Breath on the Wind (13 page)

“Sorry.”  Chiz took a drink of his beer.  “So you go to a trainin’ camp or somethin’ to learn how to do this, you know, if you’re not that way inclined?”  He asked with a grin.

“Sort of.”  She looked a little uncomfortable again.  “I started off in a dungeon as an apprentice, but it was a different setup.  That place expected you to train as a submissive first.  There is merit in experiencing whatever you plan on dishing out, but I’m not a fan of that training method.  I didn’t know any other way at the time, though.  That’s not how I run my business.”

That sounded like a whole lot of story.  Maybe one best saved for another time.  Chiz turned the vibrator on, and enjoyed watching her reaction until the waiter arrived with their food, and Elmo had to lean back to allow him to put the plate down.  Chiz turned the toy down slightly, but waited until the waiter left before turning it off.  He chuckled when he saw the man stumble over a chair because he was paying more attention to Elmo, twisting his head over his shoulder, than he was to his path through the restaurant.

“You should eat.”

Elmo took a big gulp of wine.  “I’m not sure that I can.”

Chiz grinned again, but left her in peace to eat her appetizer.  He soon finished his own food.  The waiter returned promptly to clear their empty plates.

“So, you whip people for a living?”

“I spend more time managing the clubs now, but yes, I do still take clients.  There’s more to it than just whipping and paddling, though.  We offer sensation play, bondage, humiliation, role play… pretty much everything there is.  There are submissives working at the club as well as other dominants.”

Chiz figured that his knowledge of the kind of kink that Elmo was talking about was limited to the extreme and the ridiculous.  “D’you pee on people?  I’ve heard about that.”

Elmo gave him a wicked smile.  “Yes. I have amazing bladder control, but it’s not my favorite thing to do.”

“Good.  That’s not my scene at all, doll.”

“I didn’t think that it would be.”  She leant forward, and rested her elbows on the table with her chin propped on her folded hands, and tilted her head.  “So, you’re not bothered by this at all?”

Chiz was confused by her question.  “What?  Why should I be?  Doll, you’re hot as all get out, and you like to play.  I don’t give a shit if some fat fuck in a suit wants to dress in a diaper and call you Mamma for an hour every Tuesday.”

She sat back again, but she was smiling.  “Actually that’s something I don’t do.”

“What?”

“Infant play.  I don’t like it.  One of the other girls handles those clients.”

So she’d piss on someone, but she wouldn’t sing them nursery rhymes. That was interesting, but he guessed everyone had limits.  It wasn’t something he’d ever be into.  Having said that, she’d opened his eyes to other things that he hadn’t thought he’d ever be into.

Instead of getting deeper into the conversation, Chiz turned the power up on the remote again, just a little.  He silently counted to five and then turned it down.  He counted to ten before turning it up a little further, then turning it down again.  Another ten count, and he turned it up a little further still, holding it a little longer before turning it down.  Watching Elmo respond to the feeling of the vibrations within her, doing her best not to moan or wriggle, had him solid and about ready to burst.

Their main course arrived at the table and, for his own sake as much as hers, Chiz decided to take pity, and kept the vibrator turned off as they ate.

As he was clearing their plates, the waiter asked, “Would you like to see the dessert menu?”

“No, we don’t need to see it.”  Chiz replied.  “Just bring us a dish of chocolate ice cream and two spoons.”

“Very well, sir.” 

Chiz didn’t respond to Elmo’s raised eyebrow.

Once the ice cream had been delivered and they had the table to themselves again, Chiz leaned forward, scooped up a spoon of the dessert and fed it to Elmo.  As he did so, he turned the vibrator on.

Elmo licked the ice cream from the spoon with the pink tip of her tongue as Chiz turned the power down, but not all the way off.  He continued to feed her, and with every spoonful he turned the vibrations up a little higher, held the count a little longer, before turning them down, but never turning the toy off completely.  He maintained eye contact with Elmo as much as possible, when she didn’t have her lids closed, taking deep breaths to try and maintain control of her body.  Her eyes were bright and shining, and she was almost panting in between mouthfuls of ice cream.

Chiz smirked before turning the power as high as it would go, then turning it down, but again not all the way off.  Elmo gripped the edge of the table, breaking eye contact as she looked down at her white knuckles, breathing deeply.  Chiz turned the dial on full power again, watching as her grip on the table tightened. 

Elmo was panting; she squirmed slightly in her seat and looked up.  “Chiz...?”  She pleaded.

“I want you to beg me... Domina.”

Despite her overwhelming arousal, Elmo’s eyes flashed.  “Chiz...”

He didn’t give her the opportunity to finish speaking.  He turned the power up full, and held it for a count of ten, before turning it down to its lowest point. 

He took a sip of beer, trying to overcome the sudden dryness in his throat, but his voice still came out a low rasp as he leaned forward, closer to her.  “I know you’re wet, doll.  Are you ready to beg me to fuck you yet?”

He didn’t give her chance to answer.  He turned the power of the vibrator up and down in a jagged rhythm.  Elmo was bolt upright, visibly fighting the urge to dance in her seat and make a scene.  Chiz turned the toy fully off, laughing as she slumped back.

“You bastard.”  She sighed, but her eyes were fiery.

“Close, sweetheart?”

“Very.”

“Beg me, Domina, and I’ll make you come.”

“No.”  She shook her head to emphasize her answer.  Chiz took it as a personal challenge.

He signaled for the check.  When the waiter returned with it, Chiz turned the vibrator on again, keeping it at a medium pace, almost laughing aloud at Elmo’s fight not to yell out.  She was fighting not to let the waiter, who was standing right next to her, see that she was about to come.  Chiz used the opportunity of Elmo’s inability to speak to pay the bill before she could.

It was the waiter’s turn to stammer over his usual spiel; it seemed as though the young man had figured their game out.  Chiz would have bet good money that Elmo’s seat was sporting a damp patch, and he wondered what the staff would make of that when they re-set the table.  Seeing that Elmo was almost there, he turned the vibrator off suddenly and completely, earning himself a murderous glare. 

Chiz stood and offered his hand to Elmo to help her stand.  She stumbled as she found her way out from between her chair and the table, so he slipped his arm around her waist to steady her.  She leaned into him as he guided her to the exit. 

Once they were outside, the cold air hit Elmo and she stumbled slightly again, still disoriented.  Chiz pulled her closer, enjoying the heat of her body as she pressed into him.

“Chiz...please...”  She could hardly speak.

That was what he wanted to hear.  He knew she was burning up, and honestly, he only just had control of himself.  Dropping to the sidewalk and shoving himself into her there and then seemed like a good idea.  He glanced around, and spotted a dark alleyway.  He guided Elmo into it, kicking a few of the piles of trash that they passed to check that they didn’t have unexpected company.

Once they were away from the glow of the street lights, in the shadows, hidden from anyone passing on the main street, he shoved her against the wall.  His lips crashed down on hers.  She returned the fierce kiss, almost fighting him.

Chiz freed himself from his jeans, this was going to be fast and furious.  He scrabbled for a condom from his pocket and quickly rolled it on.  He reached between them, pushing his hand between her thighs.  Her moisture was almost running down her inner thighs, she was so wet.  He drove two fingers inside her and Elmo writhed on his hand, grinding her clit into his palm.  Chiz caught hold of the ribbon attached to vibrator inside her and pulled it out.  Elmo moaned as the egg left her body empty.  He shoved it into his pocket to free his hand.

He stepped back, only just far enough to pull Elmo from against the wall. A she stumbled in her heels he turned her and shoved her back against the wall, face first.  She caught herself with her palms flat to the wall as he yanked her dress out of his way.  Elmo was making helpless noises, but before she could beg again he rammed into her, as deep as he could go.

Elmo gasped and arched, but Chiz was right behind her, pressing her into the wall with his body, trapping her.  In a few brutal thrusts they were both coming.  Elmo was barely containing her moans.  Chiz buried his face in her hair, and grunted into her neck as he exploded.

Chiz eased his weight up off Elmo.  He slipped out of her body, but he knew that it wouldn’t be the last time this night that he would be inside her.  He pulled the condom off, and tossed it onto a pile of garbage, before tucking himself back into his jeans.

“Think you can walk, doll?”

“Can you?”  Elmo half panted, half laughed.  She had pulled her dress back down, and had turned around, but she was still leaning against the wall.

Chiz chuckled breathlessly.  “Yeah. Just.”

“I think I need to get my breath back first.”

Chiz fished out his cigarettes, lit two, and handed one to Elmo.

Still leaning heavily against the wall for support, Elmo took the offered cigarette between shaky fingers.  She drew deeply on it, and blew the smoke out with a satisfied sigh.

“So, your place or mine?”

Chapter Eleven

It never ceased to surprise Andy that while there were always clients willing to book sessions on Christmas Day, the dungeon was rarely, if ever, in use on New Year’s Eve.  It was the only night of the year that the dungeon closed fully.  The strip club, however, was packed to the rafters, despite the knot of men and women standing yards away from the door foretelling hellfire and damnation for all who entered.

Andy had spent a lot of the day in the club, generally just helping Jackie keep an eye on things, but she’d given herself the night off to spend with Chiz.  The night before, they’d ended up in his motel room.  She’d woken up there, which hadn’t been planned, although the morning sex had been a welcome consolation.

She’d invited Chiz to welcome the New Year at her place, and now they were camped out on the rug on her living room floor, eating Chinese takeout.

Andy snagged a king shrimp with her chopsticks.  “So, are you going to tell me why you’re two states from home?”

Chiz finished chewing his mouthful of noodles.  “I got into some trouble.  I have some impulse control issues.”

“Really?”  Andy deadpanned.  “I never would’ve guessed.”

Chiz threw a spring roll at her, which she caught in one hand and started to eat.

“Smart ass.  Well, I needed a break for a while.  This is just where I happened to brake.”

“You get into trouble a lot?”

“More’n I should.  I bet you never put a foot wrong, doll, do you?”  He smiled as he teased her, and caught the wonton that she tossed at his head.

“I’ve made my share of mistakes.”

“What did you do?  Before?”  She wasn’t sure what he was asking.  “At college?”  He clarified.

“Oh.  I studied Finance.  I had a junior position in a small firm before I left to start out on my own.”

Chiz mimed choking on whatever it was he was eating.  “You’re an accountant?”

“No.  I’m a dominatrix who’s qualified as an accountant.”

Chiz put the carton that he was holding on the floor and edged over to her, wiping his hands on a paper napkin as he moved.  Andy watched him come to her, and relaxed into his touch as he cradled her face while he kissed her.

“I think it’s time we did some dominatin’, doll.”  His voice was a low rasp.  Andy thought it might be one of the best sounds she’d ever heard.

“Okay, but let’s take it to the bedroom.  I don’t want to end up rolling in Moo Shu Pork.” 

When Chiz grinned, Andy scrambled up.  Chiz stood, too, leaning heavily on one leg to do so.  Once he was upright she caught his fingers and led him to her bedroom.

~o0o~

Their sex was unlike anything they’d done yet.  It was almost gentle, powerful.  They were making love.  There was no other way to describe it.  Andy was beginning to wonder if she was getting into something that she couldn’t get out of, that she didn’t want to get out of.

Chiz was sheathed deeply inside her, moving with small, measured thrusts.  The intensity of his movement and gaze was keeping her on the edge of oblivion.  The feel of him in her, the thickness, the friction, the pressure deep inside, kept her so close, but he wasn’t letting her fall into the abyss just yet.

Chiz stopped moving and held himself over her with his arms straight.  He was still inside her, and his eyes were burning with a strange light.

“Do you trust me?  I wanna try somethin’ with you.”

“Try what?”  Andy answered his murmured question with one of her own.

Chiz transferred the weight of his body to one arm and skimmed his other hand up to her throat, sliding the fingers and thumb to either side of her neck, under her jawbone.  His hand caressed her throat, squeezing slightly, then slightly harder.  He was watching her face intently.  His expression wasn’t giving anything away.

“That’s serious edge play you’re suggesting.”

“It’s an amazin’ high.”

“It’s pretty scary.”

“You up for tryin’ it?”

“Have you done this before?  Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah, it’ll be just my hand, doll.  Have you played this before?”

“Yes.  Have you ever had it done to you?”

“Yeah.  That’s how I know it’s a rush.  Don’t worry, I won’t mark you.”

“Okay.”  Even as she said it she knew she’d lost her mind for this man.

Her breath hitched briefly as his grip tightened, but he had resumed the steady tempo of his thrusts, which was a dangerous distraction.  His thumb and forefinger found the delicate pulse points, the taut skin between the digits spanned her windpipe, as his hand began to constrict and press down.  The relentless pressure slowed the blood flow through her carotid arteries as the span of his hand gently pressed down on her windpipe, restricting her ability to breathe.

She saw in his eyes the exact crazy moment that he wanted to squeeze with all his strength.  For that instant, she was completely paralyzed with fear, unable to feel any physical sensation other than to comprehend that she had handed her very life over to a stranger.  The sudden and brutal realization hit her like a punch.  He actually desired to kill her; not because she had done anything to him, offended him in anyway, but just because he could, just because he had that power.  And she had been the one to give it to him.

Her instinct was to fight, but her head, governed by experience, overruled her body.  She needed to keep still, to keep calm, or she might escalate what was obviously a far more unstable situation than she’d thought she’d agreed to.  It was a hard-fought battle.  Her brain was screaming for blood, her lungs were crying out for air.  She watched the insanity leak away from his eyes, but then the effects of the deprivation of blood to her brain made themselves known.

This was a game of trust above anything else, and she’d glimpsed the real beast that Chiz kept caged.  But she could see, even as the black haze began to creep around the edge of her vision that Chiz was studying her, paying attention to the feel of her pulse pushing under his fingers, scrutinizing her eyes for signs of bursting blood vessels. 

His hips continued their unrelenting rhythm.  He stepped up the pace slightly, adding definitive pressure at the culmination of each thrust.  Elmo’s eyelids fluttered, and she lost sight of his face.  She felt the hysterical giggle rise up as part of her body’s natural reaction, and at that exact moment, Chiz released her throat.

As the blood and oxygen rushed back and flooded her, they crashed into her orgasm.  Ecstasy consumed her completely, not one inch of her skin was left untouched.  All the blood in her body seemed determined to escape any way it could.  Her heart pumped the viscous liquid in simultaneous thumping beats to her brain and her pussy.  The two ends of her body were synchronized in a relentless, pulsing rhythm.  The darkness was replaced by firework bursts of white light. 

She was so overwhelmed that she barely registered that Chiz had started pounding into her at a frantic pace, hard and deep.  Almost before she could comprehend the sensation, he was coming.  He threw his head back and announced his release with an accompanying bestial yell to the ceiling. 

Chiz collapsed onto her and then immediately rolled off her, slipping out of her, as he gave her room.  Sweat soaked and spent, it took a while for them to recover their breath, to regain lucidity, and to voice thoughts.

“I can’t believe I let you do that.”  Elmo gasped, eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to look at him as she remembered the fierce light in his eyes, the realization that he wanted to take her life.

Chiz languidly, tenderly, raised his fingertips to her chin to turn her gaze to his.  “You agreed to it.  You enjoyed it.”

“Yes.  But… Jesus…”  Andy stifled a sob, fighting back the tears that were threatening to overflow.  He was being so affectionate, even though he’d come so close to committing murder, to murdering her.

Chiz brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheekbone, but she couldn’t take the gentle comfort that he offered.  She rolled onto her side, curling into a ball.  She felt him leave the bed, and wondered if he was leaving for the night.  She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.  Perversely she needed him there, near her, but she couldn’t bear to be touching him right now.  She felt the hysterics building, felt her breath give way, making room for the wracking sobs that were just a heartbeat away.

She felt his hand grip her shoulder, firmly, not brooking any refusal.  She let him pull her upright as he sat next to her on the edge of the bed.  He didn’t say anything, just cradled her.  She felt him gather her hair in one hand, and nearly jumped at the unexpected touch of her hair bush on her head.  Chiz was careful to smooth the knots out without tugging the strands out of her scalp.  She relaxed slightly under his ministrations, submitting to the grooming, giving in to one of the most basic methods of comfort.

She leaned heavily against his warm and solid body.  The motion of the brush was soothing.  The regular strokes, just the feeling of someone taking care of her, eased her.  She concentrated on the path of the brush, and eventually she relaxed, felt her muscles release their tension. 

But the infinite care was her undoing.  Her body was soothed, but her mind was a vortex of whirling, conflicting emotions and black memories.  A sob broke free.

“Doll, what’s wrong?”

She tried to get up, but he wrapped one of his strong arms around her and wouldn’t let her move.  She couldn’t look at him.  “You need to go.”

He tried to turn her, so that he could see her face, but she refused to cooperate.  “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“No, you need to go.”  She knew her tone was growing frantic.  “I don’t want you here.”

“And I said, I’m not goin’ anywhere, doll.  What’s wrong?”

“I… it’s just… too much.  I can’t…”  Her thoughts were too incoherent to form any meaningful sentences.

He interrupted her.  “Ssshhh.  I got ya, doll.”  He was stroking her hair, smoothing his palm over her back, trying to calm her again.

Andy was exhausted, from the sex, from the fear, from the memories.  She was drained, emotionally, physically, mentally.  She simply didn’t have the strength to resist him anymore.  She hated the weakness, the fatigue that made it impossible for her to do anything other than submit, even against all her better judgment.  She wanted to believe that Chiz cared for her well-being, but she couldn’t erase the recollection, and the knowledge intrinsically tied to it, that for that one moment, he had wanted to tighten his hand and take her life.

She was defeated.  She knew that Chiz sensed her reluctant acceptance because he maneuvered them beneath the comforter and laid her down.  Andy felt the warmth of his body wrap around her, but she couldn’t find the will to move.  She was worn out, but still her mental turmoil kept her awake.  She felt his breath on her neck, felt it become deep and regular as he drifted into sleep.  Encased in his arms she followed him into unconsciousness.