The Alexandra Series (51 page)

She smiled, found the book she was looking for, and sat back down across from him. Opening the paperback, she tried to read.

“Stop that!” she said, noticing Reggie’s unwavering gaze.

“What’s that?” he asked, innocently.

“You’re staring at me.”

“And why not? I’ve always found your body devastating to look at. That’s why you’re here now.”

“I hoped it was because you valued my business acumen.”

“But I do. I’m simply glad your opinions are packaged so beautifully.”

“You haven’t really mastered the art of giving a lady compliments, have you? That was shameless?”

“You’re wrong there. I’ve mastered it all. I’m just giving you what I want you to hear.”

“That figures.”

She tried reading again, even though her skin was prickly, crawling under the heat of his scrutiny.

“Raise your skirt,” he suddenly said, jumping into the private space in her mind once more.

She peered up at him, knowing the game was beginning. And the excitement of that possibility made her anxious, but not so much she’d be obvious. Still poised, still gazing at her book, she raised her long wide skirt inch by inch until it was at her knees. Then, she raised it an inch more.

She read the same paragraph in her book a half dozen times, after each time realizing that she hadn’t comprehended anything her eyes had seen. She was waiting for the sound of his voice again and another command.

“Part your legs and pull back your skirt,” he said at last.

She stared at him again, and replied silently, with a half smile on her burgundy red lips. Raising her skirt to mid-thigh, she opened her legs so he could see between her thighs. How far he could see, she wasn’t sure. Continuing with her reading, she managed to get through another two paragraphs of nonsense, thinking it might be better just to give it up, but then, it was a fun game. And the next move was Reggie’s.

Nearly a half hour later, Jocelyn was really reading the words in the paperback getting into the story. She almost forgot that her legs were wide open, though she didn’t miss Reggie’s occasional glance between her parted thighs.

“Put down the book,” he finally said and she was all too ready to comply. Now, open your sweater.”

This time she stared at him directly as she followed the order, seeing in his eyes the same expression she often saw from him when he was in this dominant state of mind. Was he aroused? she wondered.

Three small pearl buttons completed the task. Letting the sweater fall away on either side, he glimpsed her white lace bra.

“Remove it,” he continued.

Wiggling out of the garment, she let it drop to her side.

“And the bra,” he added.

She unfastened that, too, and tossed it away.

“Your skirt,” he said nodding to the silky garment remaining.

So dispassionate, unemotional, not a flicker of anything passed over his impeccable cool face.

The skirt she buttoned down the front for easy access – how convenient. Undoing it was as easy as undoing the sweater, and when she’d completed the process, she opened the skirt to reveal her white satin garter belt. No panties. (That hadn’t been a direct order, but his ever increasing effect on her was obvious. For hours at a time, she caught herself thinking like a submissive, doing little submissive things Reggie would appreciate.)

“Come here, Jocelyn,” he said.

The physical distance between them was small. Though in attitude, they were miles apart. She breached the two feet and was immediately forced to turn around, Reggie pushing her over, her head hitting the seat she’d just left. Jocelyn welcomed his hand on her bottom and thighs, and the gentle exploration brought out the gnawing desire that had been hidden inside for hours, unexpressed. She responded to him, moving against his hands, asking for more.

“You want to tell me what happened to the corset?”

“It’s in my suitcase.”

“Did I tell you not to wear it?”

“No, but I thought I’d be more comfortable traveling without it.”

“A submissive female wouldn’t mind the discomfort as long as she’s pleasing her master.”

“Yes, well, it’s that submissive part that I’m not so sure of.”

He slapped her ass. “As if that weren’t already obvious.” He slapped the opposite cheek then continued with his fondling caress until he heard her begin to groan.

“You love this don’t you?” he said.

“Oh, my yes!”

He slapped her ass again, and she liked that too.

The gentle fondling became more vigorous, the slaps more regular, her bottom reddening with his efforts. One hand slipped underneath to find her cunt moist and warm.

“How easily you’re aroused.”

She groaned happily, thinking this one of the most lewd things she’d ever done, though it was just one in a long line of many lewd things Reggie had put her through in the few weeks of their curious relationship. Practically naked, practically standing on her head in the small train compartment, while the train wound its way through rural Germany, there was a surreal quality about it. Was it really even happening?

Reggie brought her back to reality regularly with a firm smack to her ass cheeks. He continued fondling her, bringing her almost to orgasm several times, but sensing the climax building, he backed off each time, denying her the pleasurable climax. And then, when she least expected, a finger slipped inside her rear door, pressing beyond the sphincter.

“You’ve been taken here?” he asked, as the finger moved gently in and out.

She seized up for a moment and then relaxed. “No,” she answered. The unplanned pleasure of that place, like someone shooting darts inside her, made her scared and hot and wild.

“Then you will be tonight.”

He put his plans into words. Maybe it was easier that way; knowing what to expect made her less frightened.

It had grown dark outside. The train would be stopping in a couple hours, where they’d disembark for the night, take a hotel room, and then resume their trip in the morning on another train. Between then and now, Reggie planned to fill the moments with his unusual erotic theatre. The object of his plans had been primed. He’d see just how far she was willing to go.

Withdrawing both of his hands from her body, Reggie stood up, and began to rummage through a travel bag. Jocelyn tried to rise, though Reggie barked a command to remain where she was, and so she did.

When she turned her head to see what he was doing, he had a length of rope in his hands. He intended to bind her. Briskly pulling her to her feet, he brought her hands in front of her in prayer fashion, and fastened them together securely. Tying them to a bar overhead, she was stretched as tautly as she’d been when reaching for her paperback.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

She spread them wide.

“Wider,” he demanded. With each command he became more gruff.

Legs wider still, her body immobilized by the physical and psychological bondage, she didn’t have to guess what would come next.

A wide strap began to flail on her back side. The unforgiving leather brought the craziest sensations to her already aroused flesh. Not like any other punishment, this one didn’t hurt as much as torture her with feelings so rich she could hardly stand them. When she relaxed into the strokes, something in her would fly free for just a minute, though the pain would capture her back and she played seesaw with the fine agony.

Reggie in his most dominant form applied the leather lash with an attentive zeal, seeing Jocelyn’s rear beginning to glow red, her thighs and ass a ravishing hue. He sensed her willingness, an unforeseen letting go that reminded him of the best of submissives when their hearts were where their fondest desires belonged. That she responded so well that it made him all the more eager to continue. And the two moved together in this erotic bliss for what seemed like an hour.

He finished when her bottom was bright crimson.

Untying her from above, though leaving her wrists still bound, he pushed her to the floor of the compartment and knelt behind her. His hands were on her ass again with gentleness and fierce slaps that moved her to an erotic edge one more time. She wanted to cum. All that fire he raised in her, she wanted to cum. But he was fingering her asshole again, one, then two, then three fingers thrusting into the tight space so she thought he’d rip her apart.

“Oh, my god, no!” was the first real protest she uttered.

He backed off, and had her thinking he would stop. But he returned moments later with his hand swathed in cream that made the entry easier. She swooned to feel the savage heat plummeting through her. His hand in her ass moved from gentle to vigorous to ruthless in force. Despite the fear that raced though her body, alongside the generous thrill, she didn’t balk.

At last, he moved in close behind her, removed his hand thrust his cock inside her ass.

“Ohmygod!” she cried out, not too loudly.

He moved deeply inside her rear hole, penetrating her as never before; she didn’t want him to stop. She cried and purred and uttered all kinds of nonsense, which only inspired him more.

The violation was exquisite, and painful, and the most overpowering thing she’d ever endured. At the very end, his arms were around her waist holding her as he fucked her. She was tempted to go limp when he finally let loose with a terrific orgasm, but he held her tightly against him until his pulsing cock softened and dropped away. After he’d caught his breath, he toyed with her pussy, bringing her to a powerful climax.

They rested together in the pull out bed until it was time to dress and disembark the train an hour later. He wouldn’t untie hands her until the hour was over, ensuring the captive nature of her mind. Small kisses on her ear in the relentless silence were the antidote to a feeling of loneliness that welled within her. She was wondering where the next day would take them, and more importantly, where this relationship was leading them both.

They slept side by side that night in the hotel bed, both exhausted. They didn’t make love, they didn’t need to.

***

“How are you doing today?” Reggie asked her on the train in the morning. They’d had breakfast in their room, had showered and dressed with casual pleasantries of a couple who had been together a long time. This question referred directly to the status of her bottom.

“I’m sore,” she answered.

“It’s my preferred method of making love,” he said. His head had been in a newspaper, hers in her book, and because there were people around them in the train car, they had to speak quietly.

“Oh,” she replied.

“That bothers you?” he asked.

She thought for a moment.

“No. I don’t think so.”

He read for a while before he spoke again.

“Tonight will be something to dream about for days,” he said.

“What’s tonight?”

“I’m taking you to a German leather bar.”

She was instantly nauseous. Not because the idea didn’t intrigue her, but she wasn’t sure her psyche could handle another outrageous night. One rude event piled up on another bordered on too much. She communicated her displeasure in her expression.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“I wanted to do something quiet,” she replied.

He instantly cringed, and drew into himself.

“You don’t have to flash me that look,” she said.

“You don’t have to balk at my plans.”

“There’s no equal in this relationship, is there?”

“No,” he stated flatly. “Is that where the problem lies?”

“I never said there was a problem,” she snapped. “I just need to know all your rules.”

“That’s simple. Do what I tell you to. There isn’t much room to get confused there.”

This time
she
cringed.

“Or maybe you’re not ready for it,” he suggested.

“I’m more ready for it than you are for real intimacy,” she said.

“Is that statement supposed to annoy me?”

“Absolutely! Are you annoyed?”

“I refused to be annoyed.”

He might say that, she thought. But he was annoyed.

She smirked, just so he could see, but he didn’t return the expression with one of his own. Instead, he returned to the morning paper, and she didn’t hear a word from him until they arrived at their destination.

***

“Ah, who is this charming beauty?” Jocelyn was greeted by Reggie’s German counterpart with a most attentive grasp of the hand and look in the eye. She refused to act like the bimbo on his arm, and she started to speak up, only to have Reggie interrupt her.

“She’s assisting me in my meetings,” he explained.

“Your secretary?” he asked.

“Not exactly,” Reggie replied.

The two men spun off speaking German which Jocelyn didn’t understand. An occasional glance at her made her think that they were talking about her, though she couldn’t be certain. When Reggie left her by herself in a room of German speaking strangers, she was becoming more irked as the long minutes ticked on.