Karma (13 page)

André
squeezed her hands. "Listen to me,
ma belle
," he said. "Mike
and his wife, Barbara, came to me. That is how we met. Did he tell you?"

"Yes,"
Marcy said.

"Barbara,
she had been faking the orgasm. She was not sexually fulfilled and had been
hiding what she craved. Such is not an uncommon problem, to feel needless shame
for one's desires. Perhaps one day Mike will speak to you of this - the details
are not important. The essential point is this: At that time, when he and his
wife came to me, I told Mike Thompson that love and sex are two very different
matters. Mike, you understand, is the romantic. Sex and making love are the
same for him. And yet for his wife, they were both very different."

"Okay,"
Marcy said uncertainly.

"For
you, Marcy, particularly with your difficulty and the woman that you are, it is
best to have someone that you love help you resolve this, despite the risks. You
may very well be the romantic also. Sex and love may be united, one and the
same for you, too, no?
Eh bien
, Mike should have this very great honor
and pleasure. For I think we both know,
ma belle
, that he is yours as
you are his. Do you love him?"

Marcy
shrugged and gave a deep sigh. "I don’t believe that I understand love,
really. I am beginning to consider that Mike is essential to my happiness. I
think about him all the time. I want to make him happy, too. If I listed who is
most vital to me, I would put my daughter, Katie at the top of my list. I would
give my life for her." She paused, bit her lower lip, and then met his
steady gaze. "Mike would be next on that list."

André
grinned, released her hands, and threw his joyously into the air. "
T
rès
bon!
Did you tell him this?"

"God,
no! How can I? He'll want to make love to me, and I can't orgasm! I don't want
to fake it with him, and I don’t want to lie, but I've never gotten much out of
sex. The subject is so embarrassing. Do you see the problem?"

"But
yes, of course," André said. "Yet while this is not his problem, it
is most assuredly yours. Mike is not such a poor creature. He would be honored
to assist you." He rubbed his hand over his clean shaven jaw, clearly
considering the matter.

"Wait,"
Marcy said. "I just remembered. Tell me why you were surprised at my
reaction to the recording of you and Jennifer?"

André's
eyes were bright as his lips curled up into a slow and easy smile. "It was
a most unusual reaction. You said of the scene,
"I thought it was one
of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life."
Out of a
thousand women, nine-hundred and ninety-nine would have asked me questions
about Domination, submission and sex. You did not observe sex, and partly that
is understandable. You have avoided the subject for many years. It was what you
did
see that interested me. This was the surprise."

"Oh?"

"Most
certainly. Do you know why I so enjoy the BDSM environment? No games, no
pretense, no acting. It is because of intimacy and honesty that I am drawn to
this lifestyle. A Dom or Master can know his sub or slave more completely in
one day - body, mind, heart and soul - than a husband might know his wife of
twenty years."

"Bondage
and submission I can understand, I think," Marcy said. "Each to his
own, of course, but it's the sadism and masochism part that I don’t get."

"You
are thinking of accepting and giving pain?"

"Yeah,
that just seems wrong somehow as part of making love."

André
smiled. "Ah, but just like Mike, you are confusing "making love"
with the sexual pleasures, do you see? May I suggest that you experience pain during
sex before you disregard it?" André said with a seductive wink. "All
sensations are available to a Dom, and pain is simply one of them. I myself am
very attracted to it. Why? Because there is no more honest reaction from a sub
than when you cause them pain."

Marcy
considered this, and it made sense. Creepy weird sense, of course, but what did
she know? She couldn’t even climax.

"The
sincere response to pain cannot be concealed," André went on. "Some
people lie in all things; they hide, conceal and pretend. Such are long term
habits, you understand, often routine behaviors that
even they
are
unaware of. No one really knows these people, for they let no one in. Yet when
they submit to pain, these pretenses disappear. All that is false burns away from
the cleansing fire of overwhelming sensation."

He
patted her soothingly on the knee. "Pain is not the most important tool in
Dominance and submission, yet it is a most worthy tool. Pain breaks down
barriers and defenses," André said. "And for intensifying the orgasm?"
He kissed his fingers and flung them outward in a gesture of perfection. "There
are few superior devices a Dom has to achieve such, other than varying degrees
of pain."

Marcy
laughed. "Yeah, right. Well, I'm not too worried about an intense orgasm.
I just want to have a normal little one first."

André
shot out of his seat, and slapped himself on the forehead, speaking a long
string of French. "
I
mbécile.
I know how to
solve your problem. I tell you
ma belle
, you shall teach yourself to
climax.
Oui!
It is obvious. You are a smart, independent woman. The
matter of the inability to orgasm has been your problem for many years,
yes?"

She
shrugged. "Yes."

"Then
you should have the satisfaction of solving this puzzle. Such will not defeat
you, no! For with the knowledge I shall provide, you shall learn how simple a
matter it is to reach orgasm."

"Okay."

"There
is another truth, Marcy," he added. "If a woman cannot make herself reach
a climax, then why should she expect a man to be able to do so? How can a man teach
a woman to orgasm better than a woman can teach herself? A woman must know and
learn her own body."

André
began to explain what he would give her, to help her to discover her sexual self.
He would provide her a package of information, and videos, and answer any of
her questions. In his opinion the matter would be easily solved, of course.

"And
when you have made yourself climax,
ma belle
, then you will only need to
learn how to climax with a man. Mike will teach you this. He is not
inexperienced. Me? I have taught him myself, how to please a woman. Do not
fear, for all will be as it should be."

André
stood up and held out his hand. "Come," he said and looked at his
watch. "There is time. While you enjoy watching the recording of the
indomitable Jennifer, I will prepare something for you to study at home. And
perhaps, a toy or two, yes?" he added with a naughty wink.

Marcy
blushed and André laughed merrily at her response. She took his hand and stood
up. It was exciting, it was frightening, it was nerve racking and super scary,
but the die was cast.

I'm
going to learn how to climax
, Marcy thought.
I'm
going to figure it out myself.

To
her delight the challenge didn’t seem too daunting.

"Do you wish me to stay?" André asked when
Marcy had sat down in the security room, ready to watch the show.

Marcy grinned. "André, please don’t take this the
wrong way, but no - and not just no – but, hell no!"

He gave her his good-natured laugh. "While you
watch,
ma belle
, pay attention to your body. You may find something that
arouses you, yes? Such would be very well to know, I think, for when you
masturbate."

Marcy's cheeks heated. "André, just when I consider that
I'm doing really well, and that I'm no prude, you make me feel like one."

His lighthearted laugh echoed around the small room.
"But it is oh so good advice, I think. You also may wish to share this
personal information with Mike, yes?"

Marcy laughed. "Yeah, right. Like that would be
easy. One step at a time, André, but I'll pay attention, thank you."

"De rien. Amusez-vous, ma belle fille,"
he
said, and left, locking the door behind him. Once he was gone she hit
"play" and the scene between André and Jennifer began once more,
exactly where she left off.

Marcy couldn’t believe the contrast between the two
people. Jennifer was short, André so much taller. Jennifer was white and naked,
he tan-skinned, fully and elegantly dressed. He had an overwhelmingly hard male
presence, while she was soft and womanly.

André moved to a large wooden armoire, and took out a
thick black leather collar. He gently pulled Jennifer's hair back, and placed
it around her neck, fastening it tight. "Take a deep breath
, ma petite,
"
he said, and she did.

"Do you feel it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"It does not inhibit your breathing, yet you feel it
firmly against the skin?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Excellent," he said, and his voice was low and
slow and seductive as his hand circled her collar and her neck. "This
collar is temporary. It will only be used during any scene you have with me. It
is there to remind
you
of your obedience, surrender and submission to
me. It is there to remind
me
of my ownership. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she said and her body trembled.

His
knuckles grazed gently down her cheek, once more in a sign of his approval.
"Thank you for your trust. I am honored. Your submission is a priceless
gift,
ma petite
. I will not abuse it."

"You're
very welcome, Sir."

He gave her a charismatic and lust-filled smile, his
teeth flashing white against his Mediterranean skin. "Right now, who do
you belong to?"

"You, Sir."

"Very good,
ma petite
," he said and as a
reward he put his hand between her legs, fondling her for a few moments, and then
slipping a long finger inside.

Jennifer moaned and her arm shot out to grab his
shoulder. André pulled away instantly, placing her arm back to where it
belonged. "
Non
, ma petite. You have not earned the right to touch
me yet. And I told you to be still, and to not make a sound, did I not?"
Again his voice was mild, but the tone carried subtle menace.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"It is nothing,
ma petite
," he said.
"You are learning what your Dom wishes from you. These are small offenses
that I shall let pass. Place your hands behind your back, and lock the fingers
together." She instantly did so.

"
Très bon
.
Now," He cupped her firmly between her legs. Jennifer bit her lower lip, and
didn’t move. "This is mine,
n'est-ce pas
?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You are very swollen and wet," he said. "I
can do anything I want with you, I think. Submitting to me, giving me absolute control
arouses you, yes?"

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned.

André gave a deep, sexy laugh. "It is very well,
ma
petite
." He began to explore her then starting from her toes he
checked every part of her, in an interested, curious manner. Toes, feet, ankle,
calf, thigh, hips, stomach, fingers, elbows, arms, shoulder, neck and face.
Then he moved to her back, again starting from down low and moving upwards,
buttocks, back, shoulder, neck and head. He avoided breasts and genitals, at
first.

Her captor kept up a running dialogue as he caressed and
stimulated her skin, remarking on how certain touches raised goosebumps here,
or caused her flesh to dance and flinch there. He observed every mark, mole or
blemish. Sharp-eyed and attentive André spoke in a low, seductive whisper.

He put his fingers between her legs and spoke a long
sentence in French. He explained then that her sex had clenched upon his
finger, sucking him in. Her body's hunger for him pleased him.

André muttered the odd curse as he saw evidence of her
arousal glistening between her legs. He let her understand in explicit detail
how much he wanted to fuck her, and told her the many ways he intended to have
her.

He was utterly aware of her reactions.

The way he spoke to Jennifer, telling her how much he
wanted her, made Marcy feel something, too, now that she considered the matter.
Her breasts felt full and there was heat and sensation lower. Was she turned
on? The idea of being desired by that amazing man was pretty hot.

André stood up and with one hand casually fondling Jennifer's
breast, he pulled out something metallic from his pocket. He explained that
these were nipple clamps, and it would please him for her to wear them. He
prepared one breast, plumping and sucking until the nipple was red and
distended, and then put the clamp on.

Jennifer gasped. "Sir, may I speak?"

"You may."

"It hurts, Sir!" she said, squirming.

"It does, and yet the pain will lessen. Wait now and
we shall see." He stroked her soothingly, her shoulders and breasts until
she seemed easier. "How does it feel? It is well now?"

"It aches, but it isn’t too bad, Sir."

He did the same thing with her other breast, going
through the same procedure. There was a thin chain attaching the clamps together,
resting on her sternum. He put one hand between her legs, fondling her and
teasing her entrance. When he gave the chain a light tug, he gave a satisfied
smile.

"
Ma petite
, when I pulled on the clamps, your
sex pulsed. Did you feel it?"

Jennifer nodded. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"It is very well. I enjoy seeing clamps on you. I
like that you endure this little pain for me. The nipple clamps, like the
collar, are another sign of your submission. A reminder that you, in each
moment, can feel my will. You are mine to do with as best pleases me."

Jennifer made a strangled cut off sound at that, and
Marcy could understand it. There was something sexy about a man taking complete
control, and doing as he wished. And yet it was still too much like Trent used
to do to her.

Trent often made Marcy do things that she didn't enjoy.
He treated her with subtle contempt and scorn. He never actually said it until he
asked for divorce, but around him she
felt
like she was ugly, fat and
unworthy. That was the ongoing vibe anyway.
Prick.

André was only doing things that Jennifer would enjoy. He
knew how to arouse her. He also made her feel beautiful and desirable. He was
nothing like Trent. Marcy decided that if she couldn’t make herself climax, she
still might ask André to teach her how.

André looked steadily look into her eyes. "Now,
Jennifer, you will tell me when you last masturbated."

Marcy watched as a number of emotions transparently
crossed Jennifer's face, almost too fast to register: Surprise, disbelief, mortification.
It was unfortunate for her that she went red when she was embarrassed. The heat
of her flush must have warmed her.

"Yesterday, Sir."

"You were with your husband?"

"No, Sir, I was in the shower.

"Did you climax?"

"Yes, Sir."

"
Eh bien
, tell me exactly. What were you
thinking of when you came?"

Jennifer cleared her throat and looked away for a moment.
Aware that she shouldn't look away she quickly met his gaze once more. "I
thought of sex with a man."

"Oh?" he said encouragingly. "What kind of
sex?"

"Just sex… normal sex, Sir."

André's implacable Dom eyes flashed. Unnerved, Jennifer flinched
underneath that intense heated gaze. "You are a terrible liar," he
informed her in a low stern voice.

In the Security Room, Marcy recoiled back in her chair,
pulling away from the screen in shock and surprise. André's lips pressed
together in disapproval, his eyes glittered and his jaw was implacably set. He
was a very angry Dom.

André Chevalier, Marcy's lovable, affable boss… looked
scary as hell.