Everyone had to move on sometime, she thought sadly. And it wasn’t as if she had shut herself away, mourning his loss.
On the contrary, she spent more and more time with von Ritter, especially since he’d found a decent apartment. They played kinky sex games almost every night—rope bondage, spanking with all kinds of implements, nipple clamps, sex toys of every description. Yet they had still never had full sexual intercourse.
Lydia wanted to ask why, but, on the other hand, she was afraid of the answer.
They did everything else—hand jobs, oral sex, penetration with dildos and vibrators, even butt plugs. But the joining of their flesh, cock to cunt—that was one frontier von Ritter seemed reluctant to cross. Was he waiting for some mythical right moment? Or would it never happen? Sooner or later, she was going to have to steel herself to ask outright.
But the Prom was mere days away and the orchestra had entered into a feverish time of intense rehearsal, pre-publicity and promotion. Relationship questions were going to have to wait. Besides, they were happy enough. Life was sweet, full of potential, excitement on the warm air. Why spoil it?
“I want to show you off,” said von Ritter, lying in bed after Lydia had swallowed down a mouthful of his semen.
“Show me off?” She wiped her mouth and lay down beside him.
“Yes.” He caressed her stomach idly. “Dress you up and take you somewhere. Let everyone know that you’re mine.”
Her pussy clenched at the words. Lately, von Ritter had talked more and more of ownership, of collaring, of some kind of test of commitment.
The idea excited her, but at the same time it seemed too soon. She was not sure she was ready to dedicate herself to him.
“Somewhere like where? Out for dinner?”
“No, Liebchen. I’m thinking more of a place where we can be ourselves. There is a private club in the city I used to visit.”
“A BDSM club?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Wow.”
“What do you think?”
“What would I have to do?”
“What would you have to do?” He rolled onto his side, grinning widely now, pinching her nipples between practiced fingers. “What you always have to do. What you’re told.”
“Would it be an orgy?” she asked, thinking back to the party in Vienna where she’d so memorably engaged with two famous movie stars.
“No, not an orgy. I don’t plan to share you. I just want to display you. I’m proud of you. You’re a wonderful submissive. I want all the other Doms to be jealous of me.”
“Oh, it’s about vanity and status, is it?” she teased.
“Isn’t everything? Sorry, that sounds cynical. No, it isn’t really. I just want everyone to know what a terrific girl I’ve got. Is that so bad?”
“I never said it was bad.” She thought about it, imagining dark dungeons and iron maidens against the dripping walls. “What’s it like there?”
“It’s very nice. Different rooms, you know. If you want a dungeon, you can have that. Or, if you don’t, there are plenty of other settings.”
“I see. What would I really have to do, Karl-Heinz? How far would you want to go?”
“Well, I guess I’d like to show off your body. Perhaps have a go at tying you up, maybe whipping you.”
“In front of an audience?”
“Yes, in front of an audience. But you won’t know any of them. How would you feel about that?”
She bit her lip. It really seemed far too silly to claim that she was shy, after everything she’d done. But she was. All the same, the activities von Ritter had mentioned appealed to her. The fantasy of being spanked in public was an old and often-visited one in the dark of the night.
And they wouldn’t know her…