She was exhausted, she could feel her thighs tremble as she stood, looking up into the striking amber colored eyes of the man who would ultimately become her Manager. His gaze towards her was haughty, reserved and, oddly enough, hostile. The cold intense fire in them caused her to shiver and look away. It was clear he was irritated at her, but the reason for such was very unclear. As she followed Chris off the stage, all she could think about was the stranger who had placed the choker around her neck.
Chris led her through a series of rooms, some appointed as libraries, some as bedrooms. She surreptitiously examined each room they floated through, noticing furniture that she had never seen before in real life. Heavy timbered x-shaped mounts with gleaming leather restraints dangling threateningly from each end. Several metallic machines, jutting grotesquely huge dildos at the end of their steel rod pistons, thrust motionless erections in the still air. She gasped, realizing what they were for and stopped in her tracks, fascinated and petrified by the radiating sexuality of such cold machines.
"Nina," snapped Chris, "follow." She blushed deeply, trotting after him more quickly and pushing the images deep into her imagination.
They finally reached a large room that looked like a personal spa with a massage table, a running bath and two beautiful women who waited in attendance. One was a stunningly endowed blonde, her hourglass figure and enormous chest simply radiated sexuality, the thin metal chains that connected her cherry-sized nipples to a hoop through her belly button and down to her clit only enhanced the enormous globes that defied gravity. The other was a tall, lithe, dark skinned woman, of African or South American origin. As she bent down to test the waters of the bath, Nina couldn't help but stare at the most perfect ass she had ever seen. Full, round globes hung perfectly over lean, muscular thighs, making Nina painfully aware of her less than round ass. The dark-skinned slave wore tight white shorts, barely covering the bottoms of her asscheeks, and only accentuating how lusciously round they were.
Although completely intimidated by such beauties, their nakedness caused Nina to feel returning warmth between her thighs. In her university years, Nina had been seduced by both men and women, realizing that her true orientation was towards individuals who could fan her native passions to new and more intense experiences. She stopped at the entrance, shyly looking at them, wondering what would happen next.
Chris walked commandingly yet menacingly across the floor, barking out crisp orders to the slaves to bathe and massage her. Nina couldn't see his face at all, and wondered if the strain in his voice meant that he had been disappointed with her performance. She began to speak, but a brusque wave of his hand cut her off and she felt her stomach tighten with anxiety as she was led silently away.
The soft, reassuring hands of the two women calmed Nina's nerves. She turned her head to admire their contrasting beauty. To be presented, however, with two of the most stunning women she had ever met made her feel shy and completely inadequate. Although she still felt some distress over Chris' rough dismissal of her, she began to relax in the perfumed waters of her bath as these two women began to administer to her every need.
Chris walked across to the bar and poured himself a long drink. He was cursing the turn of events that night. True, his intentions hadn't been the most pure, and the thought of selling Nina to the organization had crossed his mind several times after they had exchanged pictures and emails online. She was a very promising catch, a hidden beauty with potential corporate espionage skills that could be honed and trained for the organization. His reputation would be enhanced greatly if she were to be trained, since it was very rare to discover new talent that had both qualities in one person.
But during the car ride over, he had had second thoughts.
Her warm, sensual smile and compelling intelligence had completely overpowered any intentions he had before they had met. He had wanted her for himself, to explore her intimately for longer than just a weekend. But he couldn't back out now; the organization he worked for was a powerful one, and he owed everything he had to it.
But the fact that it would be Richard who was chosen to train her annoyed him deeply. It was a strange feeling for him, because Richard was a father-figure to him, someone he respected and trusted unconditionally.
As he twirled the amber liquid in the glass, he recalled one of the earliest assignments he had as a young manager for the organization. Richard had directed him to punish another manager who had hopelessly fallen in love with an associate he had been ordered to train. God, that was an ugly situation. The mission went dangerously wrong from the start, and if Richard hadn't bailed him out... well it could have been Chris who died instead of the unfortunate couple. Pity about them. But really the moral issues raised were minor compared to the security issues. The thought that the organization might have been exposed to such indiscretions... it still caused Chris to shiver. The culture of secrecy was essential to the survival of the organization. They had provided services, both erotic and practical, to high net wealth individuals for close to three centuries. And Chris was the consummate company man.
And where was Richard, damnit? He had handed Chris the message with the orders in it about an hour ago, and then had quickly left the room. Was he upset about being called back into service so abruptly? Chris had to suppress a surprisingly intense flash of jealousy at the fact that it was Richard, not he, who would have the pleasure of training Nina. He knew that Nina would be deeply attracted to Richard's power, his almost unconscious ability to dominate through his legendary control over himself as well as the passion and loyalty of his associates.
The thought of Nina's abundant passion being cultivated and trained by another person, one who she could easily fall in love with, drove him into a mad fit of jealousy. He threw the glass across the room before he knew what he had done. The shattering of pure crystal against the marble walls rent the sultry still air of the spa with a sexual tension that did not dissipate. The soft gasp of surprise behind him startled him out of his angry contemplation as he saw Nina standing there in a deep red silk robe, looking at him with pleading eyes for an explanation for his behaviour.
"Christopher, what is going on?" she asked, standing stock still, fighting the urge to run.
"Nina, you'll have to forgive me, I am quite angry at what has come to pass. It isn't necessarily your fault entirely, but there is something so wanton in you I can't help but think you did it on purpose." He spoke those words softly, looking at her with a practiced detachment that barely hid his mixed emotions.
She blushed, thinking about how absolutely ready, achingly ready she had been to do the things she had been allowed to do on that stage. To feel those eyes and minds and bodies responding to her uninhibited lust and genuine pleasure was something she had only fantasized about in her tightly controlled life.
"So it seems your performance tonight has attracted more attention than I had thought possible. I had thought, wrongly, that this little outing would just fulfill a requirement and that you and I could have the rest of the weekend to ourselves."
Feeling his control fraying at the edges, he remained still as he ordered the two attendants to take Nina to the table and begin their massage. They walked over to the table and waited for Nina to disrobe. She slowly followed them and turned to face Chris. The loving attention of her two attendants had aroused her again. The only thoughts in her mind were of seducing and being taken by this man. Untying her robe, she let it slide from her shoulders until it was barely covering her breasts. Looking directly into his eyes, she let the rest of the material fall to her feet and bent her head, allowing her long hair to trail between her breasts and down her stomach. Her nipples shivered into hard, demanding knobs and she felt the cool breeze across her bare mound intensified by the flowing wetness emanating deep within her.
It was clear she was aroused again, wanting this time to feel his body against hers, not that of the cold marble statue. "Get up on the table, Nina" Chris barely managed to whisper as he turned away, shuddering with the boiling lust that had turned his own constrained cock as hard as stone.
She is a dangerous one, Chris thought to himself as he reasserted control over his sexual arousal. Nina was a contradiction -- lovely yet brainy, retrained yet wanton, searching for love yet aroused by every person she met. How could he keep himself from consummating the desire he had harbored for her since the first moment they connected online? As part of organizational protocol, sexual relations between managers and associates were violations of the highest order. Now that Nina was officially an associate, there was no way for physical contact to happen without serious consequences for him.