King (19 page)

 
Other than as a ‘pay on entry’, I had never
been in such a magnificent, historical home and the thought excited me. Hell,
everything was exciting me right now. “Yes, her outfit is amazing” I grinned as
his eyes narrowed at me. “Would you ever let me dominate you?” I giggled, the
thought of tying up Jason King and having absolute carte blanche to do what I
wanted with that incredible body, doing strange things to my insides. “No” he
raised his eyebrows, frowning at me as I laughed. “If you did, I can assure you
that you’d be getting some serious payback for the way I feel right now” I said
in my firmest voice as he stopped dead, pulling me hard into his chest,
grinding himself against me and almost sending me over the edge. “Be careful”
he growled “or I’ll make it worse”. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through
the nerve endings sparking to life, radiating from my core through every inch
of my body. “I thought you said you were happy with me tonight, it doesn’t feel
like it” I sighed, frustration growing with every touch. “Be good” he grinned
and I prayed to God he would grant my release sooner rather than later.

The
room was old world elegant luxury, a beautiful mix of pale blues, creams and
whites. A huge unlit fireplace dominated the centre of the room where a number
of smartly dressed, handsome men stood talking, while the women milled around
chatting quietly by the window or occupying the plush high backed chairs that
were dotted around the room. It was bright in here, much brighter than it had
been last time at the party and I was slightly worried about the transparency
of my clingy dress.

 
There were fewer people, but I assumed that
was because there were a number of drawing rooms, reception rooms and living
areas from what I’d seen as we walked in, rather than one huge space. It felt
somehow more intimate, like a house party with a twist. Last time I’d been on
my own and didn’t have a choice, but tonight I wasn’t sure about the protocol
required, whether I was supposed to stand with the females or stay with Jason.
“Where do I go?” I asked eventually, as he started towards the fireplace.
“Right here” he said, gripping my hand tightly and pulling me by his side and I
was relieved at the gesture. Sasha had said that apart from the sex, the
parties were normal and I suppose in many ways she was right, I just wasn’t
sure what sort of conversation to strike up with a bunch of submissive sex
partners. This was still very much a learning curve.

Jason
entered the group, clearly knowing everyone there from the jovial handshakes
and back patting that ensued and introduced me. The necklace got some raised
eyebrows, particularly from Ewan who I recognised immediately. My natural reaction
would have been to make polite conversation but I waited, saying nothing. I
didn’t really know how the hell I was supposed to behave.

The
talk switched from
 
business to sport and
then to yachts and for the most part I stood there quietly, wondering what was
in the other rooms, and desperate to explore and go and find Sasha, and even
more desperate to quiet the constant pulsing between my legs. I was fidgeting
and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. He excused us from the group as we walked out
into the gleaming marble reception area, eyes blazing down at me. “What’s the
matter?” he asked firmly as I looked up at him and rolled my eyes before
realising that was probably utterly inappropriate. Doing this with King would
definitely be a challenge.

 
I should have thought the reason for my
behaviour was obvious. He had scowled briefly at the eye rolling but the rest
of his reaction indicated that he understood. Thank God. “Come with me” he
growled sexily, leading me up the curved mahogany staircase to the fourth room on
the third floor, closing the huge dark wood door behind us and setting the
catch. There was an enormous four poster bed dominating the space, looking
utterly sumptuous and ready for action, crisp white cotton with a golden strip
across it and several metal rings attached in various locations around the
intricately carved mahogany frame. ‘Hallelujah’ my inner wicked cried, as I bit
my lip, trying to stifle my giggles as Jason shook his head.

“If
you’re going to be fidgeting I need to make you stop”. He said firmly, peeling
the clingy dress down my body and standing back to assess me, nipples hardening
under the intensity of his gaze. “You look divine” he said, moving towards me,
kissing me all too swiftly before moving away again. His tongue ran a slow deliberate
line over the curve of his full soft lips as I tried to disguise my sigh and
pressed my legs together in a vain attempt to cease the throbbing that was
driving me insane. It didn’t work and the small smirk that played on his lips
betrayed he knew exactly what I was doing.
 

“I’ll
stop you fidgeting and then we’ll rejoin the party for now.” “Thank you” I
muttered quietly under my breath, his sentence like music to my ears, but he
didn’t look entirely happy with the plan and I assumed that he hadn’t planned
to be in here this soon. He stood straight and tall, his face almost stern as
he beckoned me towards him with an outstretched finger. He used the same
skilled finger to stroke deliciously between my thighs and that was almost all
I needed. Two more swift strokes and I had come apart against his fully clothed
body, his low chuckle revealing he knew exactly just how desperate I had been.

There
was something incredibly sexy about him holding me, almost naked against his
beautifully clothed body and I didn’t want to move away, leaning against him,
inhaling the deep woody scent. Shaking his head very slowly at me, I noticed
the tiniest hint of a smile touching his lips, and I got the feeling that
despite my best efforts, I wasn’t doing very well at this. “We’re going to have
to work on that Charlotte. Next time I will make you wait” he
said,
a gentle edge to his otherwise firm tone as he pulled
my dress back up. “Better?” he asked, stilling as I nuzzled back into him. “Yes
but I’d rather you were inside me” I said quietly, looking up at him and it was
the absolute truth. His mouth was set firm, his head shaking slowly again, his
only response to pull me to the door and back out into the party.

We
entered a different drawing room, a full wall of floor to ceiling leather bound
books in greens and browns, several hard leather, old fashioned chairs, deep
wood furniture and another giant fireplace and I was thankful that the dark
wooden floors, ceilings and panelled walls made it slightly less bright. I
spotted Sasha immediately and was grinning broadly, about to run over to her
when Jason gazed down at me, raising his eyebrows, letting me know in no
uncertain terms to stay where I was, at his side. I guessed Sasha wasn’t
subject to the same rules that I appeared to be, so I gestured her over with my
eyes as covertly as I could manage. Thankfully, she knew exactly what I was up
to.
  

“Hi
Jason” she smiled brightly as he bent to kiss her cheeks before she even
officially acknowledged me, and I wondered if this was part of the protocol, it
would probably make sense. “Well?” and I couldn’t hold my curiosity back as she
smiled and he gazed down at me strangely. The barrister sidled up behind her,
standing at least at foot back and she just nodded briefly, stifling her smile
as I tried to stifle my own.

 
“You look amazing” I grinned, glancing
sideways at her lover who looked like he was literally salivating. “Have you
seen the dungeons yet?” she smiled politely, clearly trying to gain an insight
into what Jason had planned. “No she hasn’t” he answered for me, as she nodded
gently. “We’re on our way there now Sasha” he said, letting go of my hand and
motioning for me to follow me as I gasped slightly, wracked with nerves and
anticipation and wondering just exactly was in store. I couldn’t disguise my
instant attack of nerves as Sasha smiled reassuringly at me and I turned to
follow Jason out of the room.

I
was two steps behind him and it appeared that he was happy with that, so I hung
back slightly following him behind the huge curved staircase we had ascended
earlier to a small, almost concealed door behind it. He opened it and began his
descent. The steps were smaller, grey stone, leading down to the very bowels of
the house I imagined had once comprised the cellars, and as we moved further
and further down the dimly lit stairwell my stomach was churning, my heart in
my mouth. It was dark and a few people were milling around silently and from
the noises I heard, I realised this was where you could watch various scenes unfolding,
and my heart was pounding. Sasha had mentioned today that Jason wanted to show
me
off tonight and I swallowed hard, gripping his hand
tightly and looking up at him as his eyes flew to mine.

“We’re
just going to watch” he whispered very, very quietly as I relaxed slightly,
reassured, unable to help myself moving as closely to his side as I could. The
environment was strange and unfamiliar, and I was craving the protection of the
strong, experienced man beside me. I had never come across anything like this
before and being in the dark cellars of an ancient country mansion, played into
all my subconsciously embedded thoughts of fear. I wasn’t actually afraid, my
logical side knew that these were consenting adults playing for sexual,
emotional and physical gratification, but it was a heady, strange mix of
feelings nevertheless.

The
first scene unfolding was one which seemed infinitely more up Sasha’s street
than my own and I suspected Jason was simply trying to broaden my mind and give
me the whole experience of the party as I stood and watched silently in
fascination. A female dominatrix, tall in a skin tight rubber cat suit and
skyscraper heels, stood cracking a huge whip against the concrete floor, which
made me flinch every time she crashed it down in the low lit room. My God that
thing looked like it would hurt. There were steel mesh cages of various sizes
and cowering in one that was far too small for him, was a man wearing a collar
and a leash that the woman was holding the end of, in her other hand.

He
was naked apart from what looked like leather underwear and the collar, and
there were some soft pink marks on his back where she had clearly recently
unleashed her apparent disapproval with the scary looking whip, and I wondered
what transgression had occurred for him to be sent to the cage. As she tugged
the leash and he made his way out, I noticed his eyes were rimmed red and he
looked incredibly sad, despite the huge bulge in his underwear which betrayed
something else entirely. I couldn’t get my head around it all. It seemed
incredible that someone could find being treated like that arousing, yet the
way they responded to one another was absolutely intriguing.
 
Undoubtedly, they were accurately reading
each other’s silent body language perfectly, it was clear they knew what they
were doing and had done it many times before. Jason was watching me intently as
I turned to him and I wondered if he had been assessing me, more than the scene
unfolding before our eyes that I had found utterly absorbing.

He
moved quietly and slowly, as I followed him instinctively, realising instantly
that the scene in the next cell of the dark dungeon, that we watched through a
huge open viewing space with no glass, was definitely more Jason Kings style. This
I had to take note of, because this might well
be
happening to me someday. I watched avidly, imagining myself as the girl tied
up, entirely naked bar a black silk blindfold, cuffed by her hands and feet on
a strange mediaeval looking rack. The man was tall, muscular with cropped blond
hair and flogging different areas across her body, multiple black leather
strands
pinkening
her skin under its wake. She was
serene and still, her body moving slightly at the connection of each stroke.
Rather than flinch under the pain I perceived to be there, she almost arched
into it, craving it, needing it.

I
moved closer to Jason, suddenly aware of the strange dynamic being created
between us. If I was this girl, it would be him doling out the pain,
determining its ferocity, where he hit, how hard he hit, yet I craved his
proximity and ultimately his protection. It was a hugely confusing yet intimate
feeling, the intensity making me gasp slightly as he looked down at me, concern
and puzzlement flickered briefly across his face, before he turned again
towards the scene. I followed his eyes, finding myself drawn further and
further into the world of the lovers acting out their fantasies before us. It
was so unusual to be a party to something clearly so private, like a ritual
between two souls, strongly connected whilst not physically even touching. The
air was
thick,
and the engagement of the mind as much
as the body in the unusual lifestyle I had found myself in began to become more
and more apparent. I closed the gap between us to leave no space at all. Side
by side, arms, hips and legs all touching and I physically ached to be in his
arms. He didn’t move away, but made no effort to increase the closeness further
still by putting a firm hand around my shoulders or waist, and I knew it wasn’t
my place to initiate such things. Eventually he moved away without looking at
me, ignoring the scenes unfolding further down in the cellars and the low moans
emanating from the unseen guests, making his way purposefully back to the stairs
as I followed quietly and
needily
behind him. It was
fair to say that right now, Charlotte Smith had been well and truly left at the
door of this beautiful country pile and there was no question that whatever
Jason King had in mind, at least for tonight I would totally and whole
heartedly submit to him.