TouchofaDom (10 page)

She looked ready to argue but nodded. “Fair enough, but what
do I do until then?”

“You’ll do what I planned for this weekend before you ran
off to Nice.”

“And what was that?”

“We go into Monaco, to spend the rest of the weekend at
Cent-Vingt-Six
.
It’s a club Luc owns.”

“Another club? Now many does he own?”

“Lots but this one’s not like
Velours Noir
. It’s a
rather staid dinner club, with special rooms upstairs for Luc and his special
associates. If we leave soon, we’d have time for an aperitif on the terrace,
maybe two, and a very nice dinner and then afterward, I’ll take you upstairs
and have my wicked way with you as you learn what obedience really means.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Most definitely.”

Her smile was the finest reward a man could have. No, wrong,
her naked body, spread and restrained was what he wanted. “We can stay until
Sunday evening. I’ll show you around Monte Carlo. Bring your identity card and
we can stop by the casino if you like.”

“Anything else I should bring?”

He had her, at least for now, and God he needed her. “How
about that flogger you mentioned?” He stepped close and rested the back of his
hand on the side of her face. “I’d rather like to try its touch on your lovely
body. I want to see your skin with marks on it.”

“I thought you already had. You spank darn hard.”

“Sweetheart, the kiss of a flogger leaves very different
marks. I hanker to see them on you.”

She swallowed, eyes wide and her breath caught. “I’d better
go and fetch it, then.”

“Do, let’s close up the house.”

Everything set, Adele ran across the drive to her flat.
Branko didn’t follow her. If he did, they might never leave. She was like a
fever in his soul and he needed her in every way imaginable.

“Adele,” he called, as she reached the stairs. “Don’t you
dare come down wearing panties.”

She turned and grinned. “Or you’ll do what to me?”

“Rip them off you and hang them from the top of the gate. So
every passerby will know you disobeyed.”

She laughed. “Really?” And she went on up to her door.

He half-hoped she would defy him and come down wearing them.
He rather liked the prospect of bending her over the hood of the car and
ripping them off her.

He’d better stop thinking such thoughts or he wouldn’t last
the drive to Monaco.

Adele sat down on the end of her bed and looked at herself
in the mirror across the room. She was confused, excited and horny. Not a good
combination when trying to make a considered and reasoned decision. She’d
agreed to go with Branko to Monaco, but was it a good choice? If she told him
to forget it, she could follow her own plan to keep looking but if she did
that, she’d miss out on some rather splendid sex.

Was she letting her hormones rule? And if so, was that a bad
idea? Branko was incredible as a lover, almost too good to be true. But he was
real, as well as hot, passionate and gloriously dominant. She was wet already
thinking about last night and what he promised was waiting for her tonight.

She could go with him, have a superbly wonderful time and
rely on his word to talk to Luc.

Why not? She was in need and her need was Branko. She
smiled. She wanted him and darn, he wanted her and had promised to use her new
flogger.

What more could she ask for? At least for now.

She changed into a blouse and a denim skirt, guessing he’d
want easy access, and reached into her underwear drawer and took out the
flogger. It was beautiful, all bright pink and she longed to feel it on her
skin.

She was going with him and going right now. She remembered
just in time to take off her panties. Although she was tempted to leave them on
to see what he’d do. Another time.

He was waiting by his car as Adele came downstairs. She
swallowed. The sun on his dark hair gave it the sheen of polished ebony, his
smile sent a thrill of anticipation right down to her cunt and his eyes lit up
when he saw the flogger in her hand.

“Are you planning on walking through the street with that?”

“No, I thought you’d want to carry it.” In truth she hadn’t
stopped to think. Should she have grabbed a bag for it?

“I do, but best not scandalize the Monegasques, to say
nothing of the nice tourists.”

“I’ll get a bag.”

She was upstairs and back down as fast as she could, a small
shopping bag in her hand. Somehow putting that flogger into a plastic
Monoprix
bag seemed a bit of a letdown but it did make a satisfying rustle as he pressed
the tresses out of sight.

He opened the car door for her, nicely chivalrous but as she
moved, he stopped her. “Just a minute. I need to check you obeyed my
instructions. Bend over the car.”

Good thing she’d remembered. Cool air brushed her arse as he
lifted her skirt and his warm hand stroked her naked flesh. She waited for a
slap. It never came but her skirt stayed high. She was darn glad the gardeners
didn’t work weekends.

“Very good. How does it feel, being naked under your skirt?”

“There’s bit of a breeze.”

He chuckled. “You’ll feel more than that when I get you
there, but meanwhile, we need to get you in the mood. Stand up.” He kept hold
of her skirt. “Get in the car. I want your bare bottom against the leather.”

The seat was warm from the sun but not uncomfortably so.
Thank goodness it wasn’t July or August.

“Part your legs. I want your cunt open.”

Easy enough to do.

“Pull up your skirt so your knees show.”

“What if we get stopped for speeding or something?”

“I’ll tell the
flics
they can spank you.”

“The hell you will!” Games was one thing, getting manhandled
by the police—even if they would do anything so outrageous—was another.

He looked down at her, pulled the seat belt over her
shoulder and clipped it in securely. “You refuse to accept appropriate
discipline, Adele?”

“If it might get us arrested, yes. I want to spend this
evening in bed with you, not in a cell.”

“You have a point. One never knows with the Monegasques.” He
kissed her cheek. “Keep thinking about that flogger coming down on your naked
shoulders and how my cock will feel in your mouth when you kneel at my feet.”

She’d have trouble thinking of anything else. He was a
marvel at the tease. That wasn’t all he was a marvel at. She looked sideways at
his profile as he turned the car and headed up the steep drive to the
wrought-iron gates that opened and closed automatically.

In minutes they were heading eastward and she relaxed
against the seat, wriggling a little to find a more comfortable spot.

“Keep still,” he said, without taking his eyes off the road.
“It’s not meant to be a comfortable ride. You wait until we get there and you
have to sit on a wicker or wrought-iron seat.”

“You’re downright nasty.”

“And you love it.” He was grinning now. “Don’t you, my
dear?”

It would be stupid, pointless and a bold-faced lie to deny
it. “I sometimes wonder why?”

“It’s the way we’re made, Adele. I’m born to dominate and
you’re made to submit. Best not to ask why, there’s no answer. Just enjoy what
I’m going to do and accept what I want. It’s the easiest way for both of us.
And that’s what you want too, right?”

“With a few exceptions. You can spank and use the flogger
but I don’t want your belt.” The prospect scared her.

“Fair enough, but I promise you will, one day. Before long,
you’ll beg for the kiss and caress of my belt on your bare skin.”

“Let’s wait and see about that!” And wait a long time, as
far as she was concerned.

“I’m a patient man, Adele. I can wait. That lovely flogger
will be quite satisfying for now.”

Her throat went dry. Why had she even mentioned it to him?
Easy one, that. Because she’d longed to know what it felt like and deep in her
heart, knew that with Branko it would be a sensual pleasure. She hoped.

* * * * *

He made good his threat about the wicker chair as they sat
in the secluded courtyard and sipped on Kir Royales.

“What is this place?” she had to ask. It was a beautiful old
stucco building and it seemed they had it to themselves, apart from the elderly
couple who’d greeted them.

“One of Luc’s ventures. Ask Helen. I think he told her the
whole story. Used to be a dinner and assignation club for Luc’s
great-grandfather and his cronies. Nowadays it’s a way to make money. He lets
out the dining room to businessmen who want to impress clients, and the
upstairs, that’s reserved for very special friends.”

“And special employees?” Seemed as if Monsieur Prioux liked
to treat his employees well. “It’s quite lovely here.”

“You could have been here last night if you hadn’t been so
intransigent.”

“I had other things to do last night.”

“Yes, and most of them involved me.”

He was downright arrogant and so full of himself but he was
right. “And tonight?”

He shrugged. “We will enjoy a superb dinner—the Rizzolis
keep a very good kitchen—and then I will take you upstairs and give you a
thorough flogging.”

Her breath caught and she had difficulty swallowing. Why did
she react like this? She wanted this, needed it but was so all-around scared at
the prospect. She took a slow breath. Swallowed and nodded. Words were still
hard.

“It’s what you want, isn’t it, my dear?”

“Yes, but I’m scared. Will it hurt more than spanking?”

“It’s good to be scared, just a little. It will add to your
anticipation, and will it hurt more? That depends on how hard I wield it.”

She knew that already. “Have you flogged many people?” Did
she really want to know? Yes! She did not want to be the body he practiced on.

“Worried?”

“Yes. Have you?”

“Many times. I enjoy flogging but not as much as wielding my
belt. I admit, that gives me a tremendous thrill but since you refuse that, I
will put all my skill into flogging you and ensuring you are not disappointed.”

“How will you know?”

He smiled as he answered, “I will watch your reactions,
Adele. I wonder if you will climax from the flogger alone. We’ll find out,
won’t we?”

Dear God, that was a prospect.

* * * * *

She didn’t remember too much about the meal. Couldn’t
swallow much, come to that. Her mind was one constant tangle of trepidation,
excitement and anticipation, and having to sit bare-bottomed on the gilt chairs
in the dining room didn’t help. She was so wet, she was sure she’d stand up and
leave a damp patch.

“Worried?” Branko asked. “There’s no need to be. If you say
the word, I’ll take you straight back to Les Santons. You have my promise.”

“I don’t want to go back. I want to stay but…”

“But what?”

“I’m beginning to wonder why I even mentioned that damn
flogger.” Which right now waited, still in the crumpled plastic shopping bag,
on a chair in the entrance hall. Waited for her to follow Branko upstairs to
the rooms above.

He reached across the table and took her hands in his. “You
mentioned it because you yearn for it. Why else did you keep it for yourself?
And you hope I will give you want you want, even though part of you half-denies
it. It’s the submissive paradox, my dear. You want to be flogged, need to be
flogged but the prospect scares the willies out of you.”

“That’s about the measure of it.”

“Then perhaps, may I suggest we skip coffee and proceed
upstairs?”

“I think I need the coffee.”

“As you wish.”

Two cups appeared at his signal. Adele swallowed hers in one
gulp, like an Italian, and looked across at Branko.

“Better take me up upstairs before I chicken out.”

He did just that.

Of course, he had her carry the damn
Monoprix
bag.

The room was large and furnished with antiques, or very good
copies. Under their feet was a thick pile carpet in pastel colors and across
the room, doors opened to a balcony but what really grabbed her attention was
the four-poster bed that dominated the room.

“What do you think?” Branko asked.

“It’s beautiful.” She walked over to the window and looked
out at the courtyard below. “Wonderful. And Luc owns this?”

“Luc owns a great deal but he never minds sharing his
largesse.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“I have but I’m not talking about that now. I want to talk
about you. And what I plan to do to you.”

“Okay. What will you do, besides flogging me?” Her chest
tightened as she asked. Why did the prospect excite and scare her so much at
the same time? Branko was right, some things couldn’t be explained easily.

“Besides flogging, Adele?”

He crossed the room to stand beside her. “I’ll fuck you,
maybe spank you. I can’t tie you down as I’ve no restraints but I can use
this.” From his pocket he produced a butt plug. “Ever had one of these up you?”

She nodded. “Yes, but it’s been some time.”

“I’ll start with this little johnny then and when I deem you
ready, I’ll insert his big brother.” He produced a second, bigger one. “It
should stretch you nicely. Get you ready to take my cock. You are willing,
Adele?”

Time for a slow, relaxing breath. It had been months since
she’d been fucked there and she longed to feel him deep inside her. “I’m not
sure I’m ready but I’m prepared to be readied. If you take your time.”

He kissed her. Not what she’d expected but she opened her
mouth to his and his tongue caressed hers. Putting her arms around him, she
pressed herself against him and deepened the kiss. God, he was good. She could
kiss him all night except she wanted the rest he’d promised, so she broke the
kiss, her heart racing as she looked up into his dark eyes.

“I’ll take my time,” he told her. “I’ll take so long you’ll
be begging me to fuck your tight little arsehole.”

She didn’t doubt it. “Will that be before or after you flog
me?”

“Oh after. I want your back and shoulders red and burning
and your arse warm under my hands. Adele, this is going to take all night.”

“Is that a promise?’

“You are so cheeky,” he said. “I’ve never known a submissive
to answer back like you do. I’m going to have to work you over and teach you
obedience.”

She hoped so.

“What must I do?” she asked, lowering her eyes.

“First take a long, hot shower. I want your skin soft and
still a little damp so you’ll feel the kiss of the flogger in every nerve ending.
Once you are clean and naked you will kneel on the medallion in the center of
the carpet, put your head on the floor and wait in that position until I
return.”

The prospect thrilled and scared her. It was going to
happen. He’d flog her and then… No, better concentrate on the flogging. One
thing at a time.

“How long do I have?”

“As long as I choose to allow you, but you’d better be on
the floor, head on the carpet when I return.”

“Or?” She had to ask.

“In that case, it won’t be just the flogger you feel.” He
rubbed his belt buckle with two fingers. She got the message.

“I’ll be ready.”

“I hope so, for your sake, Adele.” And without another word
or glance in her direction, he walked out.

She sat on the nearest chair and realized she was shaking.

This was going to be so much more than the spankings she’d
had from him and other lovers. She’d been buggered before, not often but one
lover had really enjoyed bending her over and taking her that way and she’d
enjoyed the sensation of tightness and invasion and the wild climaxes that
resulted, but she’d never been flogged. Tonight she was going to get it all.
The flogging she’d fantasized about and on top of that, Branko was going to
plug her and fuck her arse.

Part of her, the sane, sensible part, wanted to run but the
overwhelming and sensual part of Adele Royer longed for his discipline and
treatment and, most of all, longed for Branko’s cock.

She stripped and went into the adjoining bathroom.

It was downright sybaritic. A pity she didn’t have hours to
indulge in the deep whirlpool bath and the vast shower. Better not take too
much time but she would take full advantage of the scented shower gels and
lotions. He wanted her skin soft and sensitive. She’d do her best. Even if she
ended up regretting it once he plied the flogger.