Andrei, telling him he’s the greatest and will never be matched, is the way to go.