Sunday, March 29, 2009

Chantal- Part Three

Part One
Part Two

Chantal heard from neither Lila nor William for two weeks. For those two week she found herself tense with anticipation. She was afraid to go to work, fearful that one of them would be there. Fearful that she wanted to see either of them again. She was starting to relax back into her normal life. Flirting with the new bartender, masturbating without William's face coming into her mind.

But then two weeks after that erotically bizarre night, William showed up in the middle of her show. He sat down at the center table in front of the stage, which somehow had remained empty despite the nearly full house. When she noticed him sit down, Chantal momentarily forgot where she was and what she was doing. She caught the next line but ended the set early.

Stepping off the stage, she made a beeline for the bar and ordered a whiskey before William caught up to her. Chantal closed her eyes with a deep sigh, silently praying for help.

"Lila was right. You are incredibly sexy up there. Well, you are anywhere. Sorry, I should have stayed in the back until you were done. I wanted a close up. Again." He spoke directly into her ear with his hand resting on her back.

She shivered involuntarily. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me her heart beat out. She turned to scowl at him when he grabbed her whiskey as the bartender set it down in front of her. "Hey, if you're giving your friends drinks you have to pay," Fred, the new bartender said.

"Whatever," Chantal said, waving him off. "Where's Lila?"

"At a spa weekend. She said I should come and watch you."

"I thought she was leaving you." He smiled over the rim of the glass as he sipped her drink. Chantal glared deeper.

"Don't act like I don't turn you on, Chantal, love." He caressed her arm. She was flooded with warmth and she couldn't pull away. "As for my Lila, we're going to try once more. She's really a good girl."

"Pretty sure she's a woman," Chantal snapped. "Give me my drink."

William rolled his eyes and leaned close again, as he pressed the drink into her hand. She could smell it on his breath which made it far more appealing than from the glass. "Do you deny when I pressed your head between my legs? Were you turned on?" He breathed on her. "I held you there a long time, but you complied." HE pressed his lips against hers and she melted, kissing him back fully.

He let her go just as quickly; smiling a knowing smile. Chantal felt her face heat. She glanced around for an escape route. "I have to - stage. Uh, sing soon." She took a breath to gather herself. "I have to go back on stage." She emptied the glass and then glanced up at him where he stood beside her. That was a mistake. The warning flashed too late.

He kissed her again. She responded again. Then, pushed away and practically ran backstage.

She took her next break outside without even going upfront for a drink. As she stood in the cool air, she was tempted to hail a cab and get the fuck out. To just run away from him.

"Hey, look, it's the hottie from the club. The singer." Two moderately drunk guys were walking by and noticed her. Chantal soared. She could flirt with them, promise to take them both home and she'd have protection from William's advances.

"Hi boys," she called, deepening her voice the seductive quality. "Come on over here and talk to me."

"Hi honey," one of them said as they lumbered over to stand in front of her. Easy pickings. She smiled at them while biting her lower lip.

"Hi, what are you doing out here?" she asked. "Leaving my show."

"No, hey, never. We were just getting some fresh air. Y'know," the taller one said. They were both blonde and hot as hell. Not handsome or sexy, like William, but plain hot. They stood close enough that she could smell their alcoholic breath.

"So, what's going on with you guys tonight?"

"We thought your show was over," the short one said.

"So we left. But, now, we can have our own private show. If you know what I mean."

Chantal smiled and stepped closer. "I have to get back in there in a few minutes. But, stick around." She ran her hands over one broad chest and then another. "We'll see where things take us."

The tall took advantage of her suggestion to run a hand over her breast. And then he was yanked away by an unknown force. The second guy started backing away.

"Back off guys. She's with me."

"Hey we didn't know," the short guy said, backing away with his hands up. He glanced nervously from Chantal to William to his friend. "She was being friendly with us."

"She's really friendly. With a short memory. You can go," William said. And the guys scrambled off to avoid tangling with William.

Chantal put on a good pout. "Come on, you chased away my evenings fun," she said.

"I am your evenings fun, Chantal," he growled stepping closer to her. He pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her between the cool brick wall and his warm, hard body. What a fun place to be, she thought, wiggling against him. He bent down his head and nipped at her ear. "You like playing the whore don't you."

The squirming stopped. Chantal hesitated while she considering deny the charge. Instead she raised her head. "Yes."

"Tonight you're going to be my whore." He pressed harder into her, squeezing the breath out of her chest. "Got it." He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. She gasped for air, struggling against his binding touch.

"Fuck, don't do that again," she panted out when he moved back enough to let her breath again.

He put his arm around her and moved her towards the door. "You better get back to work." Then he pressed his mouth against her ear. "Every sway of your hips, twist of your body, is for me."

My whore, the declaration rattled through her head the rest of her performance. She went through on auto-pilot.

As soon as she was off-stage, William was there with an arm around her. They went out to this car. Rushing through the night to his house.

The room he took her to was different. The furniture was darker wood. No frills here. It was a male room, William's room. The bed was merely queen sized. The head and foot boards slated.

"Wine?" he asked, as he poured two glasses of deep red liquid.

"Maybe the whiskey I was denied earlier."

"Better to be clear headed," he replied, picking up the glasses. Chantal walked past the bed. She fingered one of the restraints tied to the bed corner. "I had Lila tied there a few nights ago. Made her come over and over. Until she was in tears."

Chantal sat on the bed. The image of Lila's naked, writhing body flooded her pussy. "Here I thought it was for me."

William crossed the room to stand before her. His crotch near eye-level. He started undoing his belt. "Maybe later. You've kept me on edge all night. Actually for weeks I've been thinking about you. Where I want to come in you first." He dropped his pants and underwear. "I finally decided tonight as I watched your mouth move." He stepped forward brushing his cock against her lips. Chantal leaned forward. She took his cock into her mouth. She lathed her tongue over his hard length and swirled around the pulsing head. She bobbed her head, while she took him in and out of her mouth.

He grabbed two fists of hair. William held her steady while he thrust into her mouth. She kept her focus on breathing and relaxing as he thrust deep into her mouth. He groaned and grunted and then held deep in her mouth as she came.

Chantal sputtered. "Swallow sweet slut. Quickly. Drink my cum." Chantal gulped while she wiped her chin with one hand. "You look beautiful like that. Dripping, shocked."

"Wine please," Chantal managed."

William obliged, shoving the glass he still held in his hands to her. He watched as she emptied in two swift gulps. He refastened his pants and picked up the second glass, still full. "So many things I want to do with you. What do I start with tonight?"

Chantal waited, staring at the remains of the wine in the glass she held.

"You have five minutes to use the bathroom, undress and have yourself offered to me on this bed."

"And if I don't?" Chantal countered, lifting her eyes.

"Then I'll call you and cab and you can leave. And you won't see Lila or myself again. I suggest you go, the timer is going."

"Where is the closest bathroom?"

William pointed her to one off the bedroom. Chantal closed the door and stripped down, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor. She used the facilities and then splashed cool water on her face. Maybe she should just get dressed, go home and forget about luscious Lila and her Master.

Not seeing Lila again wasn't palatable. Neither was not fucking William.

The dominance and submission was intriguing as well. She was used to being in charge. Most guys were willing to let her direct things. She could let of control.


She could try to. She just wasn't going to tell William that yet.

His back was to her when she exited the bathroom. She arranged herself on the bed.

William turned around. "Ten seconds. Testing me some more?"

"Don't rush a woman in the bathroom."

His frown turned to a smile. "I think you could be a good Slave." He moved to stand next to the bed. "On your back whore. And relax. I was saying, you could be a good slave with some training."

"Training how?" Chantal turned to her back and stared at the light blue ceiling. She tried not to tense as wonder at what was happening next filled her with anxiety.

William caressed her arm while pulling it upwards. He secured her limbs to the restraints while answering her question. "Learning my rules and expectations. Having your insolence beaten out of you." He smiled at her. "You'd have to learn not to argue with me. I suspect you'd enjoy pain. It wouldn't be too much of a punishment."

"I've enjoyed a few spankings." She was strangely cheerful despite being tied up to a bed and threatened with beatings.

Chantal felt William's eyes on her. She closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. Once she was securely tied his touch disappeared. She heard scraping to her right. She dared a glance. He was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a glass of wine and staring at her. Heat suffused her at his gaze and she closed her eyes again.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and found him still staring. His glass was half-full. "How long is this the plan?"

"Till I get bored."

"I might fall asleep."

"That's fine. I can wake you." Chantal had never felt more exposed. Usually she liked being the center of attention, this was just making her self-conscious. She closed her eyes and tired to fall asleep.

William put his hand over the breast closet to him. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh. Then he plucked her nipple. He flicked it. He pinched, twisted and pulled. With each touch her pussy clenched and flooded. She couldn't touch the fire between her legs or even rub them together. She stiffened her resolve not to beg.

He bent his head and pulled the nipple into his mouth. He teased in every way he could think of. Suck, lick , bite, blow. Until she was moaning and squirming unable to stay still.

His fingertips scraped down her abdomen. She wiggled her hips, feeling his fingers parting her sticky vulva. "So wet already." His quiet murmur caused her eyes to fly open. She met his cool gaze. "You really are quite the little whore. How often do you pick someone up? In a month?"

"Are you always so unaffected?"

He scowled at her, while giving her a sharp slap between the legs. A whimper escaped and he slapped her a second time. "My question first whore. How often?"

"Oh, at least twice a month. Average. Depends when I work and if I'm on the rag." Her answer was rewarded with a gentle rubbing of her clit with his thumb. "And my question?"

"Is not important. I told you tonight you are my whore, my slut." He pushed two fingers inside her body. Distracted by the pleasurable invasion of her pussy, Chantal didn't reply.

Her moans started deep in her body when William started thrusting his fingers. As her climax built, her tone got higher until she felt ready to break. So close. "Yes, yes. A little more," she called out. Her body arched and strained against the restraints.

His hand stilled. Chantal gasped in protest, her chest heaved for air. "Fuck."

"Not tonight, whore."

"But-" He silenced her by pressing his dripping fingers into her mouth. She sucked eagerly at her own juices. "As close as you can get to eating yourself out." He removed his fingers.

Chantal closed and opened her fingers. "I suppose."

"You aren't used to being out of control are you?"

"Not really." She paused and chewed on her lip.

"You pick partners you can dominate."

"I suppose."

"And Lila is used to being dominated. But would like to dominate as well," he mused. "And I think you'd like to be submissive."

"If anything I've learnt I'd rather not."

"You're afraid to give in. To let go."

"Why are you insistent on controlling women?" Chantal challenged.

William raised his eyebrows. Then he dragged a finger across her still sensitive clit.

She shuddered. "Avoiding the question?"

"I'm seeing just how much you can take. Before you give into it. Before you give up control."

I"m hardly in control." She pulled an arm to demonstrate that she was still tied.

"You fight your body's reactions as much as you fight me playing with you. Or calling you a slut."

She did hate that label. She resented the implications. She resented that he could take her as far as he wanted. She wanted to come, she ached for release.

He thrust into her again. And again, he took her to the edge of climax and left her without relief.

"You want to come so badly that you don't enjoy each shudder and movement. And I don't want to control you, slut. I want to show you what you are capable of." He put his hand on her stomach and rubbed a slow gentle circle. "Close your eyes and just feel now."

When her breathing relaxed, he thrust his fingers into her again.

Chantal kept her eyes closed. She could feel every millimetre of his finger stroking her inner walls. She felt her inner body clenching around him. The pace of her breath increased with his thrusts.

The build to climax was slower. Even as he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing vigorously. And when she came she saw stars.

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