Stephanie's Pleasure Page 6

They had not bound her. There was no need now, now that Amanda was broken.

  'My God,' Devlin said as he eyed the slender shape. 'This is Amanda?'

  She stood obediently by the foot of the bed, where she had been told to wait, not daring to move a muscle until she was given instructions.

  'Amazing, isn't it?'

  'Amazing. When I left she was still...'

  'Awkward. Now, as you see...'

  'How did you do it?'

  'Drastic measures, I'm afraid, weren't they Amanda?'

  'Yes mistress.' Her eyes were full of fear at the memory.

  Whipping had never worked with her. She liked to be whipped, gloried in it. But Stephanie had discovered something she did fear. Having strapped her slave to a wooden frame in the Punishment Room, Stephanie had decided that after having her pubic hair shaved, the razor should move to Amanda's head. At that point her resistance had crumbled. It was the one threat she could not bear.

  'Unusual, don't you think?' Stephanie said.

  The room was filled with the smell of rubber and talcum powder.

  'Now let's give her a little test. Bend over Amanda, hands clasping your ankles.'

  Without a word Amanda obeyed. She opened her legs wide, bent over and took an ankle in each hand. The slit in the rubber suit stretched open, exposing every detail of her sex. Coming over to her, Stephanie ran her finger along the hairless furrow. She felt Amanda quiver.

  'You see,' she said. 'So good.'

  Devlin eyed the remarkable sight and felt his cock stir.

  'Up now,' Stephanie ordered. Amanda obeyed at once.

  'Incredible,' Devlin said. As usual Stephanie had provided him with another thrilling spectacle. Her sexual imagination seemed to know exactly what would please him. How she had turned the wilful and sullen Amanda into this compliant slave he did not know or want to know. But he hoped it was not all Stephanie had planned for the evening.

  'Get your clothes off.' The change in Stephanie's voice was so dramatic that Devlin almost looked around to see if someone else had come in. He started to strip off his clothes instantly. Stephanie opened the top drawer of one of the chests in the room, used to hold equipment and lingerie, and extracted two pairs of padded leather cuffs. While Devlin pulled off his trousers, his erection already getting in the way, she strapped one pair around Amanda's wrists.

  Naked, Devlin stood waiting for instructions.

  'Come here.'

  The other pair of cuffs were soon fixed tightly around Devlin's wrists. After manoeuvring him over to stand in front of Amanda, Stephanie joined the metal link of each pair together by means of a small padlock. Hanging down from the clasp was a short chrome chain.

  'Lie on the bed, hands above your head.' She had worked it all out beforehand.

  A little awkwardly they managed to obey, and were soon lying on their sides facing each other. Stephanie knelt on the bed, caught hold of the chain and quickly padlocked it in turn to a metal ring set in the wall at the head of the bed.

  'That's better.'

  She stroked Devlin's body, then Amanda's. The black skirt of her dress crumpled up around her waist. The rubber felt warm and smooth against her hand. Taking her time, she got to her feet and unzipped the dress; then, still slowly, she began peeling it away from her body. Devlin's eyes couldn't stop watching as she revealed her body, naked but for the sheer black tights.

  Once again she experienced the strong aphrodisiac of power coursing through her body. She was the mistress of the castle, mistress of all she surveyed. She could do anything, fulfil any caprice, have this hapless pair perform any number of unspeakable acts on her and for her and with her. She could make them beg and plead for mercy; she was in control of their fate.

  Stephanie felt her nerves knot, a sudden spasm deep inside her sex spreading the peculiar feeling of sexual need, warm and throbbing, out from its centre. She could feel her juices begin to flow, lubricating the inner passages of her sex.

  Her hand slipped into the front of her tights, tenting the sheer nylon, her fingers drawn to her clitoris like steel to a magnet. There was a wide tall mirror on the wall alongside the bed, and Stephanie looked over her shoulder to see herself in it. She felt another flush of pleasure as her eyes roamed her naked back: the perfect triangles of her scapulae standing out firmly, the straightness of her spine in contrast to the curves of her wasp-waist, the pronounced flare of her hips, her tight nylon-covered buttocks, shaped and hardened by her high heels, and her long legs, slightly parted, covered by the sheer, glistening nylon.

  She looked down at her slaves on the bed. That was what they were, of course, her slaves. The words thrilled her. Her finger worked away under the tights, circling the nodule of her clitoris, fighting against the constriction of the nylon that veiled it. She could see Devlin's monstrous cock pressed against the black rubber at Amanda's belly. A trail of fluid covered the material, where the tip of his cock had leaked its sticky juices over it. She remembered how it had felt that afternoon, how it always felt; how it splayed her open, filled her, exposed all the tenderest nerves, did things to her that no one else could do. She hadn't intended this, hadn't intended to get so involved; she wanted to be the ringmaster in this circus, not a performer. But now it was too late to draw back.

  She could have turned Devlin over, had him fuck her; she could have used Amanda, had her cultured, artful mouth suck her to completion. But even that would take too much time, make her break off from what she was doing. Her finger had found just the perfect place, a place so sensitive, so telling that it was propelling her speedily to orgasm. Her finger hardly moved at all - just the smallest touch, pressing down against the little button of the clitoris itself.

  'Oh...' she gasped the word loud and long as her orgasm exploded from her sex, a shock of pleasure engulfing her body. The second before she closed her eyes she saw Devlin straining round on the bed to see her, the expression in his eyes full of lust and need and desire. The look stayed with her in the blackness as his helplessness, his total dependency on her, added the final frisson to her passion.

  There was no hurry. Biding her time, letting the orgasm fade gently, Stephanie sat on the bed and peeled off her tights. The crotch and her thighs were wet. She went into the bathroom and sat on the bidet, letting warm water from its spray play gently on her labia. She moaned aloud as this produced a little aftershock of orgasm which rippled through her body. After drying herself thoroughly Stephanie re-pinned her hair where her exertions had loosened it and stepped back, naked, into the bedroom. She walked straight to the chest of drawers, where she found a black silk and lace teddy and pulled it up over her body; lacy panels on her hips and bosom revealed the creamy tanned flesh underneath.

  They would be ready for her now.

  'Well now.' She looked down at the two of them lying stretched out on the bed. The front of Amanda's belly was wet with secretions from Devlin's overexcited cock. 'I'm going to give you a treat.' It was back to the programme she'd planned; no more improvisations. 'I'm going to let you fuck.'

  As she said the words she went back to the chest of drawers, and extracted a thick belt from the selection the drawer contained. The belt was made of black rubber. Kneeling on the bed Stephanie pulled the belt up under Devlin and Amanda's legs, forcing it up until it was around the top of their thighs. Quickly she cinched the belt tight, drawing their thighs together.

  Back at the chest, Stephanie opened another drawer. The drawers were neatly organised. Belts, harnesses, restrainers, cuffs in one. Lingerie in satin, leather and rubber in two others. A drawer for a collection of dildos. And the drawer she delved in now, which held a variety of whips. She took out a short-tailed whip, thongs of leather with knotted ends.

  'Come on Devlin, don't tell me you don't want her.' Stephanie stroked the whip across Devlin's buttocks.

  Devlin immediately used his weight to roll Amanda onto her back. He tried to raise his hips to direct his cock down between her legs. The rubber belt gave but, just as he
thought he had managed to gain entry, the pressure proved too much for him and the rubber snapped him back against her belly.

  'Help him, Amanda,' Stephanie ordered, a stroke of the whip on her rubber-covered thigh reinforcing the message.

  Amanda writhed underneath him, opening her legs wide and trying to push her naked, hairless sex down on to his cock. But, however she tried, however close she got to achieving her goal, the rubber belt would allow so much and no more.

  Together their bodies strived, squirming and wriggling against the belt, their hands bound and powerless to help. The more they moved the more desperate they became. Devlin was sweating, the perspiration making the impervious rubber slick and wet.

  By now, Devlin's own need was as great as his desire to obey his mistress. Trying another tactic, he pulled Amanda over so he was underneath and she was on top. Straining back she used all her considerable strength to push her buttocks out and feed his cock between her legs. She felt it sliding down the rubber at her belly, but just as the warmth of his glans reached the top of the slit in the catsuit, the effort required to push against the constriction became too great, and her muscles collapsed. Their bodies slumped together again.

  Stephanie knelt by the head of the bed. This was going to be a new experience for Devlin. She opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out the rubber hood she had placed there before dinner.

  'Hold up your head, Devlin,' she said. As he obeyed she pulled the hood down over his wiry white hair and over his sweating face. There was only a tiny hole for his nose to enable him to breathe. Nothing for the mouth or eyes.

  In the blackness that had descended, the smell and feel of rubber enveloped him. He could feel his whole body writhing against Amanda's rubber body; it was warm and sensuous. He felt it most of all against his cock. He inhaled the smell of rubber. It smelt like nothing else, but he associated it intimately with the sweet musky aroma of sex. He knew Stephanie had planned all this for him.

  There was a bottle of body oil in the bedside table too. Stephanie took it in her hand and moved down the bed. Suddenly there was an oily wetness spreading over Devlin's cock and the rubber on Amanda's belly. It was wonderful, so slippery, so soft, his cock trapped between Amanda's navel and his own. He bucked his hips and felt his cock sliding up and down against the oily rubber, his balls pressed into the heat of Amanda's naked pubis. The rubber felt like nothing else, impossibly smooth, so frictionless, the warmth of the body underneath it making it pliant and soft. He was going to come. He thought he heard Stephanie whisper something in Amanda's ear - 'Bring him off!' - but didn't know if that was just his imagination. He was going to come. He felt Amanda moving on top of him now, wriggling her slightly rounded belly against his cock, under and down, from side to side, then using her stomach muscles to press into him. His immense tool was surrounded by rubber, wet, greasy rubber on three sides. He felt his cock pulsing on the brink of orgasm. He breathed in deeply, pulled at the leather cuffs that held his wrists because he loved the feeling of helplessness they gave him, then let every muscle in his body relax, feeling only the incredible hardness of his cock as Amanda writhed her snake-like body against him. Suddenly he felt her mouth against his face, searching for his lips under the rubber hood. When she found them she kissed him, without losing the rhythm of her belly; she forced her tongue into his mouth, forced the rubber between his lips as deep as it would go, so that not only was he engulfed in rubber, smelling it, feeling it, but he was tasting it too.

  He felt his balls jerk and his cock spasm and spunk splurged out against the rubber, white strings of spunk spread across the clinging, smooth, black rubber and down over Amanda's thighs. Some even ran into the cleft of her hairless throbbing labia.

  Stephanie let him enjoy the aftermath for some time, and watched as little ripples and tremors played through his body. Eventually she pulled the hood off his head and unstrapped the rubber belt. The leather cuffs followed and, a little unsteadily, Devlin got to his feet. Together they looked at Amanda lying on the bed, on her back now where Devlin had pushed her. She was still undulating, the tempo of sex still commanding her attention, her needs created but unsatisfied.

  The rubber made her hot, made her sweat, its tightness a constant provocation.

  'So what shall we do with her now?' Stephanie asked, trailing her finger across the white semen and watching Amanda flinch and tremble at the contact. Perhaps she would relent for once, allow Amanda to have what she clearly so desperately wanted - push a vibrator up into her open sex and watch her climax profusely. On the other hand, perhaps not...

  Chapter Four

  The cases were unloaded from the smartly polished mahogany and brass of the speedboat that had brought them across the lake. Its wake was still visible in the calm water, a vast sweeping curve gradually dissipating as the waves it had created lost their momentum and flattened out the further away they spread.

  Stephanie sat in the back of the black Mercedes watching as the carefully packed luggage - Louis Vuitton leather luggage she had bought in Paris - was transferred to the boot. She was wearing a white blouse over a crisp St Laurent suit. Bright yellow, its short jacket braid was in black, and its knee-length skirt slit at the side to provide tantalising glimpses of thigh. She wore mid-brown high-heeled boots and quite opaque white stockings attached to a white satin suspender belt. Of course, with the slit in the skirt she should really have worn tights, but she was in a capricious mood and wanted Devlin to catch occasional views of a tight white suspender clasped into the white welt of the stocking.

  The drive to the airstrip was no more than five minutes. The Lear jet, white with the black and red logo of Devlin's main holding company painted on its tail, stood on the short taxiway, its engines running, the steps up to the cabins at the front and rear both extended.

  As the car approached, Susie, the Malaysian flight attendant, appeared at the top of the front steps. As always she was dressed in a raw silk kheong sam, this one in the deepest of greens, which complemented her jade eyes.

  The driver pulled the Mercedes round so Stephanie's side of the car was opposite the steps and jumped out to open the passenger door. He clearly appreciated the view as Stephanie swung her legs to the ground and her yellow skirt fell away to reveal her suspender-clad thigh.

  'Good morning,' Susie said politely, touching her hands together and bowing slightly, her short shiny jet black hair bobbing forward as she did so.

  'Good morning, Susie,' Stephanie said curtly, seeing the usual hint of disapproval hovering in Susie's smile and in those jade green eyes.

  Devlin followed her into the luxurious interior of the plane. In the main cabin at the back was a cocktail bar, beautifully crafted in burr walnut, a comfortable leather sofa, leather armchairs and a dining table that seated four. Mounted in one corner was a television screen which picked up satellite transmissions but could also display the plane's inertial navigation system, plotting the exact position of the aircraft against a map of Europe.

  Stephanie sat in one of the large leather armchairs and indicated to Devlin that he should sit opposite her. He took his jacket off first and handed it to Susie to hang up.

  'Would you like a drink after take-off, madam, Mr Devlin?' Susie asked, having secured the main cabin door.

  'Yes,' Stephanie said as she saw the last of the luggage loaded into the rear door and heard the crunch as that too was closed. 'The usual, and the same for Mr Devlin.'

  The usual was a vodka martini made using Russian vodka, with a twist of lemon. It had become something of a tradition with her since having it the very first time she had set foot in Devlin's private jet.

  When Susie disappeared into the forward cabin Stephanie looked over at Devlin. He was gazing at her, his eyes skimming over her body in much the same way as if she had been a beautiful painting.

  'Do you like what you see?'

  'You know I do. You're beautiful.'

  'Good.'

  Beauty was not a word that could ever
be applied to Devlin. He was short and squat, his face dominated by a bulbous and warted nose. Hair, white and wiry, grew in profusion from his nostrils and his ears, and the hair on his head was difficult to tame in any one direction, however many times it was combed. Despite this, or maybe because of it, Stephanie was enormously attracted to him, and had been from their first meeting. It was more understandable now that she had been drilled by his monstrous cock and penetrated by those banana fingers; hardly surprising that her body spasmed and her stomach knotted whenever she looked at him.

  The plane started to roll forward, the noise of the engines increasing. It swung round and Stephanie glimpsed the long runway ahead before the plane lined up along the central markings and the engine noise reached a crescendo. Like a car being revved up on the starting line but held back by its brakes, the body of the plane trembled under the strain. Suddenly it leapt forward as the brakes were released and it hurtled down the runway and into the air.

  As soon as the captain announced that they could remove their seat belts, the plane levelled out and Susie appeared, ready to fix the drinks. Stephanie watched the ground below as the plane gained height and banked to fly north up the Italian coast. Apart from some odd small white clouds it was a clear day, and Stephanie could see every detail of the land and sea below. The colour of the sea varied noticeably at this height: a light blue near the shore darkening to a clover green where it was at its deepest towards the west.

  Susie put two triangular cocktail glasses on a silver tray and poured the vodka martinis from the cocktail shaker. The glasses had been kept in the fridge and frosted on contact with the air. She presented the tray to Stephanie first and then to Devlin.

  'Salute,' Stephanie said, raising her glass.

  'Salute,' he repeated.

  'Will there be anything else, Mr Devlin?'

  'No, Susie, thank you,' Devlin replied.

  As Susie walked back to the front of the plane Stephanie crossed her legs, the rasp of nylon on nylon drawing Devlin's attention. The slit in the skirt revealed the white suspender at the side of her thigh.