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My three friends are still staring at me intently and I suddenly feel embarrassed. “What? Come on, I’m not an exhibit in a zoo!”

  “Sorry, I’m just a bit gobsmacked,” apologises Hannah. “Justine in love! Who would have thought it?”

  “But Justine...” continues Kathy tentatively. “So Adam probably thinks that you’re still seeing other men, right? And what about Adam and other people?” she asks gently. “When you told him he wasn’t the only man you were going out with, did he say he would see other women as well?”

  I feel my face fall. This is something that’s been in the back of my mind for a while and I don’t even want to think about it. I think I’m really special to Adam. The way he is with me, the amount of time we spend together... But I don’t know for sure. The thought makes me feel cold inside. I’m not the same independent woman I used to be, not since I met Adam. I need him. If he left me for someone else I think it would break me.

  “He didn’t say anything,” I reply quietly. “So, yes, in answer to your next question, I suppose he could be seeing other people.”

  “Oh, Justine,” says Melanie, reaching out and putting her hand over mine comfortingly. “You’ve really got to tell him.”

  “I know.” I nod, staring into the deep red of the wine. “I know I do. I just haven’t had the courage yet.”

  “Hey,” says Kathy comfortingly. “He seems so sweet with you. He looks like he really, genuinely cares for you. And you’ve been seeing loads of him, haven’t you? And you met his family? Don’t worry, I’m sure he can’t be seeing anyone else. You just need to set the record straight with him so you both know the score.”

  I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I won’t worry, I promise.” I force a smile and Hannah refills my glass. Kathy changes the subject, hoping to cheer me up with stories of her two year old niece’s antics. She has a bad habit of dropping her mother’s phone down the toilet. I laugh along with my friends and try to push my worries to the back of my mind, but deep down I know they’re right. I really do have to tell Adam that he’s the only one.

  I’ll tell him when he gets back in the country, on Tuesday night.

  Sixteen

  Tuesday, 12 June

  “I’VE GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED FOR you tonight, Justine,” says Adam. I look up at him, and the erotic intent that I can see in his beautiful grey eyes makes me shiver with anticipation. At last it’s night I’ve been waiting for. The night he’s promised to pull out all the stops in his armoury of kinky surprises. And the night I tell him he’s the only man for me. I’m more than usually nervous, a combination of anticipation of the treat – or torture – that Adam’s got in store and the prospect of revealing my feelings to him.

  Adam took me out for a meal earlier and now we are back at his place. I’ve bolstered my courage with a couple of glasses of wine but I made sure I didn’t drink too much. I may need to keep a relatively clear head for what’s coming tonight.

  He’s led me into his bedroom, and on the bed I see a package, a dark grey box tied with ribbon. I look around at him quizzically and he smiles at me.

  “It’s for you, Justine. Open it,” he instructs me.

  I glance at him again with a half-smile and cross to the bed, picking up the box. I sit down and put it on my lap, pulling the satin ribbon to untie it. Then I open the lid.

  Inside, there is a package wrapped in soft white tissue paper and I lift it out and set the box aside. Opening the tissue paper, I can see that inside is lingerie, black lacy lingerie, and then I see the lacing and realise it’s a corset. A beautiful corset in black satin, adorned on the cups with the most delicate lace, rigid with boning, and with it there’s a silky-soft tie-sided black thong.

  “Oh, Adam, it’s beautiful!” I exclaim.

  He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. Then suddenly he’s kissing me, hard, twisting his hand in my hair to hold my head firmly in place as he explores my mouth with his tongue. His fingers are meshed so far into my hair that it’s just on the edge of pulling hard enough to hurt. Then, deliberately, he bites my lip and I cry out in surprise more than pain.

  “Did I give you permission to call me ‘Adam’?” he asks.

  “No, sir,” I reply, realising my mistake. But if that kiss was my punishment, perhaps I should forget the correct mode of address more often.

  “You will remember to call me ‘sir’ from now on,” he commands. “Otherwise I’ll be very displeased with you.”

  “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” I reply meekly.

  “Now strip. You’re going to wear this.”

  I do his bidding, first taking off the simple black dress I selected for tonight, then I glance up at Adam as I remove my bra. My nipples are already hard and I can feel wetness beginning to pool between my legs just from the one brief, hard kiss that Adam has seen fit to bestow on me. I can see from the look on his face that he’s noticed my erect nipples. He looks powerful, in control. He knows exactly how to play me, how to tease, how to arouse, how to wring the maximum pleasure from my willing body. He knows how, and he’s going to do it tonight.

  Slowly, still looking up at Adam, I roll down my holdups and one after the other, peeling them off and throwing them to the floor. I’m naked now all but my knickers, so I pull them down the length of my legs and step out of them, leaving myself completely naked and exposed to his hungry eyes.

  He just stands looking at me, so I put the corset down on the bed and look at the thong. The satin ties are already tied, so I step into it and pull it up. Then I reach for the corset.

  “Here,” he says, taking it from me. “Turn around.”

  I obey and he places the luxurious undergarment, unlaced, on my front, pulling the sides around to meet at the back. Then I feel him start to work on the corset behind me, and I can tell that he’s secured the top laces. His hands work steadily to pull the garment together, and then I feel his hands at the small of my back where the laces tie up at the bottom.

  Then I gasp as I feel him start to pull them tight. I had not expected it to feel like this. He tugs at the laces firmly and I feel the corset constricting me as he progresses further down my back, trussing me up like a bird ready for the oven.

  At last he’s finished and he puts his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face him so he can admire his handiwork.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” he says, tenderly stroking my cheek with his finger. I shiver at his touch.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re not finished yet,” he tells me. “You missed something in the box. Go on, look.”

  I pick up the box again and delve inside. He’s right, there’s a pair of sheer silk stockings inside. “Put them on,” he instructs and I sit down on the edge of the bed to smooth them up over the skin of my legs. All the while, the corset, pulled tight as it is, constricts my movements and my breathing as if the underwear itself is an instrument of bondage. It feels incredibly sexy.

  I take hold of one of the suspenders attached to the bottom of the corset and clumsily try to hold the stocking up with it. My hands are trembling now, thinking of what Adam’s going to do to me in this fantastic outfit, how he’ll hurt and tease and pleasure me once he’s untied the sides of this skimpy thong, and I’m painfully aware of him standing over me watching. I hear him tut.

  “If you can’t do it quicker than that, Justine, I’m going to have to punish you,” he says, shaking his head.

  My heart quickening, I try again and suppress a cry of triumph as I manage to fix the first suspender. The second, at the front of my other thigh, is easier, and I stand to twist round and fumble with the two suspenders at the back.

  Reaching around and trying my best to get them fixed, I seem to be all fingers and thumbs. “One more minute, Justine, I’m timing you,” threatens Adam, and thankfully I quickly succeed in attaching my left stocking with the rear suspender too. Then I turn and try the final one, fiddling with it until it’s in place. I turn around to look at Adam with a smile of sheer re
lief.

  “Fifty-two seconds,” he pronounces, looking at his watch. “You’re lucky, Justine. I won’t punish you. Yet.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Have you any idea how desirable you look in that corset, Justine?” he asks, his grey eyes dark with desire.

  “No, sir.”

  “You know, you have the most beautiful mouth.” He touches my bottom lip lightly with his finger, stroking it gently, and then he caresses my cheek. “First, Justine, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I respond subserviently.

  “Kneel,” he commands.

  I kneel, and unzip his jeans. He’s hard, really hard, and I touch him. Oh, how I love the feel of his erection in my hand. The focus, the proof of his desire for me, standing proud and waiting for me to please him.

  I take the tip of his erection into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the head and hearing an answering groan of pleasure. Then I start to move, licking and sucking gently at first. Up and down, up and down, I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him filling it all the way to the back of my throat. With every movement, I lick the tip to increase his pleasure, and then I take him inside my mouth further still, faster, swirling my tongue around the end each time and sucking hard.

  I feel his shaft thicken and then he’s gripping my hair with his hands, pushing me down harder still as he nears the peak of his ecstasy. I hear him cry out and at last I feel him come in my mouth. I swallow the salty liquid with a feeling of triumph, exulting in the pleasure I’ve elicited, and then take him out of my mouth, sitting back on my heels and looking up at him. I know Adam must have smudged my lipstick and my hair will be messed up from having his hands tangling in it and pushing my head down to suck him harder. With my wild hair, dressed in this exquisite corset, I feel beautiful, desirable, debased at his feet. I’m revelling in the submissive role he wants me to play. Kneeling at his feet like a slave, completely subservient, I feel abandoned, wanton, and sexy as hell.

  “This is only the start,” he promises in a low voice, his breathing still fast in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Now kneel on the bed. On all fours.”

  I hurry to obey him, climbing up onto the bed and arranging myself how he’s instructed me. Then I feel his fingers touching me through the fabric of the thong. I moan softly with pleasure as he strokes my sex, feeling my wetness through the silky material, and then his hands are either side of the skimpy garment, pulling at the bows. He unties them and lets the thong fall onto the bed. Now I’m trussed up in this corset on all fours, with my sex brazenly naked to Adam’s gaze – and Adam’s touch, as he slides his finger inside me.

  “You’re very wet,” he says, moving inside me. I try to grind myself against him to increase the penetration. I’m desperately turned on but I’m sure he’s not going to allow me to come yet. He slides out and uses his wet finger to start to massage my clitoris. His touch makes me moan loudly and I hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Oh, yes, Justine, I know how much you like this. But you’ll have to wait.” He takes away his hand, as I knew he would, and I’m left aching for him. “Maybe some chastisement will help you learn to be more patient.”

  He crosses to the door and turns to look at me, his hand on the handle. “Stay exactly how you are,” he instructs me.

  He leaves, shutting the door behind him, and I’m desperate to know what he’s going to fetch. After the riding crop and the paddle, what could he have planned now? My heart is thumping and my breath is coming fast as I wait, not daring to move. It feels like he’s been gone for a very long time. At last I hear him open the door. I look round, breathless with anticipation.

  It’s not Adam.

  My heart seems to stop as I see the door open and a woman enters the room. Medium height and very slender, she has a pretty, delicate face and shining blonde hair. Dimly, my shocked brain registers that she’s carrying a small whip, and is dressed in a corset too, a red one, with stockings and suspenders just like mine, and red lacy knickers. Adam follows her into the room, smiling.

  For a moment I freeze. I am so astonished that all I can do is gape.

  “Justine, this is Natasha,” says Adam. “You’re going to stay kneeling for me while Natasha punishes you.”

  Then suddenly, life seems to return to me. “No!” I rage, and then I’m off the bed, wildly grabbing my dress and holding it up to cover my nakedness where Adam took off my thong. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I scream at Adam.

  “Justine -” he starts, his face a picture of horror. Did he think I was going to like this?

  “Get out,” I shout at the blonde girl, who is also looking shocked to the core. “Get out, do you hear me? I never want to see your face again.” Then I look down at the dress, at my body in the corset, and I feel hot tears of shame well in my eyes. “Adam, how could you do this?” I’m completely mortified. This girl has seen me in the most humiliating situation, positioned like an animal, my sex exposed to her eyes. And what is she to Adam? Does he do what he does to me, to this girl too?

  The girl in the red corset is still frozen to the spot. Adam turns to her. “Go on, you’d better go. I’m sorry, Natasha.”

  She leaves, shutting the door softly behind her, and I reach for the knickers that I was wearing when I arrived, hurriedly putting them on. I feel at such a disadvantage half-naked in front of Adam. I sit down on the edge of the bed, trembling and deathly cold.

  “Justine, I’m so sorry. You said you fantasised about other women – I thought you would like it.”

  “Like it?” I ask, incredulous. I remember the conversation we had in bed when I told him what I thought about when I made myself come. I shudder at the thought of what I told him. “It was a fantasy, Adam. Not real life.”

  “But you told me about your fantasies where you’re tied up, and punished, and you loved it when I did that to you,” he says, looking puzzled and hurt.

  “That’s different,” I rage. “That’s just you on your own. It’s you I wanted, not someone else too. Especially a girl. How could you think that I’d like another woman to see me like that? And what about when I said I fantasized about being shared between more than one man? Did you think you’d get a couple of mates round to fuck me too? And who is she?”

  He sits down on the bed, looking weary. “She’s someone I’ve been seeing. I met her before I met you.”

  “So when you’re not with me, you’re fucking her?” I demand. I feel sick to the stomach. Frantically, I try to loosen the ties of the corset behind my back. I’ve got to get this thing off me.

  “Sometimes,” he admits. “But you have other sexual partners. If you hadn’t told me that you have other boyfriends there’s no way on earth that I’d have carried on seeing Natasha.”

  I put my head in my hands and groan. “Oh, God.” I can feel the tears seeping into my fingers.

  “Actually, I only really carried on seeing her because you told me about your fantasies,” he continues sheepishly. “I was only really keeping it going with her so we could do this kind of... punishment threesome.”

  “Ugh,” I cry out, filled with disgust. I look at him with my tear-stained face and shake my head in disbelief. “You strung her along just to bring her over and whip me?”

  He looks guilty as hell. “I know, it wasn’t really the right thing to do. I shouldn’t have treated her like that.”

  Suddenly I’m furious again. “Shouldn’t have treated her like that? I don’t give a flying fuck about her! You shouldn’t have treated me like that, Adam. Did it never occur to you to explore the idea of introducing a third person into our relationship a bit less suddenly? Did you have to wait until I was kneeling on your bed with no knickers on?”

  “I can only say I’m sorry, Justine. I thought it would turn you on. I really did. I never wanted to upset you like this.”

  “There’s a difference between fantasy and reality, Adam. What I told you about - it’s pretend. Can’t you see that? And the
things we’ve been doing together only work when we trust each other. You’ve broken my trust in you.” I look down at the floor, desolate. “And I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping with someone else all this time.”

  Now Adam looks angry. “You’ve got no right to say that,” he says, his mouth grim. “Right from the start you told me you have other men and I accepted that. I wouldn’t have, not from anyone else, but I didn’t want to lose you. So you really can’t accuse me of doing something wrong here.”

  “But I’m not seeing other people now,” I wail. “I’ve been afraid to tell you.” The tears are falling fast now. “Ever since we first went to bed together, it’s only been you. I don’t want anyone else any more.” I stifle a sob. “Especially not Natasha.”

  “Oh, Justine,” he says, putting an arm around me. “How was I to know?”

  I shake him off and stand. I can’t bear the feel of him right now, not after what he’s done to me. “Don’t you touch me,” I hiss. “Yes, I should have told you. No, I can’t blame you for seeing that girl behind my back.” I’m trying to loosen the corset again, to no avail. “But I can fucking well blame you for bringing her here without asking me first. My God, Adam, there’s no way back for us now. Ugh!” I exclaim in frustration and give up on removing the corset, instead grabbing my dress. I hurriedly put it on over the underwear that Adam gave me, then grab my discarded shoes, and run out of the bedroom door.