Past Present (3 page)

It wasn’t Eleanor’s style to be twee about gifts, she loved receiving them. Her delight was obvious. She opened the box to reveal a stunning charm bracelet nestled on a bed of satin; it consisted of intricate, linked loops in white gold. Eleanor lifted it out, attached to one of the bracelet’s rings was a small charm.

“Thank you, Matthew. It’s exquisite. Help me to put it on will you?” She offered her wrist.

“I like these,” he said, fastening the clasp, indicating the loops of the bracelet yet to be adorned. “They have so much potential.” He sealed his words with a kiss, planted on the inside of her perfumed wrist.

Closer inspection revealed that the charm was a tiny, heart-shaped padlock.

“It’s fabulous, thank you, you’re too generous,” she said, kissing him warmly on the mouth.

The meal passed in a haze of lively, flirtatious conversation. Obviously an experienced player, he told her that he had been divorced for fifteen years, and she didn’t let on that she had already heard the gossip about the way his wife had left him.

Matthew didn’t seem bothered about the failure of his marriage and told her that it hadn’t been entirely unexpected. They had married young, had no kids and eventually grown apart. His career took him all over the world, he was away more often than not, his wife had grown bored, found someone else, and she had remarried quite some time ago.

Leaving out the salacious details, Eleanor explained that she didn’t like being tied down, had grown accustomed to spending time with a number of men. As a nurse at the military hospital, she met loads of different people, dates were never difficult to arrange, she lived life to the full, but she hadn’t been lying when she told him that the experience they had shared after the dance was a first.

Listening to her speak, Matthew quietly calculated how far he could take her sexually, wondering how far she would be prepared to go.

Leaving the dining table, moving over to the squashy sofa, Eleanor carried the coffee, mints, and brandy to the low table in front of their seats. She sloshed a generous amount of liquor into the coffee finishing off with a glug of cream.

“To imaginative games.” He raised his cup to her in a toast.

She echoed the sentiment as they sipped. The intoxicating heat of the coffee tasted fantastic through the cool of the cream, and she felt the fire of the brandy racing through her veins.

“Do you mean it?” he said. “Imaginative games can be challenging and fun, but they can also bring the unexpected. Are you prepared to trust me, Eleanor?”

Alert to the changed atmosphere now charged with expectation, Eleanor was silent for a moment as she formulated her reply; knowing that she needed to answer carefully.

“The truth is that I’m not terribly sure,” she said. “I know it seems silly, but I’ve been curious about whether the two men who appeared in the grounds of the base on the first night were there by chance, or if you actually set me up? As I said earlier, I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“You’re stunning, Eleanor. You’re classy, and you have guts and style. I like that in a woman,” he replied, avoiding the question.

She remained silent.

“Would you like me to show you some of the things that I like women to do? Would you like to try a little game with me now?”

Taking a massive gulp of her spiked coffee, Eleanor nodded; her eyes sparkled from the effects of the alcohol, her cheeks flushed with anticipatory colour.

Putting his drink down, Matthew took hers from her, placed them both out of the way on the table, and pulled her across his lap all in one fluid movement. Without further warning, he lifted her dress up to her waist. She had already started to writhe, excited but bewildered. She wasn’t used to this sort of treatment.

Suddenly, he brought the flat of his hand down with incredible force smacking her arse soundly three times in quick succession and striking her arse cheeks in exactly the same place, the noise was astonishing. By the time the last contact was made between palm and arse, the stinging was intense, and she yelped with pain.

Nevertheless, to her amazement, she felt her cunt moistening with lust, her juices flooding her panties.

“Stop, Matthew. Please, stop. It hurts.”

“I know that you love it, I can feel your wet cunt,” he replied, pulling down her panties, inserting a finger into her from behind.

Writhing as he fingered her with one hand, holding her down across his knees with the other, her body pressed firmly into his lap so that she could feel his hard cock against her through the scratchy material of his jeans. Eleanor’s arse bucked when he began smacking again, the blows were severe, he grunted with exertion each time his hand made contact with her soft skin.

“Still hurting, or do you like it now?” he paused for a moment, “how does it feel to have the palm of my hand stinging your cute little arse?”

“It truly hurts, Matthew.” Eleanor was breathless, wriggling on his lap, which only served to heighten his excitement.

“You need further training,” he said, bringing his hand down mercilessly.

“Say, ‘thank you’,” he ordered. “Every time I hit your arse, I want you to say ‘thank you’. If you don’t, I’ll smack you much, much harder.”

Eleanor felt a shiver of fear, mixed with the warmth of elation, she could do this she thought, but she was all over the place and reeling with pain.

“Thank you,” she murmured as his hand found its target again with a loud smack.

She had lost count of the number of times that he’d struck her, “thank you,” she said again and again, increasingly louder. He seemed tireless, beating her burning arse.

“Ow!” Eleanor bucked up beneath his hand and he stopped to remove her panties, which had tangled at her knees hindering his progress.

“You don’t sound enthusiastic enough, say, ‘thank you, that’s wonderful, Matthew’, say it like you mean it, and count. Count the smacks,” he growled, bringing his hand down again three times in quick succession.

Flooded with adrenaline and warmed with the intensity of the thrashing, Eleanor could feel her cunt getting wetter, the warmth from her glowing arse cheeks started to travel through her veins. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the first tentative tingling of an orgasm building within her.

Eleanor shouted out, “One, ahh, two, ahh, three, ahh. Thank you, oh, Matthew, thank you, thank you, please, please don’t stop.”

Without ceremony, he stopped, tumbling her off his lap onto the carpet.

“Stay down there on your knees,” he said, opening his fly and releasing his cock. “Suck it, and don’t stop until I tell you, or I’ll have to spank you again.”

Leaning forward, Eleanor took his hard cock into her mouth. Grabbing a fistful of her hair in one hand, he masturbated into her mouth with the other. She could taste the salty cream of his cum oozing from him, struggling to take him fully into her throat as he pushed her head down, she kept her teeth covered with her lips and completely enclosed his cock, accommodating him in the moist warmth, moving up and down mirroring the action of his hand on his shaft.

Using what little power she had, she gripped him firmly between her lips, she wanted to make sure that she didn’t snag him with her teeth, even though he deserves it, she thought as she felt the cheeks of her arse smarting. At least she managed to get a hand to her cunt so that she could rub her clit, which was aching with the need for relief while he continued masturbating, rubbing his cock harder and harder into her mouth.

“Get ready, I’m going to come,” he told her, pushing her head down onto his cock, shooting several spurts deep into her throat.

He held her head firmly onto him until she swallowed every last drop, before allowing her to flop down beside the settee, she had not been able to come herself, having been on the verge of orgasm when he shot his load.

“Wait there, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Motionless on the floor, reeling from the intensity of the last few minutes, she had lost track of time since he pulled her across his knees. Her cunt was still tingling, and she needed to come, but felt apprehensive when he disappeared into the hall. Goodness knows what he’s up to now she thought, and a small shiver goose-bumped her skin.

“Clear the table sweetheart,” he said, reappearing with his holdall. “I’ve got some things to show you. Take everything out into the kitchen except the candles. We can put them on the coffee table, the light is lovely, and they smell delightful too, though not as good as you.”

Welcoming the chance to readjust her clothes, Eleanor tidied the remains of their meal away. She took the opportunity to pour herself a massive brandy and downed it in one before she went back to join Matthew.

“Would you like to try this?” he asked, holding up a short bamboo cane with a hook handle while continuing to take other equipment out of his bag. There were blindfolds, a paddle, handcuffs, gags, a dog collar, massage oils and lube. Astounded but silent, Eleanor watched as he pushed the coffee tray to one side and laid out the paraphernalia on the low table.

“I’ve got quite a treat for you,” he said. Taking her hand, he led her over to the dining table, moved the chairs out of the way and pointed to her dress.

“Take it off. Let me show you how much pleasure these few items can bring.”

“Matthew, I’m not sure about this...”

Ignoring her, he continued, “Leave the rest on,” he indicated her underwear and shoes. “Lie down on the table, get right onto it, face down.”

Hesitating, Eleanor looked at him and opened her mouth to protest.

Pressing a finger to her lips, he hissed, “If you don’t do as you’re told how will we find out what you like? Don’t you want to please me? I meant what I said over dinner.”

Doing a swift calculation, she considered their conversation when he’d outlined some of his plans for the future, and quickly decided that she may as well continue. After all, they’d come this far. Suppressing a shiver Eleanor silently complied; the table cold against her skin.

Taking four long pieces of rope from the bag, Matthew tied each of them to the legs of the table, fastening her limbs spread-eagled. Face down. Standing back, he admired his handiwork. He’d used soft rope, which wasn’t too thin; he didn’t want it to cut into her if she struggled.

“I just need to get a few photos, you don’t mind do you?”

“I’d actually rather that you didn’t take pictures, Matthew. I’m not at all sure about this…”

“I see,” he said, gagging her with a ball gag. “It’s rather too late for protest I’m afraid, you’ll simply have to do as I say.”

Using a stills camera and video Matthew took a number of shots making small adjustments until he was happy with the result. He pushed the lens right up between her legs to record her lush cunt and her cute, hard little clit. He photographed her glowing arse cheeks, taking a wide shot of her body spread out invitingly on the table, and dipping a finger into the slit of her cunt, put it into his mouth and licked.

“Mmm, tastes divine.”

Finally, he took a picture of her mouth. Lips wide open encasing the black ball of the gag. Shouldn’t be too uncomfortable he thought. It’s only golf ball size. Anyway, she certainly looks fucking sexy. His cock stiffened again. Feeling proud of his recovery time, he put the cameras safely out of the way. He’d review his photographic work later. There were more pressing needs to satisfy now.

Looking at her lying splendid, immobilised on her dining room table, Matthew was pleased that he hadn’t tied the bonds too tightly. He didn’t particularly want to hurt her. Nevertheless, he had made certain that the ropes would tighten if she struggled, being an expert with knots was ideal for his fetishes. Standing in front of her, slowly rubbing his rock hard cock, he considered his options. First, he got the spanking paddle, it was black and smooth on one side with myriad raised metal studs on the other. Starting with the smooth side he brought the paddle down onto her arse with a resounding smack, she bucked up, and he was pleased that he had left a bit of play in the restraints.

“Do you like it, Eleanor? Have you developed a taste for it yet?”

Quickly nodding her head to indicate, yes, she hoped that he’d take off the gag. The ball felt uncomfortable in her mouth, and it didn’t taste pleasant either.

“I need to be sure,” he said, and brought the paddle down again, the smooth side striking her arse repeatedly as he counted aloud to ten.

“More?” he asked. “Nod, please. ‘Yes’ is the correct answer.”

Nodding, she squeezed her eyes closed. Thank goodness, she’d had that last slug of brandy, she felt slightly woozy, but the intoxicating liquor softened the pain. Matthew turned the paddle over delivering five sharp smacks in quick succession with the studded side. Silent tears slid down Eleanor’s face. Tasting their salt as they trickled into her gagged mouth, she felt the tension of excitement beginning to mount again, causing a knot of lust in the pit of her stomach.

“You love it don’t you? You’re a proper slut, what a revelation. When I first saw you sitting at that bar, you looked as if butter wouldn’t melt, but now look at you. Perfect,” he exclaimed, counting out another five severe blows before putting the paddle down and removing the gag.

“Don’t talk, just listen. I’ve taken the gag off because I want you to suck my cock again. After you have done that to my satisfaction, I’ll untie you, is that understood? Now you’ve got a proper taste for me, I can see that you’re excited in spite of yourself, I think that you’re going to enjoy this evening, and we’ve got all night.”

After she indicated her compliance, he removed the gag. Deciding to blindfold her, he loosened off the bonds on her wrists so that she could lift herself up from the table, making it easier to take his cock as he pushed it into her mouth. Moving in and out, his hands on his hips, he watched his cock disappearing into her mouth rhythmically. Occasionally looking along the length of her body, he relished the sight of the red wheals making an appearance on the creamy skin of her arse.

She looked cracking, her eyes covered with the wide, black, silk cloth of the blindfold, he continued sliding his cock in and out of her warm, accommodating throat. Her tongue darted and slurped the helmet of his cock in sublime circuits. His balls had started to ache; her perfume and the scent from the candles she had lit earlier permeated the atmosphere, filling his nostrils, tingling. The sensation was thrilling. He’d have to stop, or he’d come, and there was still so much he wanted to show her. He wasn’t ready to finish yet. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved away.