Haven Of Obedience (22 page)

Natalie stood tall and straight as the auburn-haired girl, whom she’d first met at the reception desk the previous week, unzipped the back of her dress and then eased it off over her shoulders. Beneath it Natalie was wearing a cream lacy bra and cream-edged panties, but no stockings. ‘You have lovely breasts,’ murmured Sue, and for a few seconds she sucked lightly at Natalie’s nipples through the lacy material. Natalie felt the flesh between her thighs tingle in excited anticipation as the fabric caressed her swiftly hardening nipples. Then Sue stopped sucking and removed the bra.

As she pulled Natalie’s panties down she kissed the
blonde girl’s lower belly and licked at the skin over her hip bones, causing them to jerk. Natalie thrust her pelvis forward in an uncontrollable movement. ‘Don’t be in such a hurry,’ whispered Sue. ‘The pleasure will start soon enough.’

Now completely naked, Natalie waited and watched as Rob advanced towards her, a blindfold in his hand. She wished that she didn’t have to wear it, because she’d wanted to watch what they were doing. But again she knew that she had no choice. It was up to Rob how her pleasure was granted to her.

Once her eyes were covered, he and Sue carefully laid her on the carpet. Then, to her surprise, she heard the soft murmur of voices. Now fresh hands were holding her wrists and ankles, spreadeagling her body and opening her up for Rob and Sue. She wondered who they were, and where they’d been waiting. Luckily she had very little time to reflect on this because, almost immediately, Sue’s small fingers were fondling her breasts. Then the auburn-haired girl began to use her mouth again on Natalie’s aching nipples, causing her to utter tiny cries of pleasure.

She was expecting to feel Rob’s hands on her next, but instead another small pair of hands started to cover her body with oil. It was only then that she realised she’d been tricked. Rob and Sue were not going to pleasure her on their own. There were other people in the room with them, other people who were going to touch and arouse her. Surprisingly, she no longer cared because already someone was sucking on her toes as their fingers caressed her ankles, while yet another person turned her on her side so that she could be aroused in many different ways.

They worked slowly and gently at first, caressing her flesh, stroking it with silk scarves and feathers until her body would spasm and ripple in climax.
Then they would leave her for a few moments before re-arousing her, softly and carefully bringing her to one orgasm after another. She’d never felt so pampered, so relaxed. But then, when her flesh started to fail to respond to the gentle stimuli, the tempo changed.

Natalie thought that the women had withdrawn because all the hands felt larger, harder. Now, as she lay on her left side with her right leg over her left, someone parted the cheeks of her bottom. A finger tickled the entrance to her rectum before allowing some drops of oil to spill on to it. Her flesh flinched at the unexpected cool touch of the liquid. But, before she’d had time to recover, a large, thick vibrator was being inserted into her back passage and immediately it was switched on.

Her body began to shake. She cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and her breasts were squashed against a man’s chest. Then she felt hands parting her sex lips and the tip of a penis was sliding up and down her inner channel. Every time it glided over her swollen, throbbing clitoris she gasped with delight.

Her entire being was suffused with incredible sensations. The speed of the vibrator was increased, and at the same time the man – possibly Rob, she thought – who was lying against her slid himself into her so that she was completely and utterly full.

Natalie could feel her whole body shaking. As the tension built she wondered how her over-stimulated system was going to cope when she finally climaxed. It wasn’t long before she knew the answer. As her nerve endings went frantic with pleasure, and her breasts began to become engorged, her muscles started to contract. A climax tore through her, causing her body to spasm as though she’d been electrocuted.

She jerked back and forth, and every movement
caused further stimulation as the vibrator continued its remorseless work and the man, his erection inserted deeply within her, thrust strongly. She could hear herself making strange crying sounds as, half delirious with pleasure, she allowed these strangers to have their way with her.

After that Natalie lost count of how many times she came, or exactly what they did to her. Some of the women returned. They carefully licked and sucked at her shrinking clitoris until she came again while their small, supple fingers worked their magic inside her. They pressed against the walls of her vagina, rubbing gently over her G-spot until the sweet ache suffused her entire belly and she cramped in yet another spasm of release.

She lost all sense of time, and all sense of reality. The only things that mattered were the pleasure she was being given and the wonderful feeling that she had of being able, at long last, to abandon herself utterly to the desires of other people so as to obtain such an incredible reward.

Eventually Rob spoke. ‘That’s enough,’ he said – and, to her everlasting shame, she cried out, because she didn’t want it to end. But everyone obeyed him instantly, and abruptly she was left alone, her hot, sweat-streaked flesh still trembling slightly in the aftermath of the sexual excesses of the afternoon.

There was no longer anyone holding her wrists and ankles but she felt too exhausted to move. Every muscle seemed limp: it felt as though her bones had turned to liquid and she was completely weightless. It was an extraordinary feeling, and one that she suspected she would never experience again.

‘You’ve certainly gained a lot from our course,’ said Rob, removing the blindfold. ‘Your tutor is to be congratulated.’

Natalie, still breathless, nodded. ‘I don’t feel I wasted my money.’

Rob smiled. ‘No, that was self-evident. You can leave whenever you like now. There are no more lessons, I’m afraid, because you don’t need them. As for my talk, I think you can skip it. You understand our rules. I’d say you’re one of the most receptive clients we’ve ever had. What do you think, Simon?’

‘I’ve seen better,’ said Simon laconically.

Rob’s eyes narrowed. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes.’

‘Good. I wouldn’t like either of you to forget that this is a course, and that there must be no personal feelings between tutors and clients. In case either of you have forgotten, it’s even more important that Natalie leaves straight away.’

‘I can’t be answerable for Natalie but I’d have thought you knew
me
well enough to be certain I understood the rules,’ said Simon sharply.

Natalie realised that she should say something, anything at all in order to stop Rob’s suspicions. ‘I know the course has changed me,’ she said, as she sat up and started to look for her clothes. ‘It hasn’t made me a different person, though, and Simon really isn’t my type.’

‘I’m glad to hear it,’ said Rob. He held out his hand. ‘I hope that we’ll see you back here at some of our annual reunions. They’re more like two-day parties, run over Christmas and Easter and times like that. They aren’t really lessons, they’re simply gatherings of people who know how to enjoy themselves, if you understand me.’

‘I understand you, and I’d love to come,’ said Natalie, with a smile.

Rob left the room and Natalie opened her mouth to speak. But Simon flicked his eyes warningly towards
the corner of the room, and she guessed that they were probably still being filmed. ‘You can go now,’ she said crisply to him. ‘I’ll put my clothes on, get packed and leave.’

‘I’ll take your bags to the car when you’re ready,’ said Simon. But he managed to sound totally uninterested in her and Natalie hoped that between them they’d thrown Rob off the scent.

By the time Simon came up to her room to collect her bags, Natalie had changed into a light beige linen suit, its long-line jacket draped over a lilac camisole top.

‘I see you’ve got your businesswoman’s armour on again,’ he remarked.

She didn’t like to say that this was because she was trying to forget what had happened downstairs. Somehow she needed to regain control of her life, to rediscover her business persona and – ridiculous as it seemed – the clothes helped. ‘It’s comfortable for travelling in,’ she replied.

He gave a half-smile. ‘Of course. How silly of me to think otherwise. Here, let me carry those.’

In silence they walked out of the room. Natalie glanced back once, and she had a momentary vision of herself balanced over the bar, her fingers clasping her ankles. But she turned away immediately, knowing that it was time to put all that behind her.

Simon didn’t speak until they were crossing the car park. ‘I hope you have a good journey.’

Natalie looked at him in surprise. ‘Is that all you’ve got to say?’

‘I think so.’

‘You look cross. What’s the matter?’

‘Nothing.’ He looked briefly at her but then glanced away again, unable to maintain eye contact.

‘You didn’t like what happened to me earlier, did you?’ asked Natalie.

‘I didn’t mind. I’ve seen it all before. It goes with the territory.’

‘But it upset you, didn’t it?’

‘No.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

‘It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not.’

‘But it does,’ said Natalie, catching hold of the sleeve of his jacket. ‘It matters to both of us. You know that as well as I do.’

‘Be careful,’ said Simon quietly. ‘Even here it’s possible that we’re being filmed.’

‘Tell me the truth. Did you mind having to watch?’

‘Yes,’ he admitted reluctantly. ‘I minded a lot. I wanted it to be me inside you, me plunging the vibrator into your rectum, me doing all those things that gave you such pleasure.’

‘You were jealous, then?’ She couldn’t keep the delight out of her voice.

‘That pleases you, doesn’t it?’

‘Only because I care.’

He sighed heavily. ‘It’s irrelevant whether you care or not. I’m not going to risk losing this job and we’re never likely to meet again.’

‘But we could,’ she said excitedly.

‘How?’

‘You could come and work for me.’

Simon looked at her incredulously and then laughed. ‘You have
got
to be joking!’

‘Why?’

‘Do you really think, feeling the way that I do about you, that I’d be willing to sit in an office and take orders from you all day? I don’t think that would do much for our sex life.’

‘Why not? I think it would be exciting. We’d both know that it was a charade, and that once we were alone together you’d be the one in charge.’

‘I’m not sure you’d be able to play that kind of game,’ said Simon. ‘If the truth be told, lots of our clients regress after they’ve been here. In a few months’ time you’ll want control in every aspect of your life again, including the bedroom.’

‘I won’t!’

‘It wouldn’t work.’

‘We’ll never know unless we try. Look, I’m already going to use that piece that you brought me. If you do want to take me up on my offer, then there’ll be a job vacancy starting in four weeks’ time. That’s the last Monday in June. I won’t advertise it and you needn’t make up your mind until the last moment.’

She could tell that he was tempted. But she also knew how difficult it would be for him to take orders from her all day, no matter how much in control he was at night. For her the prospect was incredibly exciting, but for him she guessed that it seemed demeaning. ‘I’d never really be your boss,’ she continued hastily. ‘It would all be a game.’

‘No, it wouldn’t. It’s your magazine. Of course you’d be in charge at work.’

‘But it’s a way for us to get together again. If it didn’t work out in the office then you could look for another job, but at least having had a position on my magazine you’d stand a better chance of getting a good job elsewhere. Being freelance hasn’t exactly opened all the doors for you.’

‘That’s precisely the kind of remark that puts me off the idea,’ said Simon coldly.

‘Please think about it,’ she begged him.

There was a long pause. ‘I’ll let you know,’ agreed
Simon at last. ‘Now, here’s a list of members whom you can contact whenever you like.’

‘For what?’

‘Use your imagination. Surely
that
’s improved while you’ve been here. Ex-clients usually throw dinners for each other, or parties at weekends. Your friend Jan Pearson has had a lot of fun since she spent a weekend with us. Now you’ll be able to join in her parties too. Isn’t that what brought you here, the fact that she’d shut you out of her life?’

Natalie nodded. ‘Yes, it is. I’d forgotten, it seems such a long time ago.’

‘It
was
a long time ago, and you were a very different person then.’

‘It’s you who changed me,’ whispered Natalie. ‘You can’t abandon me now. You’ve taught me to enjoy dark pleasures, things that I never knew existed. I can’t go back to my old ways. What will become of me if we don’t meet again?’

‘I’ve already told you, that’s what this list is for. It enables you to explore your new-found sexuality with people of similar tastes.’

‘But it’s
you
I want.’

‘I’m very flattered to hear it,’ said Simon, starting to turn away.

‘Wait!’ called Natalie. ‘What about the job?’

‘I’ve told you, I’ll think about it. Don’t hold your breath, though.’ With that he walked away.

Natalie climbed into the car. She knew that she should feel elated. She’d had a wonderful weekend, done incredible things and received fantastic pleasure. But none of that counted for anything if she was never going to see Simon again.

If he hadn’t been jealous that afternoon then she wouldn’t have been quite so certain that he needed her
as badly as she needed him. However, since he’d admitted to it, she knew for certain that they were meant to be together. Ironically, all that she’d learned would count for very little if, because she was still going to be in control at work, she lost the first man she’d ever met who seemed like a soulmate. A man who could play her body like no man she’d ever met before – or was ever likely to meet again.