PART THE TENTH – PERFORMANCE
Once they exited the building, Ethan turned and took her in his arms. He kissed her fiercely, pulling her body against his. The force of it made her nipples ache as the clamps were crushed against his hard chest.
She purred with delight, savoring the combination of the pleasurepain and that most intimate of his torments, his kisses.
Jen could feel herself grow wet all over again, and she trembled at the thought of a night of unrestricted passion with him. Let him do with her as he willed – let him whip her, let him bind her, let him treat her like a whore – she didn't care. She was utterly his tonight, with no fears of further interruption by Kami. At last, they would be together as she'd always intended.
Ethan broke his embrace and stepped back. He took the fine chain that linked her breasts and twisted it slightly, wrenching a small gasp of pain from her. Her eyes watered but it felt so good, so right to be here with him like this.
He smiled at her reaction and let go, only to take up the leash. With a flourish he threaded it down underneath the chain, a diabolical arrangement that would send jolts of pleasurepain through her if she fell to far behind. Then, spinning on his heel he began to walk down the long driveway into the night.
Where were they going, she wondered?
She tottered behind him, straining to maintain her balance in heels on crushed gravel. At length, they passed out of the light from the house, underneath a long row of old trees, and onto the thick green lawn before the house. She still couldn't see the front gate, but knew they'd moved at least a half-mile towards it by the time they stopped.
Her breasts were afire from the occasional misstep, and her body was covered in a sheen of moisture, part perspiration, and part damp night air.
Ethan turned to her and kissed her lightly.
"I want to apologize to you, Pet."
She frowned, confused by this. "Sir?"
"I want to apologize for what happened back there at the house. It shouldn't have gone like that. That wasn't the way the evening was planned."
"I don't understand." She ground one foot into the lawn, nervous at the sudden upset to what she'd expected.
What had happened to their night?
Did his apology mean that they weren't going to be together?
Ethan smiled. "Don't fret so. You're still going to get your night with me."
Mind whirling, she smiled back. "Really, Sir?"
"Yes, really. Surely you don't doubt me, do you?"
"No...no...of course not, it's just that I don't understand why you're apologizing."
He laughed and ran his hand lightly down her stomach, sending shivers coursing through her. "Of course. Let me explain."
"I took you here tonight to show you off to my friends. Kami's indiscretions upset that whole plan. And, as a result, I had to put you in that position onstage – that position of having to choose her punishment. It's not a position I wanted to put you in."
Jen nodded, her fears subsiding a bit. She was beginning to understand.
Or at least she thought she was.
Ethan pulled her to him again, kissing her neck, his hands roaming down her back to cup her ass lightly. She sighed and pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and leaning her head back to give him more access.
He obliged, nibbling gently on her collarbone, and then working his way up her neck. His breath was hot on her skin, and his touch made her body burn. His hands seemed to be everywhere, caressing her back, tangling themselves in her hair, pressing her body to his; Jen began to moan from the intensity of it.
She was so wet, so ready for him.
She wanted nothing more than for him to throw her down and fuck her, here, here in the soft light of the night, surrounded by the sounds of the night, his body crushing hers into the soft earth.
But then he stopped, leaving her there, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to climb up out of the passion he'd evoked.
He took a deep breath, calming himself; "I didn't want to put you in that position because I know it's not something you're ready for."
"But I am..."
The words were out of her mouth before she was even aware she'd said them. And no sooner had she said them then her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped in horror.
What had she just said?
That she was capable of choice?
After all that had transpired earlier that night?!?
He frowned. Even in the half-light she could see how disappointed he was.
"Hmm...Kami has been a very bad influence on you."
Jen suddenly felt very cold.
The rising tension in her was swept away in a burst of fear. Even though some small part of her brain reveled in the fact that he attributed her catastrophic display of will to her contact with her rival, the simple fact that he was so very disappointed in her filled her with a peculiar sense of horror.
"Please sir, I didn't mean to ..."
Her plea was cut off abruptly as he gripped her chain and pulled her to him. Searing bursts of pain radiated up through her nipples, spiking into her brain as she found herself dragged forward. When she was pressed against him, he twisted the chain, and the pain nearly made her faint from its intensity.
She shuddered, her body flailing against his as her mind struggled to ride out the waves of torment. But she forced herself to remain silent; knowing that to speak again would only worsen things.
Her hands were at her sides, clasped tightly against her thighs, fingers digging into her own soft flesh in an effort not to scream.
He said nothing; just stood there and looked at her, his disapproving gaze boring into her, demanding to know the reason for such a grievous breach of etiquette.
She had no answer.
But he obviously wasn't going to stop his torment, and she simply didn't know how much longer she could endure such agony. It was one thing to layer pain over a torrent of sexual hunger, but this was nothing like that, this was simply designed to punish her for her actions.
As her body began to tremble, an idea sprung into her mind.
With a tremendous force of will Jen removed her right hand and reached between them to place it on his cock. She could feel its fullness through his slacks, feel it throb in response.
Slowly, fighting for focus as he increased the pressure on the chain, she began to stroke him. Her breasts were white hot, but she forced herself to ignore it; forced herself to concentrate on his cock.
After a few minutes, his eyes took on a strange heat.
After five minutes he dropped the chain.
She would have fallen then, but he caught her in his arms and held her tight. She could feel the thick fullness of his cock pulsing against her body.
He produced a silk blindfold from his pocket and placed it over her eyes. "Fortunately, if you actions just now are anything to judge by, you're not as far along as she is; you can still be redeemed."
And when he kissed her lightly on the lips, her mind sang out its triumph as wetness flooded her pussy once more. To be sure, her nipples ached like nothing she'd ever experienced, but to know that she'd saved herself in some small way was simply intoxicating.
Ethan smiled, and took the leash once more and started off again, leading her deeper into the night.
Finally, they stopped, and he led her up a short flight of stairs...wooden, if the clicks of her heels were anything to judge by.
Quickly, he bound her hands, securing each with a pair of padded cuffs to thin chains, which, judging by the spread-eagled pose she was forced to adopt, must have been set into twin pillars to either side of her.
Ethan knelt and pulled off her panties, planting a light kiss on her shaven vulva as he did so. "We're going to have to pay more attention to this, you know," he said, "it's really quite lovely."
Jen purred with satisfaction.
She felt her legs being pushed apart, and a second pair of cuffs being secured to them. When she tried to move, however, she found that she really couldn't move at all. Something now connected her two ankles, a steel spreader bar, she surmised.
Finally, he unfastened the corset, leaving her totally nude save for her heels, chain, clamps, and collar. The night air was warm on her skin; it would be a perfect night to make love to him.
He stepped away, and she let out a small 'ooh' of disappointment.
"Now then," he breathed into her ear from behind, "I am going to have my way with you. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes, Sir, very much so."
And she did. She really did. All she wanted in this moment was to be taken by him, and the thought that he would have her here, in this public place like this, chained up like some slave girl from a story was terribly arousing.
Oh, to be held there, immobile while he fucked her from behind.
The very thought of it made her tremble with desire.
"Good. Now then, let's begin."
She heard him step back, and almost instantly a searing strip scored its away across her right buttock.
A flicker whip, she wondered?
No ... a flogger.
His tool of choice.
"Mmm...my love..." she moaned, pushing her ass out, eager for more.
Sometime later, after her first orgasm had shattered the night's stillness with throaty cries of desire, he offered her a moment's respite, setting the flogger to one side on some nearby table – or so she surmised from the sounds of his movement.
She heard him return to her, heard him move behind her, and then felt him press himself against her. He was standing at an angle, one hand on her vulva, pressing down so she was forced to push her ass out.
