Silken Desires (11 page)

He took her to the living room and they sat
on the couch. “So, she’s the hired help?”

“I don’t like to think of her that way, but
yes she is. She cooks, cleans and does my laundry, but not because
I pay her to, it’s because she enjoys it. I have no qualms about
doing it myself. In fact, I do as much as I can until she catches
me.” He smiled. “Then she complains and shoves me out of the way so
she can finish.”

“That’s sweet. So how long have you known
her?” Linda traced her fingers along Jonathan’s forearm. It gave
him chills, but at the same time it felt relaxing.

“All of my life. She’s been employed by my
family since before I was born.”

“That explains it, then.” She patted his
thigh, and leaned back into the couch cushions.

“Explains what?” He cocked his head at
her.

“The way you both interact, I can see you’re
both familiar and comfortable with one another.” Linda settled her
hand on the back of his.

“She’s like family to me. Her daughter used
to be my nanny, and her late husband did maintenance for my
parents’ properties.” He flipped his hand over and interlaced their
fingers.

“Is she always so happy to see your
guests?”

“Actually she never meets any of my guests.
You’re the first in my few years living here, aside from Roxi.” He
looked at her face to see how she felt about that.

“That’s why she was so smiley and wouldn’t
look away from me.” Linda’s laughter filled the large room.

“In the past I’d bring willing subs here for
the playroom. It’s been awhile, but I did so on her days off, or
after she went to sleep. She knew I had people here, but understood
they were just passing through and that they weren’t anything
special.” Now he really looked at her. Had he just implied she was
something special?

She didn’t respond and looked down to her
hand wrapped in his. She pulled away from his grip and stood to
walk around the room. Her body moved elegantly from one wall to the
next looking at photographs and artwork. She finally stopped at the
ceiling to floor window overlooking his pool surrounded by a patio
and garden barely visible in the moonlight.

“Jonathan, I want you to take me to your
playroom.” She didn’t turn around, but he saw her looking at him in
the reflection of the window.

Jonathan stood and walked up slowly behind
her, keeping their eyes locked on one another. “I only take
experienced, consensual subs in there. In that room I become
someone else, and I’m not sure that you could handle it, or that
you’d like my other self.”

“Try me,” she breathed.

Jonathan reached around her and grabbed her
breasts, massaging them as he brought his mouth to her neck. He
kissed, sucked and bit her soft skin. Her chest rose and fell
rapidly. She tried to turn around, but he held her firmly in place
as he continued what he was doing.

“Jonathan.” She tried to turn around in his
arms once again, but he didn’t allow her any movement.

“Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips to
silence her. Keeping eye contact in the glass, he ran his finger
across her lips and pressed against them, asking for entry. Her
lips parted and he slowly slid a finger into her warm, moist mouth.
He pumped in and out a few times as she sucked and licked around
his fingertip, never taking her gaze from his reflection. Her mouth
felt heavenly, and he was fully erect at the talent her tongue
worked.

He pulled out from her mouth and trailed her
saliva along her neck, and she moaned. Letting go of her he
expected her to turn around, but when she didn’t move, he turned
her forcefully and pushed her back against the cool glass of the
window. Placing his hands on her shoulders he ran them down her
arms, and she shivered. Gripping her wrists he lifted them over her
head and held them there with one hand and lowered his other hand
to her blouse.

He expertly unbuttoned her shirt, and
reached into her bra, pulling out a breast. He couldn’t wait to get
his mouth on her hardened peak. Bringing his hungry mouth down, he
licked and sucked it hard. She arched her back, pressing her chest
harder to his mouth. Still holding her wrists and sucking her
nipple, he dropped his hand and cupped it between her legs. She
gasped but wriggled her hips in invitation. He rubbed his palm hard
against her pussy, and continued until her breath was ragged, her
moans were intermittent, and she slammed her eyes shut.

He let down her hands, stopped everything,
and then waited for her breathing to calm. Her eyes opened slowly.
“Take your clothes off. No talking. No moving. Do only as I say. If
you want to stop, or don’t like what we’re doing at any time,
simply say “red”. Understand? I promise at the sound of that word
I’ll stop everything, and we’ll be done for the night.”

“Yes, I understand,” she whispered.

“What happens out here will determine
whether or not we go into the playroom. If we do go inside that
room, you will address me as Sir, and no talking whatsoever unless
you are told.” He paused and couldn’t believe he was even offering
to do this with her. “That is my room, and we go by my rules. I’m a
greedy, bossy man once we step through that door, and in there I
use women for my personal gratification only. Do you still wish to
go to the playroom?”

She nodded.

“Clothes off,” he demanded. She didn’t
hesitate and stripped naked right in front of the window. “Very
nice.” He caressed the sides of her large breasts and slid his
thumbs over her nipples flicking them until they were peaks of
hardness.

“Face the window.” She did as told, he
pressed his body behind hers grinding his erection against her
backside. Her cheek was up against the window and her breasts were
flattened on the cool glass.

Jonathan grabbed a fistful of her hair and
yanked her head back. When she gasped, he said, “Remember to say
red if you don’t like what I’m doing to you.”

Keeping a firm hold of her hair, he licked
her neck and bit it hard. Another gasp. He hesitated a moment
before doing it again. This time she didn’t gasp. She moaned.

“That a girl.”

Pulling away he ordered her to the floor on
her hands and knees. She moved gracefully. Squatting to her level,
he ran his fingertips along her spine, and she arched her back to
his touch like a cat in heat.

He grabbed and squeezed her ass. “I’m going
to spank you now, for me, not you.” She didn’t say her safeword so
he lifted his hand and waited a moment to mess with her. Watching a
woman squirm over the unexpected excited him. Down his hand went
and landed a nice hard smack that was sure to sting. He slapped
both cheeks three times. She said nothing as her skin turned
pink.

“Red skin turns me on, but yours is only
pink, I may need to spank you some more.” He massaged the globes of
her ass once more and gave them a shake. She had a great ass and
one day he’d fuck it, but for now it was play time.

Ten more slaps, hard. “Mmmm nice and red,
perfect. I wonder if you like it as much as I do.” Shoving a finger
between her folds, he suppressed a moan at how wet she was, and
tried to maintain a serious commanding voice. “I see that you
do.”

“Go to the couch. Lay on it with your head
hanging off, upside down.” Linda stood for a moment looking on with
confusion. He pointed to where a blanket lay spread out. “Sit there
facing the back of the couch, and then scoot your ass toward the
cushions, and lie back.” She did as told, and her hair cascaded
down the front of the couch.

He knelt in front of her upside-down face
and unzipped his pants releasing his hard, throbbing cock. Her
breath hitched. “Open. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Don’t do
anything, I’m in control here.”

Her mouth opened slowly, and he traced her
lips with the head of his dick. Before he thrust inside, he pulled
away to admire his pre-come shining on her lips.

He slid in and out, and as instructed, she
lay still as could be, only applying suction. He pumped her willing
mouth, impressed with her control and the fact that she wasn’t
gagging as he slid deep into her throat. Jonathan was on fire as
his balls clenched up tight ready for release, but he pulled out
not yet ready to come. He’d save that for later. Teasing himself
while using women for pleasure was an immense turn on and always
fueled him for more.

Both of them were panting as he pulled away
and sat back on his heels. After regaining his composure, he
motioned for Linda to get up. “This is a taste of the playroom, all
for me, and nothing for you. Do you still want to go?”

She didn’t answer, or maybe she couldn’t,
but he could tell Linda was turned on, her face pink, her breathing
uneven, and perspiration lined her forehead. She probably needed
her own sexual release, but he wouldn’t allow it. Understanding her
dilemma, he offered, “If you’re an obedient slut, I’ll fuck you
good and hard after. I promise.” She flinched when he said ‘slut’.
He spoke softly and ran a hand through her hair to put her at ease.
“It’s just a play name. Relax.”

Still not answering, she began nervously
rocking from foot to foot while keeping her gaze down. He lifted
his hand to squeeze his cock, still erect and sticking out of his
pants, to alleviate the painful throb. Her head lifted somewhat,
and he could see her watch what he was doing, so he started to
stroke his shaft nice and slow. She licked her lips.

“Like what you see? Just think of this
filling you from behind. Once we get out of the playroom, you will
bend over the back of this couch, and I will fuck you hard like I
know you enjoy. Go to the bathroom and freshen up. Take a minute
for yourself. I’ll be in that room there.” He pointed at a door off
to the side. “If you decide to join me, meet me there. If you don’t
show in the next fifteen minutes, I’ll understand.” He walked to
her and ran his knuckles down the side of her face before placing a
soft kiss on her lips.

***

Jonathan sat inside the door of his
playroom, lights dim and quiet music playing overhead. He figured
Linda would be halfway home. She’d been nervous out in the living
room, and looked a little frightened, but she hadn’t used her
safeword.

Replaying what happened between the two of
them, his dick hardened again. Looking at his watch, fourteen
minutes had gone by. If she went home, he would relieve himself of
his painful throbbing cock. Sticking out of his pants, it beckoned
him to take hold, and he couldn’t help but wrap a fist around it.
He began to stroke it, slowly at first, moving his hand up and
down, harder and faster. He threw his head back about to release
when he heard a noise at the door. Linda had stayed. He stopped
mid-stroke, gripped the base of his cock tightly, almost to the
point of pain, and froze. Looking at her voluptuous naked body he
almost came.

“You’re still here?” She remained in the
doorway not moving, not speaking. Jumping to his feet, he went to
her and led her to the center of the room. “Stand here.” Reaching
for fur-lined wrist restraints, he hesitated, then picked them up
anyway. “I don’t know if you’ve tried any kink like what’s in here,
so I’ll show or tell you about the things before I use them on you.
Shake your head no and I will move on to something else. Don’t
respond if you approve. Then there is always your safeword ‘red’ if
you want to stop altogether. Understand?”

Linda nodded.

“I’m going to cuff your wrists behind your
back.” He waited to see if she’d shake her head. She did nothing.
Standing behind her he pulled her arms back and locked them
together. He grabbed her ass and groaned. His dick still hard and
pulsing and he would be miserable until his release, but here she
was naked, and letting him do things to her. It would be worth it
in the end.

Over her shoulder he could see her large
breasts jutting from her body. Unable to resist, he reached around
and groped them, and the idea of nipple clamps crossed his mind.
Pulling open a nearby drawer, he selected a small pair of metal
clamps attached to a silver chain. He held them in her view.
“Nipple clamps. Adjustable. I’ll go easy.” She remained
unresponsive. Good.

“Breathe.” He reminded her. He could tell by
the lack of movement from her chest that she held it in. “Take a
deep breath,” he instructed. As she released it, he clamped on the
first one. She made an awkward noise in her throat. He waited a
moment to see her reaction, but she didn’t stop him so he placed
the second one on. This time she didn’t gasp, she held strong.

“You’ve given me no reason to stop so I’ll
continue.” Walking over to the wall, he pulled a riding crop off a
hook. “I’d like to try this on your ass. It would give me great
pleasure to do so.” He held it up so she could see the heart-shaped
end.

“Let me set you up how I want you, and we
can go from there.” Having to explain things and be technical took
the ache out of his balls. Releasing one wrist he then re-cuffed
her in front of her body. Lifting both arms above her head, he
attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. If the hook was
any higher she might have been on her toes. The length of her body
stretched out before him with the nipple clamps pinching her taut
from the new position. It took his breath away. She looked
uncertain with wide eyes, but very sexy. He flicked her nipple hard
and she cried out. He waited. No safeword.

He trailed his hand from her neck, down
through the valley of her breasts, and past her belly button.
Kicking her legs apart enough to get his hand in between the V of
her legs, he cupped her pussy and palmed her clit fast and hard,
and then stopped. She groaned out a frustrated sound.

He moved to the other breast and flicked it
like he did the first one. She cried out again, but didn’t seem to
be in pain anymore. It was more of a pleasurable cry. “Sometimes
people can perceive pain as pleasure. I believe you’re experiencing
that now.”