Haven Of Obedience (18 page)

‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised. After she’d slipped off
her clothes she took the bottle of perfumed oil that he handed her. ‘Where do I go to put this on?’

‘You don’t go anywhere, you do it here. Do it as slowly and sensually as you can. That should give Craig his first taste of the pleasures that are to come.’

The young man on the bed propped himself up on one elbow. His green eyes stared at Natalie with interest. She felt more embarrassed than she’d expected, not because of Craig but because Simon was standing so close to her. Although he gave no indication that he was in the least bit turned on by the sight of her naked body she knew that he must be. She also knew that the moment her hands started to spread the oil over herself, her body would begin to tingle. Her excitement would be increased by the fact that Simon was watching, but it was an excitement that she would have to suppress since he’d made it clear that during this session it was Craig’s pleasure that mattered and not hers.

‘Is there something wrong?’ asked Simon.

Natalie hastily poured some oil into her right hand and then spread it over her belly. Some of it trickled down the creases of her groin and she shivered as her nerve endings twitched at the arousing sensation. Because of this it was easy for her to move her hand lower, covering her vulva and inner thighs with the sensual slippery liquid. Finally she oiled her breasts and pulled at her nipples, stretching them out as she massaged the oil into them. By the time she’d finished, her nipples were fully erect, the tips tingling deliciously, and she could see Craig’s cock starting to stir.

Following Simon’s softly murmured instructions she got on to the bed and straddled Craig, who was now lying on his back with his head and shoulders supported on a pile of pillows. Her thighs were over his lower abdomen and she began to massage the oil that
she’d previously spread over herself across his chest, shoulders and arms.

Initially Natalie spread the oil with the palms of her hands, letting them slide over his skin. Then, as Craig’s eyelids drooped, she kneaded his muscles with her fingers, digging more deeply into his flesh.

After a while, and still following Simon’s instructions, she massaged Craig’s abdomen in the same way until she could feel his erection pressing up against her. She eased herself back over his thighs a little, sliding smoothly over his flesh because of her oiled body. Then, as his penis stirred and grew, she carefully lowered herself on to the underside of his erection.

She could feel Craig’s hips twitching and jerking beneath her as she gently rubbed the underneath of his penis with her vagina. Then, leaning forward, she grasped his wrists and pushed his hands up above his head, holding them firmly against the pillow. Once she had him in this position she was able to move her oiled breasts and nipples over his chest, rubbing herself up and down and from side to side until his nipples too grew erect. The previously flat pink buds had tiny hard points to them, and she shivered as the sweet ache of desire started to grow deep within her belly.

Although Natalie was following Simon’s instructions carefully, Craig was clearly under no such restraints. In order to increase his own pleasure he raised his knees, which allowed her to slide her oiled thighs up and down his. She balanced herself on his knees, sliding her hands forwards down his taut thigh muscles, and then let her fingers touch the underside of his scrotum. Immediately his already quickening breathing grew faster and his testicles swelled as his climax grew even closer.

Simon’s orders became more precise as he carefully followed the progress of the couple on the bed. Natalie
found herself slithering up and down Craig’s thighs, pressing her genitals close to his until his mouth opened and he began to gasp with ecstasy. Then she would be ordered to raise herself up once more, and she would have to start massaging his upper torso again until the dangerous point of no return receded. Then she would once more be allowed to rub herself against him.

Natalie was surprised at how turned on she was by Craig’s obvious excitement. It wasn’t simply the delicious sensations that were caused when she pressed herself against him that aroused her, it was also watching his desire mount and knowing that she was giving him such pleasure. For the first time she understood that there could be as much enjoyment in giving pleasure as in simply receiving it, but despite this she ached for a climax of her own. She hoped against hope that Simon would take pity on her and allow her to release all the incredible tension that had built inside her as she’d aroused Craig.

‘I’m going to come soon,’ Craig groaned as Natalie, momentarily forgetting herself, rocked her pelvis from side to side so that her clitoris was stimulated and her breasts grew heavy with desire.

‘I want him to come between your breasts, Natalie,’ said Simon. ‘It’s up to you to decide how to do it.’

Natalie turned her head to glance at him, hardly able to believe that her own pleasure was to be stopped so abruptly in order to satisfy Craig. But the expression on Simon’s face was implacable. Clearly it was going to be as he’d said, and tonight she would have to remain frustrated. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t repress a small groan of despair as she climbed off Craig. Then, separating his thighs, she knelt between his outspread legs, bent forward from the waist and trapped his straining erection between her soft, throbbing breasts.

As she rubbed at them, moving them around the shaft of his straining cock, she started to tremble. But Craig was so near to coming that there was no danger of her climax being allowed time to build. All the muscles in his body tightened and he groaned with ecstasy. Then, within seconds, his hips were pumping furiously as his body contorted in spasms of rapture and the hot, white fluid pumped out of him and trickled over her breasts.

As Craig gave a sigh of relief and his body relaxed, Natalie felt a surge of resentment because her own body was still so tight and needy. However, Simon didn’t give her time to think about it for very long. ‘You can go now, Craig,’ he said. ‘Put on a towelling robe and take your clothes with you. I haven’t quite finished with Natalie.’

‘You were very good,’ said Craig appreciatively to Natalie as he obeyed. ‘If we ever meet outside The Haven, you must remind me who you are. We could have some good times together.’

‘That’s enough,’ said Simon, clearly angered by the man’s comments. ‘You know the rules, Craig. You’re not allowed to make assignations with any of our clients.’

‘It’s a free world,’ said Craig and with one final appreciative glance at the naked Natalie he left.

‘Well, how did I do?’ she demanded.

‘Very well. Did you enjoy it?’

‘Yes,’ she admitted. ‘It felt good watching him get so turned on.’

‘And it turned you on, too?’

Natalie nodded. ‘I don’t think you really needed to ask that, did you?’

‘It doesn’t turn all women on, only the truly sensual ones. I expect you’re feeling pretty frustrated right now,’ he added. It seemed to Natalie that his voice was more gentle than usual.

‘Yes,’ she agreed, with a sudden surge of hope.

‘So am I.’

‘What do you mean?’ she asked.

‘I mean that watching you with Craig turned me on as well. The only difference is, I can get you to do something about it.’

Natalie stared at him. ‘You wouldn’t!’

‘Of course I would. What’s more, I’m going to. Here, let’s see you use your expertise on this.’

As he unzipped himself, Natalie stood trembling in front of him, not with fear but with rage. It had been bad enough having to pleasure Craig without getting any satisfaction herself. But to know that she’d turned Simon on and to have to leave the room the only frustrated person that night was almost unendurable.

However, even though she suspected that Simon had added this part of the lesson on for his own gratification she still didn’t dare disobey him. If it wasn’t on the official agenda, then in a way it was proof that he was more affected by her than he should be. In any case, she longed to take him in her mouth and suck him dry.

Without him having to say any more she kneeled in front of him. She cupped his already tight testicles in her hands for a few seconds before stroking the underside of his rigid erection with her thumbs. Then she enveloped him with her lips.

She ran her tongue around his glans, allowing her teeth to graze lightly the tender flesh before dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at its end.

When Natalie did this Simon’s hands gripped her shoulders tightly and his legs started to tremble. He was obviously trying to hold back, to make his pleasure last, but she was too clever for him. She closed the fingers of her right hand around his shaft and moved them rhythmically up and down whilst at the
same time sucking on the purple tip. She also let the fingers of her left hand stray beneath his testicles to caress his perineum. This combination proved his undoing.

With gratifying speed Simon gave a shout that was half dismay and half pleasure. Then she was literally sucking him dry, just as she’d wanted. Although her own desperate need for a climax still hadn’t been eased she had the satisfaction of knowing that for him the pleasure had come far too quickly.

Reluctantly, Natalie released Simon’s wilting erection from her mouth and then stood up, her taut, naked body the silent witness to her own arousal.

Simon nodded to himself, and she realised that he knew she’d deliberately hastened his climax because he hadn’t allowed her one. Not that he could complain: he hadn’t ordered her to go slowly or make him last. All the same, she sensed that what she’d done would go against her the following day.

‘Excellent,’ he said politely. ‘You’ve grown very proficient at pleasuring men. Tomorrow we’ll see how proficient you’ve become at being pleasured in different ways from those that you were once used to.’

‘What’s going to happen?’ asked Natalie.

‘Tomorrow you’ll be completely helpless,’ said Simon. ‘Not helpless in the way that the girl in the basement was helpless last Sunday, but helpless because you won’t be able to do anything to control how your pleasure is allowed to build and spill.’

Natalie began to feel nervous again. ‘Will it be in a group?’

‘No, it will just be you and one man.’

‘Is he someone I know?’

‘Oh, yes,’ said Simon, and now she could detect a distinct note of satisfaction in his voice. ‘You know him very well indeed.’

‘Is Anil back for a second weekend?’ she asked eagerly.

Simon frowned. ‘Anil?’

‘Yes, you must remember him. We were picked to go together last Saturday after—’

‘Oh, yes, of course, Anil. No, I’m sorry to disappoint you but Anil isn’t here this weekend.’

‘Then who’s the man?’

‘Why, me, of course,’ said Simon. ‘Good night.’ With that he walked out of the door, leaving Natalie to get dressed and take her throbbing, frustrated body back to her room.

She knew that she would masturbate to a climax when she showered, otherwise she’d never be able to sleep. But the pleasure wouldn’t be the same as it would have been had Craig or Simon given it to her. In any case, Simon, with his parting words, had taken the edge off any pleasure that she might give herself. Because now she was very nervous indeed about her next lesson.

THE NEXT MORNING NATALIE
awoke with a start to the sound of her door crashing open. She sat up in bed, her heart racing. ‘What’s the matter?’ she asked anxiously, as Simon moved swiftly to the side of her bed.

‘Nothing,’ he said brusquely, and before she could say another word he’d covered her eyes with a soft blindfold. Fear flooded through her and she reached up to try and clear her vision.

‘Don’t touch the blindfold,’ he warned her. ‘If you remove it, then you must leave. It’s part of your lesson.’

‘What are you going to do to me?’ She despised herself for the slight tremor in her voice.

‘No more questions.’

With that, he pulled her out of bed and jerked her nightdress off over her head before tying her wrists loosely in front of her with a piece of soft cord. Immediately she felt both helpless and vulnerable. Although her wrists weren’t tied tightly, and she knew that it would be possible to free herself, she also knew that if she did then undoubtedly this too would mean that she had to leave. The cord was a symbol of her submission.

Despite understanding the reason for what was happening to her Natalie was still afraid, and her fear increased as Simon manhandled her out of the bedroom. She could hear voices coming from along the corridor as other residents went to breakfast. When Simon removed his hands from her shoulders and stepped away from her she began to quiver with humiliation.

Natalie realised how she must look to other people, standing there totally exposed. But whilst she felt humiliated she was also becoming aroused by the situation. She could feel her nipples hardening and there was a gentle throbbing between her thighs, a dull ache that told her clearly that she was growing excited.

‘Are we allowed to touch her?’ she heard a man ask.

‘Of course,’ said Simon.

Instinctively Natalie took a step backwards but almost immediately found herself trapped against the wall of the long corridor. The strange man’s hands reached out and caressed her breasts for a few minutes. Then she felt a tongue lick the hard, aching tips of her nipples for a few tantalising seconds before, with a soft laugh, the man moved on.

‘Stay exactly where you are,’ Simon commanded her. ‘I’ll be back in about ten minutes.’

‘Ten minutes!’ cried Natalie. ‘I can’t stand out here naked for ten minutes!’ But her protest was in vain because there was no reply. Now she was left shivering and alone, waiting for Simon’s return.

All around her she heard the sound of doors opening and closing, and at regular intervals people walked past her. Occasionally hands caressed her, sometimes women’s hands and sometimes men’s, but the touches were only fleeting. They were enough to cause her nerve endings to flicker with desire, skilled and knowing but never sufficient to do more than
sustain the level of arousal. Arousal that, if she was honest, had begun when Simon had dragged her from her bed.