Chapter 3

He dropped the bags and his jacket and tie, together with her discarded clothes, in a heap by the front door and took her in his arms.

"See, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you and, from what I could tell, it excited you too."

Cathy pressed her bare breasts into David's shirt.

"I know, you're right, but I really don't understand it. You make me do unspeakable, demeaning things that embarrass the hell out of me and it makes me horny as hell; like now. Here I am standing stark naked in my own home while you're fully dressed. I'm, I feel like a complete slut, yet so, I don't know, so excited. I can even smell I am!"

David gently stroked her back letting his strong hands slip down to cradle her buttocks.

"It's simple really, you like being told what to do. You're submissive and like to surrender control. Then it's not your responsibility; someone else is making you do it."

Cathy was indignant. "Go on, that's a load of rubbish. I've been in control of my life for years now. I run your business life. I organise the support staff at work, and a lot of those are men. I don't let people get too close in case they interfere with what I want to do.

"Anyway, I don't go a bundle on this submissive thing. I've read a bit about it. If you think I'm going to start calling you 'Master', or something, you can think again. If you suddenly produced a whip, I'd run a mile."

"No, I don't mean that." David smiled. "There are levels and degrees in everything. Remember how you loved it when you were spread naked for me and I was tasting your panties?"

Cathy was indignant. "I didn't! I hated it!"

"Oh yes? It really turned you on though, you know it did."

A hot flush spread across the young woman's face as she accepted the truth of what he said.

"It's not about ordinary life, you see, Cathy. It's about fantasy, sexual fantasy. Remember last night when you tried to be forceful, the dominant virgin controlling the older man? Didn't work for long did it? You couldn't carry it through."

"That doesn't prove anything!" Cathy protested loudly. "That was just my lack of experience showing through."

David supported the slim girl in the small of her back as his other hand gently stroked her bare hip.

"No, darling, you're kidding yourself," David's voice was very gentle.

"When you let me tell you what to do, it turned you on. You got hotter when I made you keep your hands above your head or spread your legs to let me see you 'down there'. That's another thing. When you're excited you've got a pussy, a cunt even, but the rest of the time it's just a 'there'."

Cathy squirmed and gave a sheepish grin. She knew he had a point. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she had been so drawn to him, obsessed by him. The gentle strength in his character had been an aphrodisiac.

David tried to lighten the mood.

"You've got a lovely apartment."

Though it was quite modest, Cathy was very proud of her first home. She had been lucky. Her apartment had been converted from the old school hall and it was big with a very high ceiling, even though really only one room. A kitchen and a bathroom had been built and the bedroom was an open area above the bathroom and kitchen, reached by slatted wooden stairs.

"I like to call it my studio because of the open space and all those huge windows," said Cathy glancing round.

She cried out as she caught sight of her naked body reflected in the dark glass of a large window.

"Oh my God," she shrieked, running across the room. "We're on the ground floor. Anyone could see me like this."

When she had finished pulling all the curtains tightly shut, she turned to find David sitting on the settee. Still uncomfortable that she was naked and he was fully dressed, she hesitated, not sure what to do.

"Cathy, do you want me to go?" The voice sounded full of concern.

"No, no, of course not; I'm just being silly."

"Then come over here."

The commanding tone sent a shiver down her spine and relit the fire between her thighs. On legs that had turned to jelly, she stumbled across and stood in front of him as she knew intuitively he wanted her to. She blushed at her brazen display and modestly brought her hands together to hide her black bush.

She raised her eyes from the floor and saw David studying her chest.

"Oh, please, w-what are you doing?"

"I'm enjoying your beautiful breasts."

It was as if his words were actually fingers, stroking her and making the spheres of flesh swell. Her nipples were so hard they ached, throbbing in harmony with her heartbeat.

"Don't, please."

"Don't what," said David, already knowing the answer but wanting her to say it.

"Don't stare at my, my breasts. It's em-embarrassing."

"Then I'd better look elsewhere."

With this, he reached forward and put his hands on her wrists. She didn't resist as her hands were pulled apart and placed at her sides. Her palms and his fingertips traced a delicate pattern on her skin as they moved sending tremors of desire through her abdomen.

He ran his fingers teasingly down the front of her legs, making her muscles spasm violently and gently pressed on the inside of her knees. No words were needed. She understood what he required of her and opened her legs to give him access. She blushed deeply, knowing how her wet swollen sex lips were displayed.

The vision of the harem girl flashed through her mind; the fantasy of being aroused for someone's pleasure. How did he know? How could he read her innermost thoughts like this? Her whole body trembled and she put her hands behind her back, imagining them to be tied.

David's eyes locked with hers as his hands ran up the inside of her thighs until they reached the damp heat of her pussy. Fleetingly, fingers stroked through her inner lips and circled her hard sensitive nub. It was too much. As her hips bucked and her pussy clenched, Cathy fought to control herself, shutting her eyes tightly, but couldn't hold back a small groan that betrayed her orgasm.

As the shivers of pleasure finally subsided, she hardly dared open her eyes. David's eyes were still fixed on her hers, a look of amused superiority on his face. God, this was so demeaning. She had climaxed with almost no physical contact; a sexual puppet in his hands. What must he think of her? Despite the hours of stimulation, she was ashamed at how easily she'd responded. He must think her completely wanton.

"So, did my slut enjoy it?" The words, though crude, were full of love.

"I'm not a slut," replied Cathy indignantly.

"I know you're not; I never said you were. I said you were my slut, which is completely different."

Cathy understood what he meant. This man was releasing things in her soul that she had never really been aware were there, opening her mind to the needs of her body. She could never be like this with anyone else. She would never want to be.

Already, the stirrings of renewed desire were awaking inside her at the sight of David smiling at how easily he had controlled her; manipulated her sexual response. He sat in front of her, feasting his eyes on her nakedness, and turning the pit of her stomach to molten lava.

He drew his hand through the fleshy folds between her legs, drawing a soft moan from her. More insistently, she felt first one, then two fingers slip inside her soaking pussy and massage the soft walls. Each stroke sent more blood flooding to her already engorged labia.

Her body was slowly rising towards another summit when he suddenly withdrew from her. Cathy opened her eyes wide as the feeling of loss was palpable. Her jaw dropped as she watched him slowly raise his juice coated fingers to his mouth and begin licking them clean.

"You know, Cathy, you taste so good; so sweet, so sexy."

The sheer depravity of it made her face burn and her nipples tingle. Then the fingers were back in her pussy, gently probing, seeking her sweet spot. Her sensations heightened by her shame, Cathy began shaking.

Then the same despair as the stimulation ceased and his hand was raised to her face.

"I was being selfish. Here, taste your sweet nectar."

Cathy's mouth went dry. With all her lonely masturbation she had never tasted her own secretions. She had never dreamed of putting her fingers to her mouth covered with the evidence of her lust. Now, she was being asked to taste this forbidden fruit while he watched her. It was excruciating.

But, oh so exciting. Driven forward by her demons, she parted her lips to give passage to his fingers and tentatively pushed her tongue forward. The strange but not unpleasant taste was a surprise. She sucked his fingers avidly, for a moment not caring what he thought of her.

The fingers withdrew and returned to tantalise her aching pussy. What he was doing to her, the humiliation and the caresses, was fanning her desire incredibly.

David slid off the settee and knelt on the rug in front of her. He gripped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her until his face was buried in the soft hair of her mound. His tongue probed between her lips, each push inside sending darts of excitement to her straining nipples. It would only take his tongue on her nub, she knew, to give her release. The touch didn't come. Instead, he took his face away and she cried with frustration.

Gently, he pulled on her hips to make her sit down. Cathy automatically brought her knees together and pulled them up until her heels pressed into her ass, modestly screening her feminine charms.

"Aren't you going to let me look at you? You like it when I look at you, don't you?"

"I think you've already been looking at me pretty comprehensively, don't you?" she said sarcastically.

"Oh, no, I want to see all of you. You want me to see all of you. You know you do. Being looked at is so exciting."

Cathy's heart pounded so hard she thought she could hear it. There was a hint of menace in his words. He was going to spare her nothing. Did he realise what he was putting her through? Yes, of course, hadn't he been doing it all day, and hadn't she loved it? Didn't she also crave this?

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed him stand and strip quickly. She came to herself just in time to see him slip his briefs off. She marvelled again at his rampant cock; a cock that would be inside her soon. As soon as she had done what he asked.

She shivered with fear and anticipation.

She realised she'd been squeezing her thighs together, trying to get the stimulation for the climax her body craved. It was so close but was snatched away from her as David knelt down and began pushing her knees apart. Her legs were moved wider and wider and she could feel her swollen, pulsing lips part to open her pussy wide to his hungry eyes.

He gave her no respite. His hands went under her knees and started pulling her legs up.

"Here, you take them and bring your knees up to your chest."

She had known it was coming. She could have stopped at any time; just asked him to leave. But she hadn't. Her demanding body was making her confront her worst nightmare.

As she moved to pull her legs back, she could feel her ass leave the floor and her buttocks tighten and spread. She knew what he could see; her most private place. The most secret, shameful place she had never dared touch; even in her wildest self pleasuring.

Now she was wantonly displaying it to David. It was incredibly humiliating and, incredibly exciting.

David began sliding through her upturned pussy. She felt fingers invade her wet lips and a thumb tease her clitoris. "Oh, God," she thought, "I'm going to come in this most demeaning position." But the fingers moved away, tracing a line past her pussy into the crease of her ass. She thought again of the harem girl, bent over with her ass spread. At least in her fantasy she'd been able to hide her face, her shame. Cathy had to watch through her stretched legs.