Nurse · Part 2 (2/2)
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“That’s fine with me.”
He kissed her briefly, on the lips.
“Kay, it’s been a long day – mind if I go to sleep?”
“No, I’m tired too.” It didn’t take long for her to float off, and she had no idea how long she’d been dozing when some wild man dragged her back to shore.
“Kneel up. That’s right, now spread your thighs.”
Next thing, Kay felt the wild man’s cock inside her.
The angle was deep, and Tarzan’s erection was bursting.
“Owww!” she complained.
“Shut up!” he snapped, followed by “I don’t think
I’m going to last long…”
It was prophetic. Michael soon ejaculated with loud groans of satisfaction.
“Sorry babe, couldn’t help it. I often wake in the early hours and can’t get back to sleep. Then I saw you lying there and gave into temptation…”
Kay glanced at the green numerals by the bed.
It had just gone four AM. She sighed in resignation. “Well, I don’t like you telling me to shut up, but as quickies go that wasn’t bad.”
He kissed her forehead.
“Sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean it. I think you’ve brought out the caveman in me.”
“Maybe.” She smiled as she rested one arm across his hairy chest. Her slightly sore pussy throbbed a bit. She liked the feeling, as well as his slight mustiness. The scent of sex clung to him like pricey cologne.
It was still dark though, and it wasn’t long before the sandman claimed her again.
He kissed her cheek, it woke her and she groggily looked up. In the creeping daylight, she saw him smiling down, and then noticed his suit and shirt. “Michael, you’re dressed already? Give me a moment, I’ll get up…”
“No, stay there. You could do with the rest. I’ve got to get going though, some important appointments.
There’s food in the fridge, make yourself breakfast.
There’s someone I want you to meet, Cindy my personal assistant.
She’ll be here at eleven, if that’s OK?
I’ve given her instructions to take you shopping, no expense spared. She knows where to go.”
“I couldn’t, really I couldn’t – and besides, I start work at one thirty.” Kay was struggling to come round and get back in control.
“Bugger it. Call in sick. I want to treat you.”
His firmness surprised her, and the idea of missing an afternoon of bedpans and drips for a troll round the stores wasn’t unpleasant.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“OK, you’ve converted me.” She saw him grin.
“Good. Now relax, it’s still early. See you later.”
He gave her one last passionate kiss on the mouth, before he disappeared through the bedroom door. She looked round, wide awake now. Hell, what was she doing? But the thought vanished fast; quite honestly, she didn’t care. She was along for the ride, there’d be consequences, but she’d worry about them later.
She’d just drained her mug when she jumped at the sound of the front door opening. Next, she was staring into the face of a stranger.
The beautiful woman smiled.
“I take it you’re Kay?”
“Yes, and you’re Cindy, Michael’s assistance?” Said
Kay, a little uncertainly. She saw the mannequin’s eyes sparkle.
“Yes dear, I’m the little darling’s general dogsbody.”
Kay quickly warmed to her easy tone.
There was a friendly wit under the perfect exterior. “Well, I hope he pays enough for the privilege.”
“Oh but he does.”
The woman flashed gold rings and immaculate nails.
They both giggled, and then Kay asked a question, “How come? I thought all public servants lived on slave wages?”
“Some slaves provide indispensable services, if you know what I mean.” Cindy raised her eyebrows.
“What? You and Michael?” Kay was dismayed, but wanted to know more.
“No, absolutely not.
Nothing like that. He’s not my type, but I keep his private life in order – and keep his friends happy as well. That’s the key to influence you know, friends in high places – people who rely on you to keep their secrets and take care of their needs.”
“Oh…” Kay wasn’t sure what Cindy meant, but she didn’t want to look stupid.
“Right, I see.” She noticed the woman’s conspiratorial look.
“Come on then darling, I’ve got orders to kit you out.
Only the best you know, seems Michael’s smitten.
What did you do to him?”
Kay sighed. “Nothing special. I’m a student nurse; we met when he had that emergency op. He’d been a bit difficult, but he let me do what was needed – in fact, he was a flirt. He seems a nice guy though, not stuck up, really friendly.”
“Aaahhh, that’s it then.
Michael just loves pretty young girls in uniform… Looks like you pushed all the right buttons. And as for his charm, it’s real enough.
His humble warmth has got him a long way, but don’t let it fool you.
He’s got the instincts of a cobra when it suits.
Couldn’t survive in politics without it.”
“Oh, I see…” Kay pensively replied, not knowing what to say.
The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind.
A high-priced lunch came first, and then some exclusive boutiques, select jewellers, shamefully expensive perfume, a private beauty spa and finally, a lingerie shop where small scraps of fabric cost a fortune.
It was 7 PM by the time Kay sat down with Cindy for a drink in a chic wine bar.
“What do you suppose Michael’s doing now?” asked Kay, “we’ve spent heaps of money.”
“Oh don’t worry about that darling, there’s plenty more where that came from. And right now, he could be anywhere. He told me to tell you he’d be in touch tomorrow.
Come on, let’s get pissed. Paul, Michael’s driver, will pick us up later.
I’ll give him a call when we’re ready.”
It was touching on midnight when Paul drove up to the lobby of the nurse’s home with a rather merry Kay in the back.
He opened the passenger door, and she wobbled out.
He gallantly caught her arm.
“Careful there miss.
Watch your step.”
“Thanks.” She gave him a warm smile, not noticing the thunderous Dave, her boyfriend, leaning on the wall. She was shocked when she heard him.
“Where the fuck have you been!” he yelled, “and who’s this? Your bit on the side?”
He roughly grabbed her elbow, and then all Kay heard was a pathetic yelp. Next thing, she saw him with his nose pressed to the ground, Paul’s foot on his neck.
On the way home she’d chatted easily with Michael’s driver, apparently he was ex-SAS.
“Listen here sunshine, the lady doesn’t want to be bothered. Now fuck off, before I break your arm.”
Kay heard another cry of agony, before Paul let her lover go. The next sound she remembered was the roar of an engine, as a rowdy British motorbike disappeared into the night.
The next morning Kay woke with a sore head and dry mouth.
Thank God it was a day off. Slipping on a robe, she wandered out to the communal kitchen to put the kettle on.
The power point in her room was only good for radios and the like.
Bumping into some friends, she chatted a bit; by the time she got back to her room, there was a note on her door, ‘Phone Michael on his private number
ASAP.’ Obviously, she’d missed his call and some kind soul had taken a message.
She groaned, thinking about Dave her boyfriend.
It was definitely finished, but after three years together, she couldn’t leave it at that. After some water and a cup of coffee, she felt better and headed down the hall to the callbox. Her heart was pounding and her palms were clammy as she lifted the receiver. Her hands shook when she dialled the number.
“Can I speak to Dave?” He lived with his widowed mother, she heard her call him.
“David, it’s Kay.”
She waited nervously.
“Yes?” he said at last.
“Dave, it’s over between us, but I wanted to talk after what happened last night. I’m sorry, it wasn’t my fault, but that doesn’t change anything. I don’t want to see you any more.”
He begged, and whined, and then screamed in anger, but Kay was unmoved even when he threatened suicide.
Calmly hanging up in the middle of his rant felt good.
She’d done the right thing; she’d been straight.
It was his problem now, and then she quickly lifted the phone again and called Michael.
“Hullo” he answered.
“I got your message.”
“Kay? Good to hear you.
Can I take you to lunch?”
She hadn’t made any plans, and she loved his company. She decided to travel with the tide. “Yes, that’ll be fine. What time?”
“I’ll get Paul to pick you up at twelve?”
“Don’t you ever drive yourself?” It was Kay’s nature to test assumptions.
“Why, would you like me to?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. See you at twelve then.”
Kay smiled as she walked back to her room.
The restaurant was classy, and Michael was as courteous as ever. His wit still made her giggle. She felt her pulse increase when he gave her that look again, at the end of their meal.
“Come back with me Kay?”
“What’s the problem? Are all your other mistresses out of town?” she teased.
“Don’t say things like that. It’s not true.”
“Really?” She stared at him thoughtfully.
“Really. Come back with me, please?”
This time, Michael took her to a different part of the
Victorian terrace, a basement apartment.
“What are we doing here? What’s this place?”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, it’s my other flat.
Let’s just say it’s my playground.”
The door swung open, and she peered into the darkness.
Michael clicked the lock behind them, and then flipped a switch.
The crimson glow barely lit the hall, but even so, it was plain the address was expensively furbished. He led her to the large main room, and Kay drew a breath.
You couldn’t call it a ‘lounge,’ it looked more like a gothic torture chamber. Black shutters on the windows blocked the sun, and red lamps made eerie shadows.
“What’s this? And what’s these?”
“Don’t worry, they’re only my toys.
I wouldn’t hurt you, ever.”
Kay wandered around the equipment, curious. There were stocks, chains on the wall, various implements in a glass cabinet, lots of cupboards and wooden horse that should have been in a school gym.
A wrought iron bed sat in one corner.
Kay touched the stocks in fascination, “Where did you get this piece from?”
“An auction. It’s my favourite, would you like to try it?”
She laughed. “You’re kidding?” and then she caught the serious look in his eyes.
“No” he whispered, “I’m not.”
She saw him suddenly open a closet and pull out a nurse’s uniform, some large frilly knickers, stockings and a matching suspender belt.
“Put these on for me?”
“And then what?”
“And then you can try my pet toy while I fuck you.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Please Kay. I’ll make sure you enjoy it, I promise.”
His face was pleading, and she noticed a large erection inside his trousers. Remembering the intensity of their last session, she decided to push her boundaries.
“OK.” She felt his eyes burn into her as she changed, and then she noticed something different about the panties, “They’ve got a slit in the crotch.”
“Yes” he said, and grinned.
She shivered when he padlocked her into place, left wrist, neck, right wrist. She’d never felt so vulnerable. He kneaded her breasts through the outfit.
“Well my little nursey, who’s in charge now? Maybe
I’ll be a very naughty boy and undo your buttons so I can play with your nipples.”
He did; she felt a hand slide under her bra and squeeze.
“You’ve got great tits,” he murmured.
Kay loved the sensation, and then his groin casually brushed her arse. He was still dressed, but his arousal was obvious. After that, holding her hips tight, he deliberately rubbed against her.
“Oh God, I have to stop, or I’ll come in my trousers.
Spread your legs, now.”
Kay followed the instruction, and felt a hand creep between her thighs. Two fingers pushed through the gash in her undies.
“You’re a horny little bitch aren’t you? You’re very wet.”
Kay didn’t answer, just took a deep breath and wriggled.
“I’m going to make you come, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I want to see your lovely behind tremble.”
Michael was very skilled; he played with her bud and the flesh around it like a master. He obviously enjoyed the building heat, and his power.
Kay moaned loudly when she orgasmed, it was like a slow motion explosion – and she couldn’t help the earthy tremors below her waist when she lost it. Then she felt
Michael start to fuck her; he didn’t even take off his pants. He just pulled his cock through his open fly, edgy with lust.
“Shit!” he yelled.
He pushed even harder when he spurted, and then clung on tightly until every drop was spent.
“Looks like I’ve done it again. You’re a very bad girl, turning me on like that.” He was panting as he said it.
The next few weeks passed in a dream.
Kay’s wardrobe expanded, along with her bank balance.
Michael was very generous; no mistress of his would live in penury.
She found it harder and harder to turn up for duty, holding vomit bowls and wiping bums just didn’t match being with him. In fact, she wondered why she bothered, looking at her pay.
Nursing was a last choice anyway. She loved history and English at school, and dreamt of being an archaeologist, journalist or writer; she just couldn’t afford it.
But when her new lover begged her to move in and be his kept woman, she balked. She wasn’t ready, until that fateful day.
“Nurse McPherson! This is a disgrace; it’s the fourth time in a row you’ve been ten minutes late.
I’ll have to write a report.”
Kay’s eyes narrowed, and then her temper erupted.
“Please do, and then shove it up your arse!”
There was no going back when she turned and walked out.
She ferried her gear to Michael’s flat; this was a new chapter. He became her Svengali, pushing her limits and increasing his hold.
His other apartment, his ‘playground,’ became her second home while he taught her his kinks. He handcuffed her hands behind her back and chained them to the ceiling, after asking her to kneel. Then he’d sit in an armchair, while she learnt to pleasure him the way he liked. She’d never had anal sex until Michael strapped her face down to the iron bed, and very gently showed her the way. He was particularly fond of her in nurse’s uniform though; it was his special thing. But through every lesson, he was caring and tender.
The best Svengali’s always are, and he always made sure she was satisfied. He adored watching her come. Kay had it all, hot sex, no more alarm clocks and money.
One day, he forced the perimeters even further.
“Kay, I’ve got some good friends. They just want to watch, that’s all. Just watch. My place is private and discrete. They can’t afford to be seen.”
It took her a while to agree, but when she did, she discovered an unexpected personality. She called her ‘Crystal, the slut.’ Crystal loved an audience and got drunk on their lust.
She also noticed her cheque account was always full.
Seems the secret guests weren’t stingy.
Perhaps it was inevitable, but during one session, a high profile visitor took her from behind while she was chained at Michael’s knees.
At first, he just stroked and touched appreciatively, but when the heat became unbearable, he fucked her hard. Another barrier was broken. The next day, five hundred pounds turned up at her bank.
It was clear how Michael gained power in his circle.
Soon after, she shared a coffee in a smart bistro with
Cindy, Michael’s glamorous PA. “You knew about this from the beginning, didn’t you? Do you entertain for him as well?” She saw the sex kitten smile.
“Yes, and yes. It’s an easy life darling, as you know.
I’m used to the best by now, I don’t want to be broke again, ever.
You’ve got it good sweetheart. Michael’s a total gentleman, and he adores you, despite his unusual tastes.
He likes women; that’s why he’s so successful.
It’s different from just lusting after them.
Most men do that, unless they’re gay.”
Kay sipped her brew, deep in thought.
“What do you do, exactly?” She’d noticed Cindy’s glow.
“Well, it varies, but I make the rules.
These guys are putty when it comes to women, they think with their dicks.
Fortunately, they’ve got the cash to support their tastes – and they need somewhere, and someone, totally discrete.”
And that’s why, at thirty-two, Kay owned a large country house, four investment properties, two cars and spent six months each year travelling the world. She had time for her passions, and published a couple of books.
The hidden history of women fascinated her, and her second hardback was about Nightingale’s angels. Seems the women she took with her to wipe fevered brows in the Crimea were streetwalkers, respectable ladies shied away from mopping bodily fluids.
Kay loved the irony, Madonna and whore, two sides of the same coin.
Just that one paid better, and Kay made a decision in that coffee shop, scrabbling for loose change in the corners of an old mattress at the end of the month was over forever.
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