Diving In: Dresses And Dreams

We left Jack and Kyra alone, behind closed doors. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider eavesdropping. I could be wrong, but I’d say Tom and Dr. Michaels would have sooner joined me, ear to the wall, than anything else. Setting a good example in such circumstances can be difficult although all it required for me was to recall Italy. I certainly hope none of them were listening at the door on that particular occasion.

There was silence at first. Tom had something to do, checking over the room for hidden spy equipment, but Dr. Michaels and I found ourselves sitting side by side on a bed pretending to read from the same page of the same book. I probably should have taken some comfort in the fact I was not the only one terribly curious about what was happening in the room next door. Instead, I felt guilty, jumpy, and completely distracted by images I was ashamed to admit had even entered my mind.

It played out like a trashy romance novel. You know the kind, with the bare-chested hunk on the cover. Jack was the hunk, of course. As soon as we had left the room, he tore his shirt from his body like a man without patience. His muscles rippled and flexed as he stared at Kyra, now quivering on the bed. Was it anticipation or fear in her big green eyes?

Jack moved closer until he was leaning down on top of her prone form at the edge of the bed. His breath smelled like sweet winter mint. She gaze up at him, no remorse, and fluttered her long eyelashes. His determined anger wavered but did not falter. The index finger on his right hand wagged at her as his soft voice lectured her twitching ears. His lips grew ever closer to her lobes as he spoke of her bad, bad behavior.

Suddenly, his hands gripped her shoulders and yanked her to her feet. She gasped, surprised at the rough gentleness of his forceful move. Her lips reached for his, but he pulled back just before they met. Callously, he spun her away from him. The time for words was at an end and without any warning he ripped her white blouse down her arms until it was free. With a twitch of his wrist he sent it flying across the room to crash softly in the corner beside the door.

She cried out in surprise and embarrassment, but he paid her no mind. His hands moved on to her gray skirt. He slid it down her legs until it gathered in wrinkles around her feet and once there, he lifted her feet free, a leg at a time. She could have resisted but something made her cooperate. It could have been fear or passion or a mixture of both, but the end result was the same. She allowed him to bend her to his will.

He stood again and spun her around to face him once more. She blushed and found herself unable to meet his piercing gaze. Her modest white undergarments felt like beacons calling his eyes to her most private and tender flesh. She wanted desperately to shield them from his gaze, but her hands betrayed her and stayed motionless by her sides. The hot, humid air felt suddenly frigid and her nipples sprang forward, demanding attention and warmth.

Jack reached around behind his back and pulled his blue leather paddle from the back of his slacks. He pointed it with menace at Kyra and an slightly smile crept upon his cheeks. His eyes moved from her eyes to her breasts and then slowly, down, down, until they rested on her panty clad waistline.

“I think we’ll have those off.” He said.

His words were barely more than a whisper but they echoed like thunder in her head. The pink flush of her cheeks, brightened to red as the meaning became clear in her thoughts. Her fingers trembles at the waistband. Her breath shortened and thought the material slid down her legs in an instant, it seemed an eternity. Stepping out of them, she lifted the white satin material and offered it limply on a shaking hand to Jack. He merely point at the corner with the paddle and smiled a little more.

Kyra bit at her lower lip. She squeezed her eyes shut, but nothing changed. Defeated by the reality facing her, she tossed her useless panties to the corner and waited. Her nervous eyes darted from the floor to Jack’s pulsing chest and back to the floor again. She struggled to breathe with calm and failed. Jack stepped closer and slipped a finger under bra strap and pushed it off to the side where it dangled down her arm. Her eyes flashed upward into his as she realized what was coming.

“No.” she mouthed.

Jack nodded, yes. She inhaled sharply, looking for courage and somewhere, she found it. Her hands steadied and unfastened the clasp behind her back. The bra fell freely down her arms and without further thought or question, she flung it to join the rest of her discarded clothing. A new bravery overcame her and she met his gaze with her own. Her hands came to rest at her sides and she silently invited his exploration of all that she was.

He pretended not to care. His eyes drifted over her body, but only for a moment before he pushed passed her and sat down on the edge of the bed. Feeling shunned, she swallowed hard in a desperate attempt to hide the humiliation of rejection. Jack grabbed her by the arm and threw her over his lap. She shuddered in surprise or was it anticipation?

The paddle floated high in the air above her naked buttocks. Her legs tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. Jack slipped his own leg over hers pinning them in place. She made fist in the sheets and pounded frustration into the bed. He allowed her the freedom knowing it would make what was to come easier for her to endure.

Thwack!

The leather licked her soft white globes giving them a faint tint of color. Kyra moaned into the sheets and twisted as much as she could beneath his strong arm holding her down. Her hands reached backward, stretching out to ease the sting. It was hopeless and she knew it, but she tried anyway. Jack pinned her free arm to her back and raised the leather again.

Thwack!

Kyra whimpered in a way that sounded like a mixture of pain and passion. He smiled as her milky white globes sprang upward with a pink flush for his eyes alone. The mild sting was nothing compared to the frustration Kyra felt as she struggled helpless to prevent the many more spanks yet to come. Jack raised the paddle again, his eyes focused on the pink, naked flesh of the beautiful woman lying on his lap.

Snap!

A masculine hand appeared in front of my imaginings and abruptly I was brought back to reality with a burning flush on my face. Of course no one could possibly no the thoughts that had been coursing through my head, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing to have been caught in the midst of a daydream.

“You alright?” Jack asked.

Obviously he had finished his business with Kyra. I glanced at the clock next to the bed wondering just how long I’d been sitting there lost in my imagination. I cleared my throat and tried to laugh off the uncomfortable moment as something insignificant.

“Fine. I was just uh lost in thought.” I said.

“Clearly.” Jack said. “I was saying we have a dinner party to attend tonight. You’ll be accompanying me.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” I asked.

The words were out of my mouth before the implication hit my brain. Jack blinked like I had slapped him which made me blush. How foolish of me to think he’d ever be interested in me in that way. I masked my embarrassment with a well time giggle, insinuating it was all a joke. Jack chuckled, but it was slightly forced and I could tell I’d managed to make him uncomfortable. If that wasn’t enough, Dr. Michaels and Tom were staring at me.

“I’m afraid it’s all business.” Jack said.

“I guess I can’t say no then.” I said.

Tom nearly choked on a laugh.

“What about everyone else?” I asked.

“They’re coming too.” Jack said. “You and I have a place at the Ambassador’s table.”

“Sounds fancy. I don’t have a thing to wear.” I said.

“That’ll turn some heads.” Tom said.

It was Jack’s turn to choke on a laugh.

“Why Tom, I didn’t know you were even looking.” I said.

It was Tom’s turn to blush.

I smiled. So what if there was some devilish pleasure in it.

“Joe had a gown sent over for you. It’s hanging next door in your room.” Jack said.

I nodded, not exactly surprised by the news.

“I guess you’ll have to wait awhile longer to see me in the flesh.” I said to Tom.

“Shall I feign disappointment or bask in my relief?” Tom replied.

Failing to find a suitable a retort that didn’t involve four letter vulgarity, I stuck my tongue out and walked away before Tom, or anyone else, could say another word. I slipped through the open door between the rooms and closed it behind me. I wasn’t sure what state I would find Kyra in, but she was sitting on chair staring at her computer screens. To my surprise there were no signs of freshly cried tears or any other reason to think she might have been recently distraught. The only conclusion I could come to was that my daydream was even more fantasy than I thought.

The gown Jack spoke of was waiting for me on the back of the bathroom door. It was breathtaking just hanging there and I shamelessly decided it would be coronary inducing once I got it on. Feeling a bit like a freshman invited to the senior prom, I tore out of my business suit and slipped into the elegant burgundy dress. It fit snugly in all the right places and I smiled like a temptress, staring at myself in the mirror.

As if on cue, my phone rang.

“Hello.” I said.

“Miss West, I trust you received the evening gown?” Mr. Candle asked.

“Yes. It’s lovely.” I said.

“I’m glad you like it. Cathy assured me it would be a perfect fit.”

“She should have been a seamstress.” I said.

“I’ll tell her you were pleased.”

“Thank you.” I said. “Was there something else?”

“I trust Jack has informed you of the evening’s dinner?”

“Of course.”

I wondered if there was more to it than dinner, but decided it would be best to ask Jack directly rather than making him look bad to Joseph Candle.

“Excellent. Be careful and good luck.” Mr. Candle said.

The call disconnected before I could ask what I should be careful about. It was disconcerting, but there was no point in worrying about an unknown future. I made some final adjustments to my hair and took a final look in the mirror. If looks mean anything, it’s going to be a hell of an evening.