Mirror Space - Marianne de Pierres [52]
‘Yes ... Mistress.’ He felt neither foolish nor self-aware. Aleta was as she said, and the relief of acceptance was exquisite.
‘Have you been bound before, sweet boy?’
His heart thumped painfully and his throat closed. ‘Not for pleasure, M-Mistress,’ he managed.
‘Then your training has been neglected.’ She pulled his face from her lap and looked deeply into his eyes. They were so like his wife’s, dark and flecked with character, and yet where he would have seen intelligence and sadness in Rene, Aleta’s eyes reflected strength and confidence. She would have what she wanted from him, and he would give it willingly.
‘Lie on the bed,’ she said.
He did as she asked, marvelling at the softness of the covers and how long it had been since he’d felt luxury. On board The Last Aesthetic he’d been too ill to enjoy the fine furnishings.
She slid off the bed and walked around behind his head. Without warning she grasped both of his hands and stretched his arms out. Thales felt something snake around his wrists. He strained to see it.
‘The restraints are safe and well-maintained,’ she said, in matter-of-fact terms that soothed his alarm. ‘You need only request it and they will be removed.’
He nodded, not daring to speak.
She glided around to the foot of the bed, where she repeated the process, spreading his legs wide and securing his ankles.
Satisfied, she lifted her negligee over her head and tossed it aside. A small triangle of material still covered her hairless pubis, and her hair flowed almost long enough to cover her breasts.
She climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him. Taking her time she looked closely at his body. Her fingers began to play lightly over his skin as she examined the contours and hollows. He had never been scrutinised in such a way, and her boldness set his body aflame.
Suddenly, she swung one leg astride his abdomen. Then, with deliberate care, she lifted one heavy breast and placed the swollen nipple close to his mouth. ‘We will begin with simple obedience tasks. You will do exactly as I say, the instant I say it. With each failure, Thales, you will receive discipline. Now, open your mouth.’
He did so.
She placed her nipple inside and he instinctively closed his lips around it, sucking in its flavour and texture.
A moment later pain lit across his legs and groin, making him jerk like a puppet. Aleta sat up, letting her breast swing free, and lifted her free hand before his face, administering tiny electric shocks from the cylindrical device with the other.
‘I did not tell you to do more than open your mouth. Are you not able to take simple instructions? If not, then you shall receive punishment from this.’
Despite the receding pain and his general discomfort, her tone excited him beyond belief.
‘I-I didn’t understand what you w-wanted,’ he stuttered.
She took his nipple between her nails and pinched it hard. ‘What is the correct response?’
His mind froze for a minute, confused by the conflicting sensations. ‘I mean, I’m s-sorry M-Mistress.’
‘Better.’ She released his tender flesh and stroked his cheek. ‘Now, we will begin again. Open your mouth.’
She lifted her breast again and positioned the nipple between his lips.
He kept his mouth open, lips drawn back for so long that his jaw began to ache and then quiver.
‘You may suck it now,’ she said finally.
Gratefully, he let his lips close. The comfort from the taste of her overwhelmed him. He wanted to thank her but dared not stop without her permission.
‘Harder,’ she said.
And then the muscle ache of holding his jaw open was replaced with the muscle ache of sucking.
‘Stop. Release me.’
He did as he was told.
She moved her body so that her eyes came close to his. Her pupils were dilated with arousal and he felt glad that he’d pleased her.
‘Better, Thales. Now, let us progress.’
After that, he lost track of time. The erotically painful sensations she inflicted upon him began to take over his mind. He sank deeper and deeper into a world of his own until nothing existed other