The Professional by Fidelis Blue

Author:Fidelis Blue [Blue, Fidelus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Published: 2006-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

He rang the bell. The door opened almost immediately, to reveal a woman dressed in a black leather corset.

‘Come in,’ she said, without smiling.

Marcus stepped inside.

‘Follow me,’ she said.

She was tall, with a well-developed figure. As he walked behind her down the hall, he watched her tightly corseted bottom sway from side to side. Attached to the corset were black stockings with seams, above ankle boots with heels so high he wondered how she kept upright.

She led him into a large, comfortably furnished room. Crossing to the far side, she sat down in an upholstered chair.

‘Come here,’ she said, pointing to a spot in front of her.

Marcus stood where she indicated. He could feel his scrotum tightening; there was a distinct feeling of menace. The woman took a cigarette from a silver box, and inserted it into a long black holder.

‘Light,’ she said.

Marcus picked a large table lighter nearby and lit her cigarette. She inhaled deeply and blew the smoke towards him. Marcus saw that she was naked below the corset. Her legs were partly open and her sex was clean-shaven. She was making no attempt to hide herself from him, and he could see the prominent lips of her cunt. It was as if she didn’t care if he saw her or not.

She held out her hand. ‘The money,’ she said.

He took the envelope from his inside pocket and put it in her hand. Quickly she looked inside, then set it down on the table beside her.

‘Take out your cock and show it to me,’ she said.

Marcus felt himself blushing as he unzipped his trousers. He reached inside and pulled his cock into view. Far from becoming erect, it seemed to be retreating into itself.

‘It’s not much, is it?’ the woman said, staring at it. The contempt in her voice was palpable. Was it merely an act?

‘I’ve never had any complaints,’ said Marcus. He wasn’t going to be so easily browbeaten.

‘Come closer,’ she said. She inhaled more smoke and blew it up into his face. She set the cigarette holder down in an ashtray and put one hand under his cock, holding it on her palm. He saw that her nails were painted bright red, and she wore several silver rings. Without warning she brought the flat of her other hand smartly down onto his cock, smacking it hard. He gasped.

‘Don’t ever use that tone of voice with me,’ she said. She slapped his cock again and he tried to move away, but she gripped it tight with one hand. ‘From now on,’ she said, ‘you don’t speak unless you are spoken to. I doubt there will be much need for you to speak at all. You just follow orders.’

‘Yes,’ he said.

‘Yes, mistress,’ she replied, and smacked his cock again.

Despite his discomfort, he felt an urge to giggle. ‘Yes, mistress,’ he said.

She took his balls in one hand and twisted them sharply. He let out a yelp of pain.

‘Do you think there is something funny?’ she demanded.

‘No,’ he said quickly.

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