Haven Of Obedience (5 page)

As Chris grew larger and harder so Heather grew visibly more reluctant, more unwilling. Despite what she’d been told, she kept taking breaks, moving her head away and glancing up at Simon as she waited to be allowed to finish. Simon ignored the mute appeal in her pleading eyes. ‘Remember, Chris, you’re not to come,’ he cautioned the hapless young man as he was tormented almost to distraction by the two lovely women.

‘For God’s sake, don’t make me wait too long,’ gasped Chris. ‘This is worse than last weekend.’

‘Of course it is – you’re not a novice any more.
Heather, you carry on, you’re doing very well. Natalie, I want you over here in the middle of the bed.’ Catching hold of her hand Simon drew her across the room, got her to remove her underwear, then positioned her on all fours. There was a sheen of perspiration down her spine and he smiled inwardly. Clearly, despite her reservations, she was already turned on.

‘Don’t move,’ he told her. ‘You’re to wait like that until I let Chris take you. When he does, it’s not going to be long before he climaxes. It’s up to you to climax before him.’

Natalie looked at him as though he was mad. ‘I’ll never be able to come like that, not if he just takes me, particularly in this position.’

‘In that case, I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished when he’s finished. Think about that while you’re waiting.’ There was a sudden moan from Chris and Simon hastily left Natalie on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and went to check on Chris’s progress.

Natalie waited, trembling, on the bed. She wished with all her heart that she hadn’t come on this weekend. Never, not in her wildest dreams, had she envisaged a scene like this. The fact that she was about to let a stranger penetrate her, take her in a way that she didn’t even find exciting, and have two other people watching her while he did it was horrifying. The strange thing was that although the situation horrified her, it also excited her. All her nerve endings seemed to be jangling in expectation. When she’d been rubbing herself against Chris she’d nearly come simply by pressing her pubic mound against him and imagining what it must feel like for him having to subdue his own excitement.

Now, though, she had something to worry about. Despite the fact that her body was aroused she knew from past experience that she wasn’t going to come
when Chris took her from behind. Which meant that she was going to have to endure being punished by Simon, something that filled her with dread.

Behind her Natalie heard Heather being told to stop. Then, a few seconds later, the bed moved as Chris scrambled on to it. ‘Lower your arms and rest your forehead on the mattress,’ suggested Simon. ‘That way you’re more open for him.’ She’d hardly had time to obey before she felt Chris’s hands gripping her round the waist. Then, with one quick thrust, he was deep inside her, his enormous erection stretching her so much that it was almost painful.

‘Slow down, Chris,’ said Simon. ‘Remember, Natalie has to try and have an orgasm before you.’

‘I’ve already had to wait,’ complained Chris. ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t hold back much longer.’

In a despairing attempt to trigger an orgasm for herself Natalie started to clench and release her internal muscles, contracting them around the massive girth of Chris’s cock. It worked, because tiny darts of pleasure began to move through her. But then, before they had a chance to grow into anything more, Chris’s hips moved faster and faster, his hips slammed against her buttocks and within a few seconds he uttered a cry of triumph as his pleasure peaked.

‘You didn’t come, Natalie, did you?’ demanded Simon.

She could have wept with a mixture of fear and frustration. Despite the fact that she thought everything had been wrong for her, she’d come so close to an orgasm. ‘Chris was too quick,’ she complained.

‘No,
you
were too
slow
,’ retorted Simon. ‘Right, Chris, I want you to use your mouth on Heather now. It’s her turn for some pleasure. Natalie, come and stand over here by me. You’ll be punished after the other two have gone.’

Nervously, Natalie scrambled off the bed and then stood next to Simon, watching as the reluctant Heather lay on her back in the middle of the bed. Chris tried to put his head between her thighs, but she was squeezing them too tightly together. Simon frowned. ‘This won’t do. Natalie, you and I will have to help Chris. We’ll each take hold of one of Heather’s ankles and spread her legs further apart.’

‘Please don’t!’ cried Heather.

Simon ignored her. Natalie caught hold of one of Heather’s ankles, pulling it towards the bottom left-hand corner of the bed, whilst Simon tugged her other leg in the opposite direction. Now Chris had free access to Heather, access that was made even easier for him when Simon wrenched her French knickers down roughly and pushed a pillow beneath her hips.

Natalie felt Heather’s body stiffen in resistance as Chris started to lick and suck between her thighs. ‘He’s doing it too hard,’ Heather protested.

‘Yes, we’re working on that,’ said Simon. ‘Be careful, Chris. I’m sure you don’t want to be punished, especially when you’ve done so well up to now.’

Chris seemed to take the hint because gradually Heather’s taut body relaxed, although it was obvious that she was finding it hard to get any pleasure from what was being done to her. ‘Curl your tongue inside her,’ suggested Simon helpfully. ‘See if you can find her G-spot and flick at that.’ All at once Natalie felt the muscles in Heather’s leg go rigid, and her head began moving restlessly from side to side as tiny whimpers of excitement escaped from her. Then, with startling speed, she was shaken by a violent tremor.

‘There,’ said Simon in a satisfied voice. ‘That wasn’t so bad, was it? Well done, Chris. You’ve excelled yourself this evening. You and Heather can both go to your rooms now.’

Natalie looked anxiously at him. ‘What about me?’

‘You know very well that you can’t go.
You
have to be punished.’

Heather grabbed her clothes, gave Natalie a sympathetic look and fled from the room, clearly embarrassed by what had happened to her but still flushed with the pleasure she’d been given. Chris was far more relaxed about it all and looked pleased with himself, although he too gave Natalie a pitying glance. ‘What are you going to do?’ she asked nervously.

‘You’ll find out in a minute. See that stool over there?’ She nodded. ‘I want you to bend over that. Keep your feet on the ground but make sure that your breasts are hanging down. As you’re tall, you shouldn’t have any problem.’

Natalie began to tremble. ‘I want to know what you’re going to do to me.’

‘As I said, you’ll find out in a moment. You don’t like taking orders, do you?’

‘Not if I’m going to be hurt.’

‘I don’t think you like taking them at all,’ said Simon sharply.

‘What’s that to you?’ asked Natalie, in astonishment.

He realised that the remark had been unprofessional and quickly tried to cover his mistake. ‘Nothing. Only from a tutor’s viewpoint.’

Natalie didn’t believe him. She had a feeling that it was more personal than that, but she couldn’t prove it. In any case, she was as interested in Simon as he appeared to be in her. He seemed detached and dangerous, yet she felt certain that he could, if he wanted, be an incredibly good lover.

‘Hurry up!’ he said, breaking into her reverie. ‘You have to obey commands quicker than this, I’m afraid, otherwise you’ve wasted your money.’

Unable to put off the moment any longer, Natalie
bent over the tall stool, feeling the blood rush to her breasts as they dangled down. She wanted to lift her head and glance over her shoulder to see what was about to happen but she’d already learned better. She waited tensely and then she felt Simon’s hand moving softly over her body.

He was spreading some kind of oil over her. It felt delicious and, as he rubbed it over her lower back and into the tiny dent at the base of her spine, she gave a small sigh of pleasure. Surely this couldn’t be her punishment, she thought, because if so she wouldn’t mind how many times she was punished. He continued to massage the oil into her buttocks and back for several minutes before moving away for a few seconds.

When he returned Natalie’s body was soft and receptive – she was almost drifting off to sleep. Then, with no warning at all, she felt a sharp stinging pain on her buttocks and gave a cry of astonishment.

‘That hurt.’

‘It was meant to hurt. You’re being punished, remember. It’s only a latex crop. You won’t be marked or damaged in any way,’ said Simon. For the first time his voice was gentle, soothing. ‘Stay relaxed, Natalie. If you go with this, you’ll find that there can be pleasure in it, too.’

Natalie didn’t believe him for a minute. She was horrified. Never in her life had anyone ever struck her during sex. But before she could say any more the latex crop had fallen on her oiled flesh again and once more the hot, stinging sensation coursed through her. Only this time the pain wasn’t as great. She relaxed a little and when Simon struck her for the third time she realised that he was right. Her skin was starting to feel pleasurably warm, the stinging was more of an irritation than a pain and there was an insistent throbbing
starting between her thighs. She could feel her clitoris hardening, too, and she began to wriggle against the stool, straining to stimulate herself a little.

‘That’s not allowed,’ said Simon. But he didn’t sound angry, he sounded amused. ‘You see, I was right about the punishment, wasn’t I?’ He struck her twice more until all her lower torso felt as though it was on fire. Despite his remonstration she started to writhe against the stool again, frantic to bring about the pleasurable climax that she knew was so close.

‘Keep
still
when you’re told,’ said Simon, his voice harsher this time and, with a groan, she obeyed him. Then, to her relief, she felt his hand slide beneath her: now his knowing fingers were parting her sex lips, pressing up against her vulva and probing relentlessly for the tiny, hard little nub that was desperate to be touched.

The moment Simon’s oiled fingers found her clitoris Natalie moaned with relief. He moved his fingers so skilfully, touching her exactly as she liked to be touched, that within a few brief seconds her muscles slithered, coiled and gathered themselves together in a tight knot before dissolving into a blissfully intense orgasm that flooded through every inch of her.

‘I’m not sure whether that will teach you to obey me in the future or not,’ said Simon dryly. ‘You’d better get dressed and go back to your room now. Tomorrow will be a very busy day for you.’

NEXT MORNING NATALIE OPENED
her eyes to find Simon standing over her. ‘Is something the matter?’ she asked.

‘It’s seven o’clock. Time for your day to begin.’

She was still half asleep, and rather confused. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that we start early here, to make sure you get full value for money. Incidentally, I don’t believe that you’ve met Marc. He’s a trainee tutor, and he’ll be observing what we do over the next two days. From time to time he may also take part. You’d better put on a robe: we’re going to my room again.’

‘I can’t go before I’ve showered,’ protested Natalie.

‘Of course you can. This is an example of impulsive sex.’

‘I don’t like impulsive sex. I like to have a shower first, make myself nice and—’

‘But that’s what we’re trying to change, isn’t it, Natalie?’ Simon said softly. ‘You’re much too fussy for your own good. Now, if I were your lover, rather than your tutor, I’d be very disappointed at your reaction this morning. Personally, I enjoy a lazy early-morning session in bed.’

Realising that she had no choice but to obey, Natalie grabbed her cotton robe. Then, with her feet bare and her blonde hair still tousled from a night’s sleep, she followed the two men up to the top floor of The Haven.

Walking into Simon’s instruction room she saw that Heather had already been fetched and was perched on the edge of one of the chairs, looking extremely disgruntled. Clearly, she was no keener than Natalie on being woken this early for sex. Her short light brown hair was unbrushed and her eyelids were heavy, as though she hadn’t had enough sleep that night.

‘Right: our aim this morning is an orgasm before breakfast,’ explained Simon. ‘I can tell that neither of you two are particularly keen on the idea, but I assure you that in the future your lovers will appreciate it. The problem with both of you is that you only want sex when and where you choose. There doesn’t seem to be much give-and-take in your lives. You both feel the need to stay in control at all times. Well, right now that control’s been taken away from you. I really hope that you’ll both come to understand how much more exciting life can be if you allow that to happen.’

He glanced at the pair of them, then smiled at Natalie. It wasn’t a friendly smile, more an amused one. ‘We’ll start with you. Marc, have you put the bolster on the bed?’ Marc nodded. ‘Good. Then take your clothes off and lie on your back on that, Natalie.’

Natalie’s heart sank. Clearly she was going to be expected to have sex in the missionary position, her least favourite – which probably meant yet another frustrating session followed by some kind of punishment. She felt extremely resentful as she dropped her clothes on the floor and got on to the bed.

Taking off his own clothes, Simon lay down next to her. ‘You don’t look very relaxed, nor, I’m sorry to say, at all sexy.’

‘That’s probably because I don’t
feel
relaxed or sexy.’

‘You know, you’re not trying very hard to change, are you?’ he whispered softly. Then he grasped her chin tightly with his fingers. ‘I hope you’re not going to be too difficult. It will be such a waste of your money – and of my time. There’s a long list of people waiting to come to The Haven. You’re taking up a place for two whole weekends. The least you can do is try and get maximum benefit from your stay.’

‘I didn’t know it would be like this,’ Natalie hissed, her temper getting the better of her. ‘I thought there’d be more lectures and group discussions. Jan didn’t tell me what was going to happen.’