Ten Drops Of Honey

Ten drops of honey

Sam Hilton

Copyright © 2013 Sam Hilton

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Ten drops of honey

Contents

A time of sweetness

One step out of the dark

Two girls are better than one

Three thousand in thanks

Four points of the cross

Five strokes of the Cane, then one for luck

Six instruments of correction

Seven floors to darkness

Eight locked rooms

Nine lives of the cat

Ten drops of honey

Epilogue

A time of sweetness

Celine had been poor and now she was rich. She knew what she preferred. Rich. Very rich. The kind of wealth that made the envious and ignorant mutter filthy rich bitch. It enabled her to live a life of luxury in this beautiful country house, with its sweeping driveway, impressive lake, elegant rooms, marble bath with gold swan taps and privacy.

Most of all, it gave her power. It polished her beauty and made it a light that attracted men (and more than a few women) like moths to the flame. It made men crave her favours and obey her every whim. In other words, it turned her on.

She enjoyed choosing the sexiest guys, like the three hunks waiting nervously outside her boudoir doors. She lay back on the smooth purple sheets of her huge circular bed, naked under the silk kimono she wore, one hand straying between her legs as she contemplated the test she had in store for the men. Her favourite True Grace scented candles flickered on her dressing table, casting shadows over the softly lit bedroom, highlighting its ornate features and filling it with an exquisite smell of roses. Her beautiful Scottish Blue cat, Caesar, lay purring to one side, its yellow eyes impassive. Eyes that had seen much that would have shocked the average human.

It had been tough to reach her present position. They say you make your own luck, but she had to admit her being seen by the aging multi-millionaire, Sir Mark Wilton, on that Bath street those few years ago had been a massive stroke of good fortune. She had achieved quite a lot by the time she had met him, but he took her to another level of wealth altogether. She’d soon learned of his wife having died and from his gaze, that he was fixated on her large breasts. In Celine’s considerable experience, men could be divided into either breast or bum aficionados. Rarely did they like both equally, if they were being fully honest. Her Mark had definitely been an upper storey man.

From that view of her magnificent breasts at that first party, Mark had quickly fallen under her spell, progressively losing all reason. The forty odd year age gap had seemed absurd to some of his peers, but all he could think of was her seductive curves and, of course, her breasts. In the time he had left, he wanted to enjoy himself and damn to anyone who objected.

A discreet knock on the double bedroom doors drew Celine back to the present. That would be Charles, her bodybuilder manservant, cum bodyguard, cum chauffeur, and good friend. He’d been the one who dealt with the tests at the private clinic a couple of days ago. Charles was gay, of course, as she didn’t want a hetero guy distracted from the primary task of facilitating her pursuit of pleasure. Gay that he might be, she still liked him to please her by wearing tight clothing, whether the black polo neck and designer jeans of now which showed off his superb muscular physique, or the more formal attire when out socially. It helped keep her in the mood she liked best, a simmering sexuality that could flare up into passion at the least stimulation. He also made her laugh.

Charles nodded to his mistress and ushered in the first candidate. Alex, madam, he announced. His gaze lingered on the young man’s shapely posterior as he walked across the room. A glance and half smile from his mistress turned his attention back to the task in hand and he went back through the doors.

He was young, barely past twenty she reckoned. His picture attachment to the email he had sent had caught her eye. Not just his tool, as she liked to describe men’s most important asset, but the flop of curly brown hair that hung over large brown eyes.

The young man looked nervous. And very naked. Caesar, the cat, fixed him with his yellow and unfriendly gaze.

She smiled and gently waved fingers towards her. He reached a point a couple of yards from the end of the bed. Stop. He obeyed instantly. Her elegant fingers turned in a slow languorous circle. He followed the motion, allowing a full look of his strong back, narrow waist and full buttocks. Her favourite feature. She was a Bum lady, she amusedly thought to herself. A little too much hair, perhaps, but that could be waxed off. Otherwise, perfect buttocks for whipping.

Stop. Her second word of communication was obeyed as promptly as the first. Not surprisingly, as the guy was short of cash. That was painfully obvious from the few emails they’d exchanged. Student fees and poor parents were the background. He’d jumped at the chance of the prize on offer and generous payment she would make for satisfactory performance. He wanted to please. Well, she would give him the chance very soon.

I’ll make this simple, pretty one. You know what’s on offer and you’ll know that many would like the position on offer here. To help me decide whether you have what I’m looking for, I’m going to set you a little test.

She glanced towards the silver pot that stood on the ornate bedside table. It had a silver spoon hooked on one side. His eyes followed.

The finest honey from the highlands of Ethiopia, she explained. Go on, take it in your hands.

Alex did as instructed. He looked up for further instruction.

Take ten drops of honey and place them on the parts of my body that you think will give me the most pleasure when you lick them off. That is the test. But first, my young stallion, come closer.

Celine slid forward to the edge of the bed, resting her feet on the rich carpet to either side of the young man’s legs.

We must see how your equipment performs and tastes. I can tell a lot about a man from the taste of his penis. It tells me about his health, his passion and virility.

Alex’s appendage hung loose and rather sorry for itself. This beautiful and confident woman made him nervous. In a nice way, he had to say, especially when her hand grasped his scrotum and her ruby red lips slid over the head of his penis.

An expert in oral skills, it didn’t take Celine long to transform the young man’s tool into an impressive object. It tasted clean, slightly nutty with hints of a lemony acidity. A young full-bodied wine indeed.

The young man groaned and his balls twitched. Celine withdrew her attention and slowly stood up close to and in front of Alex. He could smell her expensive perfume and underneath it the more natural scent of desire. He had the urge to grasp her by the shoulders and drive home his manhood into the neatly trimmed triangle he could glimpse through the parted silk kimono, but her green eyes with their large dark pupils held him transfixed.

Celine slipped off the garment and stood for a moment naked, sensing the intake of breath of the young man in front of her. She retreated back onto the bed and lay back in a relaxed manner, legs apart and arms resting away from her sleek body.

Ten drops, that’s all. Take your time and if you get it right, I might reward your friend down below.

She smiled and half closed her eyes. Alex looked at the pot, its silver spoon and moved towards it. Where to start, he thought. The feet were nearest, so he dipped the spoon in the rich brown honey and dabbed some on the tip of each big toe. He shuffled forward on both knees and placed another drop just above her right knee. A fourth halfway up her thigh on the inside, then missing the dark and neatly trimmed triangle between her legs, he placed a drop in the middle of her flat stomach.

Her large and perfectly formed breasts drew his hands like magnets. He placed full drops to cover each nipple. His mouth felt dry with a mix of heightening expectation and nerves. He had four drops left. He’d better make them count. Thoughts of his large student debts flitted across his mind for a moment. One drop went directly on her lower lip, its fullness making an irresistible target. For the next one, he reached forward and moved aside her soft slightly curly bronze coloured hair and placed a drop in the centre of her forehead.

Two to go. One on the back of her right hand. And for the last, there was only one place, the focus of his growing feverishness. His slightly trembling hand parted the moist folds between her legs and anointed the surprisingly prominent clitoris that he soon uncovered. Did he detect a sigh from the woman?

A deep purring from the chair by the dressing table reminded him that they were not alone. But he had to ignore the cat and concentrate on the task in hand. He knelt forward and enveloped his mistress’s big toe in his mouth. His tongue rotated around its shape and he slid his lips up and down. Then the same for the other toe. On each placed honey spot he lingered with his mouth, savouring the smooth skin, and smelling the unmistakable scent of desire emanating from the place of the last drop.

The dark nipples pushed out under the attention of his wet lips and flicking tongue. Her breathing quickened. This encouraged the young man. She liked it, it seemed. His kiss to her forehead was almost affectionate. His kiss to the back of a hand deferential. Then he gently moved her legs aside and kneeled between her feet to give homage to her vagina. His tongue swirled around the glowing bud he’d earlier seen, his lips sucking teasingly. Her rich heavy scent filled his head, intoxicating him. His tongue drove deep into her. She groaned and he felt a hand grasp the hair from behind and pushed his face deeper between her legs. Then after a little while, the hand pushed his head back.

I think you’ve earned that reward I mentioned, Alex. The young man felt his spirits rise at hearing the woman say his name and between his legs there grew and unbearable tension.

Fuck me, she said bluntly, in a heavy tone. Slow at first this way. No kissing. Then hard from behind.

Alex needed little encouragement. He dived forward and drove his seven and a half inches of thick eagerness into her. Her hips bucked up to meet his drive and her long legs clamped behind his thighs to hold him in place while she savoured the sensation of been filled. She released the hold and as instructed he began to slide back and forth slowly, telling himself through the heat of desire that he must think only of her. To think only of her pleasure. His girlfriend at the cheap student studio they rented liked it when he ground his pelvis in a circular way after each stroke. This he did and found that the woman responded with low groans.

Her hand lightly slapped his bottom and her other pushed him away. She turned over and raised her bottom to him. He gulped at the magnificence of the lightly tanned cheeks open in front of him. Their rounded fullness was irresistible. He drove in between them and couldn’t suppress a groan of sheer pleasure. His hard flat stomach slapped against the softness of her cheeks as he thrust away, so hard that she clasped the bed clothes to hold herself in place. After a few minutes, a tightening quickly took hold between his legs, a warning sign and he desperately tried to push down the explosion he could feel building.

Celine reached back between her legs and felt the hard tightness of his balls. Her young stud was close to it. She moved forward, quickly turned round and clamped her mouth over his tool. The taste of her own excitement didn’t faze her. She’d tasted it plenty of times before. What she wanted was the jets of hot cum and she didn’t have to wait long, for after a few sucks he groaned deeply and a long twitching cascade of semen pulsed into her mouth. She loved its taste, savouring it with her tongue before swallowing and sucking more as the pulses kept coming. An impressive amount. An impressive performance.

The young man was dismissed and Celine went across to the antique basin of water standing to one side and dabbed her mouth and forehead with a flannel. She took a drink of fine Burgundy wine to cleanse her palate for the next tasting. She felt wet and ready for the next one. Maybe she would allow the third one to come inside her, as she liked to always have the faint scent of cum on her panties. That is when she wore them, which wasn’t often.

It was a delightful evening. All three men had performed well, but she knew who the winner was. The first one. Alex the student. His innocent eyes, curly hair, and his perfect tool were irresistible. He was young enough to be malleable, to be shaped into the perfect instrument of pleasure for her. A blank canvas on which she could realise her erotic desires. She was sure that he would be a quick learner and would have the stamina she needed. She’d already instructed Charles to arrange for the waxing of his bottom and chest – a task her manservant accepted with evident pleasure. He would take the young man to his own favoured salon and no doubt show the therapist with intimate exactness what needed waxing.

Celine’s understanding and assessment of men was rarely wrong after these past years of exploring every nook and cranny of male sexuality. She knew them better than they knew themselves, a thought that made her smile. In the right hands, men were delightful toys for her pleasure and amusement. The key was making them understand who was boss. And educating them that there was no higher service than the giving of pleasure to her. And nowadays, she had the wealth to make that point more quickly and easily.

Before she went to sleep, Celine stood naked in front of the long antique mirror which stood in the corner of the magnificent bedroom. She admired her own body, running both hands over her shapely breasts and down across the smoothness of her thighs. She was a beautiful woman, still only twenty four and not even near the peak of her allure. She felt the power of her beauty and knew no man could resist it. Nor many women. It had brought her a life most could only dream off and she felt a complete freedom to take whatever experience she desired.

She strolled across to Caesar and stroked his rich fur, before retiring to bed and the bliss of a deep untroubled sleep. To drift away on images of what the coming weeks had in store.

One step out of the dark

The trouble had started when her breasts grew. That was around the age of fourteen, when she shot up in height to just under five foot nine, with long legs, narrow waist, pretty face and those breasts. The stepdad, or more accurately, step boyfriend, Trev, had suddenly taken an interest in her. The sort of interest that had made her feel very uncomfortable.

Like most women on the council estate in Leicester, Celine’s mum wasn’t married. Her biological father had disappeared before she could really remember, to be replaced by a sequence of boyfriends. The good, the bad and the ugly. More the bad and the ugly, with their baseball caps, fake trainers and heavy drinking. The latest, Trev, sat indoors for most of the day watching footy and darts on the flat screen, before meeting up with mates in the early evening. When he came back later, usually drunk, that’s when things got really nasty. That’s when he started shouting abuse at her mum, Mandy. She could hear it through the thin plasterboard wall dividing her bedroom from theirs. It is when he was drunk that the frustrations of his pathetic little life led him to humiliate Mandy. He seemed to get a kick out of forcing himself on her, sexually. To the young daughter next door it sounded like rape, with her mother shouting get off me!, then the slaps, followed by the rickety bed banging against the wall as he assaulted her.

The silence after, broken only by her mother’s sobbing and Trev’s admonition, shut up, you cow, was the worst. It had made Celine’s blood boil. When it happened for one of the first times, she had gone to try and help her mother, but had been sent flying out the door from a savage blow from Trev. She’d only been barely twelve, too small to do anything. So for nearly two years she’d had to listen to it through gritted teeth.

Then one Friday night it hadn’t been her mother who’d received his drunken attentions, but her. She’d heard the flat door slam shut, heavy footsteps to her door and then his shadow over her bed.

You’re a big girl now. I bet you’re shagging the boys around here, his voice slurred.

Don’t touch me, I know what you do to my mum. Don’t touch me. The fear made her words tumble out.

You’re a slag like your mother. You need teaching a lesson.

He ripped the bed clothes back and then grabbed her nightie with one hand and tore it away. Rough hands grasped her breasts. She could hear him breathing more heavily. He stepped back and undid his belt and pulled his trousers down, then reached forward and grabbed her hair and jammed her face against his crotch. Suck it you bitch. She wouldn’t, so he held head out and slapped her face viciously. As tears ran down her cheeks, she closed her mouth around his erect cock. It tasted dirty with little acrid tasting bits on her tongue. He jammed his pelvis back and forth, making her choke, all the while telling her she was a dirty little slag and that she enjoyed it. When he came he held her face so that she couldn’t pull away, ordering her to swallow. She had to or she would have fainted from lack of air.

Afterwards, he threw her back on the bed and walked out. Only later did Celine realise she hadn’t heard anything from the room next door that night. That she’d saved her mother some pain. But she still felt disgusted and she could feel hate building up inside her.

Life carried on over the next few days as if nothing had happened. Her mother knew, that Celine could tell from her sheepish look. She even bought her new jeans, which was a very unusual event as she normally had to beg for new clothes. But the price got higher the next Friday night, when Trev appeared again in her room, reeking of booze. This time he put on the little lamp on a bedside table and told her to get on her knees. She was slow to respond so he grabbed and turned her over roughly, telling her close to her ear how much he’d hurt her mother if she didn’t do as she was told. He dragged his jeans off, stumbling several times, then shuffled behind her, grabbed her young hips and jammed his cock hard at her slit. Celine wasn’t a virgin. Her and the footballer, Rick, had had a thing going for the past year, but she wasn’t going tell him anything about that.

Kev had a small cock and in his drunken state it wasn’t at its best. As he tried to stuff it in, Celine felt an anger rising up to displace her fear. She twisted to one side and kicked Kev hard in the chest. He fell back on the floor, swore and tried to stagger up, but then raised his hands to his mouth and started to vomit. He lurched out the room and headed for the bathroom. Celine closed her bedroom door and jammed her chair hard under the handle. Then dragged the cheap chest of drawers to make sure the chair stayed in place.

When Kev returned to his room, this time she could hear an argument between her mum and him, only stopped by the sound of a hard slap and the thud of a body falling against the wall. Something cold and hard formed in Celine’s chest. She would make the bastard pay for it, for what he’d done to her mother and now her.

At school, Celine was in her GCSEs year. Despite continual disorder in the classroom, and difficulty in finding the peace to do homework at home, Celine’s form teacher had told her that her marks were the best in her class. And she encouraged her to stay on for her A levels. But right now, Celine just wanted to escape. To get away from her home, that creep, and that meant dropping out of school as soon as possible. Going to the cops was no good. They wouldn’t believe her. And even if they did, it would just mean months of social workers ticking boxes and probably splitting her up from her mum, for our own safety.

And there was no point in talking to her mum about it, at least not while the bastard was still with them. She knew her mother hated what he had done to her. But she also knew she was too frightened and just didn’t have the strength to tell this guy where to go. Celine would have to help.

On the Monday, she talked about this with her best friend, Mel, a tall, good-looking coloured girl who had a lot in common with Celine. Shit home life with no dad and a mum who was stoned or drunk most of the time. On the Monday after Trevor had tried abusing her for the second time, Celine had confided in Mel during a lunch break. They’d found a quiet place to the side of the materials store to the side of the playground. Mel had a tough home life but she was shocked to hear what had happened to a best friend.

If you don’t frighten off the bastard, he’ll get you next time, Sis, she told Celine. Mel was known among their peers as someone you didn’t mess with. She was a big girl. She nearly pulled the ears off the last girl that had insulted her.

But how, he may have a small cock but he’s still stronger than me, replied Celine.

Mel thought from moment. "He may be a guy and stronger, but he’s as thick as shit. Look, he’s