Dirty Minds by T A Williams Page B

stomach. She murmured something incoherent. Her eyes were closed and she had a big, satisfied smile on her face. He ran it all over her body, the idea being that the tickling sensation would drive her mad. It had the opposite effect
    ‘I don’t know where you got that idea, but that’s great.’
    He ran the feather down her legs and tickled the soles of her feet. No response. He snorted in annoyance and gave up. She opened her eyes.
    ‘Now what? Anything else in your box of tricks? Oh wait, I know what. You’re going to have to untie me, lover. I have to go to the little girls’ room. Pronto.’
    He untied the ropes, still lost in his thoughts. None of this kinky stuff was working the way it was supposed to. He should have been the dominant master, her his obedient slave. When she came back, she found him still sitting there, a faraway look in his eyes. She came across and cradled his head against her.
    ‘What’s the matter, honey? Your little game not so good? Here, why don’t you let me do it to you?’
    He hesitated. This was a new twist. After a moment’s thought, he gave in.
    ‘What the hell, it might be fun.’
    ‘Of course it will.’
    She proved to be expert with ropes and knots. Catching his eye, she explained: ‘Girl guides.’
    Soon he was helpless on the bed. She took up the feather.
    ‘Now, let me see, where shall I start?’ She ran the feather across his stomach. His body bucked.
    ‘Wow, that tickles.’ He panted, straining against the ropes.
    She moved down to his feet, and he was soon jerking around and moaning. Running it up his legs, she concentrated on his groin and his stomach. He found himself screaming at her to stop.
    Before long, Jimmy was hammering on the lounge ceiling. His voice echoed plaintively up the stairs. ‘Give it a break, Clint. I’m working down here.’
    Pretty soon, the tears were running down his face and he was pleading with her to be released. Only then did she stop.
    ‘Now that, honey, is what BDSM is all about. Sure you like it?’
    He was in no fit state to answer, only relieved that the punishment had stopped. She collected her clothes and dressed, a gentle smile on her face. Finally she bent down and kissed him tenderly.
    ‘I’ll be hearing from you.’ And she left.
    As the door closed, he suddenly realised his predicament. He tugged at the ropes, but to no avail. He lay there fuming, until his bladder told him he needed to get up. With a very heavy heart, he cleared his throat, and called out.
    ‘Jimmy, can you come up here, please?’

Chapter Seventeen
    After the ham and eggs, Tom and Ros decided not to read the rest of the butler’s tale. They stuck to their agreement to avoid the subject of the book. They talked about all manner of things, from his years teaching in Italy, to her years as a model.
    ‘Is it hard to be beautiful?’
    She smiled across the table at him. ‘It’s a job. It’s quite a hard job, too. Even when I was ten or fifteen years younger, I didn’t just step out of bed and in front of the lens. I had a strict regime of exercise, diet and, of course, make-up. The most difficult look is the one where it looks as if you aren’t wearing any make up.’
    He scrutinised her face. He could see no sign of make-up. Did this mean she was so well made-up, he couldn’t see it?
    ‘And, you can stop staring. I’m not wearing any make-up tonight. I’ve just got off a train.’ She was laughing at his discomfort. ’
    Anyway, I often had to get up before dawn, so as to be ready for a car to pick me up at seven o’clock. Sometimes I wouldn’t come home till midnight. Then, six hours sleep and it all started again.’
    ‘And what sort of modelling did you do?’
    She gave him an impish grin. ‘You wouldn’t have seen me on page three, if that’s what you’re wondering. My boobs are too small, for a start, even if I wanted to do that sort of thing. And, believe me, I didn’t.’
    ‘I thought your face wasn’t familiar.’
    She