Wait for Me (15 page)

Meanwhile, the muscular specimen urged the woman to suck him harder, pushing her head to go deeper. She will have to swallow, I thought to myself. All of a sudden, he pulled out and started to slap her face with his penis. I drank some more wine to suppress the rising laughter. I had always found this action entirely comical, even in person. After four more slaps on her beautiful face, the man gestured for her to stand up, kissed her passionately and lifted her arms.

Adam replenished my glass. I smiled without making eye contact. This was unbearable.

The man was now standing before the table, choosing an instrument. I used the pause to observe the woman more closely. She was nice looking and couldn't have been much older than twenty.

“Are they actors?” I asked, trying to be casual.

“No,” he replied. “A consenting couple.”

I took another sip to try and hide my displeasure at this.

The man returned to the woman and put a gag with a red ball over her mouth. He stroked her body and starting touching her, turning her on, and then asked her to go on all fours. He took position behind her, massaging her butt and noisily spanking each alternate cheek, all the while tickling her anus with his erection.

I could have tolerated any of this so far, had it been Adam. From the comfort of the chair, those spanks didn't look so bad. This was light petting compared to the blows that I used to receive.

After about twenty slaps, he thrust himself inside her with urgency. He placed his hands on her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh. At what I believe was the pinnacle moment, he withdrew and started drumming his penis against her butt cheeks. After that, he took a leather strap that was linked to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and attached each of her ankles to a set of beams. I suddenly understood that this was to keep her legs wide apart.

He attached a set of nipple clamps, linked by a thread of chain to another set, which he attached to the lips of her vagina. I tried to look impassive before that deeply troubling scene. The man began to pull on the clamps by twitching the chain in short, sharp bursts. It must have been painful and unpleasant. Her expression and her jerking body confirmed this. Still unsatisfied, the man began to hit her rhythmically with a leather strap, first on her back, then on her butt, then finally on her vagina. At that I crossed my legs, flinching by proxy. Adam refilled the glasses and ordered a second bottle.

Done whipping her, he slowly loosened the chains and made her resume her position on her hands and knees. He spat on her butthole a few times and pushed himself inside.

He held onto the strap of the gag, which he was using to escort his wild penetration. It was harrowing to watch him ride her like that. She seemed to be suffering, but at the same time, teeming with pleasure. The flap of the door opened again and a new bottle appeared. I started to feel warmer. I could not tear my eyes from her. I thought about how she was consenting to this with her lover; I thought about the real meaning of ‘submissive'. This woman was making a beautiful display out of sheer abandonment – giving herself over to her partner's pleasure. My eyes moved onto his face next. Like a humping animal, he was biting his lips and watching his penis move in and out. His satisfaction was strangely infectious and I found myself getting aroused. She leaned further into the floor so that her butt would open wider, a gesture that spoke: ‘take me, I'm yours'. He sank deeper and came inside her, or, at least it appeared so. When he withdrew, I noticed he was still hard. He must have taken something, I thought. He poured some water into his mouth and let it spill out over her. He spanked her another three times and turned her around. He hooked a small beam onto the ankle chains and attached a round-headed vibrator, so that it was positioned against her clitoris. She began to writhe with pleasure. The man began to whip her chest. I placed my glass on the table and glanced at Adam.

“Do you want to go?”

I smiled re-assuringly. “No.”

“No, that'll do,” he said, and the pane of glass grew dark again. “Put the mask back on… we'll go.” He stood up nervously.

“Adam, I'm fine,” I took his hand and pulled him back to his seat. “It might be a little surreal but it's not a horror show—” I couldn't fight back the laughter any more. I sat on his lap and he hugged me.

“It's a little different in practice,” he whispered.

“Do you get pleasure from doing it or watching it?” I asked.

“Doing it.”

It can't be that bad, I thought.

“I don't want clamps on my nipples though, nor anywhere else. I'd prefer your teeth.”

His hands became as insistent as his kisses. I undid his zip and he ripped off my tights and underwear. A moment later, he was inside me. Who cared about a bit of whipping if it meant I could have him, if I could be his. I surrendered.

“Sophie, hold on,” he gasped.

Not a chance.

“Are you on the pill yet?” he asked.

“No,” I answered.

“Shit, why not?” and lifted me firmly.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

He punched a few more buttons and sat me on his knees, kissing me with unrivalled passion.

“I've requested condoms,” he said, taking my face in his hands and pushing his forehead into mine.

I could still feel his hard penis, throbbing against me. As we waited, I began to touch myself with it.

“Sophie, you're going to make me come like this,” he said, trying to constrain my movement. This was my intention. I kept on rubbing myself against him. He stopped resisting, put his hands around my hips, and followed my movements, quickly reaching orgasm with a deep groan and ejaculating onto the lips of my vagina. I kissed him breathlessly, satisfied with his pleasure. The little trap door opened again and revealed a box of condoms. Too late, I thought.

We recovered our masks and returned to the central room, where the orgy prevailed. I wondered how it felt to be amongst that mass of flesh.

“Did you ever try that?”

“No, I prefer threesomes.”

“Ah,” I said, shocked. “What are those words embroidered into the curtains?”

“
Mulieres
means women,
homines
means men,
heterosexual
refers to heterosexual relationships.”

“And that one?” I asked pointing to the
privatus
inscription.

“Those are meeting rooms.”

“Have you been in there?”

“On occasion.”

“Can I see?”

“Yes, but are you sure you want to?”

I nodded, clutching his arm.

Behind the curtain, we found ourselves in another corridor. We entered the fifth room that was free.

This room was square, and the soft lighting created an intimate warmth. The walls were covered in mirrors, while in the middle was a round bed, laden with red silk sheets and two plush pillows.

I removed my mask and settled myself down.

“Have you brought a lot of women here?” I asked, watching him. I stretched out my hand to invite him closer.

“Sophie, I don't want to talk about that right now,” he said, sliding his hand down my cheek. He embraced me and lifted me onto my back. Delicately, he kissed my neck, stroking my arms and the sides of my body.

“What did you do to them? Did you whip them? Did you spread their legs with a beam?”

He froze, staring into my eyes for a few seconds, then frowned. “We're not talking about that,” he said seriously.

“I just want to understand it. What you like… what you would do to me.” I placed a hand under his shirt and kissed his neck.

“Everything – I would do everything.”

Everything, I thought. And I would do the rest.

“I would take you in every imaginable way,” he whispered, lifting my dress and stroking my butt with his warm hands.

I was suspended at these words. It was the way he looked at me. There was a spark of power in his eyes that ran deep, but I wanted to know just how deep.

“Let me see,” I said, straddling him. I pulled off my dress and my bra. “Let me try,” I added. “Anything you want, except the clamps.” I slid onto his body and kissed him. Adam flipped me underneath him and held me tightly.

“Close your eyes, Sophie.”

I did.

“You have to lose yourself. I want you to surpass your limits, but you have to trust me. Your only job is to feel pleasure, nothing else. I will guide you, but you have to surrender yourself to me.” His hands slid onto my hip. “Everything I do will have a single goal – pleasure, and only that. But you have to give yourself over to it… relinquish yourself. Free your mind, and focus only on the pleasure.”

I opened my eyes. His warm hands rolled across my breasts, producing a wave of shivers, finally settling on my nipples.

“Do you trust me?” uttered that silky voice.

Oh, I trust you, I thought.

“If you trust me, you'll be mine – without borders and without limits. I want to show you what absolute pleasure really means. So, tell me that you want this Sophie, please, because you can't imagine what you're doing to me right now.”

I was a slave to his voice, his lips, his hands, and his erection, now pressed against my stomach.

“I'm all yours,” I hissed.

I saw his expression metamorphose, from seductive to something much more ambiguous.

“Then get on all fours.”

Again, I obeyed.

He spread my legs apart and pushed a finger hard inside me. I froze.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck.

“Yes,” I muttered, poised with excitement

“Then sit up, but stay on your knees,” he said.

I did so.

Adam removed his clothes and approached one of the mirrors. He lightly touched a specific point and exposed the door of a cabinet, inside which was a collection of objects. He took a few.

“Adam?”

“Don't talk.”

On his return, he gagged me with a strap and ball, just like the girl we had observed. He blindfolded me and made me lie face down on the bed.

“I'm going to tie your hands to your ankles now,” he said.

First, he took my left arm and clasped a leather strap around my wrist, then bent my right leg backwards and tied the two together. He did the same with the remaining two limbs. He lifted my hips and slid me across the silky sheets to the edge of the mattress. It was an awkward position, unnatural, but then I felt his hands sail across my back, down my butt, and onto to my hot, wet vagina. If Adam were blessed with any gift then it was his hands, and what he could do with them. All of a sudden, the gentle foreplay was interrupted by a violent spank on my butt cheek. I gasped with a mixture of shock and pain.

And then another. I gasped again.

It went on for a long time. As he stimulated me with one hand, the other roamed my body, drifting the shores, before another sharp spank.

“Lose your inhibitions Sophie – give me your whole body.”

I arched my back in a spasm of excitement. It was a strange blend. The pleasure washed away the pain and created a new sensation. Slowly, I eased into it.

“Well done,” he praised.

I was already at the point of climax. He was the master of my body; he knew it better than I did. His timing was perfect and he knew exactly when to stop. He would show me the edge and then pull me right back. In that whirlwind of pleasure, my brain and my nervous system were in raptures.

As soon as I felt the tip of his penis, I raised myself so that he could fill me entirely.

This time, he whipped me so hard that the pleasure was shattered. Immediately after, however, he began to touch me and, once again, I lost my inhibitions – until the whip came crashing onto my butt cheek.

The pain was extreme. I recalled the expression of the woman beyond the glass – joy and suffering. It all became clear. The contrast fused into something else and my nerves were ablaze.

Another strike of the whip – the exact same spot. I couldn't take it any more. It was aching delight, carefully orchestrated. Through the restraints, I clung to his hand as my body was gripped by convulsions, which peaked in a shattering orgasm. At that moment, Adam prised my butt cheeks apart. I felt him spit on me and lubricate my anus with it. I froze again. We hadn't talked about this… or about anything really. He asked me to trust him. No boundaries, no limits, just our bodies. Calm… I had to stay calm. I held my breath for a few seconds and felt disconnected. My mind panicked as my body was gripped by pleasure. Sex had never been a big deal, but anal was another issue. Albert had deflowered it, so to speak, and it was an experience that I never wanted to repeat. My sphincter had gone into spasm and trapped his penis. It took a nurse to come and ‘liberate' us. Naturally, we were the laughing stock of everybody who heard the story. Since that incident, anal sex had been unthinkable. I didn't know what to do. Did part of me want this? Surely not. Suddenly I couldn't distinguish between fear and arousal. I couldn't speak, couldn't move besides involuntary writhing. One of his fingers sank into my rectum and, once again, I let myself go. He inserted another. Finally, with tremendous effort, he worked his penis into that narrow passage. I was breathing frantically, trying to harness the fear and the shock.

He pushed slowly, and this strange insertion seemed to go on indefinitely. It felt completely different, completely new. A satisfying kind of torture.

When he was fully inserted, he spread my legs wider and began to thrust. Slowly at first, then with more and more force. His pounding crotch aggravated the sores from the lash of the whip.

“I love how tight you are,” he said.

He whirled a lock of my hair between his fingers, pulled my head back and removed the blindfold.

“Look in the mirror, Sophie.”

I lifted my eyes to the mirror and saw nothing but blazing white. Still gagged, I tried to breathe deeply to clear the haze – a challenging feat with a deviated septum.