direction of the car. My head lowered, unable to look the man in the face, I felt as though my cheeks were on fire.
‘Nice, eh?’ he asked teasingly.
‘Christ almighty, Carlos, I can’t believe you did that.’
His look feigned surprise. ‘What, not let you come? I told you, I will but it’ll be later –’
‘Oh do shut up. You know exactly what I mean.’
‘Oh, that .’ Raising my head I saw him smiling. ‘You mean you can’t believe I combined giving you a major turn on with giving some poor old boy a treat? Seemed to make sense to me.’
As we got back into the car I calmed down. Put like that, what the hell. As long as I wasn’t in the way of a BBC camera shooting a documentary about the slums of Lima, no one would know.
Apart from the fact that I was looking forward to finally getting my rocks off, I was glad to be back in the apartment. My concentration on the textiles – it was a terrific collection – was somewhat spoiled by self-consciousness about my appearance and the half-fear, half-desire that Carlos might at any moment decide to fondle me in public.
I was afraid that he was going to make me wait until after dinner before fucking me, as I’m not keen on sex on a full stomach, but although that didn’t turn out to be the case he still made me wait. Achingly, tinglingly and desperately.
It was almost six when we got back and Carlos poured us both a beer and made a toast: ‘To anticipation.’
‘That sounds good.’ I raised my glass in response. ‘We won’t have long for that though, will we?’
‘Long enough,’ he said cryptically, setting down his beer and diving into the wardrobe. ‘Why don’t you take off your skirt and top?’
The coldness of the beer sent a shiver through me, or was it desire? I stripped off quickly and efficiently, as he wasn’t watching. Remembering what he had said about chaining my choker to the wall made my sex muscles leap and my nipples stand to attention.
Carlos looked up almost absently from his box. ‘Panties.’ He mimed for me to take them off, and I stood before him in corset, choker and boots. To my excitement he took off the velvet choker and replaced it with the wide one I had worn the night before. No gloves, though; instead he produced two black leather straps and fastened them around my body and arms; one over the corset, just under my breasts, and the other around my hips, just where the corset ended.
‘I think it’s time to take you to bed,’ he said, his eyes narrowing. I almost expressed my disappointment – after all, where was the anticipation, and what about being chained to the wall? – but instead a moan escaped me as he fastened a short strip of plaited leather to one of the chains on the choker. It could only remind me of a dog lead and he almost dragged me like a wide-eyed puppy to the bedroom. Trembling with excitement I tottered on the high heels and as he pushed me down on to the bed and fastened a clip on the other end of the lead to the rail of the bedhead I could have fainted with pleasure.
‘I have to go out for a bit and, as we’ve already established, you can’t be trusted not to bring yourself off while I’m out, I’ll have to leave you like this . . . I hope you don’t mind?’
‘What do you think?’ I asked him, my voice and my look charged with meaning. He smiled, his thin lips looking almost cruel.
‘Good, because just one more thing.’
He pulled my legs apart and I thought he was going to give me another shot of anticipation. Instead he fastened a black cuff around each ankle and snapped the chains on them to the rail at the foot of the bed. Chained at neck and ankle, but with my arms tightly bound to my sides, my first thought was that if he was going out for too long I would die of desire.
‘Oh, and another,’ he added, lowering his face to mine. ‘You are comfortable, Bliss?’
I nodded.
‘Good. Can you lift your head a little?’
I thought he was checking to make sure I had
‘Nice, eh?’ he asked teasingly.
‘Christ almighty, Carlos, I can’t believe you did that.’
His look feigned surprise. ‘What, not let you come? I told you, I will but it’ll be later –’
‘Oh do shut up. You know exactly what I mean.’
‘Oh, that .’ Raising my head I saw him smiling. ‘You mean you can’t believe I combined giving you a major turn on with giving some poor old boy a treat? Seemed to make sense to me.’
As we got back into the car I calmed down. Put like that, what the hell. As long as I wasn’t in the way of a BBC camera shooting a documentary about the slums of Lima, no one would know.
Apart from the fact that I was looking forward to finally getting my rocks off, I was glad to be back in the apartment. My concentration on the textiles – it was a terrific collection – was somewhat spoiled by self-consciousness about my appearance and the half-fear, half-desire that Carlos might at any moment decide to fondle me in public.
I was afraid that he was going to make me wait until after dinner before fucking me, as I’m not keen on sex on a full stomach, but although that didn’t turn out to be the case he still made me wait. Achingly, tinglingly and desperately.
It was almost six when we got back and Carlos poured us both a beer and made a toast: ‘To anticipation.’
‘That sounds good.’ I raised my glass in response. ‘We won’t have long for that though, will we?’
‘Long enough,’ he said cryptically, setting down his beer and diving into the wardrobe. ‘Why don’t you take off your skirt and top?’
The coldness of the beer sent a shiver through me, or was it desire? I stripped off quickly and efficiently, as he wasn’t watching. Remembering what he had said about chaining my choker to the wall made my sex muscles leap and my nipples stand to attention.
Carlos looked up almost absently from his box. ‘Panties.’ He mimed for me to take them off, and I stood before him in corset, choker and boots. To my excitement he took off the velvet choker and replaced it with the wide one I had worn the night before. No gloves, though; instead he produced two black leather straps and fastened them around my body and arms; one over the corset, just under my breasts, and the other around my hips, just where the corset ended.
‘I think it’s time to take you to bed,’ he said, his eyes narrowing. I almost expressed my disappointment – after all, where was the anticipation, and what about being chained to the wall? – but instead a moan escaped me as he fastened a short strip of plaited leather to one of the chains on the choker. It could only remind me of a dog lead and he almost dragged me like a wide-eyed puppy to the bedroom. Trembling with excitement I tottered on the high heels and as he pushed me down on to the bed and fastened a clip on the other end of the lead to the rail of the bedhead I could have fainted with pleasure.
‘I have to go out for a bit and, as we’ve already established, you can’t be trusted not to bring yourself off while I’m out, I’ll have to leave you like this . . . I hope you don’t mind?’
‘What do you think?’ I asked him, my voice and my look charged with meaning. He smiled, his thin lips looking almost cruel.
‘Good, because just one more thing.’
He pulled my legs apart and I thought he was going to give me another shot of anticipation. Instead he fastened a black cuff around each ankle and snapped the chains on them to the rail at the foot of the bed. Chained at neck and ankle, but with my arms tightly bound to my sides, my first thought was that if he was going out for too long I would die of desire.
‘Oh, and another,’ he added, lowering his face to mine. ‘You are comfortable, Bliss?’
I nodded.
‘Good. Can you lift your head a little?’
I thought he was checking to make sure I had
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