King (18 page)

For
her years, the beautiful Sasha had a very intelligent and insightful head on
her young shoulders. “I worry about the whole thing a bit though, don’t you?” I
said, smiling. “No, I don’t worry about it at all, why would you?” she smiled.
“I don’t know, it’s just so intense, much more than I’ve ever felt with anyone
else and it’s only been a few days” I said, sipping my wine, my sentiments
flowing honestly. It felt good to be able to talk this through. “I don’t know
what Jason gets out of it Sash. I know what I get, and it’s absolutely
phenomenal. I have never felt so alive, so desired, but I don’t understand
what’s in it for him” I said, pouring out my deepest fears to the junior
creative who had quickly become my emotional sounding board for all things King
related. “Are you kidding?” she laughed as I shook my head, betraying my
insecurity.

“Charlotte,
listen to me. Jason King is so into you, he wanted to know where you were every
night you sat working late, what you were doing and who you were doing it with.
Every time Katie or I went in the wine bar he looked for you. I saw his face
when you weren’t with us, and now you have given him the biggest gift of all.
You have put your absolute trust in
him,
you’ve
submitted your control, just like the barrister has to me. It’s a truly
incredible thing. It will feel strange, it’s bound to. It would feel that way
if you’d started something with Ewan, but it will do even more with Jason. It’s
you and King” she laughed “and the two of you have history”.

I
nodded, feeling suddenly a whole lot wiser about the situation I was in. “Come
on then Sash, I need to see this outfit”. She giggled, picking up her bag. “Can
I use your bedroom? I haven’t tried it on yet”. I nodded, gesturing her through
and retrieving the wine from the kitchen to top up our glasses. I was about to go
looking for her twenty minutes later when she walked back through and my eyes
almost fell out of my head. “Oh my God you look absolutely incredible” I gasped
as she stood there smiling. The dress was black rubber, incredibly tight and
incredibly short. There were no straps and it skimmed halfway across her
breasts as they spilled out over the top. Her waist was so cinched it looked
tiny and it flared out and stopped, just below her underwear at the tops of her
thighs, highlighting the expanse of skin before her stockings started and then
there were the boots. They were thigh high platforms with what looked like an
eight inch heel. I winced slightly, thinking about the barristers shoulder
blades as I took them in.

Her
figure looked incredible, almost cartoon like, her breasts, waist and hips
exaggerated for effect. “Do you like it then?” she laughed as I nodded. “You
will definitely have him coming in his pants” I grinned. “How did you get it on
Sash?” I
quizzed,
gobsmacked by just how tight it was.
“With great difficulty.
Rubbers a bitch” she laughed,
gesturing to the box on the table.
“Your turn.
I’m
desperate to see how Jason is going to show you off” she smiled as I flushed,
opening the parcel the courier had delivered slowly and praying he hadn’t sent me
something see through.

 
A few girls at the party had been wearing
sheer clothing and I wasn’t sure I’d have the nerve to pull it off. I gasped as
I pulled out the dress. It was floor length, the kind of fabric that stretched
and would cling to every single curve on my body, black, and whilst not
entirely see through, it was very fine material and under the right kind of
lighting it would definitely be touch and go. Sasha stood grinning and raising
her eyebrows as I held it up, noticing the thigh high split on one side and
praying I would be allowed underwear.

 
A black silk corset lay beneath it as I pulled
it out looking puzzled. I had worn corsets many times and a large part of this
one was clearly missing. “Where do my boobs go?” I looked at Sasha curiously as
she burst out laughing. “They don’t
Lotty
. They sit
on top, see” she said taking the corset from me and demonstrating as I laughed
back, slightly embarrassed, searching through the box for matching panties that
were nowhere to be found. “God Sash I’ll be practically naked” I gasped as she
nodded, sipping her wine and placing the corset delicately on the table. “Looks
that way” she grinned as I pulled out a beautiful red velvet box, my jaw
dropping as I opened it.

“That
is beautiful” she smiled, running her finger over the platinum necklace,
punctuated with what looked like real diamonds, a platinum padlock on the front
with a huge solitary stone in the centre. “That must have cost a fucking
fortune Charlotte” she gazed at me, eyes wide with shock as my stomach flipped.
“He is marking his territory in no uncertain terms. If a certain gorgeous rugby
player or anyone else fancies their chances, they wouldn’t dare approach you
wearing this honey. He is letting everyone know just how important you are to
him. It’s not quite a collar, that’s a big commitment, but it’s definitely a
statement” she smiled.

For
some reason her words made my doubts vanish, and I knew I would do this for
him. The only thing left in the box was a pair of shoes, beautiful soft black leather
and almost as high as Sasha’s with a cuff around the ankle. “Jason King is
serious about this
Lotty
” she grinned. “Looks like we
are both going to be the belles of the ball tonight in our own way” I laughed.
“Most definitely, now please come and help me out of this rubber. I didn’t
bring any talc” she grinned as we made our way through to the bedroom. After
twenty five minutes of pulling and pushing, Sasha was out of the dress. That
thing hadn’t been designed to be removed in a hurry for quick frenzied sex I
laughed to myself, excited and nervous about the night ahead.

“I
didn’t get to go into any of the rooms last time Sash, what am I letting myself
in for?” She shrugged. “I don’t know what King is in to specifically, so it
could be anything, but I doubt he’ll take you to the dungeons this early on,
especially if he’s taking things slowly” she laughed as my face dropped. I
really needed to do a bit more research. “Stop worrying, whatever he’s got in
store, you can guarantee you’ll enjoy it Charlotte” and I knew she was right.

I
glanced around to see where the ringing was coming from as she dipped her hand
in her bag to retrieve her phone, whilst I listened intently to one end of the
strangest conversation I had ever heard. “Yes” she said sternly, followed by a
long pause as she winked at me. “Go and clean yourself up you naughty, dirty
boy. I will deal with this later”. Another long pause and I was trying hard to
stifle my giggles. “Where were you?” Another few seconds passed and she cut the
call, shaking her head with the most giant grin on her face. “He’s come in his
pants already in the changing room of his tailors on
Saville
Row, poor man” and we both laughed hard. “I think before long the same thing
could happen to you Charlotte” she grinned and I wondered if she was right.

It
was tea time when she left as I went to get ready, spending an age
straightening my hair into a shining blonde curtain and doing my make up with
dramatic smoky eyes. I was keen to do Jason justice. If he wanted to show me
off, I wanted to give him something to show, and Sasha was right, the diamond
and platinum must have cost an absolute fortune. I knew he had plenty of money,
he’d just purchased a twelve million pound yacht, but we’d only just started
out on this road so it was the last thing I expected as I heard my phone buzz,
alerting me to a text.

Will you wear the necklace?

My heart
stopped in my mouth as I considered the text. He was obviously concerned about
it. I’d agreed to this relationship, but there was so much we hadn’t discussed
and so much I needed to learn. I realised he was being considerate, careful,
taking things slowly like he’d promised. My heart fluttered at the display of
affection that I imagined was behind the question. It was strange in a way, we
were King and Smith, professional adversaries and this was all very, very new.
I felt better about the whole deal after my chat with Sasha but he wasn’t to
know that, and I was keen to put his mind at rest about the very generous gift.

It would be my absolute honour Sir
x

I grinned as
I sent it. That should work I smiled inwardly, I’d have to think of something
else bad to do to get myself punished my inner wicked piped up, as I pulled on
the corset, breasts plumped up over the top of the curved silk, nipples very
visible through the black stretch dress as they hardened in anticipation.

I will put it on you Charlotte

I received
the text seconds before I fastened it, which was just as well because it looked
like the padlock was the clasp and I didn’t have a key. I couldn’t see an
obvious way to loosen it and it would be considered more jewellery than a
collar but the intention was clear. I was his and I was in training. I smiled
at the thought, wondering whether it was just for the party or all of the time.
By five to eight I was ready, happy with my look, if slightly nervous about
being publicly displayed this way, and my stomach was churning in anticipation
as I suddenly wondered if he even knew where I lived, realising he must, he had
couriered a parcel here.

Chapter
10

I
heard the car moments before I heard the bell, my heart pounding in my chest as
I rushed to answer it, gasping at the beautiful vision of Jason King, dressed
in a custom cut black three piece suit, collar undone and leant casually
against my door frame. He looked magnificent, powerful and incredibly handsome
and I swooned openly. He straightened as soon as he saw me, striding inside,
slamming the door shut and taking the necklace from the box in my hands,
securing it in place and pushing me up against the wall to claim me in a kiss
that was only just not painful.

 
He pulled away suddenly, leaving me panting,
delirious and gasping for air, gazing at me with such intense force that it
buckled my knees. His eyes were blazing as he ran his fingers slowly over the
large platinum links, looking down at it and back at me, almost disbelievingly.
“You beautiful, beautiful girl and you are all mine” he growled slowly,
grinding his hips against me, his powerful erection digging into me as I moaned
against him. The thought was strangely thrilling and I swallowed hard. “All
mine” he purred seductively before crashing his full soft lips down on me
again, exploring my mouth in a way that made my insides explode and wetness
seep down my thighs as I began to wonder if not wearing panties would be a good
idea after all. Sasha was right, being desired this way was a heady,
intoxicating mix that engaged both mind and body and I was relishing my new
position as Jason Kings sub. “Thank you Charlotte” he whispered so quietly, I
couldn’t even be sure I’d heard it at all, but the sentiment warmed my heart.
Wearing this obviously meant a lot to him and I was glad I hadn’t put up a
fight.

Tracing
his fingers up the huge side slit, he dipped his hand inside the dress, moaning
as he felt the wetness between my thighs, inserting two skilled fingers and
teasing me deliciously, pulling away as I moaned my appreciation against his
lips. “Not yet” he said firmly, his breathing betraying that he was finding the
waiting as difficult as I now was, moving one hand to open the door as if it
was the only way we would ever get out of my hallway.

He
all but dragged me by the hand all the way to a waiting limousine, as I
struggled to keep up in my eight inch heels, giggling. My wearing the necklace
seemed to have put him in an extremely good mood and he pulled me onto his lap
as I climbed into the back seat behind him, nuzzling into my neck, sending
delicious shivers shooting through my body as my stomach churned wildly in
anticipation. Sasha had mentioned a dungeon and I was hopeful I wasn’t about to
experience it, not yet.

“Are
you looking forward to it Charlotte?” he smiled, kissing my throat gently and
from the rock hard bulge in his pants which I wriggled against, it was clear
somebody was. “I’m a bit nervous” I whispered honestly as he brought my face to
his. “Don’t be, I’m very, very pleased with you tonight” he grinned, stroking
my cheek before running long fingers across the necklace as I smiled back at
him.

“What
will we do?” I looked up at him, hoping for some further insight as he raised
his eyebrows grinning. “We’ll have fun” he growled, preventing any further
conversation by kissing me deeply, passionately and hard, moving his hand
inside the slit of my dress, stroking every inch of my thighs in torturous
bliss, leaving me hugely aroused and right on the edge as we pulled up at the
venue. It was a different place to last time but I couldn’t concentrate, I was
too fidgety, too turned on and too desperate for Jason King that I couldn’t
think of anything else. He lifted me from his lap, ready to exit the car.
“Don’t pout, and behave yourself” he said, smirking broadly and raising his
eyebrows. “Please Jason you can’t leave me like this” and I was sat in the car,
virtually pleading, realising that making me desperate and making me wait were
turning out to be one of his speciality torments. “Out” he said firmly as I
swallowed hard and eventually, when I realised I wasn’t getting anywhere, I
took his outstretched hand.

I
could tell he was pleased with himself, much more pleased than I was with him.
He had taken me to the edge before, last night as a punishment and it had been
worth the wait, but this wasn’t a punishment as far as I knew, and it was
almost more than I could stand. Thoughts entered my head about Sasha’s
barrister. Maybe I should just come in my pants, which would be impossible
since I wasn’t allowed any, but I imagined it would be easier said than done
anyway. “Sasha’s coming tonight” I said in an effort to distract myself as we
made our way towards to the huge entrance of the beautiful country mansion
house which would provide a most enchanting backdrop for tonight’s party. “Is
she now” he said smiling and tucking me under his arm, before taking my hand again
and leading me into the huge marble reception area dominated by a staircase
that rose from the centre of the room and split right and left onto the first
floor before continuing its journey upwards. I hoped we’d have the opportunity
to look around, imagining secret passages and hidden rooms for clandestine
liaisons from years gone by.