The Black Room (9 page)

Unaware that she was being so obliging, Stacey brought the hairbrush down again and again. When the orgasm struck, Kelly was debilitated by its intensity. She released a furious scream, unaware that the sound had been building inside her. Her entire body seemed to throb with pleasure as the climax exploded between her legs again and again.

Stacey placed a hand on Kelly’s head and grabbed a fistful of long red locks. Tugging Kelly up from her knees, she pressed her mouth close to the trainee’s ear. ‘Consider yourself lucky,’ she whispered passionately. ‘Your punishment ends here.’

Kelly gasped an apology, distantly aware of the burst of pain in her pulled hair. Her words rushed out in a hurried sob that was barely intelligible.

‘Good,’ Stacey said, apparently satisfied with this response. ‘I don’t expect to have to punish you again.’

Not daring to incur the mistress’s wrath again, Kelly stood meekly and watched as Stacey punished Helen. The blonde received the same treatment Kelly had experienced. When it was finished she was snatched from the floor by her hair.

‘One of these days, you’re going to upset me when I’m on duty in the black room,’ Stacey said with controlled force.

Helen’s apologies spilled quickly from her lips.

Stacey cut them short with a brutal slap to her face. ‘Go to my room and wait there, in the darkness,’ Stacey hissed angrily. ‘When I’ve finished with Kelly I’ll be along to punish you properly.’

‘Yes, Mistress Stacey,’ Helen replied timidly. She fled from the room without another word.

Stacey turned to Kelly. Her mood seemed to have softened and she was no longer acting like an austere disciplinarian. Kelly could feel a warmth emanating from the woman. It was a warmth that she found disturbingly comfortable, considering the treatment she had received.

‘Lying to a mistress is wrong,’ Stacey told her, pressing her lips to Kelly’s ear as she spoke. ‘And being bullied by the likes of Helen is wrong,’ she went on. ‘You’re a decent trainee and you could do well here, but you still have a lot to learn.’

Kelly nodded, ashamed by her own behaviour and embarrassed that these facts actually needed pointing out to her. She was poignantly aware of her own nudity and her dishevelled appearance after the beating. ‘I’m sorry,’ she began. ‘I realise you’re right.’

Stacey silenced Kelly’s words with a kiss. It was a soft, tender exchange, surprising Kelly with its subtle intimacy.

‘Don’t be sorry,’ Stacey told her quietly. ‘Just climb back into bed, and allow me to show you the right way of doing things.’

Kelly studied the mistress uncertainly. ‘You aren’t going to punish me again, are you?’ she asked warily.

Stacey smiled indulgently into her worried face, then kissed her again. ‘Not tonight,’ she assured her. ‘You’ve had your punishment for this evening. Now it’s time for us to become properly acquainted. There’s still some wine left in that bottle and I know how badly you wanted to drink it from me.’

Kelly smiled hesitantly. A frown crossed her face and she asked, ‘What about Helen? Didn’t you say you were going to go and punish her?’

Stacey smiled indulgently and placed another kiss on Kelly’s lips. ‘Don’t you worry about Helen,’ she said gently. ‘She’s enjoying her punishment right now.’

Kelly raised a curious eyebrow, wondering how Stacey could be punishing Helen whilst she was in a different room.

‘Right now, Helen is sitting alone in the dark, in the corner of my bedroom,’ Stacey explained. ‘She’s expecting me to walk through the door and punish her at any moment.’ There was a wicked smile creasing Stacey’s lips. ‘She’s an intelligent woman with an active imagination. She knows I have a wide variety of punishments and she’ll spend every minute torturing herself trying to guess which one I’ll use on her.’

‘Are you allowed to do that?’ Kelly asked doubtfully.

‘I’m a mistress. Here at the hostel I can do whatever the hell I please. Cross me again,’ Stacey warned Kelly slowly. ‘And you’ll find out just how bad that can be.’

She smiled, breaking the moment’s unpleasantness. ‘But right now,’ she said softly, ‘I’m not in the mood to be cruel.’ She placed her hand on Kelly’s breast and caressed the tender flesh lovingly. ‘Get into bed, and let me show you my mood.’

Smiling expectantly, Kelly obeyed.

It was the type of seedy pub that Jo knew only too well.

The juke box was screaming at a deafening volume, playing a thumping back-beat bereft of melody. A noisy crowd of men barracked the bar, calling to make themselves heard above the music and their colleagues. Distantly, somewhere beneath these cacophonous sounds, a fruit machine whirred and sang happily, clanging coins into a metal tray.

No wonder people get hangovers, Jo thought darkly. It’s nothing to do with how much they drink. It’s down to the noise of the bar that they’re in. She sniffed unhappily as she considered this thought, then wished she hadn’t. Like the noise, the smell of the bar was all-enveloping. The scent of stale beer and pungent spirits was so thoroughly soaked into the woodwork that the smell filled her nostrils with every inhalation.

She was not dressed as a single woman should have dressed to sit alone in such a bar. Her skirt was short enough to reveal the top of her black, seamed stockings and she made no move to conceal this fact. The long-lined jacket of her suit was almost modest, yet Jo wore it with enough of the buttons unfastened to reveal her ample cleavage. A close observer, and there had been a few already, would have quickly gleaned that, beneath the jacket, she was wearing no bra and no top.

‘What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?’

Jo glanced up at the awkward young man leering over her. His was the fourth enquiry she had received in the past ten minutes. Fortunately, she was used to handling such attention.

‘I’m waiting for the doctor who looks after me,’ Jo said slowly. ‘He says I shouldn’t talk to men. He says that’s why I ended up in that place last time.’

The young man took an unconscious step backward. His lip quivered uncertainly as he quickly tried to think of a way out of the situation. He was saved by a taller man, clapping him warmly on the shoulder.

‘Go have a pint, Bill. On my slate,’ the taller man said warmly. ‘I’ll take care of the mental patient here.’

Jo smiled up at the newcomer. ‘You got my message, Nick.’

He settled himself on the stool opposite her. ‘I got your message,’ he said. ‘What do you want to know this time?’

Jo tried to look shocked by his suggestion. ‘Can’t a girl ask her old boyfriend for a drink without having an ulterior motive?’ she asked innocently. She placed a hand on her chest, drawing his attention to the unfastened buttons on her jacket.

Nick grinned in spite of himself. ‘Not if you’re the girl, Valentine,’ he told her. ‘What do you want to know?’

Jo sighed. ‘Why don’t we play this game properly?’ she suggested, placing a warm hand on his. ‘How’s your love life, Nick?’

‘Non-existent,’ he said sullenly. ‘Is it a difficult case you’ve landed?’

Jo shook her head and smiled at him reluctantly. She knew Nick well enough not to push him. ‘I want two things off you,’ she said boldly. ‘Number one, and most importantly, I want you to remind me how good a lover you are.’

Nick smiled, his brown eyes appraising her favourably. ‘I think I can accommodate you there,’ he said smugly. ‘What’s the other thing you want from me? Information?’

Jo grinned broadly. ‘I’ve got a missing person at the moment. I could use a little professional help,’ she said tactfully.

‘I’m not helping you to hack into the PNC again,’ Nick said firmly. ‘If that was what you wanted then I’ve got to say no right now.’

‘The Police National Computer can’t help me this time,’ Jo said quietly. She knew this was true because Stephanie had hacked into the PNC network that afternoon and instigated a joyless search for Mr Rogers’s errant spouse. Aware that Nick would not want to know about such illegal activities, Jo decided to keep this to herself. ‘What do you know about the Pentagon Temping Agency?’ she asked suddenly.

Nick studied her warily. ‘The Pentagon Temping Agency,’ he repeated slowly. He studied her curious face with measured concern. ‘Stay away from them, Jo,’ he warned her softly. ‘You’re out of your depth. Drop the case and forget you ever heard of them.’

Jo smiled uncertainly. ‘Are you kidding?’

She and Nick had been lovers for two years and, in that time, Jo had come to believe she knew him as well as she knew any person. Studying the earnest frown on his face and the solemn line of his jaw, she wondered if he had a talent for practical joking she had previously overlooked. ‘Come on,’ she insisted, playfully. ‘Tell me you’re kidding. What’s the joke?’

Nick shook his head. ‘No joke,’ he said solemnly. ‘They’re dangerous, Jo. Dangerous and apparently untouchable.’

Jo considered him carefully and tried to weigh up her options. If she pushed Nick on this subject she knew, from past experience, he would simply refuse to acknowledge the topic and she would get no information from him at all. Playing her hand carefully, she said, ‘I suppose that’s good in a way. Less talk about business leaves more time for us to enjoy one another.’

His smile was distrustful. ‘I thought you just screwed me so I’d pass on information.’

Jo laughed lightly. ‘It’s never been just for that’, she said. ‘Take me back to your place and let’s see if the old magic is still there.’

Needing no more encouragement, Nick stood up and gallantly offered Jo his arm.

A winter’s night had fallen over the car park, leaving a cool yet clement darkness outside the pub. Jo rubbed herself against Nick as they walked out of the building and was not surprised to feel a bulge inside his trousers. ‘You want me already, don’t you?’ she observed.

‘Of course I do,’ Nick said gruffly. ‘You’re the horniest thing on two legs that I’ve ever known.’

‘Do you want me now?’ Jo asked, her eyes shining excitedly up at him.

‘Of course I do,’ Nick said, puzzled by her question. ‘I just said so, didn’t I?’

‘I mean,’ Jo repeated, rubbing her hand firmly over his straining length. ‘Do you want me now?’

Nick finally understood the meaning of her question when Jo pushed him into a dark alley behind the pub. He was about to say something: a protest as to why respectable police officers could not indulge themselves with their occasional girlfriends in public places. His words were lost when Jo pressed her mouth over his. The kiss was a passionate one, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands held him close to her. She pressed the flat of her belly against the swell of his stiff cock, relishing the urgency of his arousal. When their mouths parted, her eyes were shining with increased excitement.

‘Do you know what I’ve missed these last few months?’ she asked.

Nick shook his head. ‘No. What?’

‘This,’ Jo said quietly.

Regardless of the cool evening and the danger of their being discovered, Jo knelt down in front of Nick, unzipping his pants as she went. Her fingers plunged through the fly of his trousers and she removed his rock-hard dick from his pants.

Feeling the cool night air on his hot length, Nick gasped quietly. He could not believe he was allowing Jo to do this to him. If his desire for her had not been so intense he would have tried to stop her. He bit back a cry of delight when he felt Jo’s lips pressing warmly against the swollen head of his glans.

Enjoying the taste of his cock, Jo allowed her tongue to trace along the huge length of Nick’s member. It was a gorgeous cock. She fondly remembered it as being one of the best she had ever sampled. Nick’s foreskin rolled back beneath the teasing of her tongue, revealing a huge purple end that glistened slickly in the glow of the streetlamp. Greedily, Jo swallowed it. Her mouth encompassed the wide girth of Nick’s member and she sucked softly on the flesh as she guided it slowly to the back of her throat.

Nick groaned quietly. His initial nervousness had dissipated. He held her head fondly in his hands as Jo moved her mouth back and forth along his length.

Jo continued to suck him, enjoying the salty taste of his cock as it filled her mouth. She had never been a great lover of blow jobs but Nick was an exception. His stiff dick felt perfect in her mouth and the pressure of his swollen end, pressing against the back of her throat, always brought her close to the brink of orgasm. She squeezed the tip of his penis between her tongue and her palate, aware that he was pressing hard into her mouth as she did it.

Conversation drifted past them in a wordless drone. People entered and left the pub beside them, oblivious to their presence. Jo continued relentlessly. She noted a stiffening in Nick’s cock when the sounds came too close. Shrewdly, she realised his arousal was heightened by the fear of discovery. She continued to suck on him and tease his length with her tongue as she unfastened his belt. He only realised what she was doing when Jo began to pull his trousers down.

‘Jo!’ he exclaimed urgently. ‘What the –?’

‘I want to play with your balls,’ she told him petulantly. To prove this was true, she began kneading his plums gently in one cool hand. Her fingers stroked through the downy hairs of his balls and she cupped his package appreciatively in her fingers. He was obviously enjoying her teasing, she realised, and it came as no surprise when she saw how close he was to ejaculating. His balls were a tight pre-climax bundle. She squeezed them softly in her palm, rolling the testicles together with a measured degree of care. It was a movement meticulously intended to bring him to the point. Her lips stroked his length and she showered it with tiny kisses. Each kiss caused Nick’s entire body to stiffen tensely.

He’s fighting it, Jo thought incredulously. He’s on the brink of coming, and he’s fighting it, she told herself. She rubbed her tongue over the end of his cock and lapped up the pearl of pre-come that had grown there. The sweetly salty taste of his juice was intoxicating and Jo felt herself shiver happily. Unable to contain her desire for him any longer, Jo placed her mouth around Nick’s member and began to suck furiously on his length. As her mouth worked on his cock, her fingers stroked and caressed his balls in a quickening tempo.

‘I’m going to come,’ Nick hissed through gritted teeth.

Jo had not needed him to tell her this. Regardless of Nick’s determination, she had other ideas of when he was going to climax. The rapid throb of his length in her mouth was sufficient to tell Jo he was on the brink. She felt dizzy with anticipation as she thought how good it would feel to have his seed spray against the back of her mouth. Greedily, Jo sucked harder. Her tongue teased under the rim of his cock’s purple head, thrilling the glans deftly. She tasted another trickle of pre-come; and then he came.

She felt Nick’s orgasm start in his balls. The base of his magnificent length shuddered against her bottom lip and suddenly it seemed as if his cock had grown inside her mouth. Nick pressed himself forcefully into her mouth until his cock was touching the back of her throat.

If she had been able to, Jo would have gasped for breath. A wave of exhilarated pleasure washed over her. The steady pulse of Nick’s ejaculation began to thump inside her mouth. All she could taste was the heady flavour of his seed and the effect was instantaneous. Shot after shot of his jism filled her mouth and she swallowed it quickly. She savoured the flavour as greatly as she enjoyed the intimacy. Her own orgasm was not as powerful as Nick’s but she did not doubt it was equally good. Every pore of her body seemed to sing happily as she gulped down the last droplet of his climax.

She moved her mouth away from his cock and smiled up at him. ‘Just like old times, isn’t it?’ she said, licking her lips avariciously.

He grinned down at her, breathless from the exertion of his orgasm. ‘Just like old times,’ he agreed.

*   *   *

It took ten minutes for them to get back to Nick’s flat. As she entered the doorway, Jo was reminded of the reason she and Nick had been unable to live together. The hallway was neat and uncluttered; the carpet was clean and recently vacuumed and all the visible surfaces glistened with the dull lustre of perfectly applied polish.

‘I see you’re still a neurotic,’ she said, as he took her coat and placed it on a hook in the cubbyhole beside the door.

‘It isn’t neurotic to run round the place now and again with a Hoover,’ he explained carefully.

His penchant for tidiness, and Jo’s inability to accept it, had been the cause of the big argument that finally ended their relationship. The misery he had felt on the day she left his flat was still etched deeply on his memory and Nick did not want to scratch at that particular wound. He turned away from the cubbyhole and was amazed to see she was wearing only a skirt, stockings and shoes. He remembered her breasts fondly and was delighted to see his memory had not exaggerated their perfect beauty. The round orbs were slightly larger than was normal for a woman of her build and her areolas were a dusky rose-petal pink that darkened to red at her nipples. He gazed at them wistfully, momentarily transported to happier days when the sight of her nudity was not such a rare thing. A whirlwind of emotions began to swirl inside him, the most predominant of which was his growing arousal.

She swayed her bare breasts provocatively in front of him, rubbing the orbs playfully with her fingers as he watched. The notion that she was naked beneath the jacket had occurred to him when he first saw Jo in the corner booth at the pub. However, the fact seemed to have miraculously slipped his mind.

Now, admiring her half-naked body as she stood in his hall, Nick wondered how he could have overlooked such a thing. He did not waste any valuable time contemplating this thought. Instead, he pressed her forcefully against the wall and his mouth found hers. In an instant they were intertwined, kissing and caressing one another with furious delight. His hands fell on her breasts, carefully kneading them between his fingers and palm until Jo sighed happily in response.

His tongue pressed between her lips and Jo accepted it happily. His kissing was almost as exciting as the cool touch of his hands against her breasts. The occasional brush of his thumb over the aroused swelling of her nipples forced Jo to take deep breaths of laboured excitement. She allowed him to taste her fully before pushing her own tongue into his mouth and enjoying the intimacy of kissing him. Her hands caressed his cheeks and face. Her fingers ran through his hair and she delighted in the tactile stimulation of his nearness. Determined to extract as much pleasure from him as she could, as well as the information she wanted, Jo rubbed her hand eagerly against his swollen groin.