Eight
Approaching the glass frontage of Elite Encounters, my mask was once again firmly in place. It had only been a short hop on the tube, and I spent my time surfing the net. The first thing I researched was Richard Mullane. I’d meant to last night, but I’d been so horny that had flown right out of the window. If James was going to ask me any more questions about him, I wanted to be prepared.
Searching through Google images, I finally found a picture of the man. I winced and then groaned out loud, making the old lady next to me shuffle up a couple of inches. It was a plus - she smelled of stale cigarettes and mothballs. What wasn’t so good was the fact that Richard Mullane was about thirty years old and had platinum blond hair. Clearly they started young in advertising. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. So, James Leverett knew I had been lying all along. How did I miss that? He’d given absolutely nothing away, and that tended to indicate the man was as skilled at subterfuge as I was, which meant I was in lots of trouble. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Mullane’s face blurred in front of me as I considered my next move. Turn around and go home or brazen it out. I rubbed my forehead as I considered my predicament. So, he knew I was a liar. So what? I bet half of his clients told far bigger lies than I did. Well, a quarter at least. They weren’t going to advertise the fact they were kinky, were they? He was probably used to it, which is why he didn’t even bat an eyelid. I was just a number. Get a grip, I told myself. Switching my phone off, I tossed it in my satchel and tried not to think about the afternoon ahead.
When I entered Elite Encounters, I was frozen to the bone, even though the ambient temperature outside was close to eighteen degrees Celsius. It must have been my blood pressure plummeting through the floor as the revolving door sucked me in and spat me out. I staggered a couple of steps towards the receptionist, and I swear the twenty-year-old brunette looked at me as if I was drunk.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes looked me up and down, and obviously I was not one of the usual clients that frequented James’s sessions. She, on the other hand, was all poised elegance, wearing a fitted navy Chanel suit and high-heeled pumps, accompanied by bright pink fingernails. I immediately felt inferior, and I was wearing red lipstick.
“I’m fine,” I said with a weak smile. “It’s my first time and I’m a bit nervous.” It wasn’t a lie. I pushed my black leather satchel over my shoulder and smoothed out some non-existent wrinkles in my skin-tight jeans, wondering what I was supposed to do next.
She smiled at me kindly. “I’m sure it won’t be your last. James is very good at what he does.” The smile I tried to give her in return nearly cracked my lips. I refrained from telling her that I wouldn’t be coming back to sample James’s many talents again, however.
“Umm, do I go straight through, or should I wait here for James?” My voice wobbled slightly, and I swallowed.
“You can follow me. I’ll show you to the playroom and leave you to strip. There are some coat hooks, and you’ll find a chair to the left of the door where you can leave your things. James will expect you to be kneeling on the floor with your arms folded behind your back when he enters.”
“Right.” Another swallow.
“My name’s Annalise, by the way,” she said.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her real name, but I smiled at her back and followed the sharp click of her heels. We moved quickly down a long corridor, and there were large wooden doors to the left and right of me. They were numbered with brass letters, but there was nothing else to indicate their use. I had to go all the way down to the end of the corridor before my room came into view. Number ten. So that meant that ten sessions could be going on at the same time. I wondered if I’d be able to hear anyone else screaming, before dismissing the random thought.
“This is your room,” she said unnecessarily. “Do you have any questions before you go in?”
I had hundreds, but I wasn’t going to voice any of them to her. “No, no questions. Thank you, Annalise.”
She gave me a nod and a smile, turned around on a heel, and bounced away. I put my hand on the door handle, asked myself for the thousandth time that day if this was a really good idea, and then pushed it open. I had made my decision yesterday. Now I just had to go through with it.
When the door closed behind me, I felt more scared than I had ever been in my life. Considering that I regularly dance with murderers and kill in cold blood, this is a big deal to me for some reason. I am scared of feeling something for the first time in months, but I am also scared of not feeling anything. I am scared that this session will work, and drowning in anxiety that it won’t. The loss of control frightens me, but conversely excites me at the same time. I’m beginning to wonder if I have finally taken on more than I can handle, before shaking my head firmly. I can do anything. Well, nearly anything. I draw the line at skydiving without a parachute.
As my eyes slowly take in the surrounding space, my mouth hangs open. The room is full of all sorts of interesting pieces of apparatus, and I whistle through my teeth as gleaming steel frames and bolts blind me. It’s more to do with the harsh LED lighting above, but the effect is dazzling. There’s also lots of black leather, a wall full of paddles and whips, and a large wooden X-frame. The exam table that James talked about is tucked neatly to the rear of the room, but features a pristine white mattress, stirrups, and heavy restraints. I start breathing a whole lot faster than I should and close my eyes. Get undressed, idiot.
The chair and coat hooks that Annalise mentioned are indeed to the left of me, and I swing my satchel off my shoulders and open it up. It’s time to fill it with my clothes. The black sweater comes off first, and my lace bra swiftly follows it. I sit on the red plastic chair, which looks rather out of place considering all the leather everywhere and remove my flat ballet pumps. Wriggling out of my jeans, I fold all of my clothes loosely and stuff them in my bag. Take off your panties. Oh God, deep breath, you can do this. Standing up, I hook two thumbs under either side of the black panties and drag them over my butt and down my legs. I practically throw them in my bag in my hurry to buckle it up. Perhaps I won’t feel quite as naked when I’m sitting down.
I opt for the middle of the room and sink to the floor. I remember Annalise’s words – you need to be kneeling on the floor with your arms folded behind your back. I follow her instructions to the best of my ability. It is not a particularly comfortable position. The floor is hard, wooden, and cold. My right hand grips my left elbow and vice versa, and this action seems to push my chest out. Good luck with that, James, I almost smirk. I haven’t got an awful lot to admire in that department. Sighing, I try to relax. Now that I have followed all instructions to the letter, there is nothing left to do but wait.
Although it seems like forever, the watch on my wrist tells a different story. The secondhand ticks softly with precision workmanship, and though I urge it to move faster, it ignores me. I desperately want to fidget, but instead I breathe deeply. There are cameras in this room. Although I surreptitiously noted four to the rear of the room on entry, there was no way of obtaining an accurate figure without being obvious about my observations. A girl in advertising shouldn’t be able to spot covert IP cameras, and even though James already knew that for a lie, I wasn’t going to give him any more clues. I’d play the silly girl game, and he could draw his own conclusions.
Closing my eyes, I straightened my back and tried to clear my mind of the swirling rubbish that insisted on residing there. It was obvious he was going to make me wait, so I might as well use my time productively. Using some meditation and breathing exercises, I got some perspective on the situation and calmed myself down. Whatever happens, I have a safe word. One word and I’ll be out of here. It wouldn’t come to that, but the bottom line was that this was a reputable agency and James wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to. He would push, yes, but that was to be expected. All I needed to do was to rely on my training and keep my wits about me. How hard could it be?
When the door opened behind me, there was no sound. The only indication that another person was in the room was a draft of air against my back. Remaining ramrod straight, I didn’t move a muscle, but my heart was considering an escape plan outside of my body.
There was a pause, and then heavy footsteps began approaching. The first thing I saw was a pair of black leather boots, and as my eyes trailed up from the floor, my vision swam with black - black jeans and a black dress shirt. Did he think he was going to a funeral?
“Head down.” He placed his hand against the top of my head and pushed down, as if I was an imbecile who couldn’t understand direct orders. My eyes stared at the wood grain beneath me and smarted. This was a mistake.
His voice softened. “You never look a dominant directly in the eye unless you’re ordered to. Etiquette generally requires that your eyes be dipped towards the floor. Judging by your inability to look at me yesterday, I shouldn’t think you’ll have too many problems with that. Right, stand up.”
I got to my feet unsteadily, mostly because my hands were still behind my back, but eventually I stood tall and awaited his next command. My eyes were firmly on the floor, and my cheeks were flaming.
“Look at me.”
James had barely been in the room thirty seconds and already I found him infuriating. “You just said I wasn’t to look you in the eye unless…” My voice trailed off as I realised my own mistake.
His lips twitched. “You have two ears and one mouth, young lady. If you want to survive this session, you must listen twice as much as you try to speak. Failure to do so will have… consequences.”
The way he said consequences made me shiver, but I still couldn’t bring my eyes up to his. Gah. I needed to get over this. A finger under my chin solved the problem for me. “How do you feel?”
My mouth opened, but it took me a couple of seconds to formulate a sentence. He waited patiently whilst I drank in the sight of his face and the view that his open shirt provided. My eyes trailed up his abs, which I was not at all surprised by, and then they found an intricate web of tattoos. It was official. The man was swoon worthy and could probably model for Versace. Reluctantly raising my head up to his beautiful face, which hadn’t seen a razor since yesterday, I found his piercing blue eyes once more. They went right through me. “Umm, nervous, tense, and a little bit of scared witless,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Did you fill out that limits form?”
I shook my head, and his expression was furious. I resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. I was getting emotional, which was exactly why I had come here, but it was far too soon. The effect the man had on me was startling.
“Then you have every right to be nervous, because I am an utter bastard.” James looked downright evil as he spoke, and I didn’t doubt his words.
“Then show me what you can do,” I whispered.
His mouth hardened into a tight line at my insolence. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he placed his hand in the small of my back and marched me over to a padded leather bench. “Drape yourself over that. Legs stay on the floor, shoulder width apart, and your arms should be stretched out in front of you.” It was clear Mr. Nice Guy had left the building, though I wasn’t sure he had ever entered. James Leverett didn’t look like the type to play fair. He looked more like my type, but that didn’t mean I wanted to date him. He had a ruthless air about him, and he struck me as one of those guys that wanted not only to win, but needed to. I suspected he pushed the envelope in every direction and took no prisoners. He was exactly what I needed right now.
Obeying his orders, I pressed my naked body into the firm, cool leather and stretched out. I felt less naked like this, although the thought was absurd. When a band of leather circled my left ankle, I jumped. He didn’t make a sound behind me, but I could almost imagine what he was thinking. She’s a crackpot, and she’s going to lose her shit within ten minutes. I had news for him. It would take the full two hours, possibly more, if he wanted to “break me,” as he put it, though I hoped not. Another band of leather encircled my other foot.
“How long do you think you’ll last, Ms. Reeves?”
Ha! I was right on the money. He came around to face me, and though he stared at my eyes intently, I made him wait for my answer.
“Probably the full two hours.”
“I have news for you. No one has ever lasted the full two hours with me.” Another band imprisoned me, this time around my wrist.
“Ooh, a challenge,” I said, and I had to bite my tongue from saying anything more.
“Do you know, Ms. Reeves, never has a pert backside looked so damned inviting.”
I laughed. The last band was fastened, and I tested them for good measure. “I think they’ll hold,” I said impishly.
“I know they will. What I’m more worried about is whether you’ll hold it together. I will be very disappointed if you safe-word within the first ten minutes.” I couldn’t see his face behind me, but I guessed he was rolling his eyes.
“You wish. I’ll hold it together. I just hope you have the stamina to keep up with me.” The truth was, I’d been holding it together for so long, I seemed to be physically unable to do anything else. That was my problem.
He snorted. “We’ll see about that.”
Then James did something unexpected. He began to unbuckle my wristwatch.
“Hey, I need that,” I complained.
“That’s why I’m removing it,” he said. “You may have noticed there are no clocks in this room. There’s a reason for that. I don’t want you to know how much time you have left. For the next two hours, you are going to live for the moment, and besides, you’ll be far too busy to clock watch.” Pulling it away from my hand, he walked over to the corner of the room and pushed it through the opening in my bag.
Then he came back and took a handful of my hair again, but this time he held it gently in his fingers. “I’m going to tie it up, so it doesn’t get caught in anything.” Threading his fingers through my straightened hair, he gathered it all up neatly and fastened an elastic band to the nape of my neck, making a long ponytail. He then doubled this up, which formed a makeshift bun.
“Remind me of your safe words again. I find I’m very keen to begin reddening your backside, Ms. Reeves.”
Resting my chin upon the soft, cool leather of the bench, I took a deep lungful of air and said, “They haven’t changed since yesterday.” I knew damn well he hadn’t forgotten. He was just making sure that I hadn’t.
Behind me, James cleared his throat. “You are not the first submissive to play hardball with me, Ms. Reeves, but by the end of this session, I will have you compliant, or so help me God, I’ll offer you a refund.”
I shot up in the air as he began to run his hands up the length of my body. He started at my calves, kneading and massaging, and then moved up to my ass. I’d expected his hands to be slapping my backside by now, so the gentle pressure was surprising. The man was clearly trying to keep me off balance. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, though. Little shivers of tantalising delight were creeping up my spine, and it was with shock that I realised I was already wet. It was a little embarrassing, and I had to work hard to keep my moans inside my mouth.
Continuing his gentle path, he pressed along each vertebrae of my spine for a few seconds before he moved upwards. He treated my shoulders to more of the same bliss from his fingertips, before he finally wrapped his hands around my neck. My eyes widened.
“Are you going to answer my earlier question, Lois, or shall I start fighting dirty?” His two thumbs pressed gently upon my trachea to let me know he was serious, and a feeling of utter helplessness coursed through me. It had been a long time since I’d felt such an emotion. It was sobering. His thumbs pressed a little harder at my hesitation to answer, and I almost choked.
“Traffic light system,” I spluttered. “Green, yellow, red.”
The fingers were immediately removed, but the aftereffects still lingered. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and I was now in red alert mode.
“So, you can listen. That’s good to know.”
I growled. “Nasty trick.”
“I’m full of them, sweetheart. Each time you push, I’ll shove right back.”
I believed him.
“Okay, now that I have your attention, I’m going to begin the warm-up. I’ll also give you a word of advice, which I wouldn’t normally do, but I am conscious that you are a novice. Listen up, Lois. Do not tense your body. Relax into the spanking. The pain will build up in increments, and at first you won’t notice yourself straining, but take it from me - the more you fight it, the more it will hurt.”
No more words were forthcoming from James. Before I’d had a chance to compose myself, I felt the sting of his palm in the sweet spot of my butt. I’m not going to lie - the contact stung, but it was bearable. He alternated each ass cheek from right to left with impressive speed for a few seconds, probably warming me up as he so elegantly put it, and then he slowed down, which thankfully stopped my teeth rattling in my head and allowed me to process each smack.
Soon, I began to tingle all over, and somehow the spanking that James was administering was connecting the dots all over my body with an intensity that was frightening. My skin started to flush, and the heat began to build. James’s palm was firm and unyielding, and it unerringly hit the same spot. It wasn’t long before each smack began to burn.
It was an insidious heat. It began with a few flickering flames, moved on to a well-tended blaze, and before I knew it, my backside had turned into the mouth of a live volcano. My whole body stiffened painfully in preparation for each new smack, and I realised I was doing exactly what James had told me not to. If I didn’t do something soon, this session would be over before it had barely begun, and that would be hideously embarrassing. My pride wouldn’t let me surrender so soon, even if my ass was screaming at the top of its lungs.
With a conscious effort, I managed to relax. I let myself fall back into the bench and began my meditation breathing exercises once more. James was right - as soon as I released the tension from the coiled spring that my body had become, the pain was more manageable. It didn’t go away - don’t get me wrong, but if I focused on it, I could contain the spreading fire.
“What’s your name?”
The question shocked me. My body instantly tensed up again, and my eyes watered.
“Lois Reeves,” I stammered.
The spanking stopped, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“We both know that’s not your real name. I am also certain you do not work in advertising, and that’s not just because you can’t describe your boss. That was sloppy preparation, by the way, Lois. If you’re going to lie, make sure you do your research thoroughly.” He made a clucking sound with his tongue. “So, what am I going to do with you?”
Oh, my God. My head was whirling. He had seen through me. He was far more astute than I realised. Beginning to wonder if I’d made a terrible mistake in coming here, I felt my blood pressure rocket.
“Relax, Lois. I’m not here to learn your secrets. Well, not those stored inside your head.” His fingers trailed over the reddened globes of my ass, and my body strained against the cuffs as I tried to escape his touch. It was a mixture of pain and suffocating arousal that those hands dealt, and I didn’t know which was worse.
“I think you’re enjoying yourself, Lois. It’s too much fun seeing you spread naked and squirming.”
“I have not been squirming,” I said, outraged, because it had taken nearly every ounce of willpower I had to remain still.
“I think you need to be punished.”
“I am being punished,” I groaned. “My backside stings like someone’s dragged it along a mile of tarmac.”
He laughed. “Not yet, it doesn’t, but it will, Lois. Until I have my answers, I will work you over with a deadly kind of enthusiasm. You’ll learn to love it as much as you hate it by the time I’ve finished with you.” He pinched the top of my butt cheek to let me know he was serious, before his fingers ran down the dipped valley of my ass. “Are you wet for me, I wonder?”
His fingers trailed lower, and I knew where they were headed. I groaned at the thought of him feasting his eyes between my legs. Humiliation warred with arousal, and I was pretty certain I knew which one would win. When two fingers slid into me, with no resistance whatsoever, I wanted to bury my face into the leather in front of me. To make matters worse, James had beautifully long fingers, and they felt amazing inside me. A whimper of need escaped, and there was nothing I could do to hide it.
“You’re drenched, Lois.” I heard footsteps, and then there he was, looming in front of me. “So beautiful. So wet.” He placed his middle and index finger on my bottom lip. “Suck them. I want you to taste yourself.”
I moaned in heat at those words, and as soon as my mouth opened, he thrust his fingers inside me. Sucking upon them hard, I watched him smile.
“Good girl. Suck them clean. That’s right.” He patted my head with his free hand in a condescending manner, but I didn’t care. My whole body was alive with tormented need. “How do you taste, Lois? Tell me.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with an audible pop and waited for my reply. I was face to face with the crotch of his jeans, and the bulge I saw there confirmed that he was not unaffected by me. Good. I didn’t want this to be one-sided.
“Salty, musky, sweet, and syrupy. I like it,” I added, surprised.
“Good. Now look at me,” he said quietly.
I had to strain my head upward to reach his face, but when I did so, he was smiling, and that was when I found him at his most devastating.
“Are you anywhere close to safe-wording yet?”
“No,” I whispered, breathing hard and wishing he would get on with our session. I was beginning to crave one of those orgasms he had mentioned yesterday. I had a feeling they were going to blow my mind.
“Then I haven’t done my job properly. Okay, how can we rectify this? Tell you what, I’ll let you choose… the paddle, the flogger, or the riding crop?”
My breath caught. I looked at the wall and examined row upon row of wooden, plastic, and leather implements. Remembering our conversation from yesterday, I recalled him saying that he would normally use the flogger next, so I guessed I’d opt for that. I wasn’t feeling quite as brave as I had been this morning, so increasing my pain tolerance in small increments might be a wise idea.
When a hand squeezed my left ass cheek, I yelped.
“Well, Lois? Don’t keep me waiting.” He had a handful of my flesh firmly grasped between his fingers, and I had to blink twice before I got my mouth to cooperate.
“The flogger,” I mewled.
Sucking in a hiss of breath as he released his grip, I watched him stride over to the wall. The man looked like a fucking god dressed up in the black getup he wore, and I had a rare moment to myself, dribbling over his pert backside. Men didn’t do things like this to me - ever. For the first time in my life, my hormones had made an appearance, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the experience.
“I think we’ll go with this one,” he said, picking up a short, black leather flogger with a woven handle. He swished it through the air experimentally a couple of times, and I found myself wincing already. I wondered how many minutes I’d endured so far and bit my lip.
James, as per normal, instantly read my mind. “Five minutes down, one hour and fifty-five minutes to go. Time to get on with the warm-up, Lois.”
Five minutes! It had seemed like much, much longer than that. I instantly began to have doubts as to whether I’d last the whole session, and it had barely begun. This was so unlike me that I had to do a double take for a second.
“Nice choice, by the way. With the flogger, I can warm up your back, the sides of your breasts, the tops of your thighs, and your ass. You’re going to be tingling all over by the time I’m finished, but first, I’m going to have a little fun with you.”
“You mean you’re not already?” I said dryly, rattling the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
“Not nearly enough, Lois.”
There was a chuckle, and I figured that was not a good sound. I heard him walking around behind me, and before I knew what was happening, something impossibly large was being pressed into my pussy.
“What the hell?” I squawked, and my backside bounced up and down in the air as if there was a possibility of avoiding the intruder.
“Stay still, Lois. It’s just a dildo. I’m going to fill you up and watch you squirm.” With one hand on my ass pressing me down into the leather, he slowly twisted the large plastic dildo inside me. I had no idea how big that thing was behind me, but it felt enormous… and… wonderful. There must have been a tapered end to its design, because with a final firm push, it slotted itself neatly inside of me.
“Does it feel good?”
“Umm…” I said. It did feel good, too good if I were honest, but I saw no reason to tell him that.
“That good, huh? Well, let’s see if it feels better now.” He swatted my ass firmly with his hand, making me yelp, and suddenly my insides began to shake.
“What the hell…” I mumbled to myself, as the whole of my nether regions appeared to have taken on a life of their own.
“It’s a remote-control vibrating dildo.” The man sounded remarkably pleased with himself. “I can up the intensity like this…” he said, and I squeaked as my eyeballs began rolling about in my head, “or I can change the pattern of the vibrations like that.” I was positive someone had just taken a jackhammer to my small intestine. The thing inside me was industrial grade and dangerous.
“You… can’t…” I had to take a breath because breathing had suddenly become difficult, “buy-things-like-this-in-the-shops.” The last half of the sentence sounded like one very long word. It was almost impossible to believe, but already I was on the cusp of orgasm.
“No, we have them specially made for our purposes. But if you think that’s good, just wait until I get the wand.”
Oh, God. If this was mediocre by his standards, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to find out what the wand could do.
“I have one question before I begin round two.” James dragged the flogger over the back of my neck, and his fingernail traced a slow path up my spine. His touch was electric. Squatting down in front of me, he waited until his eyes were level with mine before he spoke. “Have you had anal sex before, Lois?”
My cheeks exploded with heat. It took me a moment before I summoned enough courage to answer that question. “Umm… why does that matter? You’ve already mentioned you aren't going to have sex with me.” I had a feeling I would have to answer him regardless, but I wanted to put that moment off for as long as possible.
“I’m not. The question is important, however, because it will indicate what size butt plug I will begin our session with. If you choose not to answer, I’ll just go with large and hope for the best.” He pulled out a massive, jelly-like, black rubber thing from his pocket and waved it in front of my face. “Does this look good for starters?” The smile on his face was nothing short of monstrous.
I just gaped at him. Speaking was a little beyond me at that point.
“Lois? Last chance. Have you had anal before? I’m more than happy to start hammering this in…”
“No,” I whimpered. “Never.” My face had just turned an unpleasant shade of grey.
“This is why you fill out the limits form, Lois. Then I’d have known you were an anal virgin.” James shook his head. “Okay, I’ll go easy on you. We’ll start with a slightly smaller one.”
That didn’t exactly inspire me with confidence. As James disappeared from sight, I tried madly to crane my neck around and find out what was happening, but the cuffs and stretched nature of my body would not cooperate. I was left high and dry, and for all intents and purposes, blind.
“You keep yourself in superb shape for an advertising exec,” James commented. “Judging by the muscle tone on your body, you spend most of your time engaged in physical activity, which doesn’t really fit with an office-based job.”
I would have snapped back some reply about me being a fitness freak, but he chose that moment to smear freezing cold lube inside my ass, and that put an end to any small talk.
Squirming madly under the single finger inside me, unsure of whether I was feeling pleasure or pain at his touch, James slapped my backside again. It was hard enough that I stilled instantly.
“Stop that. It’s only a little plug, and I’ll go slowly. If you keep thrashing around, I’ll get the crop out, and believe me when I say you won’t like that much.”
I believed him. Lying as still as I could, I panted heavily as one finger became two. James didn’t play fair. He had one hand underneath me working my clit whilst this was going on, not to mention the dildo that was playing havoc with my internal organs. I curled my body up as tight as a bowstring and felt each jarring movement within me.
“Shh, Lois. Stop fighting me. It’ll go easier on you if you relax.” I took him at his