Nineteen
“Elizabeth, Margaret, Sharkey.” Although Sharkey’s speech was still slow, there was no pause this time, and more importantly, no giggling.
“What do you do for a living?” The second question came as smoothly as the first, and she answered it without hesitation.
“I work for Cellular Operations. It’s nothing to do with mobile phones - it’s more of a front for undercover operations.”
My eyes bulged as Sharkey began revealing all the pertinent details of our business. If this happened to me while under Alain’s roof, my life would be toast - very burnt, black, and un-recoverable toast.
“What’s your role in the business?” The question seemed benign from James’s lips, but that one little question could do a whole world of damage in the wrong person’s hands.
“I oversee day to day operations. My role involves a bit of accounting, plenty of meetings, and lots of reading. I always have my nose buried in an operative’s file.” Sharkey smiled up at him as she revealed all of her deepest, darkest secrets, and I believe she’d have happily told him her life’s tale had there been time.
“What sort of operatives do you have at Cellular Operations?” James smiled and held her hand in his, gently rubbing it. I almost wanted to be her, until I realised that I would be her, very shortly, and I probably wouldn’t much like it.
“Oh, all sorts. Some are assassins who take care of the wet work, then we have some who are good with computers, others with special areas of expertise, and some are just brilliant all-rounders.”
“How about that one there. Is she one of your operatives?” He pointed at me on the floor, and Sharkey had to struggle upwards to see me, until James flicked his hand upwards, indicating that I should stand. I did so immediately. She’d already seen me naked, and I wasn’t about to waste time on embarrassment all over again.
“Oh, that’s Lois. She’s one of our best operatives. If we can’t get the job done, we generally send Lois in and she’ll sort it out for us.” Praise indeed, I thought sourly.
“How’s her performance been this year?”
I opened my mouth, wanting to object, but James was ready for me. Waving the ball gag about just behind his shoulder, so Sharkey wouldn’t see, I found myself at an impasse. My jaw closed with an audible snap, as that seemed to be the only way I could vent my frustration.
“Well, pretty good, up until her boyfriend died, of course. Understandably, her head hasn’t been much in the game since then.”
“And what makes you think it is now?” James’s expression had turned serious, but Sharkey wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at me. I wondered if she was trying to figure out why I was naked, but she didn’t seem at all perturbed by the fact.
“I’m not sure that it is, but I know that even if she isn’t at her best, she’ll still be one hundred percent above the rest. Her latest psyche evaluation came out clean, but Lois is smart. She’ll have already figured out how to get round a psychiatrist.”
James paused in his questioning then, and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Lois, would you turn out the lights please?” Walking over to the light switch, I couldn’t help but wonder what James was up to now. Was he trying to send us all to sleep? Obeying orders, I flipped the switch, plunging the room into semi-darkness. The lamp spread soft amber light across the room and gave everything a soothing, warm tone.
Letting out a shocked gasp, I had a dreadful suspicion that I knew where this line of questioning was going. James wouldn’t do that to me, would he? But I think I already knew the answer to that. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Elizabeth looked at me for a moment, and when I say looked, I mean really looked. When she finally cleared her throat to answer, I prayed for the answer to be ‘no.’ Yes would come with serious consequences, and no would be a blissful relief. What were the chances of my boss finding me attractive, anyway? Infinitesimal, I was sure. It would be wrong on so many levels, and I didn’t want to visit any of them.
“Yes.” The softly spoken word came crashing down in my brain. It set off a few more alarm bells, and the headache that had been simmering just above my left eye suddenly exploded with full force.
“She’s a very beautiful women,” Sharkey added as an afterthought, with a slow smile.
Desperately wanting to place my head in my hands, I just about managed to keep them by my sides.
“You’d noticed, huh?” The sarcasm rolled off James’s tongue, but Sharkey was oblivious to it. She was still staring at me, and it had almost gotten to the stage where I wondered if I had horns. Finally, James broke the tension in the room.
“Would you like to kiss her?”
“James!” I bleated. “Unfair! That’s suggestion and you know it.” The man had been deliberately provoking her. Whilst I had no idea what kind of drug he’d given her, she’d better hope it was the one that knocked your memory out dead. Otherwise, she was going to have a very interesting lesbian interlude to add to her already impressive resume.
“Tut, tut, tut.” James repeated each of those three short words very slowly, and then pulled the gag out of his pocket with one neat tug. Dammit! This had been his plan all along. I wanted to scream. “Kneel by my feet, Lois, and open that delectable little mouth wide.”
“You can’t do this,” I wailed. Unfortunately, he’d already proved on more than one occasion that he could. If the two of them were let loose on me, my will power was shortly going to vanish. Even though I had never had the urge to try girl-on-girl before, with James in the room, I was going to go up in flames.
“Oh, I think you’ll find I can. Quickly now, Lois. You’re already at twenty swats, and this time I won’t be using my hand.” He lifted his head up and stared at me directly, as if daring me to object. Closing my eyes for a second, refusing to let him see the look of pain that crossed my eyes, I then slowly drifted towards him. It would all be over in a couple of hours, I told myself, and then I’d be one step closer to where I wanted to be. When I finally reached him, I sat back on my heels once more, opening my mouth wide, as instructed. The fear had thankfully gone. In its place was white-hot heat, and I was dripping wet.
“Good girl.” He patted my head and then, without warning, gripped a fistful of my hair tightly. Pulling my head back sharply, watching as my mouth widened in shock, he slowly slotted the bright red ball into my mouth. The strap was then swiftly buckled behind my head. As Sharkey’s eyes continued to bore into mine, I found the humiliation of being seen like this almost too much to bear.
“Now, where were we?” He stroked my cheek as he considered the matter. It simply fanned the flames and enraged me.
“Elizabeth, would you like to get naked for Lois and me? Things will be much more fun if you’re naked.” James turned his head round and looked at her questioningly. He gently began fondling me between my legs, and then he used his hand to slowly push my head to the side so he could nibble my neck. Elizabeth didn’t stand a chance, and neither did I. The infernal man had me mewling and dribbling over him in no time at all. When he finally pulled away, my hands were clutching at him, clinging on for dear life. I balled them into fists and cursed the day he’d entered my life.
“Let’s watch Elizabeth strip together. You’ll probably want to get revved up for your spanking, right, Lois?” James gripped my hand and entwined my fingers in hers as if we were intimate lovers. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was playing at. If this was some kind of united front for Sharkey, the action was wasted. The woman was sky-high, and she wasn’t coming down any time soon.
Patting the bed beside him, he indicated that I should sit by him. When I hesitated for a second, James simply hauled me up and turned my face with his hand so I was forced to admire the sexy striptease that was going on for our benefit. Scrap that, it was going on for James’s benefit. Sharkey was a red-blooded woman at heart, and I was nothing more than a passing diversion for her. Trying to sigh, but completely unable to because my mouth was stoppered, I let my gaze fall to the sight that was unfolding before us.
Sharkey had now wriggled out of her black silk shirt, which wasn’t a great hardship - James had pretty much ripped the thing off her earlier. She was now trying to slither out of her jeans, but her co-ordination wasn’t what it once was. Fumbling around, trying to find her zipper, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
“Lois, go help her.” The sexy undercurrent of James voice went straight to the parts that other voices couldn’t reach.
Unable to answer, I shook my head no. This was all moving far too quickly for my liking.
“Remember the promise you made to me last time I let you orgasm? You owe me, Lois, and not doing as you’re told will result in punishments. You already have more of those stacked up than you can handle.” When I didn’t budge from my seated position, James decided to use dirty tactics.
“You need to do this, Lois. Girl-on-girl will be something you’re expected to do regularly at CB. If they sense that you don’t like it, they’ll make you do it all the more. So dip your toes in and get them nice and wet.”
Whilst I knew he was speaking the truth, I still didn’t want to jump on up and get up close and personal with another woman’s lingerie.
“Remember all those things on that limits list we have yet to try? There’s some corker’s on there, Lois. Let’s see… we could always try some more medical play, or perhaps some anal training. That could be fun, right, Lois?”
James didn’t laugh as my feet began to straddle Elizabeth, although I suspect he might have gloated a bit. In the end, the threats hadn’t really been necessary. I’d known he was right about this being something I’d need to get under my belt. It appeared to be one of a long line in upgrades that needed to be applied to my sex life.
As Elizabeth struggled with her trousers, a worried look crossed her face. She wasn’t used to dealing with uncoordinated fingers and fumbling thumbs. Her brain was trying to figure out what was wrong, but coming up blank. Whilst the wicked side of me could almost revel in her discomfort, there was also a part of me that wanted to erase the worry away and see if there was any way we could make this experience pleasurable for the both of us. As her fingers continued to try and work the fly of her jeans loose, I gently caressed her hands with mine before setting them gently at her sides. She made a couple of mewling sounds of distress, and I had an idea of how to soothe her. Feeling James’s eyes boring into the back of my head, I decided to give him the show he wanted. One day my life might depend on it, so it was probably time to see what I was made of. Realising that I wasn’t going to be able to give a very inspiring show without the use of my lips, I turned to James and pointed directly at my gag. He was a smart man. He’d get the message.
“No way, Lois. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet immensely.” He grinned at me, so I knew we still had room for negotiation. I pointed at the gag again and blinked my eyes prettily.
“What’s it worth, Lois? Are you willing to bargain?”
Ahh, so that’s what this was about. Things were beginning to slot into place nicely. After every obstacle he threw at me was accomplished, there seemed to be a mountain just around the corner.
“Well, off you go, Lois. I must say, I think I’m almost looking forward to this.” James motioned with his hand for me to continue. There was just one small problem with that. I was still gagged. Since when had James ever made anything easy for me? Eyeballing him rather unpleasantly, I took a moment to calm down and think the challenge through. Seriously, this was child’s play considering some of the things I’d had to do in the past. Something would come to me.
Think, Lois, think. What would James want from you? And then it hit me. There was something I very much wanted to do. Hopefully James wouldn’t be as averse to the idea this time, and now I was more than prepared to beg for my supper – especially if it meant getting the use of my voice back. Patting Sharkey softly on the cheek, I let her know I’d be back to finish what I’d started very shortly with a wink.
My next move was to push James’s chair back a little, which enabled me to kneel on the floor at his feet. Looking up him, unafraid to meet those icy blue eyes for a change, I placed a hand on each of his knees. A little anticipation wouldn’t hurt – would it? Then, without warning, I nuzzled my gagged mouth into his crotch. He’d get the idea. Running the top of the silicone ball I wore up and down a surprisingly hard member, I felt rather proud of myself as it jumped underneath my touch. Maybe he wasn’t quite as immune to me as I’d previously thought. After several passes up and down his groin, where I alternated with a feather light touch before pressing myself against him very firmly, I paused and waited for his verdict.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said cheekily.
Making a large annoyed sound in my throat, I gave him ‘the look,’ though he didn’t seem much bothered by it. Following that up with an aggravated sigh, I began using the tips of my fingernails to torment him, and if several of my nails dug in a little deeper than they should, that was his problem. Eventually, he took pity on me.
“Is this your way of saying you’d like to suck my cock after all?”
I nodded vehemently. Now was no time for beating about the bush.
“Ahh, the proposition is lovely, Lois, but you know I want a little bit more than that.”
Damn the man! He was really trying his best to make my life as difficult as possible. Pointing with both hands to my gag, I then threw them up in the air. Why did he have to make this so hard? Knowing exactly what he wanted, I tried to figure out a way to get the message across to him. It didn’t take me long to come up with something.
Cupping both my hands together, I held them out in front of me, as if begging for alms. It was the only thing I could think of that would get the idea of what he wanted across.
“So you are prepared to beg?” His eyes widened in surprise, though I didn’t know why that should be. He was an attractive man, and sucking his cock wouldn’t be a hardship. Hell, I might even enjoy myself. “Then I’ll look forward that later.” Leaning forward in his chair, he brushed his fingers through my hair before reaching down to unfasten the buckle of the leather strap. He didn’t hurry, and for that my hair roots were thankful, but when the gag was finally pulled free of my lips with a large sucking pop, I felt nothing but relief.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, my head down and my eyes to the floor. I was learning.
“You’re welcome. Now get back there and finish what you started, Lois. I find myself very keen to watch, knowing what my reward will be afterwards.” With a light tap on my backside, he shooed me off the floor.
Uh oh. Now I had to give him the show he was expecting. Guess I’d better make it a good one. As I climbed back on the bed, I wondered if panic would overtake me. Whenever I ventured into the unknown, there was always a fifty-fifty chance that this might be the case, but for some reason I was completely calm. It was probably due to the fact that my body was desperately excited by James’s teasing, and I was prepared to do almost anything that involved naked body contact.
Straddling Sharkey again, I said, “Need a hand?” The poor woman had given up all pretence of trying to strip, and her eyes were beginning to droop. Whatever James had given her, it looked like it had sedative effects thrown in.
“Am I allowed to let her sleep?” Having a rough idea of what the answer was, I still thought it best to be sure.
“If you do, your technique is abysmally bad and we’ll have to work on it all night. Then, when she wakes up tomorrow morning, we can go through this all again.”
Rolling my eyes at the big bad monster, who looked thoroughly entertained by my antics, I decided I could put off the inevitable no longer. It was time to pop my girl-on-girl cherry.
As Sharkey’s jeans were currently around her ankles, a single tug at both heels freed them easily. I let them fall to the floor behind me, uncaring of where they landed. Running the tips of my fingers gently over the smooth soles of her feet, I laughed when I found out she was ticklish. Somehow, her soft laughter erased most of the tension in the room, and I became a bit bolder. Using the tips of my fingers, I gently ran them up the inside of her legs, and when I reached her lacy black panties, I let the heat of my breath tease her.
James didn’t leave me alone, of course. “Seduce her, Lois. Find out exactly what makes her tick, light her up, and send her flying. You’ve got to make them want it. Get her head in the game, and everything else will be easy. There’s eight billion people on this earth, Lois. You’ve got to make her feel as if she’s the only one you’d ever want to fuck.”
His words didn’t stop there, but I tuned them out. If I was going to do this properly, I needed to concentrate, and James was a distraction. There was a simple solution to the problem. I needed to start talking dirty. It would hopefully shut him up, and turn her on at the same time. Here goes nothing, I thought.
“Elizabeth,” I purred, letting my lips touch her sex. “Have you ever had sex with a woman?” My voice was bold, and I sounded sure of myself. Good.
Her eyelids fluttered once, twice, and then she managed to focus on the question. “Yes, but only once.” Her words were slurred and slow, but still easy for me to understand.
“And did you enjoy it?” My lips spoke against the crotch of her panties. I knew from experience that the movement would torment, and by the way she squirmed, it seemed I was on the right track.
“It was okay. I’ve stuck to men since then. You generally know what you’re getting with men.” My tongue lapped at her clit through the pretty swirling pattern of the black lace, and she moaned.
“A big fat cock pistoning in and out of you a few times, and a pat on the head when it’s all finished?” I enquired. She laughed.
“Something like that.” Gently biting the tip of her clit, I giggled and she let out a low moan.
“James?” I didn’t look at him as I was speaking to him. “Could we have a few toys?” If I was going to do this, I intended to do it properly.
“Of course, Lois. Let your inner dominatrix roam free. That way you can cross two things off my list at once. How very efficient of you.”
As I had no idea it was on there, it wasn’t, but I didn’t intend to argue with him.
There was a scrape of chair legs and the sound of footsteps disappearing. It was a relief to have him out of the room. I had a feeling that I was never going to be comfortable anywhere near James, but in a week’s time, that wasn’t going to be a problem. A week was a time frame I could deal with, and although it would seem like forever, it would actually be gone in a flash. I smiled for the first time.
“Elizabeth.” The words were whispered against her sex again, and I watched her hips writhe against me. “Elizabeth?”
“Mm?” She tangled her hands in her hair and pulled at the ends in frustration, which was interesting, as I’d barely gotten started. Maybe she suffered from the James effect, too.
My warm hands rose upwards to caress the plump globes of her breasts. Squeezing them lightly, I said, “I’m going to make you scream my name, over and over again. All fucking night long, you are going to forget that any other word, bar Lois, exists.” My hands reached under her bra and pushed it up high on her chest. Pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I alternated between soft pulses and firm pinches. With the odd, sharp flick of a fingernail, I teased them into tight little points, and the friction they created against my hands was exquisite. Sucking a tip into my mouth, I suckled long and hard, feeling immensely proud of myself as her body arched up in pleasure. I’d heard women could come from nipple stimulation alone, and it was certainly worth a try, I thought. Using my hands to stroke and knead her right breast, my tongue and teeth went to work on her left. Soft, gentle caresses with my tongue were followed by a light graze or nip with my teeth. In a matter of seconds, I had her grabbing the bed sheets with her fists as she squirmed under my torment.
Rubbing my own breasts against her, anxious for a little stimulation myself, I began switching my attention from one pouting peak to another as my knee sank between her legs and pressed against the sweet softness it found there. Her nipples were now like knife-edges, straining for all the attention they could get, and I was happy to give it to them. Rocking my knee between her legs, I bit, tweaked, flicked, lapped, and fondled. She was soaked, and the friction worked in my favour. All of I sudden, I stopped in mid-flow and waited to see what would happen.
“Noooo,” she wailed. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Okay, I was making the most of my power trip, but could you blame me? Her soft whimpers and moans empowered me, and now that’d I’d had a taste of her, I found I that wanted more. Lots more.
“Yes. Yes, please let me come for you. I’ll do anything you ask, just please let me come.” Her voice was ragged, and the beautiful edges it now bore turned me on something fierce.
“You’re right. You will do anything I ask, and before the night’s out, you’ll wonder what the hell you’ve signed up for, but I promise you one thing…” I waited quietly for her to take the bait.
“What?” Her breath was coming in fast little pants, and watching those silky ripe breasts rise and fall in tandem was a delicious sight indeed.
“I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” With that, I set to tugging, twisting, sucking, and pinching. One moment my tongue gave a barely-there liquid caress, and in the next I had half a boob in my mouth and was tugging ferociously at it. The woman went off like a rocket with a one-way ticket to outer space.
When James came back into the room, it was to find Sharkey’s hips rolling and her hands begging me to stop. I paid neither any attention.
Sighing, I pouted prettily before saying, “Did you know you can come just from having your nipples stimulated?” I then got very distracted by the large plastic tub of toys that he had in his hands. Handing them over to me, I was like a kid in sweet shop for a moment as I considered what I could do with all these wondrous implements of torture.
“Funnily enough, I did know that, Lois. I do own a fucking shop, after all. Found anything you like yet?” If he thought he could change the conversation that easily, he was much mistaken.
“Ha. You own a fucking shop, but you don’t fuck. That’s a joke for a start. Who did a number on you?” And there it was. I’d overstepped the boundaries, but I didn’t care. There was a strong desire to dip my toes into James’s past and uncover every last little secret I could find.
“Oh, I fuck on occasion, Lois. I’m a red-blooded male, after all.” He ran his thumb along my bottom lip roughly, distending it with his harsh treatment, and it was intended to shut me up.
“But you don’t fuck girls like me.” This was all beginning to make sense now.
“Spot on, Lois. I don’t fuck girls like you. Now, go pick your toys and fuck someone you can fuck before I get fucking annoyed.”
James was taking all the fun out of my evening, but I refused to back down that easily.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t mess with anyone that might fall in love with you, or vice versa.” There, I’d said it. If he wanted to shoot me down in flames, now was his chance.
There was deathly silence for a moment, and it didn’t take a brain surgeon to realise that whilst I was probably correct, I’d also overstepped the line.
“You have three seconds to get back on that bed, Lois, or I’m going to fill you with the same shit I’ve just given Sharkey, and I’ll have considerably more fun with your body than I probably should.” The smile was cold and calculating.
“You don’t scare me, James Leveritt.” That may have been more bravado than I actually felt, so I didn’t look at him as I busied myself rummaging through the toy box in front of me. Feeling his eyes boring into me, I didn’t take too long making my choices. Picking up a purple thirteen inch double-ended dildo, a vibrating butt plug, a sachet of lube, and finally grabbing a riding crop, I hoisted myself back on the bed.
“Do you even know what to do with that?” The dry comment from my temporary lord and master did not make me turn around.
“Well, you’ll just have to watch and find out, won’t you?” From then on in, I tried my best to erase his presence from my mind. I had bigger and better things to focus on.
Sharkey’s eyes were drooping closed when I repositioned myself back between her legs, so I gently laid my toys beside us and used my fingers and tongue to wake her up again. Thankfully, it didn’t take her long to come around.
“Mmm, Lois?” she said sleepily.
“Mm,” I agreed, blowing against her clit. “Think you can go another round with me?”
“I’m not sure I have the energy,” she said, laughing, her eyes fully open now, and it was clear they were actively encouraging me to get on with things.
“Let me see if I can convince you,” I purred, and I set to work.
It didn’t take me long to discover that, contrary to my earlier thoughts, I quite liked girl-on-girl. Don’t get me wrong, I was still firmly in the I-love-blokes camp, but playing around with a willing female participant every now and again had its charms. They were softer, smoother, and just far more delicate than their male counterparts. Sharkey smelt enticing, too. Jasmine and musk tantalised my senses, and I found I couldn’t get enough of it. Licking the fragrance off her at every opportunity, I had her writhing in very short order.
Deciding that I would try to give her a G-spot orgasm, because whatever James had done to me back in Elite Encounters had been amazingly awesome, I began stroking the inside wall of her vagina. Having done some reading on the matter, after my ‘Ultimate Pain Package,’ I’d tried to recreate the experience from the comfort of my own bedroom, but to no avail. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do to yourself. Perhaps if I practised on Sharkey, it might help me gather a few hints and tips on the subject. It certainly couldn’t hurt.
Curling my fingers upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion, it didn’t take me long to find the spongy, walnut-sized bump that was otherwise known as the G-spot. So my first challenge had been easier than I thought. There was no time for congratulating myself, though, as my second challenge was to figure out how the double-ended dildo worked. Okay, so I kinda knew the basics, but whether it would actually work as well in practise was another matter entirely. There was only one way to find out.
Inserting the dildo a good four or five inches inside me, I was unsurprised to find myself extremely wet. Apparently I really liked being in charge. Too bad that wasn’t going to be in my immediate future. Oh well. Dipping the remaining end into Sharkey’s pussy, I began to lubricate the beast slowly. Sliding nothing more than the tip in and out, over and over again, I watched as she writhed about on the bed, and then slapped her hands away when they tried to pull me closer for more.
“Uh uh uh.” Shaking my head at her, I said, “This is my show and you need to obey my rules if you want to come. Okay?” She responded by whimpering and nodding. I decided that I’d keep this image of Sharkey inside my head for special occasions. After a particularly bad debriefing, it just might come in handy. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. Yes, I want more,” she pleaded, her hands coming up for me again as the dildo dipped inside her and then quickly retreated. I batted them away again.
“Then ask nicely,” I drawled, my hands reaching up to tweak both of her nipples simultaneously.
After she’d finished gasping, she whispered, “Please, Lois. Please fuck me properly. I’m desperate.” Another breathy little gasp escaped her lips as I entered her again.
Feeling mightily empowered after that little comment, I just hoped I could deliver what she was expecting. Whilst I could hold the dildo pretty accurately for the few light penetrations I was giving her, full blown thrusting might be beyond the ability of my PC muscles. Oh well, there was only one way to find out.
Down on my knees, I grabbed her hips and lifted them upwards. I then began slowly thrusting back and forth inside her. Thankfully, the dildo was quite firm and I somehow managed to control the beast.
“Oh God, that feels good. Don’t stop, Lois. Don’t, whatever you do, fucking stop.”
So, of course I stopped. Slipping out of her gently, I went back to my G-spot teasing, tormenting that soft, slippery little bump until she was breathless and pleading in front of me.
“I’m going to come, Lois. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to come.”
Which was my cue to stop again. Sucking my index finger into my mouth and getting it nice and wet, I asked, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Elizabeth?” Repeating the question a further two times, I finally got my answer.
“Yes,” she whimpered, and, to be honest, I wasn’t really surprised. Having no wish to know exactly what my boss got up to behind closed doors, I left the conversation there and began running my finger around her tight little hole, getting her ready for what was to come next.
“Do you want to be filled, Elizabeth? Both holes at once?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, and there was no hesitation now. Her eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets in pleasure, and it felt gratifying to know that it was me who put that wondrous expression on her face.
Carefully laying myself down on top of her body, I caressed her face, exploring all the curves, contours, and delightful hollows that presented themselves to me. The enticing smell of jasmine teased me at each taste, and the feel of her body wriggling beneath me was a potent aphrodisiac. As her arms came for me, trying to push me down lower, I grasped each one firmly and slammed them into the bed.
“I’m the one running this show,” I whispered, “and if you don’t do as you’re told, you’re not going to enjoy yourself very much.” Biting her lip firmly, to make my point known, I stared into a pair of lovely chocolate brown eyes until she got my message. It didn’t take too long, thankfully. Rewarding her submission with my eager lips, I thrust my tongue against hers, and the battle for supremacy continued for a while, although we both know knew who the winner was in this game.
When we both needed to come up for air, I diverted my attention lower once more. Kissing a leisurely path down her body, purely to torment her, my fingers began teasing her ass again. Nestling themselves deep within that dark valley, I began to circle her hole again and again. It didn’t take me long to find the sachet of lubricant and, using one hand and my teeth, I tore the packet open. When I removed both hands to make sure the plug was fully lubricated, she whimpered and moaned in heat.
“Shh,” I soothed her. “This will all be over in a minute.”
Holding the plug in my left hand, I went back to teasing her G-spot with my right. Inserting three fingers now, I tormented both her pussy and ass at the same time. Gentle little pulses of the plug, followed by firm strokes of my fingers had her near delirious in record time. She was more than ready for orgasm number two, I thought.
Stealing a casual glance over my shoulder, I found James with his eyes glued to the both of us. Giving him a slow smile, I said, “Kiss her.”
He gave me an answering one in return. “Looking to distract her, Lois?”
“That’s exactly it,” I grinned.
He did not need to be asked twice. Having already disposed of his shirt, James’s naked back leaned over the bed, and it was already glistening with sweat. Had we made him hot and bothered? I certainly hoped so. Maybe he could have some of what I normally had every time he was in close proximity to me.
Watching his fingers slide carefully under her head, before his hand lifted her up, I once again became insanely jealous. It was an instinctive reaction, and one I could do nothing about. I wanted those lips near me, knowing first hand all of the wondrous things they could do. Managing to curb my growl of annoyance, I gritted my teeth, but that anger had to be vented somehow.
Pushing the plug forward with a little more force than necessary, Sharkey shot up off the bed and yowled, but the deed had been done. The plug had slotted nicely home, which gave me time to concentrate on the other sweet hole, the one dead centre between her legs. Twisting my fingers inside her, in long, slow thrusting motions, I found her elusive little spot once more and began to torment it. Reaching to my side for the crop, my hand touched down in several places before I managed to confirm that it was missing. I looked sideways at James.
“That was my toy,” I snarled.
“Yes, it was. Now that you find yourself insanely jealous of Elizabeth, I think I’d better make it mine until I can calm you down.”
Arrghh. How did that man read me so well? Seriously, I might as well have had a flashing neon sign on my forehead that instantly relayed the contents of my brain.
Not bothering to deny it, I said, “And how do you intend on doing that?”
The crop flew in the air with a whoosh and landed sharply on my left buttock. I yelped, and the resulting smarting sensation drew tears to my eyes. “That’s supposed to calm me down?” I asked incredulously.
“Hell no. But you will be when I’ve finished with you. Get a move on and make her come, Lois, and then I’ll see to both of you.” With that, his lips were back on Sharkey, but thankfully the jealousy had ebbed. Even though I knew the man was a playboy, I still couldn’t help those green moods. I really had to do something about that…
“Lois, concentrate.”
And that’s what I did. Less than two minutes later, with my fingers coiling firmly around her insides, Sharkey came with a guttural roar and an impressive eruption of her own. Somehow, I’d managed to make the woman squirt. This had to be a near miracle. Feeling particularly proud of myself, I almost didn’t notice when James wrapped his hand around my neck.
“Impressive, Lois. Maybe you’ll fit in just fine at CB after all.” It seemed I now had a red, rosy glow to go with my feel-good mood. If it was praise from the master, it had to have been good.
“Elizabeth, I want you to watch Lois and me while you masturbate yourself to orgasm. Do you think you can do that?” James’s voice clearly suggested that he did, even if she didn’t.
“God, yes,” came the immediate, raspy reply. I didn’t know how she could be so sure - she’d just come twice, for goodness sake!
“Then be a good girl and open those legs wide. We want a good show, don’t we, Lois?”
I wasn’t given time to respond before his lips crashed into mine, and after that, all the good brain cells decided to go on strike. Trying to come up for air on several occasions, I was quickly sucked back down into the maelstrom, and my head spun in dizzying, effervescent circles. The feeling was electric, and I nearly smothered myself, so great was my need to be close to him.
A sharp tap with the crop soon centred me, though, and Sharkey was given one of the same. We both yelped in tandem.
“Get those fingers moving, Elizabeth. I want you nice and wet.” James pressed the leather tip of the crop to the top of Sharkey’s mound and watched as she rushed to do his bidding. After a few seconds, he clucked his tongue. “Not nearly good enough, darling. You can do better than that.” He tapped the crop lightly on her mound as an added incentive, and she tried her best, but it was obvious the poor woman was exhausted. James smacked the crop down hard, making her yelp in shock, before he turned around to face me.
“Lois, lie down between her legs and warm her up for me.” My backside got a sharp swat with the crop as I hastened to obey, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me shout. “That’s it, Lois. Torment her with your tongue and pump that plug in and out. Let’s give her the big finale.” Having my boss suffer under my hands one last time this evening wasn’t going to be a hardship, so I did exactly as he said. This time, however, it was nowhere near as simple as the first.
For starters, James had begun spanking my backside. With one hand, he alternated from cheek to cheek, and the pressure was just hard enough to keep me wriggling. Even if it hadn’t been, his other hand between my legs would have been.
“You are so wet, Lois. If I’d had any idea how much playing with girls would turn you on, I’d have brought one in earlier.” Had I been able to speak, I might have responded to that, but my lips and tongue were being firmly employed elsewhere.
Trying to concentrate with all that going on behind me was nearly impossible, but James was intent on making things as difficult as possible.
“Did you know that spanking is great as a warm up, because it increases blood flow to the sweet spot, or ‘genitals’ as it’s more commonly known, which helps to turn you on?”
I didn’t answer that question.
“It also stimulates some major nerves, and the body often confuses pain for pleasure.”
Now that was something I had already noticed. My body was already humming in anticipation of what was to come. Hopefully my fingers and tongue were doing a reasonable job at getting Sharkey to the same place.
There were three cracks of the crop upon my body, and I was nearly paralysed for a second, but when no more were forthcoming, I began to relax. Then the crop lightly skimmed my skin, and I jumped so forcefully, I lost contact with Sharkey’s clit. Oops.
“The anticipation of a swat is almost as good as the sharp sting of a hit, isn’t it, Lois?”
It was, but I still wasn’t going to answer him. I had Sharkey writhing again, and it was a pretty good feeling. Grabbing hold of both her breasts, I tweaked her nipples again, laughing as her hands rushed up to try and protect her poor little nubs. I then began pumping her plug backwards and forwards, and the deep, raspy moan she made was my reward.
James didn’t want her to come so quickly though, so he dotted a round of quick, sharp swats all over her body, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Quite mean, but extremely effective. The sound of very vocal swearing made my ears burn for a few minutes.
“Not yet, Elizabeth. I haven’t finished with Lois yet.” Not sure I liked the sound of that, I paused for a second. Sharkey began moaning in earnest, so it was difficult to hear much, but the sound of tearing caught my attention. Godamnit. I was shortly going to kill…
“Unnnghh.” A plug, very similar in size and shape to the one I’d used on Sharkey, was now being positioned at my rear - at least, I thought it was a plug. When another soft plastic dildo entered my pussy, and both began vibrating in earnest, I realised my mistake. How in the hell was I supposed to concentrate now? James’s fingers continually flicked and nipped at my clit, and if I thought wailing and begging would have done any good, I might have gone down that route. Another whack with the crop had me seeing stars.
“Make her come, Lois. It’s the last one of the evening, so make it good.”
And that’s exactly what I did. Three fingers of one hand were pumping inside her, my mouth was on her clit, and my other hand penetrated her over and over with the plug. The edge of pain had helped lengthen my play time with her, but judging by the heaving gulps of air she was taking in, Sharkey wasn’t going to last too much longer, and neither was I. As her hips arched majestically off the bed and she began sobbing hysterically, I increased the onslaught of my fingers and tongue until she began screaming. Nearly at the point of no return myself, I waited patiently for James to return the favour, but suddenly, on the edge of that precarious precipice, he stopped all movement and withdrew the invaders from my body.
“Nice work, Lois. Now it’s time for Elizabeth to go home, and you to go to bed. You’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.” I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. There had been an inkling at the back of my mind that he might pull this stunt with me, so I sucked in my displeasure and held myself firmly in check. He was not getting a reaction. Climbing off the bed slowly, I drew in several gulps of calming breaths and wiped my lips clean with my wrist. You can get through this, Lois, I told myself. Although, right now, it was a miserable experience.
Leaving Sharkey in a state of near hysteria, writhing and rolling as her stomach and hips tried to come to terms with what I’d just done to her body, I reasoned it would take her a half hour or so to recover, but she’d come around just fine. Strangely, I didn’t waste any time wondering whether my actions this evening might affect my future promotion prospects. If I was lucky enough to survive this experience, there was a good chance I might be considering different career options at the end of it.
Swinging weary legs off the bed, I stood up and faced James with a penetrating stare that went far beyond his eyes.
“That was pretty impressive,” he acknowledged, and I genuinely think I’d surprised him. He did not get an answering smile from me, however. The pain of acute orgasm denial did not put me in a warm and fuzzy mood, so I gave it to him with both barrels blasting.
“Next time you pull a stunt like this, be honest with me,” I said. “If you’re injecting barbiturates into her system, her eyes are going to dilate. Similarly, as expert an actor as she is, she forgot to slur her words as soon as we got serious, and she was pretty concise with her hands and fingers when she wanted to push me away. You could have saved yourself the trouble of wasting a needle and a bottle of saline solution.”
James didn’t look in the least bit chastised, but I didn’t let that stop my tirade.
“Well, I’ve had an exhausting night. Forgive me if I don’t crawl back to my bed, but I’m sick and tired of the lot of you. “
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
My eyes nearly shot forward from their sockets at that remark. After all he’d put me through, he could not be serious. “Yes, I think I am. I’m forgetting that I should probably throw a swift kick to your general groin area on my way out.”
“Oh, you’re not getting out of our little deal that easily, Lois. You made me a promise.” The seductive purr of his voice left me in no doubt as to what he meant.
“You’re not serious? I’ve just insulted and yelled at you, and you want me to suck your cock?” My mouth hung open. I couldn’t be bothered to close it either, because it looked like I’d be using it soon.
“Angry women turn me the fuck on.” Tangling a hand in my hair, he applied direct, forceful pressure to my back until my knees buckled and I was on the floor before him.
“Remember that you have to beg, Lois. That was also part of the deal. I’m really looking forward to that part.”
“James Leveritt, you are the biggest asshole that has ever walked the face of the earth,” I said in fury, but in reality, my mouth was already watering, and I could think of nothing but freeing the constrained cock that was bulging forth in front of me. Exhaustion be damned, I was once again horny as hell.
“Nah. I’m the second biggest asshole. You’ll meet the guy that holds the top spot shortly. Now shut up and put that hole to good use.”
And that was how our story began. Little did I realise, even though I was half in love with James back then, I would soon forget all about him in less than two weeks’ time. As unbelievable as it sounds, it was the truth. When the doors of Carte Blanche opened for me, they would strip my world bare, and I’ve never been a girl who was fond of black and white. Though James had tried his best to warn me, it wasn’t until I was on the road of no return that I realised I had made the biggest mistake of my life. All alone, and with no one to turn to, I’d made my bed, but lying in it was almost impossible. Alain Dumortier was out for blood. Mine.
The End
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