Altar Ego (3 page)

I followed him across the room and through a solid door beside the bar. As we headed through, the young man who brought our water gave me look of...I don’t really know what it was. It looked like envy, or jealousy.

“From this moment on, I will not touch you without you giving me express permission.” Dominic said. “I will however, expect you to trust me and follow my instructions implicitly.” He turned towards me. “Is that understood Elise?”

I nodded. I felt like a school girl following the teacher to the headmaster’s office. I was nervous and hadn’t any clue what I was about to experience. But I did know one thing. I wasn’t giving it a second thought. I DID trust him. More than I trusted myself.

We entered a room with dark walls and a huge glass screen in front of us. It created a partition across the whole room and beyond it was darkness. I looked around to get some clue as to why we were in here, but I saw nothing.

Nothing except him.

He looked incredible. There was a little light and it was cast across his face.  It gave his cheekbones extra definition and sharpened his features somehow. As he moved towards me I caught a look of lust in his ice blue eyes and he moved around me slowly.

“Are you warm enough?” He asked me.

I nodded. I appeared to have lost the ability to speak yet again.

“Good.” He said. “Look.” He turned towards the glass and I followed his line of sight.

A single spotlight came on in the next room, and there, bathed in light was a woman. She was on her knees, her bottom resting on the back of her heels and her hands in her lap. Her hair was long and draped over her shoulders covering her breasts a little. Her breathing was heavy and as her whole body moved with every breath she took her hair shifted slightly to show the round of her breast and one of her nipples.

I took a breath in, and tried to hide my reaction to seeing her sitting there naked and expectant.

A man entered the room. I couldn’t hear him as he spoke to her but she instantly stood and went to him. He tipped her chin upwards with his finger and kissed her gently on the mouth.

“I’m not sure I should be...” I started to say.

“Ssssssh.” Dominic’s voice was calm and unfaltering. “Put your hands flat on the glass Elise.” He instructed me.

Without a moment’s hesitation I placed the flat of my hands against the glass. I adjusted my footing slightly so that I wasn’t leaning into it quite so much, and I strained to look over my shoulder to see him.

“Stay still and keep your eyes forward.” He told me.

I looked towards the couple again.

The man had moved a chair into the centre of the room, and the girl was now leaning over it, her chest pressing into the seat pad and her bottom totally exposed. I could see the glisten of her juices as he caressed her cheeks, She was so wet, so open, so ready for him.

I felt a slight twitch between my own legs and I shifted my weight a little.

The man leaned over her. He spoke to her and then gripped her hair tightly, lifting her head and turning it so that was facing me.

I looked into her eyes. She was staring straight at me. She gave a little smile as the man behind her rubbed her back, trailing his hand towards her bottom and then bringing it down and cupping her cheeks. He deftly moved his hand and plunged two; it may have been three fingers inside of her. Her back arched and her head lifted a little. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy and I found myself wanting to be in her position.

“Does it turn you on to see her there like that?”

I couldn’t see him but his voice was soothing.

“Yes.” I spoke slowly, my voice catching in my throat. “Yes, it does.”

“Good. I knew it would. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” He said from behind me.

I focused again on the scene in front of us. How could he stand in that room, watching them and not be even a little turned on. I had to know.

“How can you sound so composed?” I asked quietly.

“I promised I wouldn’t touch you Elise. That takes control.  If I let what’s happening in that room affect me in any way, I may not be able to keep my promise.” 

He moved closer to me. His breathing making the hairs on my neck stand up.

I focused all of my attention on the couple in front of me. The man had taken a small leather whip in his hand and was trailing the fronds across her bottom and back. She writhed under his touch and it was evident that she was turned on by his actions. He pressed one hand down on the small of her back and raised the hand with the whip. He brought it down hard and fast on her arse and I flinched when it struck her. He rubbed her cheek, which was now bright red and forced his fingers inside of her again. She was pushing back on to his hand, when he moved back and struck her again.

He continued like this for several minutes, striking her, then soothing her skin and stimulating her until she was overcome by her climax and collapsed onto the chair, exhausted. He did not allow her to rest, instead he lifted her up off the chair, and unfastened his trousers. His erection sprang free and he guided her onto her knees in front of him.

My breathing was heavy and I could feel an ache in between my legs. Keeping my hands firmly on the glass I turned my head slightly and said “I think I have seen enough.”

“I don’t think you have.” His voice was right at my ear and the scent of him under my nose. He was invading all of my senses here in this darkened room and I wanted him to give me more. “I think you would like to be in her place.” He growled into my ear.

I held my breath for a few seconds.

“I want you to take one hand away from the glass Elise. I want you to slip that hand up your skirt and find the edge of your underwear.”  His voice was still the epitome of calm and for some strange unknown reason I found myself in a position where I simply had to follow his instructions. I had to, I wanted to obey him.

I moved my hand from the glass and did as he had told me, moving up underneath my skirt and to my knickers.

The man in front of me had changed positions yet again and was now thrusting himself into the girl from behind. Her face was contorted with passion and he was slamming into her with all his might, gripping on to her hair to hold her steady.

“Can you feel yourself Elise?” His chest leaned into my back slightly and I could feel his heart racing. His voice may be calm, but his heart rate told a different story.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Good. Then explore yourself. Push your fingers inside of yourself and tell me how it feels.”

“Oh...” I gasped as I followed his instructions. “It feels warm....and wet...and incredible.” I told him as I pushed my fingers into myself more and more, twisting and turning them, and feeling the clench of my own muscles gripping on to my hand.

I sagged backwards slightly and my hand slipped down the glass.

“Keep your hand on the glass Elise.” He barked at me.

I pushed my hand back on to the glass, straightening myself up a little and leaning forward.

“Now...” He said softly. “I want you to touch your clit. Just find it and rest your hand on it. Don’t move it. Just press down.”

I slipped my fingers out of myself and glided gently upwards towards my clit. It was hard and swollen and I took a deep breath in and pressed the heel of my hand down onto it. I gasped loudly as I felt myself tremble from the inside.

I felt his breath on my neck and his hand lift up beside me. He splayed his fingers between mine and pushed my hand flat against the glass. He kept his hand there and his mouth at my neck, not quite touching my skin but enough to send me over the edge.

I panted as my orgasm took over me. It ripped through my core and I trembled against him. He held my hand perfectly flat and I fought to move it.

“Keep still.” He growled. “Just go with it.”

The calmness had gone from his voice, and he sounded every bit as aroused as I was.

My chest heaved with each tiny little tremor that passed through me and I kept the pressure on my clit until it was too much to bear anymore. I let my hand slip a little and felt how wet I was. I was a little embarrassed. I had never been that wanton in my life, and yet here I was, with a total stranger in a darkened room, masturbating in front of him.

He removed his hand from mine and spoke softly from behind me.

“Do you think you can stand?”

His voice once more was perfectly calm.

“Yes...I think so.” I said.

I removed my hand from my skirt and held it limply at my side. I didn’t know what else to do with it. It was soaked with my own juices.

He switched a light on and although it was dim, I had to take a second to let my eyes adjust.

He lifted my hand from my side.

“May I?” He asked.

I nodded.

He lifted my hand to his face and slowly licked my juices from it. He took my two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning against my skin as he did so.

“You taste so perfect Elise.” He kissed my hand before letting it go. He leaned into me and I could smell myself on his lips. “Just like I knew you would.”

He kissed my mouth gently before stepping back from me and leaning against the wall.

Feeling brave I said...

“I thought you weren’t going to touch me?”

He smiled.

He actually smiled.

“I couldn’t resist.”

He looked deep into my eyes.

“You are lucky I only touched your hand.” He said. “What I really wanted to do was plunge my own hand into your delectable pussy.”

He was watching me, waiting for my response.

“So why didn’t you?” I asked him with a confidence that I didn’t know I had.

He moved towards me and leaned in to me.

“I made you a promise that you wouldn’t be unfaithful to your husband.” He moved closer still, so that our lips were almost touching. “There will come a day when you decide that he doesn’t really matter, and that Elise...Is the day when I show you what pleasure really is.”

I gulped, and licked my lips. My throat was suddenly dry and I was astounded by the effect he had upon me.

He stepped back and opened the door.

“Shall we?” He asked gesturing for me to step out ahead of him. “You look like you need a drink.”

He opened the door for me and I headed back into the room where we were previously. He gestured for me to sit down and beckoned the young waiter over. Within a minute or so the young man approached and placed a champagne bucket and two crystal flutes on the table in front of us.

Dominic sat down opposite me.

I was a little uncomfortable. We had just shared possibly the most intimate encounter at least I had ever experienced, and yet here we were sitting at a table giving no clue whatsoever as to what we had just been getting up to. Well apart from the slightly flushed look I imagined I had. My cheeks felt as though they were on fire, but that was nothing compared to the heat raging between my legs.

I watched him as he popped the cork on the champagne bottle and poured the bubbly nectar perfectly into the flutes. He handed me one of them and as I took it from him our fingers brushed. I jolted my hand away from him. It was like an electric shock, and as the champagne splashed over the top of the flute he gave me a wry smile.

“Calm down Elise.” He spoke softly but with firmness in his voice.

I sipped at the champagne slowly and wondered with amazement how I had come to be here, in this place and in this situation. It was barely lunchtime and I was drinking alcohol with a man who had just licked my bodily secretions from my own hand.

What the fuck was I playing at?

I glanced up at him.

He was watching me intently.

“What happens now?” I asked him.

He picked up his champagne flute and drank from it slowly. He paused with the rim of the flute next to his mouth and licked his lips deliberately. I felt a shiver deep inside myself as I awaited his reply.

“What do YOU think should happen now Elise?”

He was teasing me, and I knew it. But I was hardly in a position to tell him what I really wanted. That I wanted him to bend me over the table and fuck me harder than I had ever been fucked before, that I wanted him to do more than just lick my fingers...so instead I said...

“I would like you to take me home.”

I was kicking myself inside as I heard the words escape from my lips. I looked down at the table and swirled the bubbly liquid around in the flute before lifting it to my lips once more. As I did so, I looked at him and willed him to respond.

“As you wish.” He said. He turned and raised his hand in the air, before dipping his other hand into his jacket pocket and pulling out the blindfold from earlier.

“That’s not necessary.” I told him.

“Oh, but it is Elise.” He replied.

He stood and moved towards me holding his hand out for mine as he did so. I placed my hand in his and marvelled at how delicate it looked against his palm. I did not have small hands by any stretch of the imagination, but next to him I felt petite. I stood slowly. He moved behind me and placed the soft fabric over my eyes. He started to knot it gently at the back of my head. I remained as still as a statue, I could feel the soft breeze of his breathing against the skin of my neck and I tipped my head slightly to accentuate it. He brushed his lips against my skin and then tugged sharply on the blindfold, jolting my head backwards.

I made a gasping noise and instantly his mouth was at my ear.

“I love to hear you make that noise.” He growled at me. “I am going to discover every tiny little thing that prompts that sexy little gasp from you, and I’m going to revel in your pleasure.”

He let go of the blindfold and moved around me.

My senses were so alert, so aware of him it was incredible. It was as though my body was perfectly in tune with him.

He took my hand and moved away, and obviously I followed.

Our footsteps echoed around us in the corridor and I heard the heavy door open once more. You would think it would have been tempting to try to lift the blindfold a little to see where I was, but in all honesty, I trusted him implicitly and I didn’t feel the need to question why I needed to be kept in the dark so to speak.

More footsteps fell into place alongside us and a car door was opened. I was guided into the seat and the door closed.

It seemed an age before anyone else got into the car, but sure enough, the passenger door on the opposite side opened, as did the driver door, and I was enveloped in that heady masculine aroma as Dominic slid himself into the seat next to me. I would know that scent anywhere from this day forward. You could take my sight, hearing and even my sense of touch away from me and I would still know when he was beside me just from that smell.

He didn’t say a word, he just laid his hand on mine and we moved away from the mystery club in silence. I counted silently in my head as we drove. Anything to stop my mind replaying everything I had just experienced. As much as I wanted to see exactly where Dominic could take me, I knew that I could never see him again.

I counted all the way up to 1276 when I felt Dominic’s hand at the back of my head. He tugged gently on the blindfold and it slipped down my face into my lap. I looked round at him to see him watching me intently. He didn’t move his hand, nor did he move to pick up the blindfold.

I glanced past him out of the window and saw the recognisable streets as we pulled into town once again. The car slowed and then stopped at the kerb outside the coffee shop where we had chanced upon each other that morning.

I looked into his eyes for some kind of sign, an answer to where I would go from here. I didn’t want to climb out of that car, walk away from this fantasy and go back to a husband who had no physical interest in me whatsoever. I chewed on my lip in anticipation as I waited for him to speak.

There was still silence.

The driver got out of the car and walked around to my door. As he opened it, Dominic gripped my hand tightly in his.

“Elise.” He looked into my eyes as if he too, were searching for something. “You have my number.” He told me. “If you need me, you call that number. Any time. Day or night. Do you understand?” He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles gently.  Then he placed the blindfold into my hand and closed it around it. “Other than that, I will see you here 9am next Saturday.”

He let go of my hand and turned away from me, staring straight ahead.

I was utterly astounded.

The cheek of the man.

“What makes you think for one minute that I will be there?” I asked him.

“Saturday Elise.” He said, without faltering.

The driver was stood with the door held open, and I slid round on the seat so that my feet were on the pavement. I got out of the car and turned, leaning in.

“You are an arrogant bastard. Do you know that?”

I was angry, and hurt, and I felt used. I felt as if he had abused my trust, let me in just a little bit and then slammed the door in my face. Of course, he hadn’t actually let me in at all. He was still as aloof as he was that morning in the park. Still as mysterious. I really knew nothing about him at all.

He smiled.

“Yes.” He replied. “I do know that Elise.” He had a sparkle in his eyes. “Saturday. Don’t be late.”

In sheer frustration I flounced away from the car leaving the driver stood there. I threw open the door to the coffee shop and stomped to the counter.

As I placed my order I turned to the door, I was fully expecting for him to be still sat there watching me, but to my disappointment, the car had already gone.

I took my coffee and sat in the window once again.

I fingered the soft silky fabric of the blindfold, turning it over again and again in my hands.  Lifted it to my face and inhaled.

It smelt of him.

I breathed in his scent before shoving it in my bag, and lifting the coffee cup to my lips. I grimaced as the strong coffee intermingled with the taste of champagne in my mouth, and put the cup down on the table. I pushed my chair back, stood up and headed out of the shop.

I turned left and walked until I found myself standing outside the window of a lingerie boutique. I stood outside and stared in for quite some time. I was pondering whether it was worth going in or not. Would Adam appreciate it if I made a little more effort? The mannequins were stick thin with perky boobs and tiny waists, whereas I was on the curvy side and gravity wasn’t as kind to me now that I was over 40.

The woman inside caught my eye through the window and her smile was so kind I found myself reaching for the door. Once inside I strolled around the rails touching all of the soft satin and lace. I stopped in front of a soft tiffany blue set with grey lace. It was stunning. The suspender belt was deep and would hide a multitude of sins.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”  The shop assistant was beside me. “Do you know what size you are?” She asked me. I shook my head. “Come on, let’s get you fitted.”

She opened a mirrored door at the back of the shop and I followed her in. She measured me expertly and brought in the gorgeous blue set in my size.

She left me alone to try it on, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I don’t suppose I look bad for my age. I’m not too saggy, and my bottom has kept its shape. I shrugged my shoulders and was just about to take it all off again when there was a gentle knock at the door.

“How are you getting on?” She called through the door.

I opened it a touch, and said “I’m not really sure. I...”

She ducked in through the gap and joined me in the dressing room.

“Do you want my opinion?” She didn’t actually wait to find out whether I did or not. “It’s lovely on you. The colour sets off your eyes, and it fits perfectly.” She smiled.

“I’m just....” I started.

“He will LOVE it.” She interrupted. “And....I have just the thing to go with it.”

She disappeared off and I quickly took it off and dressed before she came back. I exited the dressing room and took the lingerie to the desk.

“Oh, I was just bringing you these to have a look at.” She held up stockings, a blindfold in the same gorgeous satin and lace, and some soft wrist restraints.

I felt myself blush a little, at the thought of the blindfold already in my bag. I pondered over whether I should waste my money...and my time buying them. Though they were absolutely beautiful, and taking a moment to remember looking at my own reflection in the changing room reflection I realised that I appeared to have gained more confidence since putting them on.

‘Fuck it.’ I thought. ‘Life is too short.’

“I’ll take them.” I told her.

She smiled at me again and started to wrap everything in tissue paper and put it all in a fancy box.

I paid her and left the shop with a spring in my step. Tonight I was going to show Adam just what he had been missing.