Behind The Green Door

W/C 2652

Paradise Cove June

Behind The Green Door

“Oh there you are! I’ve been trying to ring you. Your mobile’s dead. I got completely lost.”

It was typical of Andrew. It didn’t matter how detailed the directions were, somehow he managed to get lost. Lisa’s mobile wasn’t dead. It was turned off. She did not want anyone to find her…well, no one except Andrew. She wanted to spend some quality time with him and he’d already wasted two damn hours getting lost. He would pay for keeping her waiting, but for now, she needed him to feel safe, secure. 

“Come here you silly man. You are mine for two whole days.”

As he crossed the narrow cobbled street he realised how sexy Lisa looked. The tight black top, with its deep V at the neck offered a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. Her grey skirt was long enough to not appear tarty yet short enough to show the bottom of her thighs. But it was the boots Lisa wore that gave him the biggest thrill. He had always had a thing for long boots. He didn’t have any preference as to the height of the heel, the colour of leather or how far above the knee the boots crept. He wondered whether the leather would be soft or firm to touch. His cock sprang to life.

“God! You look stunning!”

Her mouth warm, soft and tasting of peppermint met his. She pressed her hips to his groin and rubbed herself against the bulk of his erection. The firm tip of her tongue stroked the inside of his bottom lip. He moaned, disappointed, as she broke the kiss. She ran a fingernail along his jaw line sending goose-bumps chasing down his chest, halting at his already tight balls. 

“Once we get through this door, you are mine” she purred. “Do you understand? No phone calls. No computers. No pagers. So if you have any of those about your person, I advise you to turn them off. If we are disturbed by any of your toys, I promise you, I will smash them beyond repair.”
He did not doubt her for a moment and assured her he had only his mobile which he turned off and handed to her.

“Are you ready to surrender yourself to me for two whole days?”

“I am. Are we going to go through that door, or are you planning to stand holding the latch all day?”

“As long as you are sure. Once we’re in there, you won’t be able to get out until Thursday.”

“For Heaven’s sake Lise, open the bloody door. I’m dying of thirst here!”

“Then welcome to my lair.”

Lisa led the way up a narrow, winding staircase.

“This is a bit creepy Lisa. Are you sure we’re in the right place?”

She looked down on Andrew, two steps behind her, fire burning in her eyes.

“From now until I release you, you will not speak unless I give you permission. You are mine for two days. Do you understand?”

Andrew was certain he didn’t understand! The Lisa he was used to was meek and gentle. She never complained or made demands. He paused for a moment before taking the next step up. His cock twitched in his pants, urging him forward.

“Yes. I understand.”

The staircase ended at a small planked door. He heard her turn a key. She stepped into the room, holding the door open for him. The room was almost dark and it took a while for his eyes to adjust but when they did, Andrew’s jaw dropped. The only light came from a very dim, bare light bulb dangling from the ceiling. The only furniture was a huge leather sofa. Bizarrely, he found himself wondering how they had managed to get such a huge piece of furniture up the narrow stairs.

“Sit.” Lisa’s sharp command startled him. “Not on there. On the floor. The sofa is for good boys only and you are not in that category.”

“Where’s the fridge baby? I’m dying of thirst.”

Before he had time to look around he felt a painful sting across his buttocks.

“I said sit! I did not give you permission to speak. You WILL learn to obey me.”

Andrew stared, open mouthed at the woman before him.

“Don’t you dare look at me! You are not fit to look at me! On your knees. Get your head down and arse up.”

“Lisa, what’s going on? This place is a dump! I thought we’d come away for a few days of rest and relaxation. It’s hardly a romantic room. We should ring the travel agents tell them...” He didn’t finish his sentence. Lisa brought the whip round, lashing him hard across the back of his thighs. Instinctively he reached round to rub the area the whip had connected with. “Fuck me Lisa! I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into you, but that bloody hurt!”

Another lash of the whip landed behind his knees. He dropped to the floor.

“Get down and stay down! Put your forehead on the floor. You are mine to do with as I please. There is no escape. You had your chance. Do as you are told and you might even enjoy yourself. Disobey or anger me and you will be punished and you will refer to me as ma’am. Do you understand?”

Andrew’s head was spinning. What the fuck was going on? In the six months they’d been dating, he’d never heard Lisa raise her voice. He was about to say as much when Lisa spoke again.

“You are my slave. Mine to use and abuse as I please. I will punish or reward as I see fit. You can suffer or enjoy it. The choice is yours.”

He could smell her perfume. It was the one he’d bought for her while on a business trip to the Middle East. Her hair caressed his cheek. His balls ached. The words, whispered into his ear were soft, almost gentle, held the slightest hint of malice. His cock pressed painfully against his flies.

“Now, for the last time, do you understand?”

She was stood over him again and felt her eyes burning into the nape of his neck.

He hesitated for a split second. He managed a gruff “Yes”

“Yes Ma’am.” She snapped “I will forgive this slip just once. In future you will be punished for every misdemeanour. You will not be told what is and is not acceptable until you have either pleased or angered me.”

He did not understand what had come over Lisa or why she had changed, but he liked it, and so did his cock. He shifted position ever so slightly to relieve the pressure on his flies. Without warning Lisa brought a wooden paddle down with expert precision on his buttocks. Instinctively, Andrew straightened his back, only for Lisa to force him back onto all fours with her booted foot.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No… No ma’am.”

The smack on his arse had done nothing to relieve the pressure on his zip, if anything, his cock was getting harder.

“You corrected yourself. Good boy.”

The pressure of the boot on his back lifted and he heard her walk back round to reclaim her position by his head. She was stood with her feet apart. If he lifted his head, he’d be able to see straight up her skirt. He’d be able to see the mound of dark curls where he loved to bury his nose.

“Lick them.”

“Sorry? I mean sorry ma’am.”

“I said lick them. I want my boots clean. You will clean them with your tongue.”

An involuntary moan escaped his throat as he lifted his chin. His disbelief at the situation he found himself in was rapidly being replaced by excitement. He moved forward and dropped his nose onto the hard toecap of Lisa’s boot. He inhaled deeply, savouring the smell of leather. His first lick was short and fast but each successive stroke of his tongue was longer and slower than the last. Gradually he worked his way up the front until he reached the eyelets. The metal rims felt cold to his tongue while the taste of coins contrasted with the heavy taste of the leather.
He’d reached the fifth eyelet when a new smell assailed his nostrils. This smell he knew intimately. It was the scent of Lisa’s sex, hot, sickly sweet and heavy, it was Andrew’s most favoured aroma. His balls tightened and bell end tingled as hot spunk soaked into his underwear. He bit down hard on the tongue of her boots to muffle his grunts.

His scalp burned as Lisa pulling his hair, yanked his head from her boots.

“You weak little piece of shit. You have soiled yourself. I did not give you permission to come. For that you WILL pay.

“Strip. I want to see that limp excuse of a dick. Over there. Under the light. I want a proper view.”

She pulled him to his feet and pushed him into the centre of the room. He was shaking his arm free of his denim jacket when Lisa spoke again.

“I said strip! I did not say undress. You are here for my pleasure. I am going to enjoy you. Now strip.”

“I don’t…”

“Are you completely stupid? Don’t you understand what stripping is? Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out about your little trip to that bar with your friends? Now strip!”

He felt stupid, self-conscious. Lisa had seen him naked countless times. He’d undressed in front of her without compunction, but there, under the naked bulb, with Lisa sat, crossed legged on the sofa, watching his every move, Andrew wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

“I’m waiting. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Any chance of some music?” He grinned.

“Am I laughing?”

Andrew had to admit that no, she was not laughing. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.  His cock was already letting him know it was ready for round two. Andrew was not renowned for his dancing. In fact, he only took to the dance floor after he’d become intimately acquainted with Jack Daniels. Resigned to his fate, he gave in. Refrains of Robbie Williams’ Rock DJ, filled his mind and he began to move to the music only he could hear.

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For a moment, as Andrew stood under the light, Lisa feared she had pushed too far. She saw him waiver, deciding whether to play along. She held her breath, waiting for him to tell her to stop being ridiculous, grab his bag and leave. There was nothing physically stopping him leaving. It must be a shock for him. She never made demands, rarely initiated sex, happy for him to explore her depths with his fingers, tongue and cock. He was a very considerate lover, always ensuring she had at least one toe curling, gut crunching orgasm before he himself reached his peak.
The idea for these few days away came to her when a mutual friend had told her of Andrew’s visit to a strip club in town. He’d never mentioned it to her. She didn’t actually mind his going, what had pissed her off was the thought that he assumed her to be too straight laced to be interested.

She couldn’t believe her luck when she found the rooms in a converted church. From the pictures, it looked ideal. Talking to the owner when she booked, she was delighted when she was offered a small discount as the second bedroom had not yet been fully refurbished. The owner assured her the master bedroom, kitchen and bathroom were finished. Having convinced the owner that this was not a problem, arranged for him to supply food and alcohol ready for their arrival she rang Andrew to tell him of their surprise holiday.

When he’d finally appeared in the street, her knees trembled. She very nearly abandoned the whole plan, forget about the unfinished bedroom and just enjoy a few days of good food, alcohol and sex. She really wasn’t sure she was cut out to be a dominatrix, but as she sat on the soft leather sofa, watching Andrew removing his clothes, she was glad she’d not chickened out. When he’d come while licking her boots, it had taken all her willpower to keep her own orgasm a secret. As she felt the familiar heat building between her thighs, she bit down so hard on her bottom lip; the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth.

She squirmed on the leather, slick beneath her as she watched Andrew strip. She had to admit he was doing a damn fine job. His erection was plain to see even before he removed his jeans. She could see the end of his cock, glistening over the top of his pants. She wanted to kiss him clean, remove the pearls of come from the narrow slit. She wanted to take the smooth end between her lips and toy with the hard rim at the top of his shaft. Without being aware of her actions, she rubbed her mound through the fabric of her skirt. It scratched and tickled, enhancing her pleasure. Her toes curled inside her boots. A husky groan escaped her lips, but Andrew was too engrossed in his task to notice.

He’d removed his pants and stood naked, but continued to dance. He toyed with his thick shaft, running his hand up and down the length before rubbing the tip with his thumb. Lisa loved watching him wank, lost in his own world, answerable only to the fantasies playing in his mind. She was tempted to order him to stop. She was becoming less and less convinced that she could carry on with her game. She ached for his touch, to hold him close as his fingers stroked her swollen clit, to have his cock brushing against the bare skin of her leg, to have his hot, gentle mouth sucking and pulling on her nipples.
She saw him stretch and his butt cheeks clench. It was now or never. She either stopped him and made further demands or let him ride the wave of his orgasm and admit she could not keep up the charade.

“Enough.” Her voice sounded harsh, even to her own ears. She sauntered over to her naked lover. The luxury of the real bedroom could wait a little while longer. Alex needed to be taught a lesson. She ran her finger nail up his well-defined chest, pausing at the hollow of his throat. He gulped and she noticed the goose bumps chasing up his neck. With her nose, millimetres from his, Lisa’s gaze flitted from his eyes, to his dry, full lips. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she did so. She caught the muskiness of sweat protruding through his expensive deodorant and the unmistakable scent of come. With her voice no more than a soft whisper, and with the slightest hint of menace, in minute detail, she told him exactly what she had in store for him. She pulled away from him and looked him up and down as if assessing him for market.

“It was very naughty of you to go to that club without telling me. You enjoy being teased? Of course you do. Why else go there? By the time I have finished with you, your balls will be screaming for release. You will beg me to allow you to come. You will want to fuck me so much, you will be crying.”

She spun on her heel and walked away from him. Alex was too stunned, too turned on, to question or follow her. It was going to be a long few days, but he knew he was going to enjoy every single scintillating second of it.