Divertissement by Madeleine Oh Page B

hesitated a couple of seconds. No doubt it took her
lust-fuddled mind a moment or two to work out right from left. He wrapped a
leather restraint around her ankle, fastening it securely, then tied the loose end to a strap he’d placed around one table support three days
earlier. He gave her a little ease but tugged tight to give her the impression
she was tied fast.
    “Your left ankle please.” That he secured the same way.
    Really,
the way this worked out, he couldn’t help wondering if this had been the
original use for this odd construction.
    “You’re
helpless,” he said, “at my mercy. You can’t see, can’t move, all you can do now
is feel.”
    As he
spoke, he reached into his backpack and took out a suede flogger. He ran the
tresses up and down the inside of each thigh then stroked down her belly and
left the handle lying between her legs, the tresses spread over her pussy.
    He watched
as her breath caught and her belly rippled in anticipation. The unknown and
unexpected always excited her. What did she think was coming next? A gentle flogging? A harder one? A tug on her piercing? A sharp yank on the nipple clamps?
    He reached
into the backpack—he was going to have to build some sort of weatherproof cache
here for his toys instead of lugging the lot up here all the time, but for now
fine—and took out the bottle of massage oil.
    “I want
you to stay very, very still, Ellen my love.” As he spoke, he trailed oil
between her breasts and down to her navel.
    She didn’t
move but did let out a long sigh that seemed to reverberate in his ears. All
right, he hadn’t said she was to keep silent. Maybe he’d add that later, but
right now he liked the sound of her appreciation. Ellen was a vocal lover—one
of the nine-thousand-plus things he loved about her.
    Using two
fingers, he spread the oil up the sides of her breasts and down over her belly.
She kept still but it took an effort. How long would she last? He leaned over
and gently blew on the oil between her breasts.
    “John!” It
was practically a shriek—okay, a soft shriek. “You might have warned me!” She
relaxed her shoulders and a smile widened her luscious mouth as she savored the
warmth on her skin from the oil.
    “Why would
I have? The unexpected is much more fun.”
    She didn’t
argue. Just asked, “Putting on anywhere else?”
    “Maybe,”
he replied, and tilted the bottle, moving his wrist so oil covered her belly in
a glistening circle.
    He made a
point, this time, of smoothing it down to her bare pussy lips. She might well
gasp. She knew exactly how hard it would be to keep still once he started
breathing there to warm the oil.
    Perfect. All part of his plan.
    “This time
you know what to expect,” John said as he blew little circles on her belly. She
almost didn’t move. Her tummy muscles shifted just a little under his efforts.
He’d let that pass, the next bit would be much harder for her and much more fun
for him.
    He waited
until she relaxed again—at least until her tummy muscles stopped twitching—and
then breathed as slowly as he knew how down her belly. At the few drops of oil
spread down between her pussy lips, he brought his mouth over them and blew. Hard.
    Her hips
jerked, her thighs moving as far as the slack in the restraints allowed and she
let out a shout. A sudden beating of wings nearby suggested she’d disturbed a
couple of voyeur seagulls.
    “Ellen!”
He put on his best, severe Dominant voice. “You were told not to move.”
    “And you
did that on purpose!”
    “Yes.”
    She
spluttered. Then went quiet as she relaxed. Her hips
rippled slowly. Then jerked. Hell, he did not want her
to come yet.
    He slapped
both her thighs, the sound of flesh on flesh echoed in his ears, and his cock.
Why not? “Not yet, my dear. You need to earn that and
right now you must show me you apologize for disregarding my directions.”
    Damn the
woman, she grinned and it was wonderful. He grabbed a condom from his