Chapter 9
When the car pulls to a stop, Frank lets me know I can take my blindfold off.
I blink as I adjust my eyes to the dim light of a lamp light in front of a winding path.
I say thank you to Frank and he lets me know he’ll be right there in three hours to collect me.
I open the blacked-out BMW door and climb out of the car, closing the door as carefully as possible so as to not draw any attention.
The house I’ve just been dropped off to is a big double story detached house in a long street of detached houses with neighbours.
I hurry up the pathway through a manicured garden of shrubs and bushes.
Once I’m at the big green door I wait and wonder if I should knock when I glance up to see a motion camera.
I have no doubt that whoever is behind this door knows I have arrived.
In a moment of uncertainty, I wonder what kind of a person lives here.
The door makes an unlatching noise from a lock and a man stands in the doorway, light streaming in behind him so I can only see his outline.
“Please come in,” he murmurs in a low, quiet voice.
I move my feet quickly inside and the door is closed swiftly behind me.
“Roxy,” he states. I nod. “I’m Henry.” Reaching out his arm, I shake his hand. His giant hand almost engulfs my tiny one and I wonder if my fingers will survive the crush of his hand.
“Follow me.”
It’s then that I take in my surroundings.
The interior of the house has crisp white walls and dark wooden flooring.
Black frames adorn the entranceway walls showcasing black and white photos of different landscapes and countries.
They’re beautiful photos and I wonder for a moment if Henry is a photographer.
More photos line the stairway that I glance over as I follow Henry up the stairs.
He leads me down a hallway lined with closed doors on either side of me until we stop at the last one on the right.
When Henry opens the door I almost gasp.
Inside there looks to be a hospital bed in the centre of the room with lighting set up around it and a camera angled on a pole towards the end of the bed.
I shudder, it looks like a medical theatre on set at a tv station.
As room set ups go, I was not expecting this one to look like this.
I’m not sure if it looks more like a medical examining room or a serial killer’s room who enjoys dismembering his victims. There is no plastic on the floors which I take as a good sign.
To the side, where you’d expect the medical instruments to be lined up on a side table, there is a heavily laden small trolley but the instruments are of the dildo variety.
I almost let out a sign of relief. No knives.
Taking in the rest of the room, it’s white like the entrance and hallway but has dark grey fluffy carpet. There is a black velvet sofa in the corner and a drinks trolley where Henry waits.
“Can I offer you a drink, Roxy? I am going to pour myself a whisky. I have Champagne on ice.”
Grateful for the offer, I reply quickly, “Champagne would be lovely, thank you Henry.” His eyes darken at me using his name.
I wonder if it’s his actual real name rather than the alias he’s supposed to use.
I watch as he pours himself two fingers of amber liquid.
Then he uncorks a Dom Perignon bottle and pours out a flute for me.
“Thank you.” I smile as Henry hands me the flute, I take a sip and the delicious bubbling liquid slides down my throat like honey.
I take a few more sips in quick succession before Henry speaks again.
He’s looking at me intently, darkly. His eyes are burning into me and making the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
My instincts are firing, wary of this solid man of muscle.
He’s wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt fitted tight across his huge chest. His forearms are massive, big veins prominent against his bulging muscles.
This man looks like he could tear me in half with his bare hands.
Maybe just the one hand to break my neck.
I blanch at these thoughts invading my mind.
“Drink up Roxy, I would like you to be nice and relaxed for me,” Henry instructs as he tips his own glass back in one gulp. “Come, sit down on the sofa for a minute.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice; I’ve already sipped half the glass—the second half doesn’t take me long whilst I’m seated on his lovely posh velvet sofa. The bubbles are going straight to my head, and I encourage the heady feeling of being tipsy and relax back a little.
“Have you been stretched before Roxy?”
“No, I-I haven’t. This is my first time.”
“Excellent. That is music to my ears Roxy. I want to be the first person to fill up your beautiful holes to their maximum capacity. Then I want to watch you gape for me.”
I let out a nervous laugh. I don’t know what to say in reply. This man is slightly scaring me; my brain is telling me to run. But his words are turning me on and the intention set in his eyes is sparking a light within my core.
“It’s time to get you undressed, Roxy.”
“Would you like me to take my shoes off?” I don’t know why I am asking this, he must want me to. I kick myself for asking a stupid question. It must be the wine loosening my lips.
“Yes please.”
I remove my shoes before pulling the straps of my black minidress down each shoulder and arm and then past my braless breasts.
There is one hickey on my left breast that James gave me last night.
It seems he’s taken to branding me to stake his ownership over me.
That makes my pussy flutter thinking of his possessiveness.
I stand, letting the fabric fall to the floor before stepping out of it.
Henry moves close on the sofa, wrapping one meaty arm around my body to pull me closer to him.
“Allow me.” He gradually, slowly lowers my black thong down my hips like he’s opening a Christmas gift. Seeing my bare pussy he breathes in.
“Turn around and bend over—put your arms onto the bed, let me see all of you.”
Blushing, I do as he asks. Naked and tipsy I rest my forearms and head on the hospital looking bed that doesn’t have any side bars.
“Spread your legs. Wider.” He kicks my feet apart expectantly to his desired position. I feel wholly exposed. What is he going to do to me now?
With both hands Henry parts my arse cheeks as wide as they will go.
Is he trying to open up my tight back hole?
Then he spits and rubs his fingers from my arsehole to my pussy.
I almost moan at his touch. My body is responding to his touch before my brain can keep up.
I want him to stop at my clit and he reads my mind.
He does pause at my sensitive bud, circling his fingers as I bare down on him. It feels good, he’s helping me relax.
“You remember your safe word?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“And that is?” Henry asks sternly.
“Neptune,” I reply.
“Excellent. Climb onto the bed, Roxy. My cock is leaking to see how much you can take.”
I straighten up and awkwardly climb onto the bed. It’s on wheels and has a controller to raise or lower the bed. Where did he even get one of these?
“Put your head on the two pillows there and lift your bum please.” I do as I’m told.
Then Henry picks up a cylindrical cushion and slides it under my bottom.
He picks up both my feet, bends my legs at the knees and places my feet down flat either side of my knees.
At this angle he has a perfect view of everything.
Thank goodness I had that glass of Champagne, I’m not sure I would have been able to relax at this much open exposure.
“Let’s begin the show, Roxy.” A true smile grows across his face, it would be beautiful if his eyes didn’t look so menacing. My heart rate increases. What is about to happen?
Henry turns on the camera and the lighting. I feel like I’m about to have a surgical procedure but instead Henry picks up a rather small butt plug and a tube of lube. I watch as he rubs the lube over the plug and then squirts a drop on my back hole. The cool gel is welcome against my heated skin.
I watch like an out of body experience as he nudges my arsehole gently, much more careful than I had anticipated. I had expected him to be rough and forceful but in actual fact his movements are softer and gentle.
“Relax for me Roxy, there’s a good girl. You can touch yourself if that helps.” I preen, what is it with these men and their praise… I can’t get enough.
I’m relieved. I do touch myself and it’s heaven.
My clit is sparking while I’m watching this man with fascination.
I’m enjoying watching him push a plug into my body.
I loosen up with each circle of my fingers around my clit helping the largest part of the plug to enter my tight ring of muscle.
Once it’s passed, it’s sucked in and stops.
“Beautiful Roxy, it looks stunning.” I flush at his words.
“Let me give you a sip of champagne as a reward.” Henry stands, picks up my glass, tops it up and saunters over to me.
“Open your mouth for me, Roxy.” I do as he says and he pours champagne into my mouth, only a tiny bit slips past my lips and rolls down my chin.
“Thank you,” I say with my words and my eyes. That champagne is really something.
“Deep breaths, let’s pull this plug out of you.” And with that, he’s back at the end of the bed and nudges the plug, my body tries to keep a hold of it but he keeps the pressure and my back hole releases it. “Good girl.” He puts the plug onto the trolly and picks up a large dildo.
Rubbing lube onto the large phallus, he goes to insert it but before he does he runs a finger through my folds. “You’re dripping Roxy. You’re enjoying yourself?” It’s a question as well as a statement.