Chapter 08
A week with her bully
Alicia felt wonderful in the little black dress, especially as it had a designer label. The underwear that James bought her was typically for a male. The black silk was soft, comfortable, and left her feeling sexy for him. The expensive clothing could never be afforded, at least, not out of her family budget.
There was no way her husband would buy her clothes, and if he did, they would be cheap, and wouldn't fit. He'd tried once, and she had to take the blouse back. That had been a few years ago. He didn't even notice she hadn't worn it, and she neglected to say anything. He somehow got the message not to buy her clothing, probably from it being a bad experience shopping in a women's store.
Holding onto James' arm, she smiled up at him, as he guided her into the restaurant. It was a surprise to see all eyes were on her. The men lingered, until nudged by wives or girlfriends. A comment about staring was heard as a stage whisper, from one jealous woman.
Alicia turned her head and found every movement was monitored. The high heels and short hem, showed off her legs to perfection. Any shorter and the dress would reveal stocking tops. Not used to the rig, she revealed bare thighs when sitting down. The waiter was professional enough to whip a serviette across her lap, without a comment, or even a glance.
It was a private restaurant and promised good food, without pretentions. It wasn't a large place, so just the one waiter served drinks and took their order. It was a smart out of the way restaurant, known by a select few clientele. Enough to keep them busy, and maintain high standards of cuisine.
'There's no prices on the menu,' Alicia commented.
'If you have to ask, you probably can't afford it,' he said.
'I could cook something, and it won't cost so much,' she offered.
'It's the dining experience that makes it so good. The food is excellent,' he smiled across to her, and played footsy under the table.
His foot traced up a leg to her thigh, then pushed at her crotch.
Opening her legs to him was a stark reminder, he was her bully, and she had to do whatever he wanted. Reacting automatically to his touch showed how well trained she had become. He was blackmailing her, which kept her afraid of what he might do. More effective were his bullying techniques. He dominated her physically and mentally, and that connected directly to the submissive side of her personality.
Furtively looking around at the clientele, she wondered what they would think if they realised he was her lover. A thrill ran through her from a naughty thought. She had a toy boy! What would the people here think of her if they knew. Damn! It was the other way around. She was a boy's toy, and the boy was playing with her even here.
What would her status be if they found out she was a sex object? Just a sex toy, kept ready for sex by being played with all the time. Alicia gulped from thinking such bad thoughts. It wasn't a fantasy it was true! She'd been bullied into submitting to this boy, until now she was his plaything!
Her will to resist had been worn down, until she'd lost her freedom to act, no longer allowed to adhere to high moral standards. In defence she was forced to think it was wanted. That being controlled by a mere boy, freed her from outmoded moral decisions. Sometimes she even though she was in love with him. It was all a justification for her bad behaviour.
Her breathing became ragged and he thought it was from him playing with her. It was from her imagination working overtime. The hunger for diner, and a hunger for sex, had her sipping the wine too often.
'Another?' he said.
Before anything could be said, the waiter topped up her glass. It was a decent French red, with plenty of flavours to entice the pallet, and a complex, pleasing aftertaste. Unlike a single grape variety wine, it was bursting with flavours. After the first glass it just tasted like any dreary cheap wine. Her taste buds had been zapped by alcohol, and with little resistance her mind began to wander.
The food was tasty, and interesting. She sobered up a little. Enough to chance tottering on high heels to the bathroom. The stilettos clipped the floor, as she sashayed across the restaurant. She'd not to worry about her bottom being too large in the dress, as it wiggled among the tables. Any of the men could have told her she had a beautiful behind, as they keenly watched it wriggle away between the tables.
On the way back, she tripped on something, and the nearest man grabbed her, prevented her from falling by pulling her onto his lap.
'Oh! I'm so sorry,' she chirped.
'Any time, lady. You can join me if you like, I'm sure your son can look after himself. Have a drink with me,' he insisted.
Alicia tried to get up, but he kept her pinned in his lap. His slick style was too obvious, but she'd had enough to drink not to notice, and laughed at his repartee. Not used to drinking, or having much experience with men, she was way out of her depth.
He made her sip from his glass of port. It was sweet and deceptively nice. The port added to the wine to befuddle her good sense. He helped her up with both arms wrapped around her. He held her for a moment too long, then kissed her lips.
James watched with fierce amusement. The guy wasn't going to get away with this. He and his father were both known here, so he wasn't in a position to make trouble. He would bide his time, and strike at the right moment. It was frustrating not being able to tear the guys head off, right there and then.
Alicia was flustered, not knowing what to do. She just wasn't used to so much attention, in the restaurant, and now this handsome man had kissed her. The kiss had been nice. Already sexed up from her imagination, she was now fully stoked, unable to think straight.
The guy sat her down at his table, and winked at James. Walking to the restroom, James followed. Alicia was sitting there looking distant and aroused. In the rest room, the guy was buying a pack or condoms from a dispensing machine. It was a long time since he'd seen one of those.
The guy turned to James, and said, 'I'm taking her home, so I'll call you a cab. Want a chewing gum?' he said, with a leering grin on his face.
James turned his stretched out hand into a fist, and caught the guy in the solar plexus. Watching him crease up was amusing enough to assuage his anger.
'Here, take a deep breath,' James tried to help the guy straighten up.
James had to deflect a punch, which he effectively did. He gripped the man's fist, and held it tight.
'Don't, otherwise I'll hurt you,' the guy got the message, when he painfully twisted the wrist.
James pulled Alicia from the seat, and guided her back to their table.
'Yes! I washed my hands,' he joked.
The guy walked out, flicked notes onto the table, and left. Alicia looked suitably embarrassed.
'I'm so sorry, James, I really am,' Alicia said.
'You let yourself down, not me,' he commented. 'Again you were a stupid slut. He was planning on taking you home. He was buying condoms in the restroom. I'll have to teach you to be responsible. Don't worry, I'll not hurt you,' he promised.
'Thank you James. I'll, err, do as I'm told, honest,' she sincerely said, with a tone of fear in her voice.
***
Once home, in the doorway she began to sway, so he picked her up and took her to the bathroom. She had both her arms looped around his neck, holding on tight. He hoped she didn't 'up-chuck' before they got there.
On the way she slurred in his ear, 'I love you, my big strong bully. You've opened my eyes to life . . . and my cunt,' she giggled. 'You've open up my cunt, and made it yours!'
'Shut up you dirty slut,' he said, still angry at her.
Alicia heaved over the toilet. He patted her face with wet tissue, and made her blow her nose. He held a glass of water to her lips, and made her drink.
'Drink as much water as you can. You'll feel better in the morning. More! Come on Alicia, drink up,' he ordered.
So used to obeying his orders, she did her best.
'Sip it, don't gulp,' he said, when she started to heave again.
It took an hour before he felt safe enough to put her to bed. He lay behind her, massaging her back, or front, as she turned over this way and that, trying to get comfortable. Every time she moved he became alert, in case she choked. He nursed her most of the night, until they both fell into a deep sleep.
Now he knew how susceptible to alcohol she was, that first time they met made more sense. A glass of wine before she left home, then another at his home, left her vulnerable to making drastically wrong decisions. It was no excuse, and he had no sympathy for her.
***
'Sorry, I'm not up to much this morning,' she confessed, while trying to sit up in bed.
'Eat this cereal, and get some orange juice down you,' he ordered.
Although wearing the underwear from last night, she no longer felt sexy. There were flecks of vomit on the stockings.
'Did I ruin the dress?' she plaintively asked.
'No. I stripped you off in the bathroom,' he told her.
'I remember, vaguely. You carried me, and looked after me,' she said.
'I made sure you didn't choke on your own vomit. I didn't want a dead woman in my bed,' he angrily spoke.
Obviously there was more to it than that. He cared, and was still looking after her, almost spoon feeding her. Then she remembered that awful man. Did he take advantage of her, or did she throw herself at him?
'I was a stupid bitch last night,' Alicia admitted.
Never before had she been so badly behaved. This boy was having a bad effect on her. To some degree she was able at last to have some fun. Her head span for a moment, and she cursed having fun.
'You behaved like a stupid slut, yet again,' he told her. 'Come on, a shower,' he commanded.
Reluctantly she let him pull her from the bed, and guide her to the bathroom. He unhooked the stockings and pulled them down her legs. Panties were next, followed by the suspender belt and bra.
He set up the scolding hot water, and moved her under the spray. Just standing there under the harsh jet of water was refreshing. James soaped her body, not missing a curve or a crevice, with his strong hands. He unhooked the nozzle to rinse her naked body.
He pulled her from the shower, and dried her off. The big fluffy warm towel was welcome, as much as his big hands patting and stroking her body. He took hold of a hand taking her back to the bedroom. It was then she realised the bed was made, and the room was tidied up. The bathroom had been cleaned, and no longer smelled of sick. When did he do all of that, and have a chance to sleep?
'Get dressed,' he said, and pointed to the clothes on the bed.
