Slave Gamble (4 page)

I wanted to taste
that cock, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards. At least not yet. Instead
David said, “Zoë, I want you to really luxuriate in the sensations this
whipping is going to create for you. And so I am going to blindfold you. It
will heighten the sensations. Is that all right?”

I nodded, thinking
perhaps that would be easier in some ways. He slipped a little sleep mask over
my eyes. Now I couldn’t see, and my hearing seemed to sharpen. I could hear the
swish of the leather as he stroked it across my back and breasts. I could hear
his breathing, low and sweet, and my own breathing, now ragged and shallow.

This was really
happening! I was bound, naked and helpless in this mysterious man’s house.
Amelia was the only other person that knew where I was, but even so, what could
she do now? She was busy hosting her gala, waiting for my call tomorrow to tell
her about his bathrooms and square footage. He could kill me now, and no one
would be able to do a thing about it.

This was silly! I
knew I could trust David. I had known it really from the first time he spoke to
me; from the first time I had felt the undercurrent of our special connection.
Something about being blindfolded though, made me feel so vulnerable.

I heard the
whistle a second before I felt the lash. The caressing had stopped, and the
stinging began. Because I couldn’t see, I never knew where it was going to
land. He struck my ass first, the fleshiest part. Several times he did that,
and the sting was mounting on a bottom already tender from the earlier
spanking.

I started to
breathe heavier now, and move in my bonds, as if I could get away. The lash landed
on my thighs, and then my back. I yelped. It hurt much more on my back, which
wasn’t padded like my bottom. He covered it evenly, until my entire back was
stinging, and I was writhing and moaning, pulling hard against the wrist cuffs.

I was whimpering,
and breathing so hard I thought I would pass out. “David,” I cried out, though
I couldn’t seem to finish the sentence, or even have a coherent thought. I was
falling into some kind of ethereal realm. I felt light-headed and somehow
disconnected from reality. And yet somewhere below it all I felt peaceful,
deeply peaceful. But still with that burning, aching overlay of unrequited
desire.

I felt his arms go
around me, and his long hard body press against mine. His chest felt lovely
against my breasts. I pushed into him, wanting him to take me down; to take me
to his bed. “David,” I begged again, still not articulating my desperate need.

“Shh,” he
whispered, smoothing my hair from my face, holding me in his arms. “Zoë, Zoë,
slow your breathing. Calm down, baby. It’s me, David. I know you don’t know me
yet, sweetheart. Not in terms of years. But you and I know each other. In every
way that counts. Trust me, angel. I won’t take you further than you can go. And
if I do, you know the magic words.”

Right. The ‘magic
words’ –
red light.
I found I had no desire to say them. I was still
frightened, but also deeply, almost hypnotically aroused. I felt I would do
anything for him at that moment; take anything for him. He continued to hold
me, and I felt my breathing slow, my body relax.

I leaned back into
him. Slowly he let me go, leaving me tethered and chained. I was still afraid,
but I didn’t want to say those words. Not yet. Maybe just knowing that I could
was enough. There was a way out, if I needed it.

He whipped me for
a few minutes. Or was it a few hours? Time lost meaning, and I found myself in
some kind of altered state of conscious, swaying in the bonds. I felt him
releasing the chain, and then removing the cuffs. My arms fell lifeless, but he
was there, holding me, wrapping me in a close embrace.

He removed the
blindfold, and I had to squint to see, even though the room was dimly lit by
brushed silver sconces placed discreetly along the walls. David kissed me, and
said, “You were spectacular. You were born to this. You were amazing.”

I smiled, and
realized my body was bathed in sweat. Suddenly I felt cold, as the sweat began
to dry. David scooped me up in his arms and carried me from the room.

Down the hall we
came to his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he brought me into a huge room. The
large bed was set in a black iron frame, with little stars and moons artfully
wrought at the headboard and footboard. Gently David lay me down on soft satin
covers. I watched quietly as he took off his jeans, and peeled down his
underwear.

His body was
beautiful; an athlete’s body, with those sweet little indentations below each
hip. His cock was erect, and again my mouth watered as I looked at it, now
naked and ready, I hoped, for my kisses. He approached me and climbed onto the
bed.

We kissed for a
few moments, and then he straddled my chest, pointing his cock at my lips. I
parted them, wanting to take him in my mouth. To feel his hardness swell
against my tongue. I licked the head, teasing him, slowly licking down the
shaft, and back up again, until he lost patience and pressed himself into me,
moaning with pleasure.

I used all my
skill to kiss that beautiful cock. And now it was clearly the ‘slave’ in
control of the ‘master’, as I wrenched moans of pleasure from his lips, and
made his body twist and arch in pleasure.

He pulled away,
his eyes bright, his voice hoarse with desire. “God, Zoë. I have to fuck you. I
have to have you.” He leaned down over me, balancing himself on his elbows as
he moved himself so that his cock was right at my entrance. I arched up, urging
him with my body to take what was his; what had always been his.

He stretched
himself across me, covering me, and pulled my arms up, holding my wrists high
above my head, trapping me again, making me feel helpless and wildly wanton at
the same time.

When he finally
entered me, I came almost immediately, writhing and pushing against him, trying
to take him further into me, wanting to possess him in this most primal of
ways. He obliged, thrusting hard into me, forcing an unladylike grunt from me.

Then, in a steady
lovely rhythm, he moved in and out of me, and again the hot roiling pleasure
boiled up in my belly, as his cock filled me, and his movements created perfect
friction against my distended clit. Still he held my wrists against the
pillows, and somehow that only added to my fierce pleasure. The sensations
became overwhelming, and I heard a thin keening sound, which it took me a
moment to realize was me.

David bucked,
dropping my wrists now as he wrapped me in a tight embrace. Softly he cried my
name, “Zoë, Zoë, Zoë,” hiding his face in my neck as he came, pushing and
pumping into me as if his life depended on it.

Then he collapsed,
and I could feel his heart thrumming and crashing against my own. We must have
fallen asleep, because I woke up sometime in the early dawn. David was sleeping
next to me, and we were both under the sheets, which were of the softest
imaginable cotton.

I felt a desperate
need for a cigarette, but I didn’t feel like moving. I looked over at this
amazing man who had boldly entered my life on a bet, winning me in a card game!
He looked younger asleep. Vulnerable and innocent. I felt a welling up of great
tenderness toward him. Yes, he was still gorgeous and no doubt, the minute he
woke up, once again very much in command.

But now I leaned
over and kissed his forehead. He stirred slightly, but didn’t waken. Finally my
bladder got the best of me, and I slid out of the bed, looking for something to
put on. I found a big terry cloth robe. It was miles too big, which made me
feel small and feminine.

The master
bathroom was just off the bedroom, complete with a huge sunken tub, a shower,
two sinks, two toilets and a bidet. For now I just used the toilet, then
splashed water on my face, and went in search of my purse. Nicotine was
calling.

I found it where I
had dropped it, in the lovely front hall with the curious butterfly. Inside was
a package of Newport Lights. A further search yielded a lighter. I almost
opened the front door, but I saw the little telltale light on the alarm box
near it and realized I might set it off.

Damn! I would have
to wake him. I went back and shook David’s shoulder gently. “David! David, wake
up. I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need a smoke. I didn’t want to trip
the alarm.”

David opened one
eye and squinted sleepily at me. “Zoë?” Then he smiled, like maybe he had
thought at first I was a dream, and was pleased to see me in the flesh. “Zoë,
it isn’t even light out yet! Come back to bed. You can have your fucking
cigarette when we wake up.”

But now I was
determined. My habit was stronger than my consideration. “Come on, David, just
tell me the code. I’ll go out by myself.”

David sat up, now
looking fully awake. “Hey, that’s my robe. Take it off.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want
you naked, unless I tell you to put something on. Do it.” Slowly I slipped the
robe from my shoulders, feeling the beginnings of that strange hypnosis fall
over me again. What spell did he have, to control me like this?

“That’s better,”
he smiled, looking at my breasts, and further down, until I blushed and turned
away. “You can have your cigarette, though I should warn you you’ll be
quitting, now that you’re with me.”

“Well,” I said
laughing, “maybe you’ll have better luck than I’ve had! I’ve tried to quit like
five times so far, and it hasn’t worked.”

“That’s because
you didn’t have me, darling,” he grinned, cocky as usual. He got up, putting on
the robe I’d discarded, and led me to a room that opened out onto a private
veranda, after punching a few numbers into the little alarm box by the door.

“Come on,” he
said, “no one can see you. I want you naked here. Though, you know, eventually
you’ll be naked other places. Places that aren’t private. And you’ll obey me
then too. You know why, angel?”

“Why,” I
whispered, joining him on the veranda as the sun spilled up over the edge of
the mountains. The air was cool and pleasant, but already hinted at the hot
summer day to come.

“Because that’s
what I want. And you want what I want, don’t you, Zoë?”

“Yes,” I breathed,
meaning it. To my surprise, the aching desire for a cigarette had given way to
an aching desire for him! Instead of lighting up, as I had planned, I dropped
to my knees in front of David and opened the front of his robe.

I looked up at
him, silently asking permission to give homage to his beautiful member. He
nodded slowly, a smile stealing across his face. I took his cock, only
half-erect, into my mouth, and massaged it with my tongue and lips, feeling the
heat of it as it expanded and lengthened against me.

David sighed, and
let me kiss him for a while. Then he pulled away, lifting me up. “Come back
inside, Zoë. Do you still want that cigarette?” I shook my head, marveling that
it was true.

We went back into
the bedroom, and into the bathroom, where David peed, completely at ease in
front of me, as if we’d been lovers for years instead of one night. He brushed
his teeth and then said, “Well, it’s only five o’clock, but I’m awake now. How
about you? Breakfast in bed? Or would you rather eat in the kitchen? My cook
won’t be here until 7:30. That’s when I usually eat, you see.”

“Your cook!” I was
impressed, though not surprised, given his obviously lavish lifestyle.

“Yes,” he said, as
if this were a common thing. “She can make us another breakfast later. I have a
feeling we’ll be hungry,” he grinned conspiratorially. “But for now, how about
some coffee cake and a cup of strong java?”

It sounded good to
me, and I followed him into the kitchen, still naked, and wishing I had a wrap.
As he made the coffee, grounding the fresh beans in a little machine on the
counter, I got up the nerve to say, “David, I’m kind of cold. Do you think I
could wear a robe?”

He looked at me,
first my face, then slowly, up and down my body. “No, sweetheart. I’m sorry,
but I like you naked. At least for now. I love the look of your skin, so ripe
and soft, like a perfect peach. I love the way your breast rest, high and round
against your narrow ribcage. I love that tapering waist and that cute little
bellybutton.”

I was blushing now,
embarrassed but pleased at his lavish praise and obviously sincere
appreciation. But then he threw me for a loop. “This, however,” he said,
leaning down and cupping my pubic curls, “I think this has to go. I want to
shave you. Shave your pussy. I want you bared for me. And I think you’ll find
it heightens all sensations.”

I stared at him,
my eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. He must have seen the hesitation in
my face, because David said, “Don’t say no, darling. Remember, that isn’t your
prerogative any longer. You belong to me now. We both know it. But I want to
hear you say it. To admit, and to accept what and who you are. And so I’ll ask
you now, who do you belong to, Zoë?”

There it was
again, his hypnotic voice, low and pleasing, somehow entering inside of my very
essence to claim me. I found myself answering, “You, David. I belong to you.”

“That’s right,
angel. And I want to shave your pussy, and you’ll let me, won’t you?”