Discipline (5 page)

Livia was crouched on all fours on top of a large four-poster bed, and it was she who was making the noise that had disturbed Chloe’s sleep. Her head was tipped back, her eyes half closed, and she was naked except for a thick leather collar round her neck. Attached to the collar was a thin leash.

Carlos was kneeling behind Livia, his right hand gripping the top of her right thigh and his left hand gripping the leash. He too was naked, his hips and belly pressed tightly against Livia’s body. Every time he moved his hips back and forth, Livia groaned, and Chloe quickly realised that it was with pleasure.

Then, just as Livia’s breath began to quicken and the tendons on her neck grew rigid, Carlos flicked the long leash beneath her, so that it struck the soft skin of her belly. Again she cried out, but to the watching Chloe, standing rooted to the spot, it seemed as though this time there was pain as well as pleasure in the sound.

‘Please, please don’t keep spoiling it,’ cried Livia, as Carlos started to move in and out of her again.

‘Sshh!’ he whispered tenderly, and, to her shame, Chloe felt her nipples growing hard. ‘Be good,’ he murmured. ‘Not much longer to wait now.’

He quickened his pace, and again Livia threw back her head. Carlos began moving his right hand under her,
stroking her between her thighs. Her breathing grew even more ragged, and she started to shake. ‘Yes! Yes!’ she cried, and Chloe swallowed hard.

At that moment, Carlos looked directly over Livia’s head, and his penetrating blue eyes met Chloe’s. As he casually flicked the leash against the frantic Livia’s breasts, causing her to cry out in protest once more, Chloe forced herself to move. Grabbing the door-handle, she slammed the door shut on the shocking scene and fled back to her bedroom.

CHAPTER

6

I
t was eight o’clock before Chloe ventured downstairs. She felt strange, excited but at the same time frightened by what she’d witnessed. She wasn’t entirely ignorant about sex, and had even experienced some teenage fumblings in the backs of cars before she’d decided on her vocation. However, what she’d seen happening between Carlos and Livia was way beyond anything she’d imagined, and had left her deeply disturbed.

After she’d got back to her room, she hadn’t been able to settle. Instead she’d moved restlessly around, and when she’d showered, her hands had lingered on her breasts and stroked her nipples until they hardened into small pink peaks.

Now all she wanted was to get back to the security of her room in Tooting, and the safe, if dull, routine of her daily life. Carlos Rocca had the ability to arouse dark, bizarre longings in her, leaving her afraid of herself.

‘There you are!’ exclaimed Carlos, hurrying down the stairs. Putting an arm gently round her waist, he led her through into a small dining room. ‘You need some toast and coffee before we go and collect your things. I’m sure you must have a headache this morning!’

‘A bit,’ she admitted, which was the understatement of the year.

‘I’m sorry, I forgot that you’d be unused to alcohol. The nuns weren’t secret drinkers, I take it?’

‘Of course not,’ laughed Chloe. She was relieved that he hadn’t mentioned what she’d seen earlier. When he’d looked directly at her, she’d been horrified, wondering how she could face him when they next met. It seemed that she needn’t have worried. Clearly the entire incident was to be ignored.

‘What do you mean, collect my things?’ she asked as she sipped the coffee brought by the housekeeper.

He glanced at her in surprise. ‘Well, as you’re moving in here, I assume you’ll want to fetch your clothes and any belongings you have in that dingy little room.’

Chloe stared at him. ‘I haven’t said that I’m moving in here, have I?’

‘No, but I assumed …’

‘I couldn’t possibly impose myself on you and Livia. In any case, I can’t afford to live here. Rooms like the one I slept in last night cost—’

He looked genuinely shocked. ‘I wouldn’t charge you for the room! As I said, I feel partly responsible for the situation you’re in now. In addition, it’s another way I can help your charity, by giving their best worker somewhere close at hand to live.’

‘I had no idea you were such a charitable person,’ said Chloe drily.

He nodded thoughtfully. ‘You’re cynical, and who can blame you? Believe me, I want to do this for you.’

‘Why?’ asked Chloe.

‘I think you already know the answer to that,’ he said softly. Then he reached out and stroked the side of her face lightly with the back of his left hand. ‘Come and live with
us,’ he urged her. ‘You’re missing the discipline of your old life. Let me show you a different kind of discipline, where the reward is greater pleasure than you can begin to imagine.’

A vision of Livia, naked except for the leather collar, flashed through Chloe’s mind. She looked deep into Carlos Rocca’s eyes, and saw desire there. Desire and something else, something frightening yet at the same time thrilling. The room was heavy with erotic tension, she could hardly breathe, and when she tried to look away from him, she couldn’t.

‘I’m afraid,’ she whispered.

He nodded. ‘Of course you are, but you must trust me. Learn to live, Chloe. You’ve been shut away from the world for too long. My ways will suit you. There’s nothing to fear except yourself.’

As he slowly traced the outline of her mouth with one finger, she closed her eyes and gave a tiny sigh of submission. From the moment they first met, this had always been her destiny, and now she felt brave enough to face it.

‘Will you come and stay with me?’ he repeated.

‘Yes,’ murmured Chloe. ‘I want to learn your discipline.’

When she opened her eyes, he smiled at her and his normally impassive face looked younger and kinder for a moment. ‘Good girl,’ he said gently, and then he stood up and left the room.

‘You got what you wanted then,’ said Livia, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice as she stood looking out of the French windows at the back of the house.

‘Naturally.’

‘I can’t imagine why you want her so badly. I’d have expected you to prefer someone more sophisticated. Once you’ve taken her virginity, what use will she be to you?’

‘Her virginity is of little interest to me. I see it merely as an obstacle to the real delights that lie ahead.’

Livia’s lip curled. ‘She wanted to be a nun, Carlos, and now she’s a charity worker! Your way of life isn’t likely to interest her. She’ll be terrified.’

‘I don’t think so. Our little ex-nun has more to her than you imagine.’

She tapped her fingers restlessly against the glass. ‘I’m bored. I hate England. I hate the climate, I hate the food and I loathe the people. They’re all dull. When are we going back to Rio?’

‘Not for a long time. How is Felipe coming along?’

Livia’s head turned sharply towards her lover. ‘What do you mean?’

Carlos sighed. ‘You should know by now that it’s impossible to keep secrets from me. While I’ve been out, you’ve been amusing yourself by training Felipe. Is he a good pupil?’

The blood drained from Livia’s face. ‘It’s only a game, something to cheer me up when you’re busy. He doesn’t mean anything to me.’

‘If I thought he did, then I would have dismissed him by now. Why not show me what he’s learnt?’

She looked disconcerted. ‘You have to leave soon. I don’t think …’

He laughed softly. ‘I want to see the two of you together. Fetch him upstairs. I shall be waiting for you both in the playroom. That is where you train him, I believe?’

The blonde nodded and then, as Carlos left the room, she licked at her suddenly dry lips before ringing the bell to summon Felipe.

He answered promptly, and stood just inside the doorway smiling politely at her. He was the only member of staff that Carlos had brought with them from Rio, a
muscular young man of medium height with straight jet-black hair and eyes as dark as coal.

Livia enjoyed teaching him to please her – it made a change from the relationship between her and Carlos – but she’d never envisaged having Carlos watch them together. Whenever he’d watched her with other men in the past, it had been men he’d chosen, friends or business colleagues. Also, they’d all been in control, just as Carlos always was. It was different with Felipe.

‘I want you upstairs, in the playroom,’ she said abruptly.

Felipe glanced nervously over his shoulder. ‘But Senhor Rocca is still at home.’

She knew that somehow she had to convince him that Carlos wouldn’t know. If he thought for one moment that his employer would be watching, he would never agree. He was besotted with Livia, but afraid of Carlos. ‘He’s just leaving,’ she lied. ‘Hurry, we won’t have very long.’

Still Felipe hesitated, and Livia knew that she had to be firm with him. ‘If I say I want you in the playroom now, then that’s the end of it,’ she said sharply. ‘Come on, I’ll lead the way if you’re nervous.’ She then walked out of the room and up the stairs, and to her relief she heard Felipe following behind her.

Pushing open the door to the room that Carlos called the playroom, she stood to one side to allow Felipe to pass. Then, the moment he’d stepped inside, she slammed the door shut behind him, turning the key in the lock before throwing it to Carlos, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.

Felipe gave a moan of horror. ‘You said that Senhor Rocca was going out!’

Carlos studied the young Brazilian lad with interest. ‘So, you were willing to sleep with my woman if I was out?’

‘It’s what she likes. She … she teaches me many things, some of them bad,’ stammered Felipe.

‘And do you enjoy these bad things?’

Felipe shook his head. ‘No, not at all. I have a girlfriend back home. I am betraying her all the time.’

Carlos smiled. ‘I shall be interested to see exactly how much you don’t enjoy yourself,’ he commented. ‘As for betrayal, I don’t for one moment believe you’ve thought about anyone but yourself during your time with Livia. It doesn’t matter. I’m not angry, simply interested. Livia, please continue. Pretend I’m not here,’ he added helpfully as Felipe made a sound of protest.

‘Take off your clothes, Felipe,’ said Livia. ‘I want to see you naked.’ After a nervous glance at his employer, Felipe obeyed, his fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons.

‘Very nice,’ murmured Livia appreciatively as he stood in front of her, his dark, muscular body rigid with tension. ‘I’m pleased to see that the presence of Carlos has helped you control yourself for once. Now, I’m going to strip for you, but you’re not allowed to get an erection yet. I don’t really know why I’m telling you all this; you know the rules by now I’m sure.’

Slowly, sensuously, she began to remove her clothes. First she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then she unbuttoned her blouse and peeled that off, before bending forward and unfastening her lacy bra, so that her heavy breasts fell free.

Finally she unfastened her stockings, removed them and then stepped out of her high-cut lace briefs. When all her clothing was lying in a heap on the floor, she moved closer to Felipe, until she was standing just in front of him. She didn’t touch him, and didn’t allow their bodies to touch, but instead ran her hands over her breasts and hips, sighing gently at each caress.

When she looked down, Felipe’s penis was hardening, slowly rising upwards, and immediately she slapped it
hard. He flinched, but her action only increased his excitement and still his thick cock continued to swell.

‘I told you not to get an erection!’ she snapped. ‘Why are you so difficult to train? Now I’m going to have to punish you.’

Out of the corner of her eye, Livia saw Carlos move over to the window, presumably in case she needed to use the bed. Felipe saw him move as well, and she didn’t know whether the look in his eyes was fear of her punishment or of Carlos watching his humiliation.

Taking some cord from a drawer, Livia fastened Felipe’s hands behind his back, and then pushed him over to the padded stool in front of the dressing table. ‘Bend over that,’ she said, pushing on the nape of his neck. As soon as he’d obeyed her, she removed the leather belt from his discarded trousers and drew it through the fingers of her left hand. ‘This will do nicely,’ she remarked, and Felipe gave a muffled groan.

‘Keep looking down at the floor,’ she added, and then waited for what must have seemed to Felipe like endless seconds before striking him firmly across his buttocks with her first blow.

Felipe yelped with pain, and again Livia waited several seconds before striking him once more, just below where the first blow had fallen. As she continued to use the belt on him, Felipe’s skin reddened but he was wriggling against the stool in a frenzy of ecstasy.

‘Keep still!’ she said angrily. ‘If you come, I promise you you’ll regret it.’ At her words the Brazilian boy froze, and across the room Carlos nodded in appreciation. After a few more blows with the belt, Livia pulled Felipe upright by his tethered hands and then pushed him on to his back on the bed.

His erection was huge now, the tip purple and engorged.