Den of Iniquity Ch. 04bySir_Nathan©
"Love one. Thanks."
She proceeded to mix a brace of drinks before dropping ice into them and handing me one.
"What did you think?"
"I think that's gotta hurt, right on the bone like that..."
"I'm sure it does," she replied.
"I don't know what would posses a woman to do something like that."
"Don't underestimate Gloria, Roger." Chantelle motioned me to follow her through the curtains into her private area. I smiled as she turned the lights up for me. Such a barbaric room. I looked around and found I could identify almost everything in the room. Not like the last time.
"Well, I guess it wasn't too bad. I mean she came didn't she?"
"Yes, and it probably wasn't the last time. Gloria adores her pain, she really loves it."
"Sounds like you know her well Chantelle."
"She works here."
We sat sipping our drinks at either end of her plush leather lounge, before Chantelle motioned to me.
"Come on, sit closer to me Roger."
"Sure," I said, and sidled up to her.
She sat her drink down on the table beside her and put her hand on my leg, turning towards me and looking into my eyes.
"Did it turn you on?"
"Um, you mean the Medical Room?"
"Well, I guess so. A bit. I mean it was pretty bizarre."
"Not exactly your cup of tea then..."
"No, um, not really."
Chantelle was brushing down my thigh with her open hand, then back up with her nails. I could feel my cock coming to life. I had to have a woman soon, I mean I was starting to shake at her touch, but... surely not Chantelle?
Chantelle's hand slid from my thigh as I stood up quickly and paced across the small room. I put my drink down on a small side table and leaned against it. I was hoping my cock wasn't too prominent in my pants. I mean, Chantelle was beautiful, but I knew she wasn't right for me.
"You need a man, Chantelle." I had my back facing her, giving myself a few more seconds.
"I have one right here."
I turned around, and she was inches from me, her arms reaching up around my neck.
"I don't know..." I started, before my words were cut off by her kiss.
One hand gently held the side of my neck, while the other slid into my hair, pulling me firmly down to her. Her lips were soft and warm. They parted and I kissed her and she slid her moist tongue into my mouth. The tip of it swirled around my tongue, and my cock reversed direction.
I closed my eyes, reeling in the sensations. Her nails on my neck. Her tongue hotly playing with mine. Her breath, warm and sweet. Halting in her passion. I was stunned by her eagerness. What had come over her? I brought my hands slowly up over her hips. I could feel her smooth skin through the thin skirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing underwear.
My hands came to rest on her waist and held her against me. She moaned softly. Her tongue was so soft. She tasted like honey. I felt her fingers starting to slide my tie undone. Her kiss was becoming frantic and her fingers fumbled. A flush of pleasure spread through my body, and my cock was becoming steel hard. What was I doing?
"Chantelle," I moaned, the words crushed between our lips. "Chantelle, please."
"It's just sex Roger," she whispered breathlessly. She kissed me hard again, tightening her grip in my hair and pulling at my tie in frustration.
"No it's not," I said and pressed her hips away from me gently.
She held me tight, trying to kiss me more, but in an instant we both knew the moment had passed.
She still held me, one hand in my hair and the other holding my tie like a leash, but her eyes softened. She stopped being so insistent and looked up at me through her lashes and smiled, showing her teeth.
"Can I just feel it again?"
"I'm not going to run away," I grinned.
She turned her body a little, separating us down one side and let go of my tie. She smiled at me then looked down. She placed her hand over my cock, squeezing its rock solid hardness gently.
"I haven't had a cock in so long. How can you not want to? God you are so hard."
"I do want to... you are beautiful and very sexy."
I was speaking to the top of her head. She was watching her hand, holding and gripping my cock through my pants. She looked up at me, and we spoke in hushed tones.
"You are beautiful Roger, that's why I wanted you to fuck me." She still held and caressed my cock gently.
"It won't happen like this Chantelle. If I have you, it won't be like this. I want more than this. Maybe more than you can give."
"You have incredible self-control Sir... and a beautiful cock." She gave it a final soft squeeze while looking into my eyes then scraped her nails across it. I shuddered a little and felt precum pulse to the tip.
"I want this. This closeness and openness and friendship. With you. With you Chantelle. I've never met anyone like you. Anyone even remotely like you. I need your guidance. I need your friendship and your guidance so much."
"Oh Roger," she slid her arms around my waist and hugged her body against me. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," I lifted her face to mine. God her lips were luscious. "It's not every day a guy like me gets an offer like that from a woman like you."
"You need to get out more," she smiled.
"I think you're right," I smiled back.
Though I remained half-hard, I was able to sit comfortably when Chantelle took my hand and led me back to the couch. We sat at either end again, our bodies turned slightly toward each other and smiling like teenagers caught necking.
"Can I hold your hand while I tell you something Roger?"
I reached for her hand and moved a little closer.
"You are by far the most impressive man I have ever met in my life."
"Oh, come o.."
I hushed... and blushed.
"You are charming and innocent. Worldly and untouched by the world. Sensitive and yet so so strong. You are physically imposing, and yet unthreatening. You listen like no other man I have met. And when you speak I can't help but listen."
"Chantelle, I um.."
"You must make me a promise." She was kidding but she was wagging a finger at me.
I smiled at her.
"What is it?"
"I want you to promise me you'll talk to me about who you are with. I want to make sure no one spoils you."
"All right. I promise."
I got up to get my drink from the side table across the room. I could feel her eyes on me.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Just getting this... I almost forgot where I put it..."
I turned around and jiggled my drink, making the ice clink against the side of the glass. Chantelle smiled at me and sipped hers. I took another look around the room and one piece of "furniture" intrigued me. It was made of wood and had pieces sticking out of it and cushioned parts here and there.
"I had that custom made," Chantelle said.
"What is it?"
"I call it 'porky', short for porcupine."
" 'cause of all the bits sticking out?"
"Yes. Okay, not very imaginative."
"You know, at first glance, I was thinking what on earth could you do with this... now I'm thinking, 'think of the possibilities'."
Chantelle just smiled.
Looking over at her I noticed the three whips mounted up on the wall behind her. Actually it was two floggers flanking a whip. I thought it was sort of 'arty', how they were arranged. I walked back over toward her and stood a couple of feet in front of her.
I pointed up at the whip and floggers.
"Where does one buy these kinds of things?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Chantelle finished the drink in her hand, and stood and turned to the wall. She reached out and took down one of the floggers.
"You can buy cheap stuff from sex shops of course. Stuff that might not last, or might break, or worse, malfunction. I mean sex shops are fine for things like vibrators, buttplugs and handcuffs, but when it comes to stuff like this," she ran the tails of the flogger through her fingers lovingly, "floggers, whips, leather cuffs, crops etc, it's best to go with an expert. Someone connected to the merchandise. Then it's likely they'll explain how to maintain it, and fix it if necessary."
I figured one would have to look after anything made of leather, so I nodded.
She passed the flogger to me. I looked over it closely. I noted the herringbone style handle, the light weight, and the supple tails, of which there were many.
"Chantelle, I think you have given me enough."
"Roger, I have ten more of them in storage. I buy them in bulk. It's no problem." She winked.
"This is awkward. Please let me pay for it. I already feel indebted to you, Chantelle. "
She sighed. "Silly boy... okay, I'll put it on your tab."
"I have a tab?"
"You do now."
"Thanks Chantelle. I'll never forget this night."
"Nor will I Roger. I'll always remember it as the night I almost fucked you."
I blushed a little and felt warm.
"I'll probably be kicking myself by the time I get home," I smiled.
"I hope so," she smiled back. "Finished your drink?" she asked, holding out her hand for my glass.
"Yes thanks." I passed her the glass and looked down at the flogger in my hands, further admiring it. "I can't just walk out of here with this in my hands."
"Inside you might get mobbed... outside you might get arrested. Actually, I have some nice carry cases in storage too, but I think Adrian put them downstairs somewhere... Why don't you leave it here for now? If you visit tomorrow, or tomorrow evening, or even if I don't see you till Saturday night, I'll have it all organised for you. I'll put a crop in too."
"You are too good to me."
Chantelle smiled and held her arms out to me. I went to her and we embraced. She kissed my cheek, and I kissed hers.
"I need good friends Roger, and in you, I know I have chosen well."
"I'm humbled by your confidence in me."
"Oh stop it. Go on, get outta here. You know the way out. I have, um, something to take care of." She winked and sucked a finger.
I knew what she meant. I had been thinking the same thing. God, I almost wavered. But I held on.
"Now look who's being cute... I'll see you soon Chantelle."
"Call me tomorrow and I'll let you know if everything is 'go' for Saturday night."
"I will." I smiled at her as she walked me to the door and handed me my suit jacket.
I pulled it on over my shoulders while I stood outside the door.
"Talk to you tomorrow."
"I hope so Roger." She looked so sexy leaning in the doorway.
I turned around and started walking down the corridor. The door clicked behind me. I felt strangely relieved.
Like I'd avoided making a mistake.
As I walked down the corridor, I remembered to look above each of the doors, to see what each room was called. They all had small signs over them, like the Medical Room. The first sign said "Class Room". It was on my left. I turned and looked up. "Auditorium". Then "Bath Room" on the left, and "Gym Room" on the right. Then just before the end of the corridor, there was "Training Room" on the left, and "Medical Room" on the right.
I just shook my head. I couldn't even imagine what might be going on behind those doors. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down into the foyer. An occasional couple left the salon, heading for home I guessed. I put my hand on the banister and walked slowly down the staircase. I felt surprisingly clearheaded. No doubt because I hadn't actually drunk that much.
I looked at my watch and it was almost midnight. At the bottom of the stairs I heard the 'thump thump thump' of the music coming from the Dungeon. For a fleeting moment I thought I might head down there. I wondered if I could catch up with Annie. Then I thought it might be useful to keep to myself the knowledge of her membership here. For now at least. Then I remembered she was dancing with Claudio. Ahhh! "Too many questions."
I headed for the exit, thinking I could do with an early night.
"You weren't going to leave before saying goodbye were you Sir?"
Annie? I spun around to see Josephine, standing at the entrance to the salon alone, and looking ravishing.
"Josephine. I'm happy to see you." Such a pretty girl. She reminded me of a secretary I had in my old life. Her height was the only average thing about her. Her black hair was tucked behind her ears and she had her hands clasped behind her back. She noticed me looking her up and down and her big brown eyes turned down to the floor as I walked up to her.
"Have you enjoyed your evening Sir?" she asked with her head bowed.
"It's been very... interesting... you may look at me Josephine."
"Thank you Sir," she looked up at me, "I'm glad Sir."
"Why are you glad?"
"Um, lots of reasons Sir. But I'm mostly glad you enjoyed your evening."
"Well, I better get going. I promised myself an early night."
"Um, Sir, can you give me a lift Sir? It's not far."
"Sure. It would be my pleasure."
She almost jumped up and down she was so excited. She beamed at me and slid her arm through mine.
"I hope you don't mind riding in a piece of junk."
"Will you be in it?"
"I will be."
"Then I don't mind."
She giggled and held my arm tight as we passed by Adrian at the exit.
"Night Mr. Moore."
"Good night Adrian."
Outside, we walked down the street toward my car. "People are going to talk aren't they?" I asked.
Josephine looked up at me with those sexy big brown eyes.
"I hope so!"
Her apartment really was quite close. I pulled up in a space out the front and turned off the engine.
"Please come up for a nightcap Sir, please!"
I smiled. She had to be kidding. She was a forty year old's dream.
"I'd love to."
She bounced out of the car giggling, and ran up to the front door, fumbling with her keys. I locked the car and walked up beside her. As I arrived she managed to unlock the door and we stepped inside. She took me by the hand and led me to the elevators. When it arrived we stepped inside and she pressed 'six'.
As soon as the doors closed she turned to me and we looked at each other. Lust was in both of our eyes. I'd had more teasing tonight than I could take.
"You're going to fuck me aren't you Sir?" she whispered as she reduced the distance between us.
We almost bumped into each other as we kissed passionately. Her little tongue darted all around my mouth before I pressed it back into her mouth with mine. Her hands held my back tightly and she wrapped a leg around the back of mine. She sucked hard on my tongue and it hurt.
I brought my hands up to the sides of her face and pried her off me.
"You'll pay for that."
"I hope so," she whispered huskily.
Just as I kissed her again the elevator bounced at its destination and the doors opened.
"Come on!" she implored, and took my hand again, dragging me to her front door. Again she fumbled with her keys and almost dropped them.
"Give them to me."
She handed me the keys and as I tried each one, Josephine snuck her hand down to the front of my pants and gripped my cock through the fabric.
"Gee..." she breathed.
"You're not helping Josephine."
"Sorry Sir," she giggled, but kept right on massaging my cock.
The key finally turned and I pushed open the door.
Josephine ran in ahead of me and into her bedroom I guessed. In moments soft jazz music was playing and Josephine called out for me to make myself at home. I walked around the small apartment, removed my jacket and laid it over the back of the couch. I slid open the sliding door to the balcony and stepped out onto it. It was a beautiful night. Still and cloudless.
"Can I get you anything Sir?"
I turned around and went silent. Josephine had changed into a pair of tiny black lace tanga panties and that was it. My eyes trailed down her lovely body and I noticed she was standing on her tip toes.
"I think I have everything I need right here," I replied.
She squealed and rushed into my arms.
"God I'm so horny," she whispered between kisses.
I picked her up and carried her inside in my arms, straight into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Her natural olive skin looked almost coffee coloured in the half light. She stretched languidly and arched her back. I stood at the end of the bed and untied the knot in my tie and undid my shirt. Looking down on her, I hardly found the space in my brain to feel self conscious. I mean, the panties were so sexy. But I wanted to see all of her.
"Take off your panties."
"Yes Sir," she whispered.
She turned the bottom half of her body sideways and brought her knees up. Then she slowly wound her panties over her ass and down her legs. I got a tantalising glimpse of her pussy before she turned around and got up on her knees on the bed.
There before me she knelt.
Hands by her sides. Her eyes looking into mine and her lips slightly parted. She slowly drew her tongue across them. Her legs were open a little and her tiny pussy was shaved bare. The nipples I had dreamed about just last night were hard and crinkled beautifully.
"God you are beautiful."
"Thank you Sir," she smiled, eyes sparkling.
I folded my shirt loosely and dropped it to the floor. I stood back up and wanted to just drink her in for a moment. I stood with my hands on my hips and was suddenly struck with the knowledge that I was standing over my first submissive.
I felt a warm flush tremble through my body. Adrenaline flowed through my veins like electricity. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. I cursed for leaving the flogger at the Domina Flagrante. I never even thought of it.
"May I ask you a question Sir?"
"I like the way you look at me Sir, but what are you thinking about?" she grinned.
"I'm a little awestruck I guess."
"Not sure what to do with me?" she giggled.
"I feel like just looking at you for a moment."
She tipped her head forward and spoke down at the bed.
"Then tell me to be quiet Sir."
"Be quiet Josephine."
I held my hand up to halt her and she did. She had followed my hand with her eyes, and was smiling wickedly and biting her lip.
"Don't speak. If I ask you a question, only nod your head if the answer is yes, shake it if it is no."
She nodded her head, and continued to smile. I walked around and up one side of her bed. Her eyes followed me but she kept her head and body facing the foot of the bed.
I reached out and under her chin, turning her face up and toward me. I looked into her eyes. The reflections of light in her eyes looked like a hundred stars. Her skin was almost flawless.
She nodded and turned her body a little and moved closer to me on her knees. She kept her fingers pointed down and her hands resting against the outside of her smooth thighs.
Every movement about her seemed well practiced.
"Stand up and put your hands behind your head."
She nodded and stood up on her bed. She brought her arms up and clasped her fingers together behind her head. She even seemed to arch her back. Sweet Jesus.
"Move your feet a little apart."
There she stood, facing me, standing on her bed near the edge, with her hands clasped behind her head. She was no more than about twelve inches from me. I looked up into her eyes. She stood about a foot taller than me.
My eyes trailed down her body, down the smooth skin of her neck, over the curve of her shoulders and followed the slope of each breast to each prominent nipple. I reached my hands up and stroked them softly with my fingertips. Josephine let out a soft sigh and her left thigh trembled. I looked up into her eyes.
"You like this don't you?"
We stared into each others eyes as I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and squeezed them lightly. My grip tightened and I gently twisted them. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She arched her back further and inhaled sharply. A fierce blush crept up her chest and neck.