Dark Redemption Ch. 10

Heading out of the driveway, I only got as far as four blocks before tears flowed. Pulling over in a side street, it took a while before I could see my way to calming myself and getting my thoughts together. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning. Walking around looking as though I'd been crying all morning didn't appeal to me. However the thought of Peter, my Peter, with that woman was driving me mad.

Composing myself enough to drive, I decided I had to find a way to survive the next few hours. One day I will follow them, and find out all about her. The idea of gaining the upper hand in this way, torturing myself mercilessly comforted me, but today was not that day.

I decided that while I was down the street a massage was the best way to distract myself from what was going on the other side of town. Driving straight to my favorite spa had my spirits lift for the briefest moment. I sent Peter a text telling him I'd be a little longer as I was stopping for a massage.

There was no immediate reply and I shuddered to think how he might be distracted. The pain mounted inside me. As I walked into the spa I tripped over the doorstep. I grabbed at a display of oils and sent them crashing all over the floor, as if I were a clumsy foolish child.

However the distraction was useful. Suddenly I was clamoring over the floor picking up the little vials murmuring apologies; for being stupid, for being in the way, for being alive. Nothing broke, mercifully, and soon I had the small tower assembled again. The woman behind the counter came running around to help me, sprouting her own apologies about the stupid place to set them and how people were always bumping into them.

When we'd both brought some order to the situation she moved to the other side of the counter and asked me what she could do for me.

"I really need a massage. A full hour, if you have it."

"Certainly. I think Ezie is free at the moment. I'll check."

She was out of the room for a few moments when she re-entered with a European looking man. His sandy blond hair off set his creamy golden skin, set as a background for the fine features of an almost androgynous quality. His feline beauty was what the doctor ordered. He smiled and introduced himself and told me he was free immediately for an hour.

I agreed to the appointment and followed Ezie upstairs. He took me into a small room that had a chair in a corner and a large massage table in the middle. He gave me some forms to fill in. We exchanged warm smiles with direct eye contact as we chatted, each clearly very attracted to the other. I sensed the sexual tension, even as I batted it away, more by habit than by any kind of loyalty to Peter. While I knew he was with another woman, my vulnerability heightened. Vulnerable especially to a gorgeous young man like Ezie, and that was definitely not what I was looking for.

Once my forms were filled in, Ezie left the room and I got undressed. Removing my clothes in a foreign room had its own sensuality. I tried to take advantage of the moment, and distract myself from my fear and the other negative tricks of my mind.

I lay on the table on my belly with a towel over me. Ezie knocked on the door and I told him to come in. He started to play some soft music, rubbed oils into his hands and slid the towel slowly, sensuously down my back to my backside, so that the flesh of my back lay exposed. Waves crashed in the room from the stereo, and the oil used filled the room with the scent of salty sea spray.

He rested his hands on the small of my back, applied pressure and slid his oiled hands up my back. My large breasts mashed against the padded surface of the massage table and the soft flesh pressed out either side of me. More than once as my back was rubbed, Ezie's hands brushed against the curve of my breasts as if they were begging him to fondle them.

As this very beautiful young man was running his hands all over my body, my mind freely wandered back to the start of Peter and my intense lovemaking days.

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By the time I had finished the bath, lucidity returned and my body had the orgasm it yearned for all day. My freedom to concentrate on what had happened between Peter and I surfaced. As soon as I was out, Peter dried me with a big fluffy towel, and handed me a silk robe.

"Do you want to talk Anna?"

"Yes Peter. You introduced another person into our lovemaking without asking me."

"How do you feel about that?" he asked.

As I walked into the main room of the cottage, I noticed my bag was gone. I guessed it was packed away by Peter or someone else.

Peter followed me. I sat on the bed, and crawled my way to the pillows, and lay there. Peter edged up next to me, still in his shirtsleeves and suit pants.

"How do you feel about what happened to you?" He asked again.

"I feel wonderful. I feel brave and exciting and womanly. But I don't understand. We had another person with us. I don't get how that fits in with your concept of fidelity. I prefer that our connection stay between us. I don't want anyone else Peter. I only want you. I thought that was what you wanted"

"Used that woman. I don't know her name. She's a prostitute. I got her through "Special Events" a brothel that I found in the directory. I've never met her before and I'll never meet her again. I specifically asked for someone who was excellent at oral sex, and for a woman."

"But why?"

"Because we couldn't have that experience without her."

"Do you want to include other people in our lovemaking?"

"Not always, and not intimately. But I do feel that to break into you, we will have to use some people as playthings for us. I don't want any kind of a relationship with them; I want the thrill of the sexual moment. And when we think that you have emerged from this shell that you hide behind, we can dismiss it all together. But in the early stages of training, I think it is very exciting for you to be exposed to others. Sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not."

"What about you? Did you get the feeling that you wanted to fuck that woman?"

"Not in the slightest. She wasn't attractive to me. Even more than that, I was completely aroused by what was happening to you. Do you realize that you came twice? And the second time she had both her fingers in you. This was all exactly according to my instruction. You were so hot. You were filled with confusion and fear, but you let your incredible body came anyway."

This was all true. And it had been phenomenal. So exciting, so arousing.

Peter reached out and ran his hand over my shoulder. He slid it to my waist, and let it fall to the place where my legs were resting on each other. He gently brushed his hand up my legs, pulling the silk material of my robe away as he felt my skin.

"Do you know how exciting it is for me to watch you emerge? I know what you have hidden deep in there."

His hand rested on the folds of my vagina, and I got wet again. He slid his hand further, across my belly, and cupped my left breast. "But I want everything that you have in here as well. I don't just want your beast, I want the woman, and I want your soul. I want all of you to belong to me, just as every piece of me belongs to you."

He leaned in and kissed me. I rolled over on to my back, and he moved over the top of me. His kisses became fevered and hard. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and pulled it out again. His mouth; wet, hot and insistent.

"I want to suck you now. I want to make you cum again." And with that he slid his face to my breasts sucking on my nipple, pulling on it, making it stand tall like a tiny pencil. He moved to the other nipple, and sucked hard on that directly affecting the ache between my legs. He trailed his face swirling around my navel, moving into position.

"Did that woman lick you like this?" he asked before he spread me apart so my legs were lewdly spread before him. Plunging his face between my legs, he dug his tongue deep into my vagina. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face as hard into my spread legs as our bodies allowed. I writhed and ground myself on his face, as he pressed himself into me.

He pulled his face away and smoothed apart my labia with his fingers and swirled his tongue around my clitoris exactly as the woman had done to me earlier. He plunged two fingers into me and swam them around the gaping spongy mess of my pussy, pulling them apart to spread me open further.

He removed the fingers, and while his tongue continued its blissful ministrations on my clitoris, he jammed his two fingers into my cunt and my ass at the same time, causing me to buck and writhe more heavily against his face. I came immediately squirting juice out of the gaping hole into his hungry gulping face.

He pulled his fingers out and in one move climbed hard on top of me and kissed my face, rubbing my juices all over me. It smelled wonderful and I kissed and licked him sucking and sucking on his face. "Oh... my beautiful Anna, my beautiful wild woman. You are made for me, perfect for me. I love you and I want every piece of you."

He leapt off me and off the bed, and took his suit trousers off with his underwear. He bent over and took his socks off, stood and removed his shirt. As fast as he had gotten up to remove his own clothes, he was on top of me, and his penis rammed hard into me. I spread my legs willingly curling them up and over his back and hooking my feet each on the other so as to get myself as wide and as open as I could for him. He pumped into me hard over and over again, until in a burst he came deep inside me, screaming my name into the night.

Peter rolled off me and lay on the top covers of the bed next to me. I looked over at him. Only then I realized he'd not touched the woman who was with us in any sexual way at all.

"Peter, did you touch her? Did you want her? Did it excite you watching a woman performing oral sex on me?"

"I didn't want her. I barely noticed her. Getting my monies worth was my interest there."

He rolled over on his side. His penis' hung down, the tip of it curing on to the bed, as he kept talking to me.

"I wanted you to realize I didn't want her. When she's there, when she is in the room, performing the most sexual of acts, I didn't want her. Do you understand? I want you to see my love for you is complete. No one can take me from you."

"I think we will devour each other with this kind of passion. Its darkness is too big for us. We will somehow destroy each other."

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Then the universe can take me that way. That is the way I'll die!"

We laughed and rolled into each other, kissing like lovers kiss. We lay like that for some time; I even managed to get a small sleep in his arms. We sucking in each other's breath and held our bodies close and tight. I smelled him, his seed, my earthly lust on his face, and it gave me a deep peace and a comfort I had never known before.

I was his. Truly and completely his.

Somehow I knew this was the beginning.

"Peter? Are you going to include others in our lovemaking again?"

"Yes darling. Does it bother you?"

"Will I always be safe?"

"Yes. I promise you. You will always be safe."

"And will I ever have to deal with you and someone else?"

"Never. I promise you Anna, I have no interest in that. I don't want anyone else. Any other person is only included for experimental reasons in the development of you." He smiled a cheeky smile at me. "After all my love, I have had my share of times with others as I prepared myself for you."

"Can you tell me about some of those?"

"Yes. Of course. Any time you want. Do you want to hear about the Moroccan model first or the Swedish flight attendant."

"Ewe! Neither of those!" A hurt feeling stabbed in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to know about the beautiful hoards of women before me that somehow in Peters mind I measured up to. One thing was for sure, I'd never feel I was as good as them and did not need that sort of insecurity.

I looked at Peter and saw a cheeky glint in his eye.

"No one before you was able to be what you are my love. You are all the things I had searched for and everything I will ever want. That is more than a promise Anna. That is the truth now and it will always be the truth."

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The feel of Ezie's hands on my body as I thought about my life with Peter and what had gone on between us in those early days was sending me off into my own little world. I was transported.

"Are you okay Anna?"

Ezie's voice in my ear brought me back to earth with a jolt.

"Um, yes. Why?"

"Because we are at the end. If I had time I would offer you another thirty minutes but the next person waits.

I had completely drifted off.

"Oh, god, sorry! I will get up."

"Please move slow. Anna, can I ask you? I think you are very tight in the lower back. Is there some stress in your life?"

"Well, yes, some. Perhaps I will come back next week?"

"Yes. This is I think, a good idea. Now, I will leave. You can dress alone."

And alone I was.

It was one in the afternoon. I would have to pay for this and then get the groceries I needed, candles and then get back home. I would have to let Peter know that I was going to pick up the kids and that he can stay at work.

The massage had worked wonders. I still had this dull ache in the back of my head but nothing like I felt before. Not only did my back actually fell better, but the very slight flirt with Ezie had worked a treat. I felt desirable. Attractive even. There was no jolt as I realized Peter had spent time with the other woman. I felt more in control. Maybe not entirely ready to be happy, but I did not have the crushing weight of realization burdening my shoulders.

Once I was dressed, I went downstairs and booked in for next week with Ezie at the same time. I was thinking I might take a day a week off as a special time for me. The time I would need to rejuvenate and re-focus so that I was able to do what I felt really needed to be done.

I hovered in the supermarket for a little longer than was necessary as I started to float off into the negatives of my situation again. The time with Ezie had been great but the euphoria did not last long and within the hour I was feeling bitter again. But I would still continue with my Friday plan. I could rely on it as a sanctuary day.

With groceries and lots of candles I headed back for home. I stopped in at the office and spoke to Peter's secretary. It was two and Peter was not yet back from his lunch. I was seething, but I asked her to tell him I was home. I sent him a brief text saying I would pick up the kids. No need to add any questions about where he was. My text would do its magic alone.

I went upstairs and got the dinner semi prepared. I would have to go and get the kinds in a few minutes. Then the next evening would begin and life would just go on.

Driving off to get the kids I realized it had now been a full twenty-four hour day since I found out that Peter was being unfaithful to me. By the time I was parked outside the school I had sunk low and it was as if all the good work of the morning had faded. I had fifteen minutes before the school closed and rang its bell, and I sat back fighting off tears, thinking of Peter.

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I read the note again.

"Be at the Great Western Hotel at 4.30pm Sharp Tuesday 3rd.

-Wear your long black coat.

-Wear your black highest heels.

-Wear your seamed stockings

-Wear your black lace garter belt and nothing else.

Trust me."

This was a request to go out in public in the middle of summer with my thick English Burberry coat wearing only the lower half of my sexiest underwear -- no knickers -- at a very busy time of the afternoon, in a very busy place.

I was thrilled, but also a little scared. What could Peter possibly have in mind for me? Tuesday third was exactly two weeks away so I had time to reschedule all my clients for that afternoon. The hotel he had asked me to be at was quite a long way away and to be there at that time I would have to leave the office by three -- thirty. So I would shut down from three. Just to be sure.

On the day again I was very excited. I knew what the last encounter Peter had created for me was like and my mind raced over the possibilities this time. Peter was not in all day. He told me the night before he would be out.

We had not discussed the note. Something in me knew not to talk to him about it, and a week earlier I had seen in the diary that he would be out on the afternoon of the Tuesday, which I took as a confirmation. I had scheduled Wednesday off as well so that whatever happened to me on the Tuesday, I was able to deal with it.

Three pm finally came and our secretary left for the afternoon. I was thrilled and excited, my heart raced. I was not in exactly the same state as I was the first time because I had a better idea of how the scenario played itself out. I was nervous because we had said we would engage other people as playthings. And I believed him when he'd said that to me. Perhaps this was a day we'd be doing something like that?

The drive over in the car felt endless. It was a very hot day and I was glad for the air-conditioning. Then it was difficult to park. But I was able to do this and able to still get there a little early. It was four twenty. I still had ten minutes before I was due. I knew being early was almost as bad as being late. I was not allowed to drink any alcohol on these little adventures. Those rules had already been established.

I went to the ladies for a freshen up. On my way there I spotted Peter, sitting at a table out the front. I attracted strange looks in my long winter coat in the middle of summer, and Peter watched the others watching me.

I checked my makeup and then strolled through the already crowded pub, and headed out to Peters table. There was only one chair and Peter was sitting in it. I wondered if I would have to get my own. I approached and stood in front of Peter.

"Hello Peter. I am here."

"Hello Anna. We will be leaving here right away. Are you hot?" He had a very cheeky glint in his eye.

"Yes I am."

"Here you go." As I stood before him he handed me a glass of water. I drank it down fast. He took the empty glasses from me, and set it on the table again.

"Anna, do you trust me?"

"Yes Peter." I said. People were starting to glance in our direction. We must have looked like an odd pair.

"Then kneel in front of me. I have a gift for you."

Automatically I did as he asked. In front of other patrons of the hotel, I kneeled before Peter. He undid the top buttons of my coat and pulled the coat collar down till it was sliding down the tops of my shoulders. I was not exposed, but any observer could tell that I had nothing on under my coat.

Peter took a long velvet collar out of his pocket and leaned forward wrapping it around my neck. It was beautiful. About four centimeters thick, and done in a rich black velvet. It had an enormous "D" ring at the front. He buckled it tight into my neck. People were openly staring now. I would not look at them. I just stared straight at Peter.

Then Peter took out a dog lead. He clipped one end of the chain to the "d" ring at the front of my collar, and held the other end, which was a leather strap at the end of the chain.

"How do you feel Anna?"

"Nervous and self conscious" I replied.

"But ready. I think you are ready. I will leave the leash hanging in the front of you but I will use it when we get to the place I am taking you. It will be a little dangerous but I am with you. You will be safe. I can guarantee it."

The he stood up and took me by the hand, and stood me up also. While everyone stared at the strange couple we made, we worked our way through the crowd and down the street. Peter held my hand, but my coat was still cut dangerously low and the large velvet collar stood out from my white skin.