Infidelity

Chapter Two-2

Floating a soft and many taloned deerskin flogger over her thighs and p***y, I watch her crotch grind as though she’s seeking orgasm already. My c**k stirs more freely, but it will be ignored for awhile. I drive her mad with the gentle flogging until I see the movement in her body change just slightly. Anna was quite like this. The vibration is so subtle, some can’t see the difference; but it’s at this moment that I’m most inside a submissive’s whispering body listening for to it speak.

Her eyes are closed, her mind drifts off. When I abruptly rip the labia clamps away, she screams. Rushing blood is difficult to bear. She twists desperately, going nowhere. I follow through with a cane rapping at the insides of her thighs, at her p***y straight on, in the gentle places, atop her clit, and in the crevice laying several hard where her pink anus puckers. She roars behind her gag and I back off waiting for some sign to stop. There is none, so I begin again. The deerskin eases her pain for a time and the discomfort subsides. I can see a visible clenching in her crotch where the spasms are beginning. I let her build for several minutes while my flogger continues its gentle journey, and then with a snap of the wrist I lay it on hard, and follow it quickly with a more cutting whip. This leaves welts beside the marks of the cane. The strike is erratic. I center on her ass for awhile mindful that she takes this with much more poise than she takes it on her p***y.

There are shudders, vibrations of pleasure in us both. My c**k pulses to the same beat she feels. I know when I lay the cane on her again and follow with deerskin, and then the leather, the combination will end with an orgasm. She’s fought hard for this one, the climax ripping like an angry animal tearing at her body.

Seeing her face afterwards, Leah seems as frightened as she was before it began. Some demon has her riled. But she can’t take more.

Bringing her upright, I let her equilibrium return and take away the gag. Undoing her bonds, she collapses into me. Sixty seconds of tenderness in my arms, she drops to her knees and removes my d**k from my jeans. Covering the shaft with her hand, I watch her red mouth cover the head, her bright fingernails move with ease as the blowjob continues beginning to end.

There’s c*m on her face, more staining the leather harness with globs of white. She smiles, the first sign that she’s content with this. For a time, I was concerned. I don’t go beyond any submissive’s boundaries, least of all one as willing as Leah.

“Maybe what’s troubling you should stay at home,” I suggest lifting her to her feet.

“That obvious?”

“Yes.”

“You are a gem,” she snickers as she pats my cheek.

She’ll tell me no more than I’ll tell her of myself. We are closed books except for these brief moments. There are few women I want to take to these lengths. Anna was one. Delia replaces her now. But at least for an hour, Leah’s a decent substitute.

***

Delia’s standing in front of me as I sit at my desk. I’m thinking unrespectable thoughts and very happy about it. She has no clue, however, what’s in my mind since I’m staring out the smoke/grey windows talking on the phone. She waits with reasonable poise though I sense her becoming concerned as I put her off. I note her anxiety with pleasure, seeing her nervous expression reflected in the marble surface of my desk. Finally laying the receiver on the cradle, I turn to stare upward at two soft dark eyes and that mass of unruly hair.

“Tell me, what it is you want from me, Delia?” I ask. My voice is cool and my comment purposely vague.

“Mr. Keller, I am sorry about the lost documents,” she immediately rushes in. “I swear, they were on Finnegan’s desk. I don’t know what happened.” She looks as though she’s going to cry.

I nod. The documents were already found, but I’ll let her squirm through this one before I let her know that.

“And what else is on your mind?”

“Sir?”

“Your body language is no accident, Miss Rose. Now we either address the issue of your unseemly habit of exposing yourself as inadvertent and I reprimand you; or we speak about it honestly.”

“I thought you were…” she stops. Of course, she’s embarrassed.

“Thought I was what?”

“I must have made a mistake.” She fidgets nervously.

“What kind of mistake?”

She bites her lip. Cute trick.

“I assumed you returned my interest. Oh, but I’m very sorry.” She blushes, her neck a rash of red.

“Let’s assume I want your s****l interest, Delia, I’d prefer a more subtle approach. Let’s dispense with the overt foreplay in the office unless you want to thoroughly embarrass yourself. If there is anything between us we’ll keep it strictly between you and me.”

“I’m not sure what you’re saying.”

“I’m saying if you want my attention, you can have it. As much as I have to give to any woman right now—which is very little. You certainly know that I’m not a genteel lover. Whatever rumors you’ve heard I’m sure are true. I’m looking strictly for women that need to yield. Without that, there’s no point in going further. If that interests you, then we’ll go for coffee some afternoon and talk.”

Her eyes become more seductive as I speak. I’ve hit the mark.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been so obvious,” she looks chagrined. “It’s the way I get a man’s attention.”

“Well, you certainly got mine.” I’m thinking of the day she bent over next to the Xerox machine. Drawing her short skirt high, there was her lovely round bottom with just a thong bikini to prevent my seeing everything from anus to clit. “From now on behave yourself in the office, and do as I say. I’ll see what we can do about that coffee break.”

She’s dismissed, certainly reeling and light-headed.

A week later, I’m deliberately brusque with Ms. Rose as I dash through the office, tossing a slip of paper on her desk. “Coffee, The Arbors, 3:00 p.m. Makes excuses, you won’t return the rest of the day.”

I don’t stop to gauge her expression, but find a pleasing one when I see her at The Arbors waiting for me. It’s 3:15.

“Sorry I’m late.” I take a seat across from her and order a latte. She’s slowly sipping her mocha.

Though our table is in the corner we are not alone. The café is filled with businessmen and women, a few college students, and what appear to be artist types with faces burrowed in thick books of scholarly dissertations. In the midst of this crowd hardly seems like the place for personal revelations of the sort we’ll discuss, but I have a fascination for setting submissives on edge in disconcerting situations like this one. I’m too jaded in these efforts, and a little too tired to take an initiate who can’t easily get by this kind of discomfort. I’d rather blow her out now, as waste my time and find her balking when things are supposed to get interesting—when it’s time to take off clothes and bow, and offer me a willing ass and a body ready to take a lash.

Though a “Leah Sands” would be much easier given my laziness, I prefer an untried innocent to veterans of these practices—as long as they don’t cause me too much stress.

Delia stares around nervously. Sitting primly, she stares at me over the top of tiny, round, wire-rim glasses that perch at the end of her nose. Her long hair is loose so that it almost hides her face. When I saw her in the morning, it was neatly clipped at the base of her neck. She wears a grey tweed suit with a deep “V” neckline that plunges downward, cleavage hidden behind a pale blue line of silk. Her skirt is short—enough to keep her from crossing her legs, so she sits with them clamped tightly together, almost looking like there’s a poker up her back.

“Did you find a good excuse to leave the office for the afternoon?”

“I hope so. I mentioned to Miss Crossley a Doctor’s appointment I forgot to tell her about.”

“And she wasn’t annoyed?”

“She’s always annoyed about something, but there was an emergency in the mailroom that was more important than my skipping out for the afternoon.”

“Well, then, Delia,” I lean back admiring her loveliness, “Tell me what you’re looking for.”

She stares at me blankly.

“Tell me your fantasies.”

She takes a deep breath and her chest shimmies underneath the silk. “I know you’re into S&M,” she starts.

“How’s that?”

“Other than the rumors, I have a friend that’s seen you at Tethers.”

“A friend with a loose mouth. That is a private club.”

“I understand that.” She jumps in as though she needs to defend herself. “And I don’t think she goes there anymore. I have a feeling her loose mouth cost her a lot with the man that brought her. She’s been trying to get back in the scene for months without much success. Oh! But I wouldn’t worry, she had little to say about you except that you were there looking quite ruthless—though that ruthlessness didn’t seem to be focused on any one person.”

“Delia,” I interrupt. “If the whole world knew my s****l inclinations I wouldn’t care.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I don’t shout them from the rooftops, but I’m not going to be embarrassed by them.”

“It always seems like a deep secret to me,” she begins to blush as I’ve seen her blush before. I find it charming. I worry only that she’s too much like Anna when I first met her.

“Don’t worry, I intend to keep your activities a secret.” She seems relieved, but her anxiety doesn’t go away and as she fidgets with her coffee cup, I’m afraid she’s going to spill it. “Tell me what fascinates you about S&M?”

She stares away, eyeing the crowd around us, then turns back. “You’re purposely making this hard.” I can see her lip trembling.

“Am I?” I reply. If I’ve been kind so far, it’s only to keep her from panic. But turning aloof now, I put some distance between us as master and initiate, and keep her apprehensions fresh. “Just answer the question, Delia. Focus on me, look at me. Forget who’s around you. Trust me, they’re lost in their worlds and don’t care about ours. What you say they could hardly hear, and if they strain that much, perhaps they should know. They’ll get an education. Now part your thighs for me and answer the question.”

Her eyes grow wide as she hears her first real command, but I sense her exalting in her surrender as she follows my instruction.

She starts reluctantly. “It—S&M—has been in my thoughts for some years. At first, it was just a simple little fantasy of being tied. Then these other things began to appear. And when I…” She pauses and the blush on her face expands. “When I masturbate, these scenes start popping up out of nowhere. I imagine all sorts of things happening to me.” Her eyes are glued to mine as though we swim in our own world. I keep my distance in attitude but all that I desire for myself begins to creep into my system arousing what fascinates me most. For a time I couldn’t keep my mind from Anna when my darker impulses began to appear, but now I’m imagining Delia in bondage, and I’m satisfied that I’m turning the last corner in distancing myself from my wife.

“What does “all sorts of things” mean?”

The energy between us intensifies. Her body is ablaze—her eyes steamy, her lips wet. She’s panting softly as her ass starts to sway against her seat. Perhaps she doesn’t realize how this turns her on as she wiggles her cunt into the red vinyl chair.

“There are,” she hesitates, “whips, long slender ones. I imagine they bite, but I don’t know exactly because I’ve never felt one against my skin. And… you want me to go on?” She perspires a bit on her upper lip.

“In detail, and unbutton your jacket.”

She sighs, her chest heaving so her breasts jiggle again and the silk shimmies over the top. She wears no bra; so as she unbuttons her jacket, I see her n*****s begin to tighten into knots underneath the delicate chemise. “Sometimes I have ropes tied across my chest, my breasts strangely contorted. I lie on a rack, strung to four corners, I bow at the feet of a man who stands over me. Sometimes he wears black riding boots and jodhpurs, other times the clothes of an old English Baron, sometimes the leather pants of a biker. There’s incense in the air—except the times I’m in a forest. And then recently I’m in a high-rise—like the office—in fact…” she falters with her voice no more than a whisper, “your office, tied over a chair or to bolts in the wall. Last night… I was stretched to the four corners of your desk, on the marble top. The cold of it climbed inside me, while you heated my ass with a strap.” She sighs. “This is so embarrassing.” Her concentration wavers, and she stares around again, suspecting that the eyes of all the patrons are fixed on her.