Chapter 11
When Mona came downstairs, alone, of course, so that there would not be tedious talk, she saw Arnold over with his old Harvard buddy, Tom Woodbridge.
She sauntered toward them, with her usual grace, lighting a cigarette on the way, while Arnold, studied her, pretending to listen to Tom.
He could see in an instant that she had gone through a hectic but heavenly ordeal, and he felt annoyed. In spite of his desire to give her total freedom in the gentle game of sex variety, he found sometimes a spot of ugliness rise in his mind. For one thing, he didn't care for her companion, Ash ton, a tennis egotist who played vicious competitive style in tournaments. And further, he didn't like the fact that Ashton was damned young and hefty of muscle. He was, Arnold thought a muscle freak as a kid, who lifted weights and loved to caress his muscles in the mirror.
He shook his head, trying to free his mind from the stupid malicious trend of thought. Arnold tried to-be honest with himself, and he had to recognize that he was going through, a streak of jealousy mostly because of the fact that Mona looked so bombed out by her experience. She probably will tell me that she had the most heavenly experience with a young stud whose iron cock never tired.
Arnold had few doubts about his own powerful sex drive, and knew that he could turn on women with the best of them. There were many women who had told him in the past that his sex was the best in their lives. And he knew, too, that Mona adored his cock and his lustful taste for sex with her.
But the glimpse of something different in her eyes told him that Ashton had got into a private corner, somehow, hit a magic button that sent Mona zooming out of sight.
It pissed him off that a pubescent little creep like Ashton would do it to her, and he wondered what the magic was. Arnold would never suspect Mona of getting turned on by spanking. He didn't dream that she would respond to it, because of her dignity, her great sense of hauteur. She craved equality in the bedroom, he figured, so even though he put Ashton together with Rowena, and suspected that they did a gentle dance of violence in their fuckings, he could not think that Mona would fit into the bondage picture.
Then how could you explain that glow? For Mona walked along as if she had a halo coming out of her flesh and surrounding her head!
He turned to Tom, and tried to concentrate on what his boss was saying. But Tom was still bullshitting about a leak in Washington about the bribe money, and that some stool pigeon had spilled the beans about how the Hawks Holding Corporation was getting its business.
"They don't understand that business is done like that overseas. They think we're immoral. I tell you, Arnold, there are a lot of pointy heads in Washington who have no idea of the real world. We got to defend ourselves against the pointy heads!"
Arnold was bored with Tom's fears, and thought he was fighting shadows. "I suspect it's a political red herring, Tom. It won't come to anything."
By that time, Mona had reached them, and Tom grinned at her, ear to ear. "Ah, Mona, the most beautiful woman in this room!" He kissed her on her cheek, and took her hands. Woodbridge always had a private lust for Mona, but knew it would never happen, not only because Arnold was a key man in his company, but because Mona did not respond to him. He sensed it, and he was never wrong in his intuitions. But she looked particularly radiant at this moment, and he enjoyed looking at her.
He liked the fact that Arnold had snared Mona, for she had been in the world headlines for ten years. It looked good on his business roster that one of his men had captured a celebrity like her.
It added a glamorous dimension to his business, which was pure money. "What's got you shining like this, Mona?" Mona looked at Arnold, and his £yes told her he was displeased.
"It's seeing two splendid men," she said, kissing Tom on his cheek. "It's compliments like that that make a woman glow."
It's dirty sex that makes some women glow, Arnold thought. And he looked even mote annoyed.
Some of the guests were waving at Tom so he hurried to join them.
"I see that you've been playing tennis in the west wing," he said maliciously.
She shrugged. "Is it all that visible? I'm sorry."
"What's he got? A twelve-inch cock? Or a smashing forehand."
"He's a smashing sort of fellow, if you must know. But I think you're making jealous noises. I really didn't think you did that sort of thing?"
Arnold bit his lip, vexedly. Actually, he was displeased with himself for being jealous. It was a childish emotion. And he had no cause for it, since he had just come himself from the hot cunt, of Rowena.
"What's sauce for the goose," she was saying. "It isn't as if you didn't play some rowdy games with Rowena! You're behaving like a male chauvinist."
"It's a stupid hangover from my childhood, darling. Let it pass."
"Let's drink one more for the road, then go home, darling," she said, smiling at him.
They got hold of two martinis. "You have to realize darling, that one game doesn't make a set. I was just playing around. It was a bit of different fun. And I think you might like the game."
"The bondage game?"
She was surprised. "Ah, then you know."
"It's not hard to put together, since Ashton and Rowena are playmates."
"It's odd how much you can discover about yourself In the throes of sex," she said, thinking of Ashton.
"Yes," And he thought of Rowena, and decided that Mona, after all, did respond to spanking, and that he would introduce it to their erotic games very soon.