Altar Ego Page 7

  I was leaning against a soft velvet covered wall, with my wrists bound above my head. I was blindfolded and the room around me was silent. I bit my lip as I heard the slight creaking of an opening door, and I sensed another body in the room. It was him. That scent. I would recognise it anywhere. I took a huge breath in through my nose and inhaled as much of him as I could.

  “Elise.” I was roused from my dreamy state by Max calling my name.

  “Wow. Where were you?” He laughed. You looked like you were having fun wherever you were.” He winked and reached for the shampoo bottle. He ignored my blushes and knelt by the side of the tub. He squeezed a generous amount of the divine almond scented shampoo on to his hand and began to massage my scalp. It was so relaxing that my eyes closed as I dropped my head back and let his hands take away all of the stresses of the day.

  “Don’t you be drifting off to your special place again.” He said with a laugh.

  “Why?” I asked with a wry smile on my face. “Are you jealous?”

  He laughed.

  “No, but I am intrigued.”

  I didn’t reply, just smiled. I wasn’t sure I wanted to share these particular inner thoughts with him just yet. He rinsed off the soap and sat back on his heels.

  “Shall we go out?” He asked. “Get out of this shithole and dust off the cobwebs.”

  “It’s late Max. Where were you planning on taking me?”

  He grinned.

  “I have this friend who can get us into an exclusive club, it’s all very secretive.”

  I couldn’t help but gasp as I attempted to convince myself that it couldn’t possibly be the same place. Or could it? I bit my lip nervously. Should I throw caution to the wind?

  “Fuck it.” I stood up in all my naked glory. “Let’s go and choose an outfit.” I laughed as Max helped me out of the tub.

  “That’s my girl.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped his dressing gown round me. “I will just go and make a call.”

  I rough dried myself with a towel that was hanging on the nearby rail, and headed through to the guest room. My cases were at the foot of the bed, and I lifted them on to the satin throw and unzipped them.

  By the time Max came in I had already laid out a plain black pencil skirt and a sheer white blouse with billowing sleeves. I was in the process of selecting a vest top to wear underneath it, when Max reached past me and picked up a lacy black push up bra.

  “Do yourself a favour Princess.” He said waving the bra around in his hands. “Leave the vest at home.”

  I acted shocked.

  “Maxwell! How dare you suggest that I dress like a slut?” All the time we were both sniggering away like teenagers.

  He handed me the bra.

  “Seriously.” He disappeared and returned within a few minutes wearing fitted black jeans and a fitted white v necked t-shirt. His biceps were pronounced by the tightness of the sleeves and his tribal tattoo fully on show.

  I dressed quickly and tousled my hair with the dryer, opting for minimal makeup, just mascara and lip gloss. My skin was pretty good for my age and I had never been one for plastering loads of foundation on. I turned to Max just as he handed me a glass of wine.

  “Will I do?” I asked taking a sip of the burgundy liquid.

  “You look a knockout.” He said and raised his glass. “Now drink up, and get your shoes. We don’t have long.”

  I drained the glass, slipped my feet into a pair of spotty heels and we both headed downstairs. We had just reached the hallway when a car pulled up outside.

  “That’s us.” Said Max. “Come on.”

  He opened the door and I did a double take as I saw the car outside. The number plate was familiar and I smiled to myself as we walked down the steps and headed for the street.

  The driver was stood with the door already open and I slid into the back seat, swiftly followed by Max. The door was closed and the driver got in the front.

  “You know the score Max.” He said.

  Max reached into the centre console and pulled something out.

  “Sorry Princess, rules are rules.” He said.

  I tried to look surprised as he slipped the blindfold over my head before putting his own on. He sat back and gripped my hand tightly. I started counting silently in my head, which was silly as even if our destination was the same, our starting point was different. Max didn’t speak, I only knew he was still there from the occasional squeeze he gave my hand.

  When the car slowed to a stop, and the door was opened, I heard a male voice.

  “Good evening Max.” I listened to Max greet him too, and tried to think hard whether I recognised the voice.

  “Just follow me Elise.” Max said quietly and took my hand in his. It was a strange situation, only a few days ago I had been here with Dominic leading me, and I could feel the heat between my legs at the thought of him. I gripped onto the hand that Max offered me tightly and allowed myself to be lead forward. I heard the door open, and there was no doubt whatsoever that we were at Altar now. The only sound which was different was the strain of music in the distance. It had been empty when I went with Dominic, and the party was clearly in full swing tonight.

  “You can take off your blindfold now Princess.” I heard Max speak just as the inner door opened and the music suddenly seemed very loud. There was the sound of glasses clinking and people chatting. I reached my hand up to the back of my head to remove my blindfold when I picked up his scent. I turned my face toward where I thought it was coming from and almost instantly sensed him in front of me. A strong hand took hold of mine and lowered it to my side.

  “Allow me.” He said, and slipped the blindfold off.

  I looked up into his eyes and felt my insides melt. How on earth was I supposed to remain composed when just a look from him turned me to jelly?

  “Good evening Elise.” He said as he lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles gently. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he immediately noticed the lack of rings, and his eyes travelled down over my body as he took in my outfit.

  It took me a moment to realise that Max was staring at me with an open mouth, and I laughed nervously in his direction. The man stood at his side took his hand and spoke to him...

  “Max. I think your friend will be fine. Shall we?”

  He gestured with his head to the bar and Max just nodded. He followed his companion across the room but still kept looking back at me totally agog.

  Now that we were alone, well not totally alone obviously, we were after all in a club full of people... He turned to me with a stern face, rather like a headmaster about to scold a naughty schoolgirl. I tried to rid myself of that thought immediately. I was aching for his touch already and thoughts of being scolded by him were not helping me.

  “I’m surprised to see you here Elise. Why didn’t you call?” He was looking straight into my eyes; there was a hint of uncertainty, as if he thought I had planned this visit deliberately.

  “I didn’t know...” I dropped my eyes to the floor. “I am staying with Max and he err...” I stammered. I was a wreck in his presence. I could barely speak and regaining composure of myself was not an option when he was around. I felt his eyes boring into the top of my head as I struggled to explain myself.

  “Right!” He was abrupt. “Well, now you are here, it would be rude of me to leave it to someone else to entertain you.” He took my hand and strode across the room to the sofa we had sat on previously. He deposited me there and left me while he arranged for drinks. I looked around and saw practically everyone looking at me. They were staring and I felt uncomfortable. I was beginning to wonder whether I was dressed inappropriately when a blonde woman approached me. She sidled up to the table in front of me and perched on the edge of it. She crossed her long lithe legs, flashing stocking tops at me as she did so. She leaned back a little; she was clearly relaxed here, unlike me.

  “Sooo...” She spoke slowly. “You are the latest play thing then?” She questioned me. I wasn’t really sure of w
hat my answer was supposed to be.

  “You know Dominic?” I threw a question back at her without actually giving her an answer.

  “Dom?” she laughed, throwing her head back as she did so. It was loud and raucous, and I was a little embarrassed that she was drawing attention to us. “Everyone knows Dom!” she said boldly, with the emphasis on everyone. “Dom by name, Dom by nature.” She added with a lopsided smile. A smile which clearly said she had experience of him. She stood slowly and smoothed out her skirt. “Be careful!” She spoke over her shoulder as she turned to walk away. “Not everyone will appreciate him bringing his new toy here.” With that she left me, sitting stunned with an open mouth.

  “Steady Roxanne. Jealousy is an ugly trait.” Dominic said to her as he passed her and placed a champagne bucket on the table. She watched him with contempt as he leaned over and tilted my chin upwards, kissing me full on the lips, flicking his tongue across my teeth as he did so. I smiled at her as he poured the champagne and she huffed like a spoiled teenager as she sashayed across the room away from us.

  He handed me the flute and sat down, he was so close our thighs touched and I gulped the fizzy nectar down in one.

  “Still nervous?” He asked.

  I nodded.

  “Well don’t be. You are a guest here and we move at your pace.” He took the flute from my hand and refilled it, placing it on the table in front of us. “But slow down with the bubbly Elise. We wouldn’t want you tipsy.” He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it slowly, deliberately up my leg, slipping between the juncture of my thighs and squeezing the tender flesh there. I jumped a little and watched his hand. He leaned in and whispered. “I’m surprised to see you here, but now that you are, I want you to remember everything that happens to you tonight.”

  I couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation of what was to come.

  Chapter 12

  He took my hand in his, turning it over several times and caressing my fingers. He had a look of certainty about him as he spoke. A look that said he didn’t really need to ask the next question, but he was going to ask anyway, probably out of politeness.

  “You chased your demons away then?” He rubbed his thumb over my ring finger as he spoke, making me aware that he was paying attention.

  “Well, I left him.” I spoke without emotion, “If that’s what you mean?” I looked straight into his eyes. I don’t know whether I was looking for some clue that he was happy, pleased or indifferent after me telling him I had left Adam. But as usual, there was nothing there.

  “That’s precisely what I mean.” He touched my face briefly with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting. He moved in close, so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “And now that you are free, I get to make more demands of you.” He lightly pressed his lips to my cheek, and then stayed in position, taking a breath in and inhaling my scent. “You look incredible tonight. I approve of your choice of outfit.” He sat back in his relaxed manner and watched me.

  “It wasn’t my choice.” I told him. “Max helped me.” I glanced downwards again.

  “Then he has excellent taste.” He smiled. “Come with me.” He stood and held his hand out to me. I lifted myself slowly into a standing position, but instead of taking the hand he had offered I just moved to follow him.

  “Elise.” He spoke sternly and gesticulated again for me to take his hand. I let out the breath I had been holding and placed my hand in his, before letting him lead me out of the lounge. He opened the same door as he had previously, but this time we followed the corridor to the end. He called the lift and we stepped inside. As the lift climbed, the buttons lighting up as it rose...He stood in front of me. Feet slightly apart, his back to me and one hand in his pocket. Without looking back at me he spoke...

  “You will do exactly as I tell you Elise. There will be no need for a safe word as I will read your body better than you read yourself. You will trust me.” He turned his head slightly so I could see his profile. His jaw line was masculine and strong, his eyebrows perfectly neat. “Is that understood?”

  I nodded before realising that he couldn’t see me. I was breathless, nervous and excited all at once.

  “Yes...” I spoke in barely a whisper. “Yes, it’s understood perfectly.”

  The corner of his mouth curled a little as he turned to face the lift doors once more. The bastard. He was smiling. He clearly had me right where he wanted me. The doors opened and he moved aside to let me leave the lift first. I stepped out into the hallway. It was much grander than the corridor downstairs. It was like a different building. With polished marble floors and glass walls we had a view into every room that we passed. There was a room with a large Jacuzzi spa and cushions placed all around it. There was another with a large four poster bed. It looked innocent enough but there was no mistaking the shackles attached to each post. I took it all in, amazed at what I saw. This place was huge, and there were rooms everywhere. He placed his hand in the small of my back and we started to walk.

  “Why do they all have glass walls?” I asked as we moved.

  “These rooms are specifically for couples or groups who don’t want anyone to join in, but don’t mind being watched.” He was so matter of fact in his explanation; it seemed like such a ‘normal’ thing. I suppose in his world it was.

  We approached the end of the glass wall and I glanced into the final room. There, placed right in the middle of the floor was a single solitary chair. I stopped in my tracks. There was no way...I wasn’t going in there...My breathing quickened as he turned to me.

  “Elise.” He took my hand and kissed it. “Please don’t worry. The floor is closed. Nobody is going to be watching you.” He gently pulled me towards the door and punched in a number on the keypad. The glass door slid open and I allowed him to lead me inside. Once inside he pressed a button on the glass and the door closed quietly behind us. The silence in here was deafening, you could literally hear nothing but the sound of my ragged breathing.

  “Trust me.” He said and led me to the chair. I stood there, with the backs of my knees touching the edge of the seat and he moved around me. Like a lion circling his prey he looked me over, reaching out occasionally to slide his fingers up my back, or touch my forearm gently enough to deliver a shock straight through me. He was an expert at creating an atmosphere. Without even trying, he turned me to jelly. His mere presence was enough to set me on edge. I longed for him to touch me properly. I followed him with my eyes as he circled me, silently begging for him to make a move.

  He stopped in front of me. His body was close. My nostrils invaded by his scent again. He leaned forward and lifted both of my hands above my head. He moved again leaving me there and placed both of his hands on my backside. He expertly opened the button on my waistband and slid down the zip of my skirt. Using both hands firmly on my hips he slipped the fabric down until it pooled on the floor. He crouched and lifted my feet, one at a time, removing the skirt from the floor as I stepped out of it. He stood again and deftly lifted my blouse over my head. He stepped away briefly to place my clothes out of sight and then he returned and stood a little out of reach. He folded his arms and rubbed his chin whilst staring at me. He looked me up and down so many times I began to feel less comfortable than I was happy with.

  “I love the stockings, but I think that the knickers are unnecessary.” He said coolly.

  I opened my mouth to object, but on seeing the look that he gave me I changed my mind. I lowered my arms and slipped my knickers down my thighs, stepping out of them when they hit the floor. He smiled and lowered his hand from his chin.

  “Much better Elise.” He took a step towards me and I tensed instantly.

  “Just relax.” His voice soothed me, and by the time he reached me and took hold of me I was lax in his arms.

  He buried his face in the soft valley of my neck and trailed his tongue across my burning skin. His hands pressed against my back pulling me tight into him. I knew his cock was straining against his trousers, I coul
d feel every ridge against my naked groin.

  He spun me around and pressed himself into my rear. His hands massaged my breasts and pulled at my nipples until they were firm. I caught my breath in my throat as he leaned into me pushing me forward over the seat of the chair.

  He clearly detected my reticence as he shushed me and gently put more pressure on my back until he had me positioned exactly right. He stepped away from me and rubbed his hand over my bottom cheek, giving it a little tap as he did so. He moaned quietly to himself but it the silence of the room I heard it clearly and that spurred me on and gave me the confidence to continue as he wished me to.

  He smacked my left cheek, a little harder this time and then rubbed it gently. It didn’t hurt, it just felt warm and as he repeated his actions the warmth spread across my flesh. He waited momentarily to gauge my reaction and I adjusted my stance so that my bottom shifted nearer to him. He smacked harder and rubbed furiously, and although it stung a little I was completely relaxed and at peace with the situation and therefore didn’t really feel any pain. He trailed his hand down the crack of my behind and dipped a finger into the heat of my core. He groaned loudly this time as he felt my muscles contract around his finger. He pulled away and then invaded again, this time pushing two fingers in between my slick folds, glancing over my clitoris and then plunging them deep in to my core. I pressed into him, grinding my hips and riding his hand. He was thrusting now, in and out, sliding his fingers around to my clit occasionally and pressing it for a second or two. My breathing was ragged and I was lost in the moment, completely unaware of my surroundings.

  “On your knees Elise.” He growled and I instantly dropped to them leaning over the seat pad and clinging on to the legs of the chair for dear life. I felt a rush of air behind me as he stepped away and I wiggled my rear in anticipation of his return.