Alex Summers is no hero (hesnohero) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-05 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alex summers (havok), pamela swynford de beaufort |
You’ve reached Miss Scarlet.
Who: Alex Summers and Pamela Swynford de Beaufort
Where: A hotel room
What: A younger Alex hires Pam for her services, heard about through a particular grapevine.
When: Once upon a time
Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for graphic depictions of sex involving kinks of various kinds
Status complete
Alex was smiling as he picked up the phone. He had enjoyed his visit with Jacobsen, and was glad to see the guy married at last. Alex was finally settling in and enjoying life in his new digs and glad of it. He knew he was antsy, however, and he knew why. It had been too long since he had done something he enjoyed.
And Jacobsen, when they were drinking, told him of someone who would be perfect for what he needed. So he dialed the number and waited. sitting in his living room and hopeful.
Pam was at home, hoping someone called. She’d only been in town a few months, and getting any following was proving harder than she’d thought. She’d been unpacking the last of the boxes, so she actually had a foyer, when the phone did ring. The work line. Thank fuck. She amped up the drawl just a little; guys seemed to like it. “You’ve reached Miss Scarlet.”
“Hello, Miss Scarlet. I’d like to hire you, sometime, when it is convenient to you. My name is Alex Summers.” He had a habit, bad or good, of putting himself in the hands of those he trusted, or was about to trust. A name was power, and sometimes, you had to start somewhere.
“Do you have time to talk?”
Interesting. A lot of guys didn’t give their full names. It told her right up front that he was fairly trusting. “Sure, sugar, I can chew the fat a while. What’d you have in mind for me to help you with?” She tried to sound more interested than she was, even though this one had made her curious.
Alex took a deep breath, then plunged in. If he was going to call, he was going to ask. “I’m looking, frankly, for a woman who knows how to handle control of another without getting cruel at it. I’ve had a few such times before, and most.. most are not good at disassociating what I like from cruelty. The difference between domination and being domineering, so to speak.” He paused and went on.
“As far as specifics. I’m looking for bondage, spanking, and someone who can use a strapon, on me, with some small skill.”
Pam laughed. “I do like a man who knows what he wants, and I do believe I can acquiesce to that request. My gentleman callers sometimes call me the nanny, to make me laugh - firm but fair.” They actually did do that, and it was more funny than embarrassing, but it was a little of both. “I won’t go easy on you, but I don’t break bones.”
Relief cascaded over him like water from a waterfall and his words were even more confident. “Good, to both. When I go for domination, I want it hard, and I want to firm. I want control, for the duration of the session, to be someone else’s purview. A safe word, and limits stated at the get go, and then, within that, all is fair.” Alex had been a commander of a special forces unit during some of the worst days of the war in the Middle East. The decisions he had to make and the things he had to do and be in control of, still haunted him. Sometimes, the only thing that made it better was to just let go, and release control. Also, it turned him on like nothing else.
Pam actually did understand that. When too much bad shit piled up, you had to get rid of it. Her way was usually shopping. Or going extra hard at a client who let her. “Sounds like you’ve done this before. Ever with a professional, out of curiosity?”
Alex nodded at her question. “Four times. Unfortunately, only twice did they actually manage to maintain the line. And both who did were new to it, so not... skilled? I’m sincerely hoping that is not the case with you, no offense intended.”
“I’m new to town, not to the work.” She’d gotten at least a year under her belt, going through Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona before California. “I’d like to think we can satisfy you, Alex.” Just a tiny little discourtesy, to not use his last name, but it was the beginning of control. She, in her position, would not have to call him Mr. Summers. “What kind’a time frame are you thinking about?”
“Sometime this week, if possible, and as for the session, an hour to start for an intro session, two hours for the whole nine yards, if we both find it works out, Ma’am.” He knew the game and the words, too. And was all too willing to play.
“Let me take a look, dear.” She could be nice now. Pam flipped through her work calendar. “Friday work? Say ... eight? I do prefer it be a hotel room; no offense, but too many men keep creepy friends in closets at their houses, and I ain’t a showgirl.” Her tone maybe was a little dry, but this guy would know it was the truth, if he was an old hand. “You can get it and make it as luxurious as you want, or I can get it and it’ll be on the spartan side.” She had a friend who rented rooms out at his motel on the far end of town.
“Of course. The Plaza De Rein, downtown? The Empire Suite, which, if you like, will be yours for the day before and after.” He had some friends there, and could afford to be generous to those he hoped would make him happy in this unusual desire. And her having the hotel room, in her name, before and after also gave her more control.
Pam raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no need for that, though I wouldn’t turn down the after.” It would mean that he’d have to know her real name - or she’d have to think of another alias - but that wasn’t a huge problem. “You’ve got style, I’ll say that - and while you might wind up uncomfortable, there isn’t any need to suffer.” The motel was shitty, so she was glad he’d anted up.
She did smile, though. “I go by Scarlet Van Dyke when I need a last name, if you were serious about the room.” A joke, yes, but still a classy one. “Is there anything else I can answer for you before Friday?”
“Okay.” He nodded, and smiled at her words. “Perfect. I am very serious. And I’ll get it set up.” He paused at her question, then shook his head. Then paused again. “Do you want to set up a safeword ahead of time, or there at the door?”
“There at the door, please. I confess I’ll forget. And it wouldn’t do to forget.” Pam was amused in spite of herself; she didn’t have the greatest memory. Such was life. “Until then, Alex?”
“Until then. “ And he hung up, and smiled.
The days went by fast, and on Friday, he shaved, bathed, and scrubbed extra, before heading for the appointment. When he arrived at the hotel room that had been booked in her name at the appointed hour, he knocked. He had no idea if she was there yet, but best to assume yes. He smiled then, ready, and anticipatory.
Pam had arrived a couple hours beforehand, choosing to enjoy the time napping and reading. She’d brought all the tools she’d thought she’d need, as well as a change of clothes. Right now she was wearing a dark purple robe over a few more showy pieces. Her blonde hair was down to begin with, in loose waves.
When she heard the knock, she opened the door, raising an eyebrow at who stood on the other side. He was actually sort of handsome, and younger than she’d expected. If she’d gone for men, she’d probably have tried to seduce him after their business was concluded. “You must be Alex.”
“I am. Mistress Van Dyke?” His lopsided grin was warm, but he nodded to her. “A safe word to catch your attention?” The clothing he had chosen, though to be swiftly discarded, allowed for easy and swift movement. She was beautiful, and looked both strong, and smart. He had hopes, already, and he felt himself even more hopeful.
“I tend to stick with the classics. ‘Red’ okay?” It was simple and difficult to forget. And God knew she didn’t want to get into assault charges.
“Of course. Red.” And with that, he slid to his knees, as graceful as any might be. “I place myself in your hands, Mistress Van Dyke.” And his voice was utterly serious, at that. If warm and welcoming. He did know how to show respect, sometimes.
Mm. Very nice. Pam reached down and pulled him up by his collar - not nicking any skin, but making her intentions known. “I prefer ma’am. Mistress, or even m’lady.” Her tone was easy, but her grip was firm. “That said, I do have one thing you need to be aware of, Alex. Don’t be changing your mind halfway through. If you want it hard, you can’t wuss out halfway through, and if you don’t want me to hurt you, but then you tell me you do, I won’t. I hope you understand.” And if he didn’t that was too damn bad, wasn’t it. She let him go, sailing away. “Close the door, please, and take your shirt off.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He rose smoothly, and nodded. “I won’t be changing my mind.” He closed the door, grinning, and then stripped the shirt off, taking one pace into the room, then stopping, awaiting her next command. His upper body showed some scars from being a soldier, and the muscles of an active and fit man, and a smooth lack of hair that came from years of having to fit into various tight clothing and cloaks, outfits and such.
She did appreciate the aesthetics. “Alex, did you ever have a female CO in the military?” Pam was mostly curious, but she couldn’t think of a better scenario for a military man.
“I did. She wasn’t my combat commander, but she was in charge of training the Special Forces teams, and while she couldn’t give combat commands, she was still in charge. One of the best soldiers I’ve ever known, Colonel Troy was her name, Ma’am.” He nodded to the mistress, his face showing the fact that he had admired that woman.
“I do like that. It means you know how to show respect to a lady.” Pam pulled her hair back tight, but left it in a ponytail; none of the silly German style buns. She took off her robe, showing off an olive-green, damn near skintight uniform she’d had in her closet for this kind of occasion. It was a man’s uniform, but it was small, and she’d unbuttoned the jacket enough to show off enough breast to get an eyeful. She did have another jacket and skirt, if he proved to be that type.
She got closer to him, pulling him over by the waist of his trousers, hard enough to feel, but not jerk things out of sockets. “Did you ever fuck up under her command, Summers?” A little shift toward military style.
Alex blinked, then swallowed. Holy Hannah. She was very, very sexy.. Damn. He didn’t resist her actions. and came to where she was. Her question brought him back to himself and he nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Twice. Earned reprimands and her very loud and earnest wrath, both times.” And the yelling and the look on her face was exactly where this fetish had started for him.
That was the answer she’d wanted. “What’d she make you do, Summers? Push-ups?” Pam smiled, reaching down into his pants. “Clean toilets? Write explanations? Frankly, I don’t think that’s enough for being such a whore.” She got a hand around his cock, and squeezed, enough to get his attention, but nothing excruciating.
“Yes, ma’am. disciplinary duty, Working harder, doing menial work.” He looked down, slipping into the role easily. “I am at your mercy, ma’am. Punish me, please.” His voice was soft, and yet there was that pleading note there. She had made him excited, after all. And his cock hardened more in her grasp, pulsing with desire, the need to have that control taken, and used against him.
“You want it so bad?” Pam smirked, releasing her hold and raising one eyebrow. “I don’t believe you. You want me to forgive you for your fuck-ups? Beg for it.” She turned away from him. A bit of a mindfuck, yeah, but some men liked it. It made it more intense.
Alex quirked an eyebrow back, and smirked almost for a second before the expression slid away. “Please. Punish me, Ma’am. Let me show you how much I want it.” He breathed a little more, letting himself slide into the role more. “Forgive me, if only after I’ve taken your punishment. I’ve been bad.”
“Better.” Pam still sounded grudging. “You’re lucky I have a soft heart.” She walked back over toward him, eyeing the rest of his clothes. “Off,” she said, “and on your knees.” Pam pointed to the big bed, reaching into her bag of tools. “I will teach you a lesson - that when you’re under my command, you do what I tell you to do. This is not the place for free thinkers.” She waited until he’d complied, then grabbed his arms, handcuffing them behind his back with a pair of cuffs that were almost police-style in look, though they were wider. If he jerked too hard, they could bite deep.
Then, she jerked his head up firmly, enough to blindfold him. “See, when you don’t follow orders, it’s an insult to this company, and to me,” Pam said, tone firm and quietly angry. “You can’t take orders from a woman, Summers? You don’t think I have a bigger dick than you?”
He stripped quickly, and without hesitation, then slid to his knees, where she pointed him, listening. She was firm, strong, in control, and he shuddered. God, he had needed this. A lot. “Yes, Ma’am. Whatever you want.”
He pulled on the cuffs some to test them, then breathed in deep, and nodded, smiling just barely before it slipped away. Her jerking his head up made him hiss out in pleasure, and he kept it quick before he answered. “I can and will follow your orders,. I’m sorry, Ma’am.” And her words about a bigger dick made him shiver. “That I’d like to see, ma’am.” Alex was no small boy, one of the largest endowed men he had ever seen, and to think she had a toy bigger than that was daunting, and entirely arousing.
“You don’t get to see. You get to feel.” Pam smirked. This was the part she kind of got off on, too. She swatted his bare ass just once, hard, to make a point. She’d brought a few strap-ons, just to cover the range of sizes. This one was clearly good for the top of the spectrum. But hopefully, this was what he wanted - no sight, no touch. And unless she was way off the mark, he liked pain.
Alex nodded. “Yes, ma’am. It’d be my honor.” He shuddered at the idea. Pain and pleasure mixed and twisted together, those were hot, and he loved it when he was controlled and made to take it, from a strong woman... mnnnmnmmgh, yes. He groaned ever so softly, thinking on it. The slap on his ass made him groan louder.
“Let’s get one thing straight.” Pam pulled his head up again, to make sure she could speak very close to his face. “You’re in my hands. You don’t even come until I tell you. Or you’ll get it.” Though if he liked pain, that might be the thing he wanted most. She tightened the tie on the blindfold, and then abruptly ran one hand over his ass, down and around to touch his cock again. He really was pretty damn respectable, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “If you were hot shit like you think you are, you’d be the one in control. But you’re not my superior, and I intend to make it so you don’t soon forget it.” She stroked his cock firmly, wanting to wind him up a little before she got another tool out. If he came before she told him to, she’d give it to him harder. She took her hands off him, trying to keep him guessing about when she’d come at him.
Alex’s breath caught and he groaned at those words. “Y-yes, ma’am.” Damn, but she was winding him up. Part of him wanted to do exactly as she said and part of him... part of hm wanted to see how hard she would punish him if he didn’t. Two sides of his nature fighting. But if she kept stroking him like that, he wouldn’t get to choose. He was already panting a little, shuddering.
“I am in your hands, Ma’am. I’ll do whatever you say.” He spoke the words even as he felt his heartbeat racing.
Ah, that was what they all said. Pam chuckled softly, then let fly with a paddle. It smacked into the soft flesh, and she thought she heard a groan. She varied her timing, not just going in a rhythm, so he wouldn’t know when it was coming. One of her favorite things was to get a client just right up to the edge of coming, but not quite there. The sexual frustration bordered on pain after a while, and well, some people liked that too.
He groaned as she spanked him, shuddering, and his breathing grew faster as the pain edged into him, sharp, brief, and yet repeated. Pain that shivered pleasure along all his nerves. He panted as it flooded him.
He shifted and his ass turned up, his backside arching into her blows.
It was a good place to start, and he seemed to like it, which merited a grudging statement. “That’s more like it, Summers.” Pam admitted, but she did push him back down a little more. “Don’t you move too much, or I’ll put you in your place.” She did have one tool that locked a man’s knees, but she’d only ever gotten complaints, and she didn’t want to risk a pissed-off client with money.
She wanted to try something a little different, and smiled. “What I want, I think, is for you to take it like a man.” She smacked him again, this time with her hand, roughly squeezing his ass once as punctuation. “Quietly. Or I’ve got a ball gag if you can’t handle it. Do you understand?” Half the fun of domination, at least for Pam, was to try and see what her clients could handle.
“Yes, ma’am.” He groaned as she pushed him down and settled in place, waiting. He liked this so far, and was definitely not complaining. She had skill, strength and she had a good style. His excitement was building slowly, but steadily.
He groaned as she smacked his ass, then grabbed it hard. “MMmn, yes, Ma’am. I understand.” He liked that a lot. A challenge, eh? Not a bad way to get him to endure.
“I seem to recall you wanted a dick-measuring contest.” Pam’s Southern drawl was tapered back a little; nobody wanted to sound like the fucking drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket when they were trying to turn somebody on. “Do you think you can handle a big dick, Summers? Or are you just like all the mouthy little boys that need fucking into shape?” She was standing away from him. “You can answer.”
Alex moaned softly, low, quiet, loving her drawl, her words, and shuddered. “Yes. I want it. I think I can handle it.” He paused and then smirked, blindfold and all. “Ma’am.”
That actually irritated her a little, and she smacked him in the face once; it wasn’t as hard as she’d smacked his ass, but she wanted to make it damn sure he knew he’d been rude. “Don’t you sass me, little boy.” One more time and she’d use the damn knee lock.
For now, Pam reached for one of her strap-ons, lubing it up properly and fixing up the harness, then reaching for him. She pulled him backward, letting him move on his own until his feet were on the floor and his ass turned up to an inviting position. It was hard not to think it might be her girlfriend on another night, and she had to work to keep the shot of lust out of her thoughts. Without saying anything or letting him know, she reached and spread his ass cheeks, edging the tip of her toy just inside him. She started with a smaller one than her biggest; most men - even those who liked pain - didn’t want that right off.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.” There was real contrition in his voice. He shuddered as he listened. He didn’t want to irritate her, not really, so he was quiet as she moved around, and then moved as she directed him. Feeling his position, he shuddered more in sheer lust, and waited, hoping.
He whimpered as she spread him and then he felt that tip, and he groaned louder. and breathed out, relaxing as he could, wanting this like nothing else right now. wanting this now and hard. She had a touch that was perfect and he felt like lust and pleasure might swallow him alive.
Pam didn’t actually like it when she showed actual emotion with a client, but Alex had a smirky way about him. She was fairly sure he was dominant as all fuck in his real bedroom life, and it was hard not to dislike those guys. Most of them treated their women like fuck dolls. Maybe he was the exception, but she couldn’t very well ask now.
She heard his groans and decided to go for it, pushing in as far as she could go without causing real trauma. Fuck the pain; this guy seemed to live for it.
Alex cried out, shuddering, as she pressed in like that, and he clamped his jaws after, shuddering with pleasure and pain, the two intertwining as he shook under her. But he was definitely enjoying this, the way his body was reacting showing that. He wasn’t too far from orgasming, in fact.
She could tell, or at least guess. After a few minutes, she took the toy out, shaking her head with a tsk of the tongue. “Didn’t I tell you, you don’t get to come until I tell you.” Pam swatted his still-red ass once, just for punctuation, before she got the bigger toy. “And I told you I had a bigger dick than you, Summers. You don’t get off without feeling it.” She made sure it was lubed up before she stood behind him again, though; if this guy could take this she’d actually be kind of impressed.
Before she pushed into him again, she let its tip trail around the outside of his asshole, curious about the reaction. While she was doing that, she reached a hand over and pressed down, not hard, but firmly, on the perineum. It shouldn’t hurt, but it tended to delay a man’s orgasm, and it felt something close to insane, or so she’d been told.
Alex shuddered as she pulled out and her announcement made anticipation lance through him. The first one had been big, but a bigger one? Fear, lust, and anticipation ran through him like wildfire. He breathed slowly, regaining control, or as much as he could. And when she trailed the toy around his asshole, he groaned, and then, with determination, pressed back.
Then she pressed on that spot and he cried out, nearly collapsing. It didn’t hurt, but it self a shock of pleasure/pressure through him, and stopped his orgasm cold. “Oh fuck...” He took a long breath, then nodded. “Thank you,. Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.” His voice was respectful, if hoarse, after that cry. It had been a shock, and not a bad one.
Pam laughed; it was as if she’d pressed his off switch. She’d be nice and let the outcry go. “I told you, Summers. On my go, not yours.” She started to push the toy into him, taking it slower than last time just so he’d be able to sit down sometime in the future, but she could still feel the stretch.
Alex nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He breathed out and in, slowly. And groaning under his breath. Oh fuck. Oh Goddamn.
That was... that was painful, and stretching, and so full, and it felt like being split in two and yet... that pain and fullness and her being in control and... all of it filled him with a shot of pleasure that rocked his body, nearly stealing all of his control. He shook for a moment, and then slowly relaxed. Wow.
She liked doing this because even though actually being fucked by a guy wasn’t her thing, Pam did like watching them. There were good men, and evil men, but they almost all reacted the same way when sex and orgasms were involved. She took her time with the toy, though it was a little faster than a gentle, considerate lover would have gone. Quite frankly, it got her off a little hearing him whine like that and knowing she was causing that pleasure-pain.
When it didn’t feel like she was going to cause any real damage, Pam sped up. “Sometimes,” she murmured, pulling his hair and using it to hold herself close to him, “you get to be the big dick. And sometimes you get fucked like a bitch. It doesn’t matter if that’s how you like it, it’s how it is. Do you like getting fucked like a bitch, Summers?”
Alex cried out, low, under his breath, shuddering and keeping as much control as he could, holding his own as much as he could as she fucked him. She drove that piece into him, pulling his hair, and he shuddered. Oh fuck, that felt good. He bucked back to meet her, and he nodded, utterly willing to tell the truth to her. “Yes. By you, yes. Please, Mistress...” He loved how she treated him, how she was treating him, and the release from his tensions, his having to be in control, filled him with a pleasure that washed away all of the pain.
“NNgh, feels good to be fucked like a bitch by you, ma’am.”
He bucked back against her thrusts, panting, sides heaving, as his pleasure built faster.
“Good boy.” She never wanted to be an outright cunt - most clients didn’t like that - but she got a lot of guys like this who just wanted to get pushed around a little. She was actually kind of impressed, in truth; he hadn’t begged for mercy yet. The toy had to be hitting his prostate, or coming damn close.
Pam slipped one hand around his side, reaching for his balls and rolling them just a little in her hand. “I bet you want to come, don’t you.”
His breath hissed out when she rubbed his balls like that and he shuddered, holding on to his control as she fucked him. “Yes, please, Ma’am.” His voice was hoarse, but he still had a little control, still was holding on.
“Ask me nice.” Pam didn’t mock, she demanded. She slowed down, moving out and then back in at a maddeningly slow place.
Alex nearly swallowed air, and then slowly forced himself to ask clearly. “Please, ma’am, please. May I come? You, nnn, fuck me so good.” He was more than willing to ask politely, and to compliment her along the way. He was shaking with the hold on his control, doing his best as her slow torturous thrusts made him whimper.
Pam pretended to consider, but she figured it was time to end it, lest he sustain some actual damage. She leaned forward again, making sure her strap-on got deep, rolling his balls in her hand again. She simply said, “Go.”
And he let go at her word, at her thrust, and cried out, shaking with the fierceness of it as he came. And it was so strong, so full of pleasure, that it was almost pain, as well. He slumped, after, and groaned, shivering in the aftermath, his body covered with a light coating of sweat, and sheer contentment filling him.
Pam pulled the toy out, going into the bathroom where she’d left her robe. She washed off her tools, and took off the uniform, putting the thick purple robe back on, though she left her hair up. She’d give him just a second to get the thoughts back in his head - she didn’t want to brag, but she knew someone who was pretty damn happy when she saw them.
Alex slowly rose, and stretched and shook himself out. He swallowed, then nodded to himself., He was going to be sore, but it was so worth it. He took a nearby towel and wiped off, then changed the sheet he had been on. As was polite, after all. Of course, he was moving slowly through all of this, and simply waiting for her to come back so he could clean up, thank her, and finish the transaction, very happy with it.
Eventually Pam figured he’d recovered enough, and sailed out of the bathroom, actually smiling a little. “Everything all right?.” Good; she’d have felt weird asking for help. “I have to say, I’m impressed; you’re still standing.” Not to blow her own horn, but a lot of men would have needed to be wheeled out of the room.
Alex smiled to her, nodding. “I’m stronger than I look, but thanks. That was incredible, and you more than did your part. Thank you.” He nodded to the restroom. “Mind if I clean up now?”
It was still her rooms, as far as he was concerned.
"Of course not. Can't have you looking like you just ran a marathon coming out of here." That wouldn't attract undue attention or anything. "Please, go ahead."
“Thanks.” He snagged his clothing and headed, carefully, into the bathroom, smiling. With a thoroughness, he washed carefully, and toweled off, putting the towel in the hamper when he was done and dressing. Oh yeah, he was going to be sore for days, and it was utterly worth it.
He came out and smiled. “That was amazing. Everything I was hoping for and more, ma’am.”
Now there was just one matter left. “How much do I owe you?” For a service like that, he expected to pay a lot, and knew he would recommend her onward, to those interested in those sorts of things.
“I’m glad it worked out for you. I like a challenge.” Pam quoted him a figure that was slightly less than her standard hourly; she’d exerted a little extra effort, but he’d paid for the room. She figured it was fair. She wasn’t looking to screw any of her clients - either sexually or monetarily.
He was glad he had planned, and estimated, ahead, and high, and he pulled out his wallet, and extended a number of large bills, which, because of his satisfaction, included a huge tip. “There. Thank you, Miss Scarlet. You deliver as promised and with enthusiasm. That’s a rarity in this life.” With a nod to her, he turned toward the door, to go.
“At the risk of sounding cliche, Alex. I aim to please.” Pam smirked, waving a goodbye as he turned to leave.
~fin~