Part Two – The Tests
Desperate for sex from her teasing boyfriend, Amy lets him name his price, but she’s horrified when Drew locks her into a chastity belt for a week.
I awoke with a thrill of hope. Perhaps I’d dreamed the day before. Maybe Drew would fuck me before he went to work. Maybe we weren’t on a seven-day hiatus. Maybe… I looked to my left, and saw that he wasn’t in the bed. Quickly, I pushed off the sheets, only to discover that my stealthy man had managed to bind me back into the chastity belt while I slept. My heart sank. Six days left.
Strange that the belt wasn’t uncomfortable. I’d already grown accustomed to the sensation of being bound in leather. But I was at a loss. If he was gone, if he’d left me locked up, how could I take a shower, how could I…
The front door opened, and I hurried down the hallway, calling out, ‘Drew…‘ But it wasn’t Drew.
‘Morning, Ryan,’ I said, heart thudding. Ryan was Drew’s assistant. Young, attractive, blond. He held up one hand, letting a silver key ring dangle from his fingers.
‘Drew said you might be looking for these.’ He sat down on the edge of the coffee table and waited. ‘Lift your nightgown, and I’ll let you free.’
‘Where is he?’
‘Early morning conference call.’
I perched on the edge of a chair. ‘I’ll wait.’
‘You’ll wait a long time.’
‘I need to talk to him first.’
Ryan smiled then, eyes glinting. ‘You’re pretty quick, aren’t you? Most girls would have whipped their pants off at the sight of the key ring.’
Most girls echoed in my head. Was this a game Drew had played with his lovers in the past? How well did Ryan know what we did together?
‘You might try him now,’ Ryan said, and I understood that the ‘conference call’ had been part of the test. I hurried to the phone and dialed Drew.
‘Ryan’s here,’ I whispered. ‘Can I take the keys?’
‘Did he offer them?’
‘No, he wants to take the locks off himself.’
‘Let him undo you. Get cleaned up. Then slip the belt back on. I’ll be home before lunch to paddle your sweet arse until it’s cherry red. Do you still feel the marks from last night, baby?’
‘Yes, Drew.’
‘I want to keep that feeling fresh in your mind. Just because I’m not going to fuck you for seven more days –‘
‘Six –‘
‘Six more days,’ he repeated, humour in his voice, ‘doesn’t mean I’m not going to spend every spare moment at home tormenting you. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Drew.’
‘Then say it.’
‘I understand.’
‘No, baby. Tell me what I’m going to do during my lunch hour. Otherwise, I might decide to grab a bite at Spago instead.’
‘You’re going to spank me,’ I whispered, knowing Ryan was listening to every word.
‘That’s not what I said,’ he sing-songed, clearly enjoying himself.
‘You’re going to paddle my arse…’
‘Until…’ he prompted.
‘It’s cherry red,’ I murmured.
‘Like your cheeks,’ Drew said guessing correctly. ‘Now, let Ryan undo you, and take care of your morning routine.’ And with a click, he was gone.
Ryan undid the locks, but let me climb out of the contraption myself once in the bathroom. After showering, I chose a loose fitting dress, then locked the chastity belt back into place. When I returned to the living room, Ryan was waiting. ‘Drew said to check,’ he told me, and I lifted my dress, expecting as much.
Ryan nodded his approval as I lowered the hem, and then he stood. I walked him to the door, and when we got there, he said, ‘You did good.’ He opened the door and leaned out into the hall. ‘If you’d let me undo you without a call to Drew, I was supposed to use this…’
He didn’t wait to see my expression as I opened the long, slim box. It could have held a dozen flowers, but as I rifled through the tissue paper, I found a mean-looking flogger rather than long-stemmed roses. I set the thing down on the coffee table in a hurry, guessing that Drew would find a use for the device when he got home.
The Tester Tested
But that night, Drew announced he had to leave for an unexpected meeting in San Diego. He would be gone for several days. ‘Ryan will stay with you,’ he said, not making me feel any better. ‘Remember the rules.’
As if I could forget.
He didn’t want me to touch myself. Didn’t want me to come without him. The only positive thing was that I had three full days of classes. At least school work would keep my mind off sex. That’s what I kept telling myself anyway.
Absence definitely made my heart grow fonder. Or if not my heart, then my pussy. All I thought about all the time was Drew. Drew fucking me. Drew spanking me. Drew teasing me in the most decadent manner. I was useless in class, unable to focus. Useless at home, waiting for Drew to call. Sleep was the only thing that soothed me, because each night brought me one day closer to the end of this seven-day hell.
After midnight on the fifth day, the overhead light clicked on.
‘God, you’re beautiful,’ Drew said, standing there, looking like a model in an ad for expensive dress shirts. He was still wearing his work clothes, with the suit jacket off, tie undone, and he looked rumpled, but so handsome. ‘I drove back early,’ he said, explaining the obvious as he came towards the bed.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, even though I didn’t know what I was apologizing for.
‘You should be. You do things to me, Amy. You make me break my own rules.’ He leaned against the wall of the bedroom, staring at me. I watched as he ran his hand over his short dark hair, as if he were contemplating his next move. ‘I didn’t know it would be this difficult,’ Drew said finally. ‘To keep my hands off you.’
I didn’t say a word.
‘There’s nothing I would rather do right now then spank that sweet little tail of yours, and then make you beg me to take your arse…’
I squirmed on the bed, so wet.
‘I can feel it,’ he said, his voice beyond sexy. ‘I know you, know how tight you are, know the way you squeeze me.’ He rubbed his hand over his chin now, over the five o’clock shadow. Thoughtful. Contemplative. ‘It’s a punishment for both of us,’ he continued, ‘not being able to do what I want to you. So you can bet, my green-eyed Amy, that at the end of the week, I am going to fuck you so hard…’
I groaned. I couldn’t help it. I was practically coming from his words alone.
‘…so damn hard…’
‘Please, Drew.’
And suddenly his expression changed. He looked like himself once more. Not lost in thought. Not hesitant. He was all Dom.
‘Please what?’
I had nothing to say. He had come home early, and somehow let me see him in a flash of weakness, a second or two with his guard down. And I would pay for that.
‘On your stomach,’ he said, ice cold once more. All contained. ‘On your stomach, Amy, arse up.’
I swallowed hard, but obeyed instantly.
He didn’t put me over his lap, because I might have pressed my body down on his knee, searching for contact. He didn’t spank me with his open hand, because skin on skin would have been too intimate. He used a leather slapper, and he made me ask for each blow in some horrible mutated echo of Oliver Twist – ‘Please, Sir, may I have another…?’ Over and over, until tears streaked my face.
He cuffed me when he was finished, but he didn’t climb into the bed. He turned off the overhead light, and headed down the hall. The tears had dried by the time he returned with a drink and sat in the chair opposite the bed, watching me. For several minutes, he just watched me in the sliver of light from the hall. But I could tell somehow that he was back in his original mood – in the one that had made him leave an expensive hotel bed in San Diego and drive in the middle of the night to be by my side.
‘You do things to me, Amy,’ he repeated, his voice as dark as the room.
I started to apologise once more. To ask for his forgiveness, and I was surprised when he stopped me, actually laughing softly, almost sounding surprised.
‘Don’t be sorry, baby,’ he said, ‘it’s a good thing.’
Third Test
In the morning, Drew was business as usual, dressed for work by the time I woke up, undoing the cuffs and handing me a cup of coffee. He let me drink half before he took the cup from my hands. Then he gave me his first command: ‘Centre of the mattress.’
I sat how he wanted me, and I felt the fear spread, cold and wet, through my body as he pulled out a brand-new set of restraints. They were stunning, leather and chrome, somehow attached, wrist to ankle. We hadn’t done this before. Drew got me bound, before standing back to admire his handiwork. Then he left the room while I kept quiet, hoping, praying, that he would return. Thankful when he came back quickly, my bag in hand, and pulled out my notebook and a pen.
‘Let’s see,’ he said, opening the book at a fresh page and then waiting. I manoeuvred myself into a new position, wrists on the insides of my ankles, and I gripped the pen. Drew chuckled as I tried to write like this. It was odd, and somewhat insane, but I could move the pen on the paper. The problem was, that I was so turned on I couldn’t think. Yet Drew seemed to expect me to work.
‘I’ll see you,’ he said. ‘Be good.’
What choice did I have?
When the front door clicked closed the fear came back. Intensely. Overwhelmingly. He had cuffed my wrists to my ankles. He had left me on the centre of the bed. And unless I wanted to fall off the high mattress and crab walk down the hall, I was stuck. My heart pounded, but there was nothing I could do. Nothing, really, except try to work. I moved into a new position, still awkward, and graceless, but possible.
He’d left me my copy of King Lear. My class notes. My draft of an essay.
I did my best to focus, but I was forced to re-read every sentence several times. Nothing managed to sink in. When I heard footsteps coming down the hall, I hoped like hell it would be Drew and not Ryan – and was relieved to see my man standing in the doorway. He had a devilish smile on his face, and a pair of stainless steel scissors in one hand. While I stared at him, he came forward and cut my T-shirt off my body, then cut my yoga trousers away, leaving me naked without having to undo the restraints. He let the metal of the scissors slide against my skin, chilling me, then separated the ankle and wrist restraints, so that I was simply wearing four sets of cuffs. When he was done, he bound me face down to restraints on the bed. Legs spread. Arms over my head. He slid a blindfold into place. Wistfully, I wondered if he had given up on the idea of not fucking me for the full week, wondered if he would climb on the mattress behind me and pound into my body.
Not Drew.
He ran one hand along my spine, sending goose bumps all over me, and then he left the room. It was a day of surprises. A day of the unknown. A day of….
Ryan’s voice was the last thing I expected to hear.
‘You look pretty like that.’
Oh, fuck….
‘Where’s Drew?’
‘He had to go back to the office.’
Oh, fuck again.
Ryan’s hands stroked over my skin, and I felt leather. He was wearing gloves. Up and down his fingers trailed, to the nape of my neck, and then down to my feet. My legs were spread wide apart, and suddenly I felt a weight on the mattress. Ryan had settled himself between my spread thighs. What was going on?
‘Drew said you studied this morning. Is that right?’
I nodded.
‘So I’m to reward you this afternoon. I’m not going to make you come,’ he said. ‘But I am going to get you good and close.’
And then his fingertips were exactly where I wanted them, one gloved hand under my body, stroking my clit, the other skating between the cheeks of my arse. I felt guilty at how much pleasure that gave me. And I moaned, unable to help myself. Yet at the back of my mind were two questions: Was this some sort of treat Drew was giving me? Or was this another test?
Ryan stopped for a moment, and then I felt the glossy wetness of lube on his fingertips as he started to probe my arsehole again, fingers still circling around my clit. I was in heat – so turned on, so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I found myself right on the brink when Drew’s voice hissed. ‘Don’t do it –‘
Oh, Jesus. He’d been there the whole time – silent, standing, watching, approving.
‘Don’t you dare, Amy. Don’t come.’
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ryan didn’t stop. He was busy, rotating his fingertips with one hand, thrusting with another. I willed myself to behave.
Suddenly, the pleasure stopped. Drew must have given Ryan a silent command. The weight lifted off the mattress, and I heard the sound of Ryan’s footsteps retreating down the hall, heard the front door open and shut.
‘Good girl,’ Drew said, and he pulled the blindfold from my eyes. ‘Good girl…’
I swallowed hard, watching as he undid the restraints and set me free.
‘Get dressed in your street clothes,’ he told me. ‘We’re done until tonight.’
My legs were trembling. My cheeks were flushed. I could hardly move, but I did what he said. My mind focused on only one thing.
This was Day Six. I only had one more day…
…but what other tests would Drew have waiting for me?
Read Part Three of The Price Of Pleasure here.
