Private Pleasures (22 page)

"I'm not afraid of that old hand," she taunted him. Then her voice grew fearful. "But don't take the strap to me, Brad! Please don't!" Her lower lip quivered.
"So, you little bitch, you're not afraid of my hand," he roared. "Then it's the strap for you, girl." It appeared magically in his hand, a broad piece of leather at least six inches in width, the ends split into narrow strips that had been knotted. "Get over there!" he said, pointing to a high upholstered bench. He half dragged her across the room, threw her across the bench roughly, and imprisoned her wrists in two manacles attached to the bench's front legs.
"Ohh, Brad!" Heidi cried, but her eyes were bright with her desire.
"I'll teach you to defy me, you little bitch," he growled, and brought the strap down on her helpless buttocks.
She was almost ashamed at how much she was enjoying this. It was a part of her nature she had always, except on one or two occasions, kept hidden from public scrutiny. But here in The Channel she was able to live out her wildest desires. She squealed and pleaded as he brought the strap down again and again. The tiny knotted strips burned as they bit into her flesh. Some of them even curved under to sting her pussy. Finally she cried out that she would always be good, and he stopped. But then she felt his hands holding her steady, and his big dick pushing slowly into her vagina from the rear. Heidi squealed again, and then came, unable to help herself. But it was just a small climax.
Laughing, Brad released her from the manacles and walked her to the bed, his hand firmly gripping the back of her neck. "You're a little liar," he said. "You don't know how to be good, do you, Heidi? Say it! Say, 'I'm a liar.' "
"No," she said. "I won't!"
He slapped her hard. "Say it!"
"No!" He slapped her again, and this time her head snapped back. "No!"
His hand wrapped about her hair, and he yanked her head back as he began slapping her breasts hard, pinching the nipples. "Say it!"
"No!"
"Say 'I'm a liar,' baby." He reached down, and pinched her clit hard.
"I'm a liar!" she shrieked. God! This was wonderful. She could hardly wait for what was coming next. By some damned magic she didn't understand, he knew exactly what she wanted. "I want to be fucked," she moaned.
"I know," he said, "but first you're going to lick my balls. I like having my balls licked by a pretty girl. And if I like how you do it, then I'll give you what you want, baby. That's fair, isn't it?"
"If this is my fantasy, shouldn't I be in charge?" Heidi demanded to know.
"You don't want to be the boss, baby," Brad mocked her. "Out there in that other world you want to be the boss, but not here. This is where you're going to come so you can be the slave, be mastered, 'cause you need that, Heidi, and you want it. Then you can go back into your reality, and be a perfect bitch and get what you want there, which is power. You went after Jeff Buckley because you thought he could give you the power you sought. He was the perfect target with his big ego and libidinous nature, but you'll never be satisfied with him. If you marry him, he'll keep you on a tight leash like he has kept Nora. I'm the lover you've always wanted, Heidi. I'm in charge here. Do what I told you, you little bitch!" He sprawled on the red satin sheets, his long legs spread wide. "Get going, or I'll send you back right now."
Heidi believed him. She scrambled between his legs, reaching for his penis.
"Don't touch it," he told her. "I'll hold it up for you. You just lick."
"Please," she begged him, "I want to suck it! I want to suck it bad, Brad."
"Lick, bitch, and if I like the way you do it, I'll give you a little taste," he commanded.
She crawled to where his balls, encased in a large hairy sac, lay pendulous between his legs. She licked at him, tentatively at first, and then with more assurance. She could feel the twin balls beneath the fleshy sac rolling around beneath her tongue. She took the sac in her mouth, pushing it about with her tongue. He groaned.
"That's nice, baby, that's nice," he praised her. "Okay, you can suck my dick for a minute or two," he rewarded her.
Carefully she released his balls from her mouth and eagerly replaced them with his engorged penis, moaning with pleasure as he filled her mouth and pushed down into her throat. She was in heaven. But for a little poke he hadn't even really fucked her yet, and it was still the best sex she had ever had. But she needed it all tonight. It had been so long since she had really been satisfied.
Jeff needed Viagara most nights to get it up. She really had to work to keep him going. And he wasn't sexually adventurous at all. She had thought he would be the perfect husband for her. Rich. Powerful. And able to advance her career. It was a compromise she had thought she could make, but now that she had found The Channel she wasn't certain. She was a helluva lot smarter than Jeff, and most of the pitches he'd been taking credit for in the last year were hers. He was running dry creatively. Heidi suddenly realized that she didn't need Jeff Buckley to get ahead. And she didn't need to go down on old men anymore. She knew she was clever enough to work the senior partners. Her mind flew back to Brad.
He was like iron in her mouth. She released him. "I want to be fucked," she said. "Now, Brad! And you know how I want it, don't you? I want it to be the best I've ever had. The absolute best, Brad. Let's use that big piece of meat like it was meant to be used." Heidi lay back, and spread herself open to him.
His face was impassive. He slid an overstuffed bolster beneath her hips to raise her up so he could get in as deep as possible.
"Tie my hands," she said suddenly to him. "Let's make it really exciting."
He took his black silk thong and bound her wrists over her head. "Not too tight?"
"Just right," she told him.
He crawled between her milky thighs, and began to lick her most intimate flesh. His fleshy tongue probed, and pushed. He flicked it back and forth over her clitoris, giving her several small clitoral orgasms. Finally he decided she was wet enough, and he slid between her legs, guiding himself with one hand, balancing on the other. His penis pushed slowly and carefully into her vagina. Inch by inch he moved himself up her love passage, driving deeper and deeper into the hot maw of her.
"Oh! My! God!" Heidi groaned as his huge cock filled her. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. "Oh! My! God!" He was going to tear her apart, and he kept plunging deeper, and deeper. This was the emperor of all penises. King Penis. And it was all hers. "Ohhhh!" He was moving on her. Moving back and forth. Faster and faster and faster. He was like a damned machine! It was incredible, but it could be better. "Do it!" Heidi told him. "Do it now! Ahhh!" He had hit her G-spot. "Now! Now!" she insisted.
"Very well, Heidi, my naughty bitch, you shall have your heart's desire," Brad said as he sat atop her, his cock buried deep within her fevered body. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed with anticipation of the bliss to come. His big hands fastened about her slender throat, and slowly he began to squeeze as he continued to fuck her. His fingers pressed down slowly, letting her experience pleasure such as she had known only once before. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her face glowed with unimaginable, incredible passion. And when he saw that she had reached the apex of the experience, he climaxed in a fierce rush.
Heidi was unconscious, and his finger marks were visible around her slender neck. Brad rolled off of her and lay on his back breathing heavily. When he had recovered, he leaned over and untied her hands. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, confused at first, and then remembering.
"That was absolutely the best sex I have ever had," she whispered, her voice a little raspy. "How the hell is this all possible?"
"Do you really care?" he responded. "You just want a big cock, and I've got one. And you need a man who knows how to handle you, baby. I do." He got up, and pulled the black thong on. "I'm going now," he told her.
"But I don't want you to," Heidi whined at him. "I want more cock!"
Reaching out, he wrapped his big hand in her blond hair and yanked her up. "What did I tell you, baby?" He slapped her hard, and her head snapped back. "What did I tell you?" He slapped her again, and glared down into her face.
"You said I need to be mastered," Heidi whimpered.
"And?" His hand tightened in her hair.
"You said I'm the slave here," Heidi half sobbed. He was hurting her, and she found she was aroused by it.
The hand in her hair loosened, and he pulled her into his arms now, giving her a quick kiss of approval, caressing her butt softly. "That's right, baby. I'm the master. And as long as you understand that, we're going to do just fine." He let her go and walked toward the elevator door.
"Brad?"
"Yeah, baby?" The doors opened.
"You'll come back?" Heidi quavered. She couldn't bear it if he didn't come back.
"I'll be here when you come, baby," he told her. He stepped into the elevator.
"Wait! How do I get back?" she asked.
"You're on your way now," he told her as the doors closed.
And Heidi felt herself growing dizzy, and the sensation of falling. Her eyes closed just briefly, and then flew open. She was back in the den of the house in her chair. There was a test pattern on the television. Heidi clicked the channel changer off and got up. My God, she thought, her vagina felt sore as if it had been stretched by something very big. And her neck. She rubbed it. Then the realization began to set in. The Channel was real. Very, very real! Her heart raced with her excitement. I've got to go to bed, she thought silently. This can't be, and once I've had a good sleep it will all fall into place.
In the bedroom Jeff was snoring, but as her weight touched the bed, he awoke and rolled over. "You just coming to bed?" he demanded.
"I fell asleep in front of the television," she lied.
He began to fondle her breasts. "I'm horny," he said. "Let's do it." He pushed her nightgown up and rolled on top of her. He slept naked.
"Jeff!" Heidi protested. "A little foreplay would be nice."
"You're already wet, babe. I think my Heidi is horny too," he chuckled, and shoved his penis into her. Then he began to fuck her quickly, and within a moment he had come. He pulled out. "That was good," he said.
Heidi jumped up. "Good for who?" she hissed at him. "I sure as hell didn't get anything out of it. Wham! Bam! And no thank-you-ma'am! I am bloody tired of this."
He was on his feet. "If you didn't get anything out of it, it's your fault, not mine," he snarled. "Women say I'm good at what I do." He leered at her.
"Women who want something from you, you mean," she snapped back at him. "How many times have I told you a woman needs a little time. Five pokes and you're out, and you think I have had enough time?" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Jeff followed her, and when he found the door locked, he put his shoulder against it and pushed it in. "What the hell has gotten into you, Heidi?" he demanded to know.
"I just realized that I don't need you anymore, Jeff," she said coldly.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm in love with you. I'm divorcing my wife. I went out on a limb to buy that damned co-op for us."
"You made the down payment with your kids' college money, and I've been paying the bridge loan while your divorce has been stalled," she shouted at him. "And for the record, I don't love you! And I'm not going to marry you, Jeff. And I'm going to Mr. Wickham Junior and tell him whose ideas you've been using for the agency's clients, and who has been writing the copy. And when I'm through I'll have a vice presidency, and you will be yesterday's headline story. Now get out of the bathroom so I can shower. There must be a bus that goes back to the city from this place, and I'm going as soon as I can." She gave him a shove, and then another.
Jeff Buckley's temper exploded. "You conniving little bitch!" he yelled at her, and then he began to hit her again and again.
Heidi screamed. When Brad smacked her around he didn't really hurt her, and she had loved it because Brad was her master now. But Jeff was hurting her. She felt a warm trickle of blood coming from her nose. She screamed again and, pushing past him, ran from the bedroom and down the stairs toward the front door. He was right behind her, roaring his outrage. She fumbled with the locks on the front door even as he grabbed her and swung her around to slap her again. Heidi reached out for the antique vase on the hall table and, gripping it in her fingers, slammed it down on Jeff's head. He stumbled back, dazed, and it gave her just enough time to get the door open. Then she ran across the lawn screaming at the top of her lungs.
Within minutes windows were opening in response to her cries for help. Jeff had regained his equilibrium and was trying to drag her back into the house. Heidi fought him like a tigress, and continued to shriek. Sam Seligmann and Rick Johnson, in robes, came from their houses to separate the combatants. Heidi flung her arms about Dr. Seligmann, sobbing. Sam looked somewhat startled as the girl in the black negligee clung to him.
"Don't let him hurt me again," she pleaded, her gray eyes overflowing with tears. "Please don't let him hurt me again."
"It's alright, my dear," Sam said. "Come with me now," and he led her across the cul-de-sac into his house.
"The bitch!" Jeff said angrily. "The duplicitous little bitch!"
"Trouble in paradise?" Rick said softly.
"Drop dead!" Jeff snapped and, turning, went back to his house.
Rick turned, hiding his smile, and saw Carla hurrying across the lawn in the predawn light to the Seligmanns'. He sighed, and followed after her.
Heidi Millar's face was a disaster. One eye was blacked badly, and her nose was still oozing blood as she held a cloth tightly to it. Rina was clucking sympathetically and trying too soothe the semihysterical girl. She waved her husband and Rick out of the kitchen, where they had brought Heidi.
"Go back to bed, both of you," she said. "Carla and I will help here."
The two men left, and they heard Sam climbing the stairs as the front door closed behind Rick.
"What happened?" Carla said, trying to keep the eagerness from her voice.
"Oh, Carla, it's wonderful!" Heidi said. "And then I came back, and Jeff wanted to, well, you know, and it was terrible the way it always is, and I just lost it. I mean, why should I have to put up with him when I've got The Channel?"
"You told her about The Channel?" Rina said, surprised.
Carla smiled, and nodded. "What happened?" she repeated.