Past Present (4 page)

“I want to tie you the other way up, but I’d prefer it if you were laid out on your bed,” he said. “I am going to untie you and put a collar around your neck, attached to it will be a lead. I intend to take you to your bedroom, you will do as you are told, or I will have to apply severe punishment.”

“All right,” whispered Eleanor. Her mouth ached from being held open, first by the ball gag and then by his cock, but her cunt had started to clench again with anticipatory spasms.

The smell of sex was evident in the air between them, adding to the mixture of emotion stimulating her in a way that she’d never felt before. Standing blindfold in her underwear and shoes, filled with excitement, Eleanor allowed Matthew to fix a wide, leather collar, studded with tiny metal stars around her neck and attach a short leather lead.

“Wait there for a moment,” he ordered while he gathered his stuff into the bag.

Picking up the lead, he tugged firmly forcing her to follow him up the stairs.

“Which room?”

“Straight ahead.”

He pushed open the door and led her inside.

“Kneel down on the bed,” he ordered.

Eleanor obeyed while Matthew undressed. Fastening the loop end of the lead to the bedpost, he got a harness out of his bag, pushing her forward a little; he put it around her hips. It was velvet soft against her skin and even though she was anchored to the bed, Eleanor relaxed. Kneeling behind her, holding each of the harness handles in his hands, Matthew took up the slack, holding her firmly in front of him.

“Lean forward. You’re wearing the collar and lead, so I’m going to fuck you hard, doggie. You’re going to love it so much, you’ll be screaming for more.”

Leaning forward, she allowed Matthew to resettle her weight in the harness and enter her from behind. Bracing herself against the bed she managed to get one of her hands to her clit as he fucked her doggie with powerful, deep thrusts made possible by the harness. He certainly knows what he’s doing she thought as she felt him pounding into her. She massaged her clit with circular movements that mirrored his pace as her orgasm approached.

She wasn’t sure about the restrictive collar, but she certainly liked the depth of penetration of cock in her cunt. The blindfold heightened her other senses, and when she climaxed, she felt his pace increase before he shot his load into her, pushing her face down into the mattress.

Spent, Matthew dropped the handles of the harness, undid the collar from Eleanor’s neck, and gently removed the blindfold.

“Is that your thing?” she asked. “Is that how you always like your sex?”

She snuggled into his arms.

“Most of the time,” he said, “I enjoy being in charge, unfortunately, many of the women I meet don’t like it, so it’s difficult to find someone to play with. I have plenty of other games if you’re willing to try a few with me. I feel sure that you and I can go a long way together.”

Eleanor considered the last few explosive orgasms she had experienced while this man fucked her. It was true that he was probably far too old for her, but he was generous, and he’d awoken something within her previously undiscovered, she was exhausted but elated and decided that his potential far outweighed the disadvantages of his age and sexual preferences. She still suspected that he had set her up on the first night they met, but the sex had been fantastic. Yes, overall, not bad at all she thought, making her decision and nodding in answer to his question, she burrowed down in his arms to sleep.

Much later, Eleanor heard the phone ringing, heard the click as the answerphone picked up the call, heard her own voice announcing her absence, and heard the click again as the caller hung up without leaving a message. Moments later, she heard her mobile ringing followed by the ping of a text.

Julie snapped her phone shut, dropping it back into her bag. Dammit. She had been trying to contact Eleanor since the dance. It was unusual for her not to answer her mobile. Still, even though there was no point in leaving another message on the landline, she’d sent a text, Eleanor was sure to pick that up. Julie decided that she was probably overreacting in any case, after all, it was unlikely that all the gossip she’d heard about Squadron Leader Fletcher was true. Idle chitchat was rife on the base and invariably exaggerated. He would have to be crazy to indulge in that sort of behaviour so close to home and with base personnel. None the less, if Eleanor didn’t contact her by tomorrow, she would call around to the house and leave a note. Meanwhile, she may as well go and relax for the evening. There was nothing more she could do tonight.

oOo

When she awoke the next day Eleanor kept still, slowly becoming aware that her arse was bruised and painful, her wrists and ankles smarted like hell, her jaw ached, and her cunt was tingling with warmth. Realising he had left, she gingerly opened her eyes, cautiously sitting up, she looked around the room; spotting an envelope on the dressing table, she got out of bed to retrieve it. Tearing it open revealed a wallet, which held a pair of airline tickets. She popped open the flap and discovered they were for Venice, departing the following Friday, stuck on top of one of them was a post-it note that read:

I’ll collect you at midday, don’t be late, I’ve booked us into a beautiful hotel on the Lido de Venezia, pack appropriate clothing for a long weekend, in and out of bed.

Smiling, she put the tickets safely into her handbag, removed her new bracelet, and went downstairs to clear up. This is going to be quite a journey, she thought as she surveyed the detritus of the previous evening.

When she checked her mobile, Eleanor saw that Julie had left a message.

I’ve been trying to ring you for days, where are you? Please call me when you get this, love Julie x
.

It’s been a hectic few days, sorry I haven’t been in touch, I can meet you this evening if you like - after my shift x.
Eleanor pressed send.

Ok. See you at nine at Hunter’s Bar
.

oOo

“Darling, at last. What have you been up to for the last few days? I’ve been beside myself,” said Julie, giving Eleanor a warm hug.

“Oh, I’ve had a busy few days at work, and I had a couple of dates with Matthew, we went to the park, he came to dinner. You know…the usual sort of stuff.”

“Hmmm, I see, well, you just be careful around Squadron Leader Fletcher. I’ve heard that he plays the field and can be a bit of a handful, I’d feel dreadful if he hurt you, Eleanor. After all, if I hadn’t insisted that you come to the dance the other night, you’d probably never have met him.”

“How strange,” said Eleanor, “he’s been a perfect gentleman with me.”

No matter how much she wanted to talk about Matthew, she had decided that she wasn’t going to share her recent experiences with anyone. Some things are best kept private she thought, with a pang of guilt about deceiving her friend.

Unaware of Eleanor’s discomfort, Julie blithely continued. “Loaded you know, absolutely loaded. His parents were massively wealthy, and when they died, they left everything to Matthew. Bob says that he has invested it wisely, filthy rich apparently, so as I said at the dance, lucky old you. If you can handle him.”

“He’s lovely, a real sweetie. He’s taking me to Venice this weekend, and I’m looking forward to it. Honestly, he’s an absolute pussycat. I’m sure that any gossip you’ve heard has been from disgruntled old flames or something like that.”

“Hmm, methinks that you protest a little too much,” said Julie. “Aren’t you worried about the age difference, Eleanor? He is sixty if he’s a day, that’s such a big gap, darling.”

“For goodness sake, Julie, we’re having a few dates, enjoying ourselves, there’s nothing more to it than that. You know that I like keeping my options open, please don’t go on about it, it’s boring. Anyway, let’s change the subject. I’m sure that you’ve got loads to tell me, how’s Bob getting on at work since his promotion?”

“Very well, darling, we’ll change the subject, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You know where I am if it all ends in tears. You tend to be such a poor judge, darling, you know I only have your best interests at heart,” sighed Julie, pouring them each a glass of red wine and settling down for the rest of the evening.

Eleanor couldn’t help thinking about Julie’s words, the fact that her friend was so worried meant that she set store by the gossip, and Eleanor knew from her own experience with Matthew that some of it was likely to be true. On the other hand, why worry? There was no harm done so far, and she liked him. Anyway, she could look after herself. Snapping back to the present, she sipped her wine and tried to concentrate on Julie’s chatter.

oOo

Matthew didn’t get in touch again until the morning of their departure, which was a blessing because Eleanor had to work extra shifts in order to call in a few favours and get cover for the weekend. She had also busied herself shopping for new underwear and a few items of clothing, which she had packed neatly into her weekend bag, no doubt he’d planned everything else; she shivered with anticipation.

Arriving promptly to collect her in a taxi, Matthew complimented her warmly as he helped her into the car. Eleanor had chosen wide legged gunmetal grey trousers with a matching jacket, a soft red jumper and boots, she had tied her hair back into a sweet ponytail, which bobbed about as she moved, wearing the barest touch of makeup, her signature scent filled his senses as she settled into the seat. Taking her hand in his, Matthew felt proud, noticing the appreciative eyes of the driver in the mirror, constantly glancing back at Eleanor as he drove to the airport.

oOo

As their flight descended to the Venetian runway of Marco Polo Airport, Eleanor marvelled at all the tiny islets, nestled in the Lagoon settlement and the numerous vessels bustling the waterways. They arrived while it was still light, and the hotel had sent a private launch, which was waiting to transfer them from the airport for their stay. Eleanor had been to Venice before and had thought it magnificent, her memory hadn’t played tricks on her, she was breathless with awe as the vessel gathered speed and whizzed them past the iconic vistas to the hotel.

Eleanor surveyed the surroundings of the superb hotel with undisguised awe, surrounded by stunning gardens, lush with colourful, flourishing plants, an inner courtyard flowing water, led to a set of steps, which in turn opened out into the grandeur of the hotel reception. The lobby replete with cool, marble floors, adorned with vases filled with fresh, beautiful flowers, artistically displayed, fabulous works of art were hanging on the walls, sculptures rested on plinths beneath magnificent archways, leading to the rest of the hotel.

Situated in an area away from the busiest parts of Venice, it was the best on this island, and Matthew knew that it would be perfect for their stay. He impressed Eleanor, first by speaking fluent Italian with the clerk checking them in and then by having booked a suite that boasted two balconies overlooking the gardens, beyond which lay the sparkling Adriatic Sea.

Once in their room, he poured them each a drink from the minibar while they waited for the porter to bring their luggage.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s simply lovely,” she replied, “this room is palatial,” she continued over her shoulder, opening one of the sets of double doors, and stepping out onto the balcony. The sun had dipped out of sight, and it was growing dark.

The porter arrived with their cases, took his tip and left.

“We’ll eat downstairs tonight,” said Matthew, “we can go out early tomorrow by launch to Piazza San Marco before it gets busy, it won’t be too crowded at this time of year. The waterbuses are okay, but they’re always packed, so we may as well take advantage of the privacy of taxis.”

Listening from her vantage point on the balcony, Eleanor happily agreed, the taxis would take them more or less anywhere they wanted to go, they would have freedom to explore. She preferred this time of year too, this part of Europe was still warm, balmy rather than hot, she loved the last of the summer flowers, their scent hanging in the air, inhaling deeply she looked out toward the sea.

At supper that night, Matthew was pleased that the attentive staff were clearly charmed by Eleanor who looked beautiful in a deep red, jersey dress with a demurely high neck. The fabric was soft and draped fluidly from her trim waist to her ankles. Completing the look with flat, red leather pumps, wearing simple, pearl studs in her ears, her splendid hair gathered up into an intricate clasp-like device, which Matthew fantasised about unfastening and allowing her pale curls to tumble around her shoulders.

The knowledge that she hadn’t put on any underwear gave him the first stirrings of an erection while he contemplated what he’d like to do with her later. He adored her hair either up or down, but delighted in bunching it in his hands while shagging her from behind. His cock stiffened, his thoughts wandering to her pert arse and the way it looked when she was prone beneath his thrusts. He hurried them through the rest of the meal, desperate to take her back up to their room.

Unlocking the door to their suite he said, “Go out onto the balcony, Eleanor, I will join you shortly.”

Eleanor stepped through the doors leading to the balcony, which was surrounded with a stone balustrade just a few inches or so higher than her waist, the wall was large and solid, and she leaned onto it and looked down into the gardens below. She could smell the trees and other fragrances in the night air.

Matthew approached.

“Don’t look around,” he warned.

He had stripped naked and was standing close behind her.

Eleanor remained motionless, but he saw her shoulders stiffen a little.

Moving forward, Matthew lifted the skirt of her dress up over her arse and held it against her shoulders. Eleanor’s creamy, lush arse cheeks glowed in the darkness; he knelt down in homage and parted them. It looks just like a large, ripe peach he thought as he stared at her puckered little arsehole. Making a decision, he dropped the dress and stood up again.

“Wait there,” he told her, disappearing back into their room, returning almost immediately. “Hold your dress up.”