James half pulled, half dragged me back to my room, and he wasn’t particularly gentle about it. During that time, my mind raced. Was he going to give me a spanking? Would it be unbearable? Could he make me cry? Would he pull one of his medical stunts, like he did back at Elite Encounters? Oh shit, what had I just done? I was now handcuffed to a madman, and about to pay the price.When we got back to my room, he picked me up and dumped me on the bed. Plucking a key out of his pocket, he then unlocked his cuff, only to refasten it to a metal headboard, which hadn’t been there earlier.“Before you even think about escaping, Lois, I’ve drilled the headboard into the floor with nine-inch nails.” He then grabbed the base of my T-shirt, and even though I knew what he was about to do before he did it, I still couldn’t help my eyes wincing.“You wouldn’t,” I whispered, already knowing that he would.“Watch me.” His face was grim as he ripped my shirt in two from the bottom all the way to the
“Lois. Why are you fighting me? You went to a great deal of trouble to make sure I took you on, yet here you are trying to slam your fists against my chest. You can go home any time you like, sweetheart, and it would be much better for me all round if you did.”It was clear James thought I was soft in the head, and who could blame him? Had my instructor been anyone else, I would have done exactly as I was told. That was the normal protocol. Get in, obey orders, and get the hell out as quickly as possible. The trouble was that I couldn’t think straight around James. Wanting to scream again, but knowing I was in enough trouble already, I bit my lip. He tilted his head, looked me straight in the eye, and frowned again.“Do you want to go home, Lois? I can have you out of these cuffs in a jiffy. All you have to do is say the word.” He stroked my cheek with his index finger, and I shuddered. The chemistry was instant, shocking, and his touch literally burned me. It was a headache I didn’
“I think I remember you telling me quite clearly that you did not want an orgasm from me. Is that correct?” His wet lips glistened, and I had the insane urge to taste myself upon them. The damn handcuffs were going to drive me crazy.“I think you must have misheard me. I don’t remember saying any such thing,” I lied. In acute pain, now that his tongue had stopped, I wanted to howl, but I wasn’t the one calling the shots. But oh, I so wished I was.He shook his head at me before giving me a wicked grin. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lois. My memory isn’t that bad. I think someone has just earned themselves a spanking, if they hadn’t already, which you had.” My stomach dropped. I did not want a spanking. There was only one thing I wanted, and it didn’t involve pain - quite the opposite, in fact.“Do you want my hand, the paddle, or the flogger?” he questioned.“Can’t we just skip the spanking? It must be about three in the morning,” I whined. My clit pulsed petulantly, and my lips formed a sulky pou
James didn’t say a lot after that. He looked weary as he picked up my legs once more and rubbed the tender flesh of my ass, noting that I winced as he did so. He warmed the area up with his hands for a good few minutes before I felt compelled to speak. I needed to get this over with.“Do you still want me to count?” I whispered. If he did, I was in trouble - I had no idea what number we’d ended on, and the thought of going back to the start was unbearable. “No. This finishes when you cry. You can either look at it as a personal challenge to have the sorest backside in the UK, or you can give me what I want and then try to get some sleep. It’s up to you, Lois. It’s four am now, but I can and will go as long as it takes to get you to that place.”“I don’t want to go there,” I whispered. It wasn’t the pain I was frightened of, it was the tears. Once they started, it was almost impossible to stop them.“I know you don’t, Lois, which is why I’m being upfront with you. You need to go there
When sleep came for me in a few minutes' time, I would neither care nor be worried about the fact. Analysing all the implications of our rather sordid, temporary relationship could come later - much, much later, hopefully.The nightmares that had been absent these last five years returned with a vengeance. Everyone that had ever held a knife to my throat or a gun to my back seemed to reappear in my brain, over and over again. It was bizarre, really. Now that I didn’t fear death, and was almost actively trying to meet it head-on, they’d reappeared for kicks. I found myself running down dark alleyways, thrown into deep, dark holes, and covered with mud, before scrambling over rusty barbed wire fences that cut my skin to ribbons. They were just a few of my dark hours, but thankfully I awoke, gasping for breath, before I got to my favourite one.Trying to move my arms and tug the cover up over my body, it was with shock that I realized I was stuck solid in position, with a pair of arms
The man was between my legs in a heartbeat, and before I knew what was happening, he’d sucked my entire clit into his mouth. My mouth opened, but all that came out was a whimper. What rare and unusual punishment was I to face this time?“Stop that,” I whispered, but either he didn’t hear me, or he didn’t care. His fingers began to dip inside me, and I was mortified to find I was already wet. The man had only been in the room ten seconds. My body had no shame. Immediately tensing up, he began to soothe me with his fingers and hands. They were running up my legs, over my stomach, kneading the flesh of my breasts, and I couldn’t think. If you’d asked me what day of the week it was, I would have been lost.“Relax,” he whispered, stopping for a moment to look at me. His lips were glistening, and his eyes were dark. It seemed I wasn’t the only one aroused. Closing my eyes to block out the image he presented, I squeaked, “Found anything down there yet?”The question was met with a deep, th
“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to unlock those handcuffs, and you’re going to crawl to the bathroom to take a shower. Whilst under my instruction, you will crawl everywhere unless I give you orders to the contrary. Alain’s girls work under the same principle, so it will be good practise. When you’ve finished, you can come join me in the kitchen where we’ll go over your limits form. It’s a bit soggy, but it’s been on the radiator for the past couple of hours, so hopefully we’ll be able to piece it back together. Any questions?” There was an annoying twinkle in James’s eye that I didn’t much like. As he leaned over me to release the cuffs, I had to resist the urge to gouge his eyeballs out. He was well aware of my struggle. His lips didn’t stop twitching the whole time that he was bent down over me.“Do I get a cup of coffee, Sir?” The instructions didn’t seem like much fun, but I hadn’t expected anything less. I also knew that things around here were very tame at the m
My nails softened as they slowly crept higher, tracing a delicate line upon his flesh. When they reached his balls, I gently cupped them in my hand and rolled them between my fingers. I didn’t get so much as a moan, but to be fair, I hadn’t expected one. I had a feeling James Leveritt would be extremely hard to please, but I was going to pull out all the stops trying to figure him out.Pulling away from his grip on my neck, I looked up at him with eyes that were black with lust. He still looked perfectly calm and in control, but I hadn’t finished with him yet.“Hey, vampire, can you put those teeth to good use anywhere else?” I whispered as my fingernails took a leisurely walk up the silken flesh of his cock.“Where do you want them?” He grinned.“Is my mouth off limits, Sir, or are you prepared to sacrifice a small part of yourself in this training plan?” My fist started gently curling around his cock, and I was happy to stand there, perfectly still, whilst it pulsed firmly beneath m
“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 made 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 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 lip
“Lois, get off her and give her a minute. You might as well pick your poison out of these goodies meanwhile, and then you can return to tormenting her. I had no idea you had a taste for domination.” To make sure I complied with his orders, James grabbed a handful of my ha ir and pulled me upwards. “She needs air, Lois.” He rolled his eyes. 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 a 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.
“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, un
“What is your name?” James’ voice was softer than usual, and it had a kinder lilt. I guessed he figured he didn’t have to try so hard after the poor woman was pumped full of drugs.“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 unrecoverable 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 o
Unable to stop myself, my back arched, and I let out a low mewl of pleasure. He then tweaked my nipple sharply, and I was brought swiftly back down to earth. “You enjoy the games just as much as I do, Lois, you just don’t know it yet.” Closing the gap between our faces, he then claimed my lips with a fierce ab andon, and now I was sunbathing in another dimension.The thought of pushing him away didn’t enter my head, although that would have been my best option. Instead, I sat there dumbstruck and lapped him up with everything I had available. Lips, tongue, hands, fingertips… they all clamoured for soft heat and smooth skin. The fact that I couldn’t have him only made me want him all the more, but that was half the point. If the man wasn’t so unobtainable, would I still want him? That question would eat away at me for a few days, I was sure.“Lois, you should be pushing me away, not trying to eat my face off.” James’s lips twitched as he pulled away, and I wanted to bury my face in m
“What is your name?” James and Sharkey now sat facing each other, across the dining room table. There was no such luxury for me. I was still on the cold, hard floor, craning my neck up to look at the pair.There was a pause as Sharkey deliberated her answer. It might have been amusing in different circumstances.“Sandra Blakely.” She giggled.James turned towards me and sighed. “Does that sound convincing to you?”I shook my head. “She’s only been under the influence of the stuff once or twice, so I can’t expect a lot from her. Although she’s been instructed to lie in response to everything I ask her, when I up her dose in ten minutes' time, she’ll find it nearly impossible to do so. That’s because ‘so-called’ truth serums slow down your body’s reactions. It will take a lot longer for messages to be sent to the brain and performing high-functioning tasks will become increasingly difficult. Her concentration span can now be likened to that of a toddler.”Sharkey giggled again, and thou
“You can tell me all about luck after you’ve finished your next assignment, Lois, because you’ll need to be the luckiest woman alive in order to do what you’re planning and get out alive.” Removing the soft metal cap of the vial, he fished out another wipe to clean the top of the bottle. He then grabbed the syringe and tugged the cap of the needle away with his teeth. Punching the tip of the needle into the top of the vial, he depressed the plunger completely before slowly extracting a few cc’s of clear liquid.“Well, I guess I’d better give you the whistle-stop tour,” he said, slowly withdrawing the needle from the vial. Unable to tear my gaze away, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear this, but that didn’t concern him in the least.“There’s Sodium Pentothal, which is a barbiturate, and in light doses it can be used as a truth serum. You’ve got to be careful with that one, though, because if you give your subject too much, you’ll send them to sleep.”If only, I thought.“Alain will use t
Reaching for the bathroom cabinet door with shaking fingers, I located the black plastic container easily. Bar a couple of toothbrushes and some floss, it was all that was in there. Now, did I obey orders, or did I open the box? The temptation to disobey was great. It was probably better to be prepared for what was going to come next, or was it? There was a good chance that even if I opened the box, I’d have no idea of its contents. Hovering with indecision for a moment, in the end I decided to err on the side of caution. If James did have this place rigged out with cameras everywhere, I was going to pay at some point in the near future, and I could take a surprise. Hopefully.Back on two legs, I raced back through the corridor to make up for my earlier dithering. I needn’t have bothered. When I entered the kitchen once again, the two of them were rolling about on the floor in a state of impressive dishabille. My first thought was to deliver a swift kick into any ribcage I could find
“Two weeks. I can work with two weeks.” James didn’t look at her chest, which was now fully on display, revealing a sexy black lace bra that must have borne an expensive designer tag.“Lois, can you pay really careful attention and listen to everything James tells you? If you can, you can take the intensive James Leveritt course and be out of here in a week. Does that work for you?” Again, she didn’t look at me. Her voice was aimed over her shoulder in my direction, but her eyes were firmly on James.“Say no, Lois.” This time, he did look at me, and his eyes were pleading. Why? Why did the man care whether I lived or died? Most of the people in my business were hardened to such things. Casualties were an unfortunate but regular consequence in the little games we played. If James had been one of Sharkey’s trainees, he’d have patted me on the head, pointed me in the direction of Carte Blanche, and his conscience could then rest easy. This didn’t appear to be the case, and I couldn’t un