The Black Widow (2 page)

Secured in the chair, John chewed on his lower lip as he watched her. There was pained expression lighting his eyes as he vainly tested the clasps at his wrists.

Enjoying his nervousness, Sky reached for the waistband of her bottoms and pulled them slowly down. She kicked her feet out of her trainers then stepped out of the tight-fitting pants. Placing her hands on her hips, she allowed John to admire her figure, clad only in a snug-fitting bra and matching black G-string.

His excitement was so great that under other circumstances she would have found it comical. John’s features were a writhing mass of conflicting emotions, each one struggling for a position of power on his face. His fear seemed to have dissipated, for the moment, while his arousal had increased monumentally. The nervous flicker at the back of his pale blue eyes showed he was still a little uneasy with the prospect of what she had in store, but he seemed more than prepared to overlook those qualms.

Sky could feel her confidence soaring as she watched this. Her plan was working better than she could have hoped. Turning her back on him, she bent over the briefcase, allowing him to see the rounded swell of her backside. The copper-coloured cheeks were separated by a thin strip of black fabric. The strip widened slightly as it went between her legs, the narrow gusset of the G-string barely covering the lips of her sex. Taking a short riding crop from the case, she turned to face John and walked back to the birthing-stool. Using the flat, spade-like tip of the crop, she stroked his hairless balls.

‘You don’t need to worry about my taking control of Elysian Fields,’ she told him thoughtfully. ‘I’m more than capable of running it. I’ve worked in gyms and health farms before.’ A bitter smile twisted her lips and her mood darkened a shade. ‘I’ve had to work in them,’ she added unhappily. Trying to emphasise her distress, she pressed the tip of the riding crop firmly against his tender sac.

John shrank back in the stool, desperately trying to put some distance between himself and Sky.

She laughed softly. ‘I know what you’re thinking,’ she assured him. She took a step closer and stroked her fingers against his rigid length. At the same time, she pressed the tip of the riding crop against the rim of his arsehole. ‘You think that I might be an unsuitable sort of person to take control, and in a way I can sympathise with your fears. I used to live my life under the same hedonistic principles that Elysian Fields now works to. But things have changed since then.’ A frown furrowed her brow. ‘Things have changed a lot since then,’ she said heavily.

John remained silent, studying her with a wary expression.

Sky was oblivious to him. She was talking more to herself than John, lost in her own world of harsh memories and bitter retribution. ‘I guess it was the hard work that cured me of my ideals,’ she said idly. ‘Years of penury and hardship killed my dreams. It warped my principles out of all recognisable shape.’ She laughed again, a harsh, mirthless sound. ‘They had a nickname for me at the last health farm where I worked,’ she told him. ‘They called me the Black Widow.’

John swallowed nervously. His face was crumpled with helplessness and he struggled against the clasps on the birthing-stool.

‘I suppose the Black Widow is a fitting name,’ Sky went on. ‘I am a widow, and I invariably dress in black, but I think they named me after the spider.’ She turned to smile at him, an evil glint sparkling in her hazel eyes. ‘You know. The big black spider that devours its partner after mating.’ She grinned rapaciously. ‘I’d begun to get that sort of reputation. Not that I killed or ate any of my lovers. But some of them were left wishing I had.’

With a sudden, vicious movement, she raised the riding crop high in the air, then brought in down smartly against his thigh.

Startled, John gasped for air.

‘Give me a decision, John. Which is it going to be? Are you leaving? Are you staying? Answer me.’ She raised the crop again and brought it down with three sharp, successive swipes. The first striped the inside of his left thigh and the second scored a red line on his right. The third blow landed squarely on his scrotum.

As John howled in a high-pitched scream, Sky reconsidered the idea of gagging him. It would not be ideal but if he was going to make this sort of noise it would only be prudent. She dropped the crop to the floor and stepped closer. With her right hand she grabbed his aching balls with talon-like fingers. Ignoring his protests and cries for release, she moved her mouth over his and kissed him. Her tongue slipped between his lips and she traced the silky wetness inside.

John’s moans of protest subsided and she felt his erection stiffen against her wrist. Shaking her head ruefully, she mentally chastised him for making things too easy. She moved her mouth away. ‘Did you ever wonder how this birthing-stool got here? Were you on duty when it was delivered?’

Aware of his nervousness and confusion, she shook her head and continued to answer her own question. ‘I had it delivered, with no return address and strict instructions that the carrier wasn’t to take it back. I figured it would end up in a storeroom like this when I sent it. And I knew the time would come when I would be here to use it.’

He was unable to mask his fear as he stared at her.

Sky kissed him softly and gave his balls a reassuring squeeze. ‘I’m telling you this, so that you know how much planning I’ve done. Your involvement in my scheme is negligible and I’ve worked too long and too hard to let you be more than a minor irritation. Now, which is it to be?’

He rolled his head from side to side. ‘I can’t leave Elysian Fields,’ he gasped. ‘I have a job here and I’ve made a commitment.’

‘That’s a shame,’ she told him with feigned sadness. ‘I suppose the owner made a wise choice employing someone with your dedication. It’s a pity you got caught in the middle of all this but, if things work out the way I intend, then I might consider reinstating you.’

He was staring at her with obvious panic.

Sky was surprised to discover the depth of her own malicious streak. The pleasure she was gleaning from his obvious discomfort went beyond the enjoyment she had anticipated. Watching him squirm on the birthing-stool, she could feel the pulse between her legs beating to a quickening tempo.

‘Don’t you just love the design of this thing?’ she asked, slapping the side of the stool. Her hand moved beneath him and she teased the smooth flesh of his backside through the cut-out semicircle of the birthing-stool’s seat. The tip of one finger touched the sensitive rim of his anus and John tried to shrink away from her.

With her resolve hardening, Sky pushed the finger towards the centre of his arsehole and forced it inside him.

John’s eyes opened wide, a combination of excitement and horror contorting his features. Sky wondered idly if her sharp fingernail was causing him discomfort, then decided that she did not particularly care. She allowed her finger to wriggle inside him for a moment, then slowly withdrew it. His sphincter tightened spasmodically as the finger made its languid egress.

John groaned as she took her hand away.

‘That’s just one of the advantages of this contraption,’ Sky said. With a broad grin, she moved to the side of the birthing-stool and began to climb on to it. ‘I didn’t just have it delivered,’ she told him as she positioned herself over him. ‘I had the damned thing specially designed. The wrist and ankle cuffs were the first part I had fitted. Then I had these steps added, so that a person could climb on it, the way I’m climbing on it now.’ She was poised directly over him, the front panel of her G-string brushing purposefully against his nose.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ John asked quietly.

She graced him with a wicked grin. ‘Don’t take it personally. You just happen to be the wrong person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.’ She laughed softly. ‘That sounded quite melodramatic, don’t you think?’

He shrugged awkwardly. ‘What are you going to do with me?’

‘I can’t make you leave – you told me that much – so that means you’re going to have to stay and we can do things in one of two ways.’

John frowned, appearing more uneasy with each word she spoke.

‘There’s a nice way, and a not so nice way,’ she began. ‘You show me what a good boy you can be, and I’ll trust you to behave that way. But if you fail to please me right now, I’ll have you tucked away in a forgotten corner of this place. You’ll be left bound and gagged, then fed and watered when I remember.’

He glared up at her, blatantly scared by the malice of her casual threat.

‘But let’s not dwell on the unpleasant things that might happen,’ Sky said. ‘I’ve told you what’s at stake and I’m sure that you’re bright enough to do the right thing. Right now, you’re going to tongue my pussy and make me scream with excitement.

Carefully, she teased the front panel of her G-string to one side and pushed herself close to his mouth. For a moment she did not think he was going to respond. He was a wilful bastard, she thought ruefully, and not the sort who enjoyed being dominated. Controlling him in the chair was taking more effort than she had allowed for. Trying to control him out of the chair would be full-time occupation and she did not have the time for such an indulgence.

Before she could give this thought any more consideration, John had lifted his head and pushed his tongue against her flesh. The slippery wetness of his mouth stroked against the flesh of her pussy lips. Like John, Sky depilated her pubic bush and his tongue was able to travel smoothly against her exposed sex. A tingle of excitement coursed through her as she rolled her pelvis up and down against the squirming of his tongue.

Memories of the tour through the building were still fresh in her mind, guiding her thoughts into a lurid channel. She could feel the swell of her arousal returning with a furious energy. In the tight, lacy confines of her bra, her breasts ached for attention. She teased her fingers against the ultra-sensitive nubs of her nipples, shivering as tremors of euphoria swept over her. Squeezing the hardening buds tightly, Sky realised the pressure was bringing her dangerously close to orgasm. It seemed incredible to be so close to climax after only a little of John’s tonguing and her own caresses. Regardless of how incredible it seemed, Sky wallowed in the pleasure of her dominant position.

The tip of his tongue caressed her labia as he sucked one lip, before moving on to the next. He moved his mouth until he had found the pulsing pearl of her clitoris. His tongue flicked quickly over the exposed ball, causing Sky to take a sharp intake of breath. As his mouth travelled lower, his bottom lip brushed against the thin line of flesh between her arsehole and her pussy. With an eagerness that Sky found exhilarating, John pushed his tongue deep into her sodden cleft. His head moved furiously back and forth as he repeatedly plunged his tongue into her.

Sky heard herself squeal. The pleasure of being tongue-fucked was a rare treat, especially from someone as capable as John. Enjoying the warm wetness of his mouth against her sex, she pushed herself on to him with renewed vigour. After giving her nipples a final squeeze, she slipped her hands from her breasts. Pushing her fingers through his short blond hair, she held his head firmly in position. Keeping tight hold, she rode herself against his face. His nose and chin were quickly covered with the lubrication of her pussy honey and she could see him trying to blink his eyes open through a viscous veil.

Feeling orgasm rushing towards her, she ignored his gasps for breath and concentrated on her own satisfaction. She had not allowed for an interlude like this one in her plans, but, now that she was enjoying it, she was determined to extract as much pleasure as possible.

The climax came in a searing blaze that felt almost triumphant as it tore through her. A dynamic explosion jetted through every straining muscle and she pulled John’s head hard against her flesh.

He continued to use his tongue as her orgasm shot a golden stream of juice into his mouth. Sky sighed contentedly, her entire body undulating with a series of powerful contractions.

She released his head as the pleasure began to subside, then eased herself away. There was still a hint of fear in his eyes but she could see that it was not affecting his arousal. His length stood hard between his legs, the tip leaking a thin stream of pre-come.

‘I want your cock now,’ she told him, uneven breaths forcing the words to rise and fall. ‘But first, I want an answer. Will you be submissive to me? Or do I have to lock you away?’ She curled her fingers round his shaft, pressing her nails into the rigid flesh.

John forced himself back against the birthing-stool, writhing from side to side in the chair. He struggled vainly against the clasps at his wrists and his tortured expression was so pitiful Sky felt a genuine wave of sympathy.

She brushed the tip of his cock against the febrile flesh of her labia. The gusset of her G-string had been pushed to one side and the bulbous tip of his swollen cock was allowed to stroke her smooth skin without obstruction.

‘Which is it to be, John?’ she whispered. ‘I need an answer quickly. The invitations have already been sent and the wheels are in motion. Do you want to spend the next fortnight locked in this chair? Or can I trust you to be an obedient little boy for me?’

He began to nod eagerly and, in that instant, Sky realised she had won.

‘I’ll be yours,’ he assured her. ‘I’ll do whatever you want,’ he said quickly. ‘I’ll –’

She pushed the tip of his cock against her wet hole and slid down on to him. He fell silent as soon as she made the move. As his cock continued to fill her, they both began to groan.

Sky’s fingers went to the base of his length. She squeezed him hard, using the pads of her fingertips this time rather than the cruel edge of her nails. He bucked beneath her, his hips going forward as he struggled to slide further into the tight confines of her moist interior. His jaw was set in a determined grimace, the exertion contorting his features. The straining cords of his neck muscles pulsed with pure adrenaline as he fought to contain his orgasm.

Panting happily, Sky squeezed his cock harder and stared down at him. ‘Do you promise to be a good boy?’