His Mistress’s Voice

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  By the Same Author

  His Mistress’s Voice

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  By the same author:

  THE PASSIVE VOICE

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  This book is a work of fiction.

  In real life, make sure you practise safe sex.

  First published in 1994 by

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  London W10 5AH

  Copyright © G. C. Scott 1994

  ISBN 0 352 32961 0

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  Chapter One

  Luckily, there are many sorts of virginity to lose, so one can enjoy the sense of loss more than once. On the Saturday when Tom saw Beth for the first time he didn’t know he was going to enjoy the loss once more. He thought he was only doing what he had done many times before. Nothing more to learn; nothing more to lose. It was a Saturday in September. Autumn had set in. The cool days were perceptibly shorter, the evenings drawing in. Tom saw the woman with the red hair before she saw him. Autumn was Tom’s favourite season. The clear crisp air and the high blue skies that seem to occur more often in that season (though that may be an illusion) made him feel as if he could accomplish seven impossible things before breakfast. So when he saw her he knew she was going to be his next lover.

  She didn’t know that yet, of course. It was his task to let her know of their mutual good fortune. Not that he thought of himself as God’s gift. It was just that there seemed to be a certain inevitability in catching sight of her through the shifting crowds. They parted, and there she was, her red hair appearing to crown her with the clear fire of the day. He felt an inner lurch when he saw this glorious creature – or so he told her later. She joked that it was lust at first sight.

  Beth (for that was her name, as he learned later) didn’t notice him staring at her. She was standing beside a stall that sold second-hand jewellery, waiting for the stall holder to finish with another customer and come to her. She held an enamelled butterfly, set with iridescent stones that caught fire in the sunlight. He thought the brooch a good choice, complementing her own vividness. He moved closer, wanting to speak but not knowing how to begin. One of the signs of our separateness is the inability to approach a stranger and open a conversation. ‘Do you come here often?’ was all he could think of. That was much too banal, inviting a monosyllabic reply and a quick escape.

  The man behind the counter was almost finished with the other customer. Soon he would turn to serve her. On impulse Tom said softly, ‘I think it’s a lovely piece, but you shouldn’t pay the first price he asks. You’re supposed to bargain at markets like this.’

  Not softly enough. The stall holder heard him and gave them both a malevolent glance. Tom welcomed the look. It made them conspirators against him. She looked at this stranger with a puzzled frown. ‘Bargain? But there’s already a price tag on it.’ Then she brightened. ‘Of course, darling. But you’re so much better at it. I remember how you got the man to sell us the leather handbag in Greece. But I feel so foolish when I do it. Could you . . .?’

  Surprised by the success of the opening, Tom nevertheless recovered quickly. He took the pin from her and examined it more closely. The price tag said twelve pounds. He did a swift calculation and offered eight. The stall holder countered with ten, proving that he was open to haggling. They settled on nine. Tom handed the pin to her and, moving swiftly, paid the man. As they turned away she made a move to open her purse. Before she could get the money out to repay him he said, ‘Please don’t. Let it be a gift from a recent admirer. Besides, the pin is you.’ It was the best compliment he could come up with at short notice.

  She reached a decision of her own. ‘All right, but only if you’ll let me buy lunch. Pick a place nearby and let it be my treat.’

  This is turning out to be my lucky day, Tom thought as they set out in search of a watering hole. Over lunch they introduced themselves and exchanged brief biographies. Tom noticed that Beth didn’t waste time explaining that she didn’t make a habit of being picked up by strangers, as so many other women would have done. He liked her ready acceptance of the situation and her willingness to let things develop from there. They both laughed over the way they had fallen into their roles at the market. Sometime during the lunch they made the decision to adjourn to Beth’s place. There was no sense of forcing things on his part, nor of reluctance on hers. Their rapport made the next step seem inevitable.

  They took the bus to Beth’s place, and the easy mood of fun stayed with them for the ride. She lived in a block of flats, but on the ground floor at the front of the building. She had a good view of the street and the flow of traffic and pedestrians. As the door closed behind them, before Tom even had a chance to look around and remark on the decoration, Beth turned up her lips to be kissed. They reached the bedroom by something akin to teleportation. He couldn’t remember walking there. One moment they were in the front hall; the next they were in her bedroom and she was adjusting the blinds to darken the room.

  ‘Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed,’ she told him.

  Tom kicked off his shoes and got out of his jeans and shirt. As he stood in his underpants to hang his clothes over a chair, he noticed that she was still fully dressed. She gestured once again for him to lie down. When he did, she sang ‘Let Me Entertain You’ in a mocking tone. Her voice was untrained but quite good. She smiled when she saw that his cock was standing up to attention.

  Beth began to undulate slowly to the rhythm of her song, smiling into his eyes as she slipped out of her dress. She let it trail from one hand as she did a slow pirouette for his benefit. Like many men, Tom fantasised about women in red or black lace underwear. Beth’s was dark blue: a lacy push-up bra that presented her full breasts to the world and let him see her nipples through the sheer fabric; matching half-slip and pants; stockings and suspenders. He saw all this as she did a slow striptease, moving from shadow into the bars of light that came through the blinds. She seemed to leap out of the gloom with a fiery suddenness before disappearing again into the darkness. The play of light and shade on her body made her more mysterious and elusive. He could smell her fragrance whenever she came close to the bed.

  She twisted her arms behind her in that way men have never learned, and unsnapped her bra. As it fell to the floor she cupped her breasts, holding them up for him to see. She stroked and pinched the nipples until they stood out stiffly. Tom’s excitement grew as the dance went on. His cock felt big enough to burst. Beth came closer and dangled her breasts near his mouth. Tom reached up to pull her down alongside him, but she eluded him and stepped back.

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sp; ‘There’s no hurry,’ she admonished him. ‘Relax and enjoy the show.’ Whenever she stirred, a waft of her perfume enveloped his head in a cloud of delicious scent. Tom’s senses swam dizzily. Beth knelt suddenly beside the bed and drew his face to her breasts, inviting him to lick and nuzzle them. No second invitation was needed, and she sighed with pleasure as his lips and tongue circled her nipples, his teeth nipping gently at the taut flesh. She swayed forward to offer herself to him. His hands rose to join his busy mouth. It seemed that Beth was about to lose control, but she drew back once more, pushing his hands away. She stood up and made a small moue of annoyance.

  ‘I told you there’s no hurry. Lie still.’ She moved to her jewellery box on the bureau and picked out a pair of handcuffs. She came back to the bed and told Tom, ‘Put your hands through the bars of the headboard above your head.’ She looked both stern and mocking at once. Although surprised, Tom did as she directed. Beth drew his hands together and locked the handcuffs onto his wrists.

  ‘We can get on with things now,’ she remarked as she stepped back to admire the effect and to be admired in her turn. ‘You may look as much as you like, but you can’t touch just yet.’ Once more that mocking tone.

  Beth sat down on the bench before her vanity mirror. From where he lay Tom could see both a front and a rear view of this strange and disturbing woman he had picked up on impulse. He thought that maybe the pick-up had been the other way round. A new experience for him. Usually it was he who had to make the approach, and he found the role reversal strangely exciting.

  Beth stretched like a cat, arching her back and lifting her breasts invitingly. Tom felt an accompanying rise in his cock as he looked at the woman who was just out of reach. Beth smiled when she saw his reaction, as if she enjoyed being responsible for his arousal. When she crossed her legs, Tom heard the sibilant whisper of nylon against nylon. Beth seemed to be settling herself comfortably, and Tom wondered how long he’d have to wait. Or if she intended to consummate the encounter at all. And when did she intend to let him go? He thought briefly of what he would do when she let him go if she had only teased him for hours. And the idea of hour-long teasing by this remarkable woman was exciting in itself.

  Beth toyed with her nipples and he watched as she made them harden again. ‘Like what you see?’

  ‘Come here,’ he said.

  She shook her head, no. ‘Watch and enjoy.’ Beth slipped her pants slowly down her legs and kicked them aside. She turned to face Tom on the bed and spread her legs for him to admire. Her pubic hair was a darker shade than he’d expected. It was thick and curly but didn’t conceal her labia, which showed as a slash of delicate pink between her thighs. She used her fingers to spread her lips and Tom caught a glimpse of the clitoris. He felt his cock harden again.

  Beth noticed too. ‘I see I’ve got your attention,’ she remarked. She stood up and strode about the room, turning so that he could see her from all angles. At one point she turned her back to him and spread her legs. Then she bent over and grasped her ankles. Her long hair swept the floor and he could see a tiny twist of dark curly hair where her long legs divided. Her upside-down smile was wide. She seemed to be enjoying his reaction and his helplessness.

  Beth straightened up and made a move to come over to the bed, but at that moment the telephone rang. She left the room to answer it, and Tom heard her speaking to someone about repairs to her car: ‘Today? You think you can begin today?’ There was a touch of annoyance in her voice when she said this. ‘But you told me you couldn’t possibly do the work until tomorrow.’ There was a pause, and she continued, ‘Well, I’ll have to get it down to you then. I can’t wait until next week.’ She put the phone down and came back into the bedroom. She bent over Tom and offered her breasts to him. He resumed work on them with his lips, tongue and teeth and was gratified to see her prompt response. The nipples grew taut and the areolae crinkled as he worked on them. Beth’s hands shook slightly in excitement as she cupped herself for him, and her breath grew shallow and rapid. She closed her eyes as he aroused her.

  Abruptly she shifted onto the bed, kneeling astride him with her face poised above his erection. She spread her thighs on either side of his head and lowered herself until his mouth met her cunt. When she felt his tongue on her sex she leaned forward to take him into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and he stiffened in pleasure. His tongue found her clitoris and he licked eagerly away at it, now and then nipping it gently between his teeth as it became engorged. She bit back a groan as he worked over her cunt. Apparently she was holding back so as not to find her release too soon. She applied herself to his cock as he applied himself to pleasuring her. It may have been her way of taking her mind off what was happening between her own legs, but she was only capable of so much resistance. He could feel her warmth, and there was no hiding how wet she had become.

  There was another abrupt shift and Tom felt the cold air on his cock as she turned around to position herself over it. She took it in her hand and guided him into herself, and the renewal of warmth around that most sensitive part of himself almost made him lose control. It required all his will to tear his thoughts away from the warm slickness that engulfed him. He thought of going to work, taking a walk – anything but what was uppermost in his mind. But try as he might, Tom was only too aware of the handcuffs and the musky smell of the body that was moving to its own rhythm atop him. Beth was now grinding her breasts against his chest, and her hips were describing a tight circle as she swooped and dived on the spike of flesh embedded in her. With a strangled cry Beth came. Tom felt her clamp down on him. He clamped down on himself just in time. He wanted to give her as many orgasms as he could before he reached the point of no return himself. The smooth brushing of her nylon-sheathed thighs against his flanks didn’t help his self-control.

  One of his – indeed many men’s – fantasies involved making wild abandoned love to a beautiful woman in stockings and suspenders, and this was exactly what he was doing. Ordinarily he would have been using his hands to caress those legs and savour the feel of the smooth nylon beneath his fingers. That Beth had handcuffed him so that he couldn’t touch her made him even more aware of her erotic appeal. He wanted to reach up and touch everything – every part of her. This was the first time he had been unable to touch his partner, and that made him want to touch her all the more. Was Beth aware of the effect she had created by making him her prisoner? He didn’t know then, but later, when they had become lovers, she told him she had used the handcuffs quite deliberately to tantalise him with her body.

  She shifted once more above him, stretching her legs down along his so that their whole length of nylon-sheathed flesh was rubbing on him as she came again. She groaned deep in her throat and squeezed her legs together convulsively around him. She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him fiercely against her as she came again and again. Tom lost count of her orgasms. When he could hold himself no longer he lost all interest in counting. Beth rode him as he spent himself inside her. His growl and her groan of completion blended nicely. Beth lay atop him for a long time, the sweat drying on their bodies as their breathing slowed. Eventually she stood up and he could see the dark patches where the sweat had soaked through her sheer blue stockings. She looked almost indecently sated as she stared down at him in sleepy contentment. ‘Don’t you think there’s something deliciously decadent about making love in the afternoon?’ she asked.

  The question didn’t seem to require an answer. Once again he felt the urge to stroke her and rouse her to her earlier passion but the handcuffs ensured that he was still playing by her rules.

  She went to fetch a towel from the bathroom and came back drying herself in all of the places he wanted to touch himself. Beth seemed to be well aware of his desire. She took her time, letting him see all of her as she dried her legs and her crotch. The smell of her still filled his nostrils. She turned around so that she faced him fully and stretched her arms above her head, lifting her mag
nificent breasts with the nipples looking all crushed and flat after their lovemaking. Her eyes were half-closed as she looked at Tom lying on the disordered bed. She finished drying between her legs and moved over to the bed. Idly she reached out to touch Tom’s now flaccid cock. He felt a stirring almost like an electric shock as she dried him off, using the towel one-handed and holding him with the other.

  ‘I’m not complaining, mind you, but you don’t have to do that,’ he heard himself saying. ‘I’ll do it myself if you’ll just unlock these,’ nodding toward the handcuffs.

  ‘I’m not ready to let you go yet. I have to go out for a bit. The car has to go into the garage and I’d like to find you still here when I get back.’

  ‘You needn’t worry about that. I was hoping you’d suggest something like that anyway.’

  ‘Still, I think I’ll keep you as you are,’ Beth replied as she began to take off her damp stockings. ‘The thought of you waiting here for me will be pleasantly stimulating. Don’t you think so?’

  Tom didn’t answer her question. He wasn’t sure he knew the answer. This situation was entirely new to him, and he couldn’t say just what he felt. He watched as she chose a dry pair of stockings from the bureau and put them on. When she had clipped the suspenders to her stockings, Beth picked up the damp sweaty pair and a scarf. With these she approached the bed. ‘Open wide.’

  Tom did as she asked. It never occurred to him to demur. She then gagged him with the stockings and tied them in place with the scarf. He could taste her perfume faintly, and the salty tang of her sweat more strongly, in his mouth.

  He watched while Beth finished dressing. As she left, she said casually, ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can. You’ll be all right here. No one will be coming in. And I’ll have a special treat for you when I get back. Try to get some rest.’ And she was gone. Tom heard the door close, and the rattle of her keys as she locked it behind her. Then, her footsteps receded along the hall and silence filled the room. Tom couldn’t do anything else, so he tried to take Beth’s advice. He dozed and woke several times. There were footsteps coming and going from time to time, and the late afternoon turned into early evening. Still no Beth. Tom began to see the down side of the situation he’d let himself get into. When she had handcuffed him, Tom had felt a new excitement. And the sex afterwards had been great, made all the more enjoyable by his inability to influence the action. Having to leave all the initiatives to the woman had been a great turn-on. But now he was just a bit worried about the consequences.