Perfect Slave (14 page)

‘Stand against the bar, Andrea,' Hawksworth said, closing the door.

‘Yes, master.' Andrea did as she was told. The bar was at shoulder height and she felt the cold metal against her bare shoulder-blades. Hawksworth took the large brandy balloon from Philippa and swigged the amber liquid. Then he took a key from his pocket and gave it to Philippa, who walked over to Andrea and used it to unclip the handcuffs.

‘Extend your arms along the bar.'

She stretched her arms out so they were at right-angles to her body.

‘You know what to do,' he said.

Philippa nodded. She moved behind Andrea and began wrapping the leather straps around her arms. She started on the left, buckling the first strap around her wrist, the second just above the elbow and the third at the top of the arm. As she repeated the process on the right Andrea felt a new surge of excitement.

‘Spread your legs apart,' Hawksworth ordered.

Andrea tried to do as she was told, but the skirt was too tight and she could barely get them more than a foot apart.

Hawksworth saw the problem. He stood in front of her, took hold of the hem and wriggled it up over her thighs until it was banded across her hips.

Andrea felt Philippa's hand gripping her left ankle. She pulled it to a metal ring set in the floor and used a length of white nylon rope to bind it. There was another ring on the right, and she bound Andrea's other ankle to it, securing her legs wide apart.

‘That's better. Bondage excites you, doesn't it?' He touched the side of his glass against her erect nipple, which poked out under the red dress.

‘Yes, master.'

‘And whipping?'

‘No, master,' Andrea said quickly. She didn't know if that was true. Being spanked or whipped brought her pain, but it was always accompanied by indescribable pleasure too. Could she have one without the other?

He smiled indulgently. ‘No? That surprises me. Shall we put it to the test?'

‘Anything, master.' That was definitely true. She didn't care what he did to her as long as he was with her, his full attention riveted on her. It was that which she craved.

He went to the rack of whips and selected one. It had a long braided handled with six or seven long thin lashes, each one knotted at the end.

‘Hold this for me,' he said, pressing the handle up against Andrea's mouth. She took it between her teeth. ‘Don't drop it,' he said. He went to the door and walked out of the room.

The handle of the whip was thick and it was difficult to get a good grip. She bit hard.

Philippa was standing beside her. ‘Looks like you're his favourite.' Andrea felt the girl's hands snaking around her body, her fingers digging into her breasts. She pinched both her nipples simultaneously and ground her body into Andrea's back. It felt firm and muscular. ‘Have you had the nipple clips yet?' She twisted Andrea's nipples and she cried out, nearly losing hold of the whip.

One of the girl's hands stroked down her side, over her buttocks and down between her legs. There was nothing Andrea could do to stop it worming its way over her sex. Her fingers pinched Andrea's labia and again she almost lost the whip as she gasped in surprise. Philippa thrust two fingers right up into her vagina, and Andrea's whole body shuddered. Her sex was wet, very wet, and responded to the sudden intrusion with a sharp pulse of pleasure.

‘I hope he lets me whip you,' Philippa murmured. ‘I like doing that.'

The door started to open. Immediately Philippa pulled away, stepping back from Andrea, her fingers slipping out of her sex.

Hawksworth stepped into the room. He was wearing the same scarlet velvet robe he'd worn last Saturday night.

He looked at Philippa. ‘What have you been doing?'

The muscles of Andrea's jaw were beginning to lock. If he didn't pull the whip from her mouth soon she'd drop it. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she tried desperately to suck the handle back into her mouth. She tried to hold it with her lips, but it was difficult. She desperately didn't want to fail at the one task he'd given her to do.

‘Well?'

‘Nothing, master.'

‘Did she touch you?' He looked at Andrea.

Andrea dared not move. If she nodded the whip would definitely fall out of her mouth. He appeared to take this as a no. To her enormous relief he plucked the whip from her mouth. Her saliva had darkened the braided leather.

‘You may go, Philippa,' he said.

‘Thank you, master,' Philippa replied, walking briskly out of the room, closing the door behind her.

‘Now where were we?'

Hawksworth looked into her eyes. He raised a hand and cupped her breast, just as he had done in the dining room. Andrea felt a wave of emotion. She'd been totally entranced from the moment she set eyes on him. He affected her more deeply than any man ever had, and now, for the very first time, they were alone together.

‘Master,' she said breathily, needing to say the word and hoping he would not object to her speaking out of turn.

‘So needy,' he said.

He raised his hand to the plunge of the tight tube dress and pulled it, and the strapless bra, down over her breasts. He stared at them, the flesh quivering, the nipples as tight as knots. Three or four red stripes were visible crisscrossing the soft flesh.

‘He whipped them, didn't he?'

‘Yes, master.'

Hawksworth flicked the tip of the whip against her left nipple, then ran it down over the bunched material of the dress. He trailed the lashes against her inner thigh, above the elasticated welt of the hold-ups.

‘It's neat, isn't it? I have a need to dominate, and you have a need to be dominated. A perfect match.'

He pushed the handle of the whip up between her legs. It nestled against her labia and she gasped as it crushed her swollen clitoris.

‘So sensitive. That is the emotion. Sex is not just a physical thing. It is dependent on emotional need. This is your emotional need, isn't it Andrea?'

‘Oh yes, master.' She tried to squirm her body so she'd be closer to him, sticking her breasts out, the metal bar swaying forward. Her clitoris was throbbing violently.

He walked around her. His hand caressed her buttocks with such tenderness she felt a whole new wave of emotion sweeping over her. He wanted her. He cared for her. That thought was totally intoxicating. For a second she even felt his finger run down between her labia.

‘Have you ever been buggered?' he asked.

‘No, master.' Her labia trembled as she felt his finger slide between them.

‘How interesting.'

He pulled his finger away. She heard the heavy velvet rustle as he raised his arm.

Swish
! The whip cut down across her arse. Instead of one single line of searing pain the lashes created six or seven simultaneously, each one like countless needle pricks. Andrea gasped.

‘Thank you, master, please may I have another?' he said, obviously meaning her to repeat it. It was what she'd heard Julia say.

‘Thank you, master, please may I have another?' she intoned immediately.

‘You may.'

Thwack
! The next strokes came in such quick succession she had no time to repeat the litany he'd taught her. There were four, each making her buttocks explode with pain. But she knew the pain wouldn't last. In seconds her body twisted it into fiery pleasure, the fact that it was her master's own hand applying the punishment making it that much more piquant.

‘Thank you, master, please may I have another?' she managed, the moment the onslaught stopped.

Thwack
! Three more strokes in quick succession. One cut higher, rendered mainly ineffective by the material bunched around her waist. The other two were much lower, striking her thighs, the lashes curling inward and nipping her vulnerable sex.

‘Thank you, master...' she began, but before she could finish the whip was back. This time he seemed to be angling upward so that knotted leather lashed her sex directly. A new pain lanced through her body. She found herself struggling against the bonds, futilely trying to pull her legs together and free her hands. The chains that held the metal bar clanked noisily, the fact that she could not escape dramatically increasing her arousal.

‘No!' she screamed as the second stroke lashed against her inner thighs.

‘Don't say no unless you mean it. No, in this house, has very unpleasant consequences.' He pressed his body into her back and whispered in her ear. ‘Shall I continue?'

‘Oh yes, yes master, please master.' She knew what he meant, of course. If she refused to cooperate she would be sent away. She couldn't bare the thought of that. Especially as her sex was now tingling with a new pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before.

‘Three more. Count them.'

Thwack
! The whip coiled up between her legs, but this time the pain was muted, the multiple lashes that cut into the tender flesh only seeming to increase the strength of the pleasure coursing through it.

‘One,' Andrea counted.

The second was the hardest yet, the lashes curling up to her anus. She felt her sphincter contract reflexively.

‘Two.'

The whip whistled as it lashed up between her legs again. One of the knots seemed to catch her right on the clit, causing a momentary explosion of pain that turned instantly to the hottest, most penetrating pleasure, her whole body feeling the impact.

‘Three,' she managed to gasp. That stroke set her nerves on edge. She could feel the familiar sensations gathering in her body. She looked down at herself, her breasts thrusting out of the tube dress so lewdly, her legs bound and spread, and that only amplified her arousal. She was helpless, completely vulnerable. Why was that so exciting? It was the tightest bondage she had yet experienced and was adding fuel to the fire consuming her senses.

Desperately she tried to relax, but neither her mind nor her body would let her. Her mind was telling her that Hawksworth must really care for her to want to be alone with her and administer her punishment personally. Her body was alive with sensation, the tails of the whip having created numerous new areas of sensitivity, each throbbing as wildly as her clit.

Hawksworth had made it quite clear that she was not allowed to come without permission. Tonight the master had given her special treatment. If she repaid him with disobedience what would his response be? It might be days before she was allowed to see him again. He might even send her away. She tried to hang on to that thought as a way of cooling her ardour, but it was only partially successful.

Hawksworth dropped the whip to the floor. Andrea heard a rustle of the robe and suddenly felt his hands wrapping around her body. They cupped her breasts, squashing them and pulling her back to him. Her superheated bottom butted against his comparatively cool belly, his fully erect cock pressing into the cleft of her buttocks. He bucked his hips and she felt his phallus push inward. She could feel it sliding between her labia, their wetness making it instantly slippery. His cock was hot and she could feel it pulsing.

This development gave a new twist to her spiral of excitement. She was so close to orgasm now she knew if he pushed into her cunt she would come and there was nothing she would be able to do to stop him.

He turned his head so his mouth was against her ear, and twisted his tongue into the inner whorls, making her flesh pimple. At the same time she felt him buck his hips back again and his glans nestled against the puckered star of her anus.

He's going to bugger me, she thought, and almost before she could react to the realisation she felt him pressing forward. Her sphincter resisted, then gave way and an uncomfortable pain wracked her body. But it didn't last long. In seconds it was replaced by an equally strong sensation of the most ecstatic pleasure. He had not penetrated far, but she felt her anus clenching around his glans as if trying to suck him in deeper. But there was no time.

Hawksworth threw his head back and came, his cock jerking violently in the tight confines of her rear passage, his spunk erupting into her. Andrea was able to feel every jet of it, its heat and wetness creating all sorts of new sensations in the place where no man had ever been before. She too started to orgasm the moment he ejaculated, each new spurt of semen creating a new torrent of delight. It seemed to go on forever, the fact that her body was bound so tightly somehow holding the orgasm in too, trapping it in her senses, like a thunderstorm trapped in a canyon, the thunder always coming around again.

It was only the feeling of his softening cock being squeezed out of her anus by an involuntary contraction that brought Andrea back to reality, and the consequences of what she had done.

‘I'm sorry, master, I'm so sorry,' she muttered, knowing that even saying this was wrong.

‘Shhh...' he hushed. He moved in front of her, wrapping the robe around his body. ‘It doesn't matter.' He stooped slightly and kissed her on the cheek so tenderly Andrea thought she was going to cry.