Haven Of Obedience (16 page)

Rob put his hands on the undersides of the brunette’s breasts, pushing them upwards until she gasped, but whether from pain or ecstasy Natalie couldn’t tell. Then he removed the nipple clamp from the girl’s left breast. She moaned with relief as the
blood coursed through the sensitive tissue once more and Rob fastened his mouth around it. His tongue licked the tip and the brunette began to shiver.

‘I want to come,’ she whispered.

‘Not yet,’ said Rob firmly as he removed his mouth from the sensitive area. Natalie was shocked when he abruptly replaced the nipple clamp and the brunette, despite pleading as she was meant to, was once again left with her pleasure frustrated.

Rob then repeated the process with the girl’s right breast. Only this time, when her body began to shake with mounting desire, she didn’t even bother to ask for permission to come. Clearly, she understood that permission would be denied: her eyes gazed imploringly at Rob but she never uttered a word. Again the nipple clamp was replaced and he moved behind her once more. His steps were purposeful – and Natalie saw that he was now fully erect.

He slid a small wooden block beneath the brunette’s feet so that her arms no longer bore her full weight. Then he parted her buttocks and his fingers began to caress between them. Natalie’s own buttocks clenched in an instinctive response to the sensations that she imagined the brunette would be feeling.

After a few minutes the girl began to whimper. ‘Please don’t
do
this,’ she gasped. ‘I can’t take much more.’

‘Of
course
you can,’ said Rob smoothly. ‘You’ve nearly completed the course: you understand your sexuality now, and so do we.
This
is what you really like,
this
is how you gain the maximum pleasure.’

‘No, it isn’t,’ cried the brunette. But Natalie could tell that the protest was half-hearted. Clearly the girl knew that Rob was telling her the truth. Somehow, during the course of her training, the girl had learned more about herself than she wanted to. And Rob was determined
that she should understand this before she left them. In this way, Natalie saw, the brunette would be liberated, her body free to enjoy sex in ways that she would never have allowed herself before coming to The Haven.

For several more minutes the fingers of Rob’s left hand continued to move around and between the girl’s buttocks. Then, very slowly, his right arm moved around the brunette so that he was able to stimulate her clitoris at the same time. Once his fingers had found the magic spot, the girl’s mouth opened in a gasp of ecstatic pleasure.

Now the brunette was shaking so much that Natalie was afraid she might fall off the wooden block. Rob appeared to have no such fears because, without any warning, he thrust himself abruptly into the girl’s anus, slamming his hips up against her so that she gave a scream of shock. But the busy fingers of his right hand ensured that any initial discomfort was quickly dissipated by the delicious sensations that were coursing through her lower belly.

With his left arm, Rob held the imprisoned girl steady as he thrust in and out of her taboo entrance. She began to utter keening sounds of pleasure as the forbidden caresses started to arouse her frantic body even more.

As the brunette continued to moan, a young tutor stepped forward from the shadows and silently removed the nipple clamps so that her nipples were finally free. As the blood rushed into them, forcing them into hard little points, the girl gave a scream. Once again it was difficult for Natalie to tell whether the cry was one of pleasure or pain.

Rob was completely lost in his own rhythm now. He moved around inside the girl’s secret opening, rubbing the incredibly sensitive walls of her rectum with his invading cock while at the same time his right hand
manipulated the soft, moist flesh between her thighs until she became half-delirious with pleasure.

Natalie felt suddenly afraid for the girl, afraid that she’d forget what she had to do. But the brunette had – finally – learned her lesson. ‘Please may I come now?’ she gasped, as her body tightened and the soft, pink flush of arousal spread over her chest and throat.

Rob pressed his mouth against her ear. ‘Yes,’ he whispered. And, to Natalie’s astonishment, as the brunette climaxed with a loud scream of ecstasy so too did she. Sharp shards of pleasure pierced through Natalie’s pubic mound and up through her lower belly, while her breasts swelled and her nipples throbbed. She climaxed without any warning: her body shook violently, just as the brunette’s did as she quivered from head to foot. The sound of her handcuffs rattling against the beam only served to emphasise her position of total subservience.

Natalie’s climax ended before the brunette’s. She watched the other girl’s final spasms of release while Simon stood behind her, his hands on her hips. She could feel his erection hard against her buttocks and realised that he knew what had happened to her. She should have been ashamed, but she wasn’t: she felt liberated and all her fear had vanished.

‘In a week’s time that will be you,’ Simon whispered. ‘What’s more, it won’t be Rob standing behind you. It will be me.’

Natalie didn’t answer him. But his words conjured up a vision of such dark, exciting eroticism that she wondered how she was going to get through the next week.

As the brunette slumped in exhaustion and Rob started to unfasten her bonds, Simon guided Natalie out of the room. ‘I think you’ve seen enough,’ he said, his voice expressionless. ‘It’s time for you to pack now.
We’ll see you again next Friday night. You don’t have to stay for the talk since you’re visiting us again.’

Natalie turned to him, longing to hear something more, something that would show her she was special. ‘Is that all you’ve got to say to me?’

‘No,’ he said slowly. ‘Don’t forget that you have to pay for next weekend before you leave or they won’t let you back in.’

His words shattered her. She’d been so sure that he, like she, would be personally looking forward to the next Sunday, that regarding it as a commercial transaction seemed like sacrilege. But there was nothing she could do about it.

Whether he meant it or not, he’d obviously decided that this was how he intended to play it. If there really was anything more between them than the normal relationship between tutor and pupil at The Haven then, clearly, it was going to be up to her to prove it on her next visit.

‘NICE WEEKEND?’ NATALIE’S SECRETARY
asked her as she arrived at her office the following morning.

‘Yes, thank you,’ she said, after a short pause for reflection.

‘Did you do anything special?’

Remembering the basement, Natalie wondered what Grace would say if she told her the truth. The scenes she’d witnessed there had certainly been special, but not in the way that her secretary meant. ‘I had a weekend break in the country, that’s all.’

‘Well, that’s different,’ said Grace brightly. ‘These days you seem to spend most of your weekends working, judging from the amount of typing I get given on a Monday morning. Does this mean you haven’t got anything for me at the moment?’

‘It does,’ confirmed Natalie.

She wished that she could stop thinking about the tethered brunette, and the way her body had quivered and shaken as Rob had forced her pleasure to explode. That image, together with the one of the bound man on the bed, was still etched incredibly clearly on her mind. ‘I’ll take my post through with me,’ she said, making an effort to get herself back into the mood for work. ‘Any important calls yet?’

‘Only one from Sara, reminding you that at eleven o’clock today you’re seeing that freelance journalist she recommended.’

Natalie frowned. ‘I don’t remember having an appointment to see any freelance journalist today’

‘It was arranged on Friday afternoon, just before you left.’

‘What’s his name?’

‘Sam Tudor.’

‘Oh.’ For one moment Natalie had nurtured the ridiculous hope that it might be Simon who was coming to see her. But then she realised how silly she was being. He was hardly likely to be interested in working for her when he’d made it clear how much he disliked dominating women, either at work or in the bedroom.

For the next hour and a half Natalie made endless phone calls as she started to pull together the articles she wanted for the next issue of the magazine. Then, far too soon, her phone buzzed.

‘Yes?’

‘Sam Tudor’s here to see you,’ said Grace.

‘Show him in,’ said Natalie, wondering why she was seeing the man in the first place. Sara must have told her that he was good, otherwise she certainly wouldn’t have bothered. But she had no recollection of their conversation. Presumably her weekend away had wiped it from her mind.

As the door opened she glanced up. For a moment she thought that her heart had stopped when she saw Simon framed in the doorway.

‘Mr Tudor?’ she asked.

‘That’s right.’

‘Please sit down. That will be all, thank you, Grace. Oh, perhaps you’d be kind enough to bring us some coffee.’

‘I’d prefer tea,’ said Simon.

‘A coffee for me and a tea for Mr Tudor.’ Natalie’s voice was icy.

‘You don’t look very pleased to see me,’ remarked Simon, glancing around her office.

‘I was expecting to see a Sam Tudor. That’s not your real name, is it?’

‘No, my real name’s Simon Ellis.’

‘Then why are you calling yourself Sam Tudor?’

‘Because I knew when Sara got me this interview that you were coming for two weekends at The Haven. I figured that you might not be too anxious to see me again, and I wanted to have a chance to show you my work.’

‘I imagine your work’s good. It must be if Sara recommends you. She’s very fussy.’

Simon nodded. ‘She certainly is.’

‘Meaning?’

He shrugged. ‘Nothing special.’

‘Is your relationship with her personal as well as professional?’

Simon smiled. ‘You know perfectly well that’s not a question I can answer.’

‘You mean she got to know you through The Haven?’ Natalie couldn’t disguise her astonishment. Of all the women that she knew, Sara Lyons was the biggest control freak she’d ever met. The thought of her subjugating herself to a man – any man – was incredible.

‘I didn’t say that,’ said Simon.

‘You didn’t have to. Anyway, what makes you think that you could write for my magazine? I wouldn’t have thought you understood the problems facing highflying businesswomen.’

‘On the contrary, because of my work at The Haven I understand their problems very well.’

‘I hope you’re not writing about The Haven!’ exclaimed Natalie.

‘Of course not. But I indirectly use some of the things I learn there in my articles.’

‘Have you brought one with you?’ asked Natalie, as Grace brought in their tea and coffee.

‘Sure. It’s called “Women Divided”.’

Natalie waited for Grace to leave before continuing the conversation. ‘It feels strange, talking to you like this,’ she confessed.

‘Not to me. Perhaps it’s because it’s difficult for you to feel quite as superior as you normally do when you remember how I’ve seen you. You mustn’t let it worry you. My work there and my journalism are completely separate.’

‘No, they’re not,’ retorted Natalie. ‘You’ve already said that you use The Haven to provide you with facts for your articles.’

‘Look, I knew this was going to be difficult for both of us,’ said Simon. ‘If you’d rather I went, then that’s fine. None of this was my idea in the first place. Sara fixed the meeting up without telling me. By the time I got to hear of it, it was too late. I couldn’t think of a good reason to turn down the chance of working for such a prestigious magazine.’

‘I take it you’re being sarcastic,’ said Natalie.

‘Not at all. Your magazine’s one of the big success stories of the year. I’d genuinely love to write for it.’

Natalie wished that she was as relaxed about the interview as Simon appeared to be. The trouble was, he was right. She couldn’t get the memory of the things that he’d seen her doing, and the control that he had over her, out of her mind. She felt as though she was sitting naked in front of him, and that made it extremely difficult for her to remain in her business mode.

Running her eyes over the article that he’d handed her she could see why he had said that his work at The Haven had influenced it. It was an extremely well written piece on the personal struggle between political correctness and their true desires that powerful women faced.

‘It’s very good,’ she said at last, raising her eyes and looking directly at Simon.

‘But?’

‘But what?’

‘I can tell that there’s a “but”. What’s the problem?’

‘I don’t really think it’s suitable for my magazine.’

‘Now that’s interesting,’ said Simon thoughtfully. ‘I wonder, could you spare me a few minutes to explain why?’

Natalie wanted him to go, but she lacked the courage to say so. He was behaving very well, and his request wasn’t an unreasonable one. It was her answer that was unreasonable, and she knew it. ‘I’m a bit pushed for time,’ she hedged.

Simon’s face became shuttered. ‘I see,’ he said shortly, getting to his feet. ‘Okay, thank you for seeing me.’

‘Wait,’ exclaimed Natalie.

‘What is it?’

‘I
should
explain why. Sit down for a moment, please. Anyway, you haven’t finished the tea that you wanted so badly.’

Simon picked up his cup. ‘What’s the problem with the article, then?’

‘It’s too chauvinistic. I don’t have a problem with men writing for the magazine. In fact, I’ve used several. But they have to be more in tune with the way our readers feel.’

‘I
am
in tune with the way your readers feel. I see them every weekend at The Haven. Do you really
think that if you don’t publish this article it becomes untrue?’

Natalie felt very awkward. ‘No, I know it’s true. What I don’t know is how our readers would react to it. I think they’d feel betrayed.’

‘Betrayed by who?’

‘By the magazine, of course. This isn’t what we’re about.’

‘I thought you were about the problems faced by successful businesswomen. Well, this is one of them. They’re not happy because they don’t dare express their true desires.’