The Stallion (31 page)

‘Pleasure? Lie back, pretty pussy,’ Nadine ordered, pushing her back against the pillow. ‘Lie back and remember with pleasure.’

Naked and compliant, Penny obeyed, arms stretched above her head, breasts obscenely pouting toward the ceiling. Her skin shivered with rising apprehension, her hips rose and buttocks clenched as her mind took over her senses.

Nadine kissed her, promised her pleasure, promised her Alistair. She felt the buried heat of Nadine’s sex brush against her as the long legs straddled her and held her clamped at the hips. The warm palms and long fingers toyed with her breasts,
teased
them to grow and harden. Nadine pushed Penny’s breasts together so they almost formed one mass, bulging and ripe as fresh melons. She divided them, pushed them towards Penny’s face, invited her to lick them herself. With a little dexterity and bending of the neck, she did, her own skin feeling soft and silky beneath her tongue.

With the push from a gentle but firm hand, she lay back again on the pillow. Much as she wanted what Nadine was giving her, there was something else she wanted more, something she didn’t have, and, because of that she wanted it all the more. That was the trouble with being a winner; you had to be a winner in everything.

‘When do I get Alistair?’ she moaned.

‘When you have experienced everything. When you are completely at the whim of your own sexuality, your own blazing sensations. I must make sure you are ready for that.’

‘When? How? Can’t I get there faster?’

Nadine stiffened. Her hands tensed.

‘You
are
impatient, my little pussy-cat. Much too impatient. You want to gallop before you’ve learnt to trot.’ It was obvious she was referring to the event in the woods, when Penny had been on the receiving end of what she usually gave out.

‘But I will help you get there quicker. I will help you learn.’

She felt regret when Nadine dismounted. There was a comfort in her straddling, a warm welcome in the denuded sex that sat so sublimely, so damp and warm, against her own flat stomach.

‘Sit up a moment.’

Penny did as she was told. From the bedside cabinet that was decorated with carved nymphs and over-endowed satyrs, Nadine took a dog collar that Penny had noticed earlier.

‘Kneel on the floor,’ Nadine demanded. Her body already
warming
to anything that was about to happen, Penny knelt at the side of the bed. Nadine fastened the collar around her neck, her manner changing as much as her voice.

The leather was rough against Penny’s neck, the buckle cold, yet already her sexual juices were flowing and her stomach was tightening with rising excitement.

A willing participant, Penny held her arms high as Nadine wound a silk scarf around her back, bringing each end beneath her breasts. She took the ends up through her cleavage, dividing her breasts then tying the scarf at the nape of Penny’s neck. Her breasts were parted, pushed up and outwards. The effect was not exactly unattractive. There was a pouting sensuality in it, a demand for bodily attention. Penny arched her back and, over the tightness of her collar, watched them leap to greater prominence.

‘Stand up!’ Nadine demanded.

Sensing there was more to come, and more she could not help but welcome, Penny did as ordered.

In the long, low chests of drawers that outmatched the bedside cabinet with its wealth of carvings and acrobatic couplings, Nadine seemed to have a whole collection of silk scarves.

‘Over here,’ she ordered. ‘Now!’ she shouted as Penny threw a hint of rebellion into the part she was about to play.

Nadine was pointing at the dressing-table stool which she had placed up against the wall. ‘Straddle it,’ she ordered.

Penny started to sit down on it, legs wide apart. ‘No. Not like that; I want you stood up,’ Nadine snapped.

Penny did as ordered so she was stood upright, her legs either side of the width of the stool so she could not possibly close her legs. Nadine passed from one side of her to the other, tying her legs to the stool with sheer-silk scarves. The stool was fairly wide, and so were Penny’s legs; her quim balanced
above
the seat of the stool. Fascinated by the vulnerability of her position, Penny ran her hands over her belly and briefly touched the pink hood of her clit that stood to attention in the midst of her parted lips. She had a sudden need for a climax, yet also had an inkling that such a thing would not be allowed.

‘Stop that. It’s for
me
to touch, not you!’

Nadine’s hands hit hers away, then caught them together and held them in her own.

‘Hands above head,’ she ordered, and Penny obeyed.

Her eyes followed Nadine as she went back to the drawer. There was a light tinkling of metal, like jewellery falling in folds, one chain upon another. Then Nadine was before her.

‘More learning. More discipline,’ said Nadine, her face near enough to Penny’s to kiss. Surprisingly, she did not kiss her, and that made Penny disappointed. Instead, her quick fingers clipped fine chains to the collar around her neck. They felt cold yet light. Nadine took hold of them and threw them over Penny’s shoulders so they dangled down her back.

‘Lower your hands.’

Penny did so, and let her gaze sweep the floor as Nadine took her hands and forced them behind her back and fastened them there, the fine ends strong and hard around her wrists.

‘Very nice,’ said Nadine as she stood back a while, finger on lips, to admire her handiwork.

Penny was bound and secure, her hands immobile, her breasts pushed into the position Nadine wished to achieve. Her legs were permanently parted over the divide of the stool.

‘What a sight you look, my pretty pussy,’ she purred, her fingers pinching Penny’s cheek before both hands dropped to her thrusting breasts.

‘If you say so,’ said Penny with a sigh.

‘Silence!’

Nadine slapped Penny’s face and she bit her lip. There was heat where Nadine’s palm had landed. It wasn’t unexpected. She now knew the way Nadine’s games were played and knew her own part in them. She had to give rise, had to give excuses for abuse. Again, the question came into her head. Who was really the mistress? Her, or Nadine?

‘You say nothing! Is that clear?’ The hand slapped the other cheek, so that one burned, too.

‘Yes . . . Yes.’

‘Nothing!’ said Nadine, slapping her again. ‘Just nod. Or, better still, bow.’

Penny bowed, knowing full well that was what Nadine really wanted. Her breasts dangled alluringly as she did so. She fully expected Nadine to fall to temptation and cup them in her hands. Surprisingly she didn’t. So she straightened back up, longing for Nadine to get on with what she was going to do. Her excitement was already causing her sex to become more moist and making her bud of passion break free from its hood as it sought sexual release.

While she had been bowed, Nadine had fastened another chain to the collar and attached that to the wall lamp above Penny’s head. She was fixed to the spot, unable to move even if she wanted to.

Nadine ran her hand from her breasts, over her belly to the triangle of dark fur that divided her quaking thighs. Penny gulped, mindful of controlling any sound she might make. Not that she was protesting. The only sounds threatening to escape were moans of pleasure and of surprise that she should enjoy what was happening to her so much.

‘Wet, my pretty,’ said Nadine as her index finger played with the cluster of fleshy petals that surrounded her yearning clit. ‘Very wet. Very ready. No, no, no,’ she cried suddenly, waving
the
glistening finger in front of Penny’s face. ‘Not yet, my pretty pussy. Not yet. Time to contemplate. Time to think, for you, not for me.’ Her teeth shone white and straight, and her eyes glinted like chips of ice.

Penny tensed as Nadine moved behind her. She shivered compulsively as the long fingers ran over her expectant flesh. Her muscles clenched as she felt the glistening finger slide between her buttocks. Nadine parted each cheek from the other. An illicit finger prodded at her anal bud, which tightened reflexively.

‘Stand easy, my pretty pussy,’ Nadine murmured. ‘My pleasure is your pleasure. My wish is yours.’

She moved to Penny’s side, her face and eyes close to her own. Penny looked at the pale complexion, the light eyes that seemed at times to be entirely devoid of colour.

‘Now,’ said Nadine, in a tone that made Penny think she had not quite finished with her bondage just yet. ‘Complete meditation. That’s what you need. I will give it to you, and you will be thankful for it.’

Penny opened her mouth, then remembered she must be silent.

‘First,’ said Nadine, with great aplomb and obvious enjoyment, ‘silence.’

The scarf she tied around her mouth was of soft red silk.

‘And’, Nadine added, her tongue running over her lips with a relish that made Penny a little nervous, ‘darkness.’

Penny attempted to protest, but her words were muffled by the scarf that gagged her. Nadine tied another scarf around her eyes. Complete darkness, complete bondage; her protests were silenced. This vulnerability she was being subjected to made her tremble with apprehension. Fear was one part of it, but excitement the other.

‘A little rest,’ Nadine whispered into her ear. ‘A time for
contemplation.
A few moments to think about what I will do when I come back.’

Penny wanted to ask where she was going, what she was doing. Her words were only mumbles muttered into the softness of the material. She didn’t see her go, but heard the door close softly.

She tried to move. She couldn’t. Her head was held firmly against the wall light by the short chain that was attached to her collar. Her hands were between her back and the wall, her legs spread and tied either side of the stool. Her sex was wide open.

Time seemed to trickle by and her legs began to ache. She strained her ears for footsteps, but only heard rustles from outside – night birds and the sound of the motorway traffic in the far distance. Her excitement subsided.

Her senses readjourned as she heard the door open, and felt a cold draught from the passageway outside. Trembling with mounting excitement, she straightened, thrust her breasts forward as if inviting a touch, however cruel or hard it might be. To have no contact, to be alone with her sexuality, was something she found hard to bear.

‘Well, pussy-cat. Are you ready for more?’

Penny nodded vigorously. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt something cold being clamped over each nipple. The clamps had returned.

‘How does that feel, my pretty?’ said Nadine, her words purring.

Penny mumbled into her gag. Nadine took her cue, longing for a chance to chastise any hint of rebellion in her more than willing subject. It felt as though she were exerting more pressure on to the clamps with her own fingers. Penny winced, and sweat broke out in a fine sheen over her skin as Nadine pushed two fingers inside the leather collar.

‘No words. Just actions. Push your pelvis forward for
yes
, move it from side to side for
no
.’

Penny thrust her pelvis forward.

‘Good little pussy,’ said Nadine. Like she had before, she ran her hand down over Penny’s dark triangle and used her fingertip to coax Penny’s clit from among its crown of flesh.

‘Wet again?’ Again the hands moved around to her back – tantalising her spine – and over her buttocks, that jutted at an angle from the wall by virtue of the shape of the stool.

Penny felt the finger slide down the cleft in between and wipe its wetness around her puckered orifice as if preparing it for future events.

Then there was nothing. No touch, no sound, just the slamming of the door.

She wriggled her hips, longed to get her thighs together, her hands free, so she could at least pleasure herself and ease the demands of her arousal.

It was no use. She was as firmly bound as ever, as unable to get to her inflamed sex as she had been before. Her nipples ached, reflecting the ache of her groin.

Again time trickled by. This time her ardour did not dissipate completely; the clamps on her nipples saw to that. Like two extensions to her humid sex, they throbbed with arousal, sending messages of excitement all over her body. She trembled, her state of readiness maintained at a constant level as she awaited Nadine’s return.

With a sudden surge of excitement, she heard the door open.

‘I’m back.’ Nadine’s lips were hot and moist against her ear. Her body seemed clothed, whilst Penny’s was naked.

Softly, Nadine’s fingers and palms trailed beneath each thrusting breast before running down over Penny’s stomach to her moist sex. Penny murmured ecstatically against her gag.
It
didn’t matter that she couldn’t see her tormentor; it was just enough to know she was there, that she had not been forgotten and left to just her fantasies.

‘Just a little more exhilaration, another little toy to keep you on the boil.’

As Nadine’s fingers dived into her soaking hole, Penny gasped and thrust her hips to meet it.

‘Yes, my pretty pussy,’ laughed Nadine. ‘Yes. You like that, don’t you?’

Penny thrust her hips forward again in agreement. She didn’t want another slap. She wanted an intrusion into her inner sanctum. She didn’t care who gave it her as long as she got it.

Tears of frustration welled up behind the blindfold as Nadine withdrew her fingers and traced them down over Penny’s back as she had before. Penny felt her wetness being spread around her tight orifice; her cheeks were held firmly open.

‘Just a little toy,’ murmured Nadine, the delight in her actions self-evident from her voice.

Penny’s hips moved forward almost of their own accord as something wet, smooth and long was pushed into her anus. Her cheeks clenched compulsively over it, holding it securely.

‘That’s right. Hold it in there. Enjoy its unique delight.’

Penny gasped, and found it almost impossible to relax around the foreign object. When she did, whatever was in her began to slide out. She felt Nadine’s hand smack at one cheek of her behind, then the other.

‘Naughty. Keep hold of it till I fix it in place.’