Chapter 1

 

Nina cupped the man's testicles, balancing them in her hand, testing their weight. She debated whether she should she relieve them of the man-milk they contained. No, she decided, not yet, there was time enough for that. From the way the thick cock jerked erratically under her fingers, she knew it would take so little to bring the rich sweet-sour cream spurting from the prick's tiny mouth.

She reached for the spring clips. The cruel serrated teeth bit into the yielding flesh. She'd chosen the most tender spot, directly beneath his balls, where experience had taught her the pain was particularly intense.

Her victim didn't protest, nor did he make an effort to struggle free of his bonds. It couldn't be because he was immune to the sensation she was inflicting on him. Each time she affixed a clip, his body jolted as if touched by an electric shock, and she now had four of the little instruments attached.

Nina was very methodical. Supple leather straps held him spread-eagled on the desk, while a gag ripped from his white shirt stifled his screams. She straightened to survey her handiwork, and let a smile soften her sensuous lips. "Comfortable, Mr Carruthers? Nod if you want me to continue."

Raffy Carruthers writhed amid the chaos of his desk. Letters and papers lay scattered on the floor, the phone had been tossed onto the high-backed executive chair.

Raffy's head bobbed twice.

"More pain? I believe you can handle more pain," she said confidently.

His cock rose ramrod straight, bulging veins like ivy roots pulsated along its considerable length. From the organ's wild throbbing, Nina guessed he was on the verge of his climax.

"Remember, you can't come without my permission. I'm the one who decides when you can have an orgasm. To prevent an untimely accident, I've fastened this strip of surgical rubber around your cock, just under the helmet." She tested the constricting band with her fingers. "Do you like that, Mr Carruthers? I have it nice and tight."

Nina rummaged again in the desk drawer. "It's amazing what you keep in here. I see we share similar interests." Eventually she found what she was looking for, and dangled several lengths of rawhide cord over his face. "You know what I'm going to do now, don't you?"

Raffy's pupils widened, more in apprehension that his beautiful captor might decide to stop than from any genuine fear. Raffy knew how to play the game. He recognised that Nina Ashton, despite her air of youthful innocence was an expert in domination.

Nina hitched her skirt about her hips and climbed onto the desk. She made a loop in one of the rawhide thongs and fastened it around the base of his prick, passing it also under the neck of the scrotum. Raffy grunted behind the gag each time her fingers brushed a clip. He gave a low moan when she pulled the noose tight and tied off the free end. With the cord attached, the scrotum's normally-loose skin was stretched drum-tight over the spheres within. Nina loved it when she compressed testicles like that. Held away from the penis by leather thongs, they were so supremely vulnerable. She ran her fingers over them, letting their pulsations permeate the skin of her fingertips.

Nina still hadn't finished her preparation. Using more of the cord, she tied the testicles even tighter into two discrete pouches, knowing Raffy would appreciate her attention to detail when she came to use her mouth on him.

Stepping down, she studied the bound man on the desk. "Even if I say so myself, that's a neat piece of work. What a pity you don't have a mirror in your office, Mr Carruthers. I'd like you to see exactly what I've done."

The river of lust oozing into the gusset of her panties reminded her of her own needs.

"At this point, a little whipping would heighten your pleasure. You deserve it, don't you?"

Raffy nodded again.

"I see you own a handy little quirt. Unfortunately, we don't have time to use it on your backside. Perhaps later? Turn your head and look at me, you miserable wretch!"

Slowly, tantalisingly slowly, she unzipped her black minidress. The spaghetti straps slithered off her shoulders and down her arms. With a whisper of soft georgette, the front of the dress fell away. Her lace-encased breasts emerged, each luscious mound spilling from its tiny cup. Nina eased the filmy dress over the swell of her hips, letting it pool darkly about her heeled sandals. She stepped out of it, bent over and retrieved the dress. Raffy's eyes swivelled downward as she did so, feasting on the delectable display of sheer black stockings secured by a little garter-belt. Nina's lace bikini panties fitted snugly over her sex. Behind, they rode high, exposing her delicious buttock cheeks on either side of the narrow nylon strip that attempted to conceal her anal groove.

Nina gave a quiet smile of satisfaction. She was able to gauge the effect of her little striptease from the frantic twitching of Raffy's trussed cock.

"I'm going ungag you now," she said, "but you're not to speak. Do you understand? I want to find out how well you can pleasure me with your mouth."

She deftly removed the cotton gag. "Remember, not a word out of you, or I'll leave you here for your secretary to find."

Before mounting the desk, Nina slipped out of her panties. Raffy's eyes immediately focussed on the neatly-trimmed delta of russet curls at the juncture of her thighs.

"Perform well, Mr Carruthers and you'll be rewarded. I have a very talented mouth." Straddling his head, she lowered her pussy to his waiting lips. "Yes, that's good. Run your tongue in my crease. Feel how wet I am. Now push into my tight little sleeve. Deeper! I said deeper, you bastard!"

Tilting and twisting her hips, Nina ground her vulva onto his mouth, urging him to thrust into her with his spiked tongue. Her sex-juice coated his lips and chin, and dribbled across his cheeks.

To ensure Raffy applied himself fully to devouring her engorged sex, she reached behind and raked her nails over his tortured balls.

"My clit! Suck my clit now!"

Raffy complied, gripping the protruding nub of flesh and fastening his lips over the quivering pearl of oiled marble. Although Nina was of slim build, she possessed a clitoris that when aroused emerged from its protective hood like a miniature cock.

"I'm coming! Yes! Yesss!" Nina's body juddered under a series of uncontrolled spasms, each one sending a copious flow of spend into Raffy's mouth. Nina pressed down hard until her tremors died away.

"You may lick me clean."

When his voracious tongue had lapped up the last drop of honeyed liquid, including that which had flowed down the inside of her thighs, she dismounted.

"For an impromptu little scene, that was moderately satisfactory. Now it's your turn," Nina said. "I'll let you come, but you must tell me the moment you start to climax."

Raffy sucked air, his prick pulsed erratically as Nina removed the clamps. She was aware that the pain of removal was as intense as when she'd attached them. Next, she undid the surgical rubber and wrapped her cool fingers around his turgid shaft, feeling it throb, hot and heavy beneath her touch.

Now kneeling between his thighs, she lowered her mouth over the purple head of his tormented cock. Her tongue washing the sensitive underside of his glans, brought a deep sigh of contentment from Raffy's lips. Nina sank lower until the cock's bulbous head nudged the entrance of her throat. She knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Wanting to delay his peak, she withdrew the glistening shaft from her lips.

Shifting position, Nina gathered a testicle into her mouth, nibbling at it with her sharp little teeth. She ignored him when he stammered something unintelligible, and reeled the other ball into her wet warmth.

"I'm going to come," Raffy groaned.

Nina quickly released his testicles from their warm trap. Returning to his cock, she deftly replaced it into the wet confines of her mouth.

Raffy grunted, his body jerking against the restraints.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, my God!"

Nina took the torrent of thick semen directly down her throat, swallowing repeatedly to prevent herself from gagging. To ensure she drained him, she ripped away the rawhide binding, caring little if she bruised him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked down hard.

Only when she was satisfied he was spent, did Nina climb off the desk. She adored the taste of male essence, the slippery feel of it on the back of her tongue. A few dribbles of spend escaped her lips, only to be captured by the tip of her pink tongue.

"Had enough, Mr Carruthers?"

"Yes. Undo these damned straps."

While Raffy levered his painful body off the desk, Nina snatched up her clothes and fled into the executive lavatory. A few minutes later she emerged, cheeks flushed, but otherwise poised and fresh.

She found Raffy sitting casually behind his desk. He'd managed to salvage the wreck of his shirt, but his tie was missing and his hands trembled. The abrupt change of direction in the interview had effectively swept away all remnants of his earlier formality.

"You performed admirably, Miss Ashton. Look here, why don't we drop the Mister and Miss business? Please call me Raffy."

"You mean, I get the job?" Nina asked in a sweetly innocent voice.

Raffy's hands went to straighten a non-existent tie. Well, I can't exactly offer you the position you applied for. Frankly, I doubt if you'd be happy typing letters and making my appointments. There is, however, another post ..."

"Oh?"

"I have a most interesting assignment I'd like you to undertake. It's one you are admirably qualified for. After our little session together, I know you'd enjoy it."

"Go on. I'm listening."

"Let me explain. Some months ago, thieves stole a very valuable painting I was handling for a client. Naturally, as an art dealer I'm covered by insurance for the loss, but it's my reputation I'm concerned about."

"I am sorry to hear of your misfortune, but how does it affect me?"

"You, my darling Nina, are going to help me get my painting back."

"I am? Why not hire a private detective agency?"

"That would serve no purpose."

"Why not? I understand that's what they're in business for. Anyhow, if the painting is a well-known one, how can the thieves possibly sell it?"

"A very good question. Unfortunately, around the world there are many unscrupulous buyers prepared to add priceless stolen works of art to their clandestine collections."

"And you expect me to find out where your painting is?"

"No, no, I already know where it, or rather, I have a pretty shrewd idea who has it. Much to my regret, I can't prove anything."

Raffy held Nina in his gaze, his steel-grey eyes sending a tremor of excitement through her. She squeezed her thighs together to prevent her wayward clitoris from buzzing again.

"Do I gather you want me to get the proof?"

"Yes, my dear, precisely that."

"How?"

"The man in question is called Manfred von Kleist, he's a very wealthy man. I've not met him personally, but I have it on good authority he's a disciple of the noble marquis."

"The Marquis de Sade?"

"Who else? Have you read anything of his?"

Nina blushed prettily, fluttered her thick eyelashes and murmured, "Yes, as a matter of fact I'm well acquainted with his writings."

"Then, you'll know what I mean when I say the man is an animal."

"I think I do."

"Nina, my sweet, he'd like you."

"Who, the marquis?"

"No, silly! Manfred von Kleist."

"That's nice of you to say so."

"How do you feel about letting him vent his depraved lust on you?"

"Raffy, what a question to ask a naive young girl! Besides, I don't even know the gentleman."

"You proved just now that you are wonderfully dominant. I don't remember having spent such an enjoyable half hour at the office. Are you also a natural submissive?"

"I really have no idea."

"Would you like to find out?"

Nina thought about his proposal for a moment. She'd always been sexual. Sometimes her secret fantasies scared her with their vivid intensity. She quickly came to a decision. "Yes, Raffy, I think I'd like to try the submissive role."

"Splendid! Once you make the acquaintance of our friend Manfred, you'll have no trouble finding the painting."

"Then what?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. With your talent, the task will not take long. I should add, the rewards are considerable, not to mention the salary you'd earn."

"I like a challenge, but how do I know you're ...?

"Being sincere? That's a fair question. To put your mind at rest, how about I give you a written contract? Considering what you're in for with Herr von Kleist, we'll call it a binding contract!"

Nina was caught up in his infectious laughter. "All right, Raffy, I accept." She was beginning to like Raffy Carruthers. His brimming self-confidence made her feel good. If she were perfectly honest, the prospect of exploring the darker side of her nature excited her just as much as the prospect of financial gain.

"Just a minute, this von Kleist fellow, he's ninety years of age and looks like an old goat?"

"Not at all. He's a relatively young man. As for being handsome, I'll let you be the best judge of that. I do happen to know that when he's not indulging in various forms of debauchery, he's attending to his financial empire, or out yachting and skiing. That should tell you something about the man."

"When do we leave?"

"Just as soon as we're packed."