BEYOND THE CONTRACT

The blindfold

Robin shook his head. “Mercenaries. I’m going to head back to the office. I’m still expecting that call from Beijing and I haven’t finished reading the financial report on Gotto. There is something there that doesn’t make sense.” Robin paid the bill and the three gentlemen exited the restaurant.

A long sigh of relief escaped Andrea lips. “He didn’t turn you in,” said Haden. “He lied.”

“He could have so screwed me. I bet they would have pressured him to drop me.”

“Maybe he likes being with you.”

“I’ll have to work on my IQ. Or get breast reduction surgery.” Andrea waved her hand as the waitress passed by. “Miss, our bill. Pardon?”

The waitress stopped, rebalanced her loaded tray and smiled. “Mr. Borders covered it. He’s so good looking. Those eyes. Do you know him?”

“Yes, we are old friends. Does he come here a lot?”

“His office is up the street. He drops in a couple of times a week when he’s working late and just wants to get out of the office.” The waitress left to serve another table.

Andrea rubbed her chin. “Up the street, huh? Let’s go take a look.” “What?”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to march in and ask to see him. I just want

to see what his office tower looks like.” Andrea opened the restaurant door and stepped out. “Right or left?”

Hayden snuggled down into his winter jacket. “The waitress pointed left.”

Arms linked together, they marched through the frigid night air. One block later, a sign loomed before them--BordersTower. Andrea pushed the rotating door. Stepping in, she entered the office tower’s main lobby with Hayden at her heels. Polished marble and brass greeted her. Although cavernous, the lobby had the hushed tones of a library reading room. “Holy shit.” whispered Andrea.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” replied Hayden. “You are way over your head.”

“Let’s get out of here.” Stepping into the cold night air, she turned to Hayden. “I can’t handle this. The guy’s a bizillionaire. What am I supposed to do?”

“Ah, young grasshopper, think. Where does the pup flee to every Tuesday for the past eight weeks? Yes, to your arms.” Hayden whistled and waved.“ Since he paid, you can afford a cab. How many weeks in a row do you think he dates the same girl?”

“Well it depends on the boob to IQ ratio.” She slammed the cab door, thankful for Haden’s suggestion. The cab was stiflingly warm.

“Exactly. But you are special,” said Haden. “You challenged him and stood up to him. He must respect you if he keeps coming back.”

Andrea stepped out of the elevator and paused. She checked her watch, 1:45. She’d beaten Robin to the apartment most Tuesdays, but not today. “Strip.”

She removed her clothes, folded them as she went and placed them in a bundle next to the elevator doors. “Kneel.”

The marble was cold to the touch. Andrea settled herself and waited. “Hands clasped behind your back. Head lowered. Good. Today you respond to me as a master.” After a pause, he said, “And the correct response at this point would be?”

“Yes, Master?”

He smiled. “Good guess, but you took way too long to answer. Come here.”

Hesitating, Andrea stared at him.

He nodded. “Yes you can stand and walk normally. Hands behind your back. Head lowered. Eyes down remember.”

She dropped her head.

“Since you took too long to reply, and you forgot the simplest of commands, you must be punished. Bend over the back of the couch.”

Surprised, Andrea froze in place. She suspected what was about to happen, but that hadn’t occurred since she was in diapers. Resting her hips on the back of the couch, she leaned forward.

Her buttocks quivered when Robin’s hand caressed her. “Hmm, how many spanks for being too slow? Five?” Without warning his caress switched to a swift swat of his hand.

“Oh!” Andrea felt the shudder of her buttock under the force of his slap. It wasn’t a vicious strike but a firm and forceful one.

Again his hand slapped her curved buttocks. The heat between her legs didn’t begin to build, it exploded as if a match had been placed near gas vapors. After three more strokes he added, “And for disobeying my direct commands. Tell me Andrea, how many spanks?”

“One per order I disobeyed, Master.” A short sharp slap told her the answer was incorrect. “Three per order. On each cheek.”

Again his hand connected with the bare flesh of her buttock.

Andrea gasped, then blurted out, “Do this so I will learn to obey your commands.”

The rapid flurry of strikes brought a burning sensation to her sensitive flesh. “Stand up. Walk over to the coffee table.”

Andrea glanced where to go, then lowered her head and clasped her hands behind her back.

Robin chuckled. “Good girl. See how effective a little explanation can be.”

She stood next to the coffee table, on which there were many items, but she could identify nothing, a thick towel covered everything.

“Last Tuesday, while you played, I heard everything you said and also what you hinted at. I don’t want to hurt or scare you, so if I unknowingly go too far, say stop. Don’t be afraid to say it. This has got to be a trust thing. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Robin reached under the towel and pulled out a dark-blue silk sash and placed it over her eyes. “Trust me?”

“Yes, Master.”

The silk pressed up against her face and wrapped behind her head. She felt the knot tighten. “Lock your fingers behind your neck. Stand with your feet apart.”

“Good girl.” As he spoke, he circled Andrea. “Now you are completely exposed and vulnerable. I can see you but you can’t see me. You don’t know where the sound of my voice will come from. Nor do you know where I will touch you.” He tickled the back of her right calf. Andrea jumped. “Naked and so vulnerable, how does it make you feel?”

“I am nervous but trusting, Master.”

“Explain.”

“This is a very scary position. It is one in which I have never been before. It is embarrassing to be so exposed. Even to someone who has explored my entire body. But I know you will not hurt me, Master. I trust you. How may my body serve you?”

Andrea’s ears strained to hear any sound that would identify what was happening. She was blinded by the sash. Ears alert, she heard the familiar clink of ice on glass then experienced the surprise touch of the ice cube to the flesh between her breasts. In a figure eight pattern Robin drew an ice path around one breast then over and circled the other. He repeated the pattern drawing it closer to her n*****s with each pass.

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