Paradise Gained by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Paradise Gained – Italy, a place where passions and tempers run high. A place where young love can become so much more than just panting passion. Carlos, a star pupil at Milan university studying humanities and history. Ester, a somewhat less successful student who Carlos has his eyes on… This is the tale of their passion, their love and the dance that is played out where the woman leads and the man follows. An Italian love story…

So begins a romance both intense and intensely frustrating for the virgin Carlos who pretends to be more of a lover than he is. Ester leads him down a familiar highway, that of cheating the Professor by having Carlos do her essays while his own marks suffer as she teases. But there is so much more to Estar than anyone could guess. Orphan not orphan, virgin not virgin and alluring with no completion.
It is when Ester takes Carlos home to meet the aunt who is her guardian, the aunt’s friend that is hungry for love and the strange household of servants that do their bidding despite the abuse heaped on their heads. In the quiet villa, the shaded courtyard and the shadowed bedrooms, Carlos starts to understand that all is not what it seems as he spies Ester’s aunt and one of the maids sporting during the humid long nights.

Now at last, Carlos starts to realise that he is trapped in something that is more than he can deal with. Blackmail becomes his motivator, fear for his future his weakness and a longing to finally fuck Ester the only reason that he stays.

As the walls close in, as Carlos tries to evade Ester’s dominant plans and the orbits of other’s intersect, Carlos is pulled into a world where there is scant hope of his escape. In fact, there is faint hope that any lover of Ester’s could ever escape her claws…

Setting: Italy

F/m, MF/m, Humiliation, Chastity, Feminisation, Domestic BDSM, Chastity, Blackmail.

Strength 7/10 – 44,000 Words

Written 2014 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Paradise Gained

Part One – Beginnings

Paradise Near

‘The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven…’

*****

In the subliminal cortex. There is a moment of realisation. It is a feeling that takes place below that level of conscious thought. A brief second when all the signs are there and there follows a recognition that she is finally going to go for it, she’s gonna fuck! Whatever she says, whatever she seems to want, however she fends you off, she wants it so badly that you can smell it. You know it.

You can feel it in the strength of the stiffness of your cock. The manhood that men deny controls their actions and pushes them to miscalculations that cost everything in the end. Your cock… The compass you polish every night in preparation for the moment when those milky thighs open and you behold the gilded gateway to paradise. Deep down she needs to feel you push into her cunt, open her and ream her to shuddering climax, possess her and take what you want.

That is what men think! Confused plucking at their sexuality, an urge to complete at whatever cost, a craving for a soft woman’s flesh.

*****

Carlo had reached that certain moment, but he was not at all so confident of himself and not sure at all of Esta. His first fuck… In the depths of his inexperience, he just did not really trust that feeling because it was a road never yet travelled.

Esta pursed her lips and caught his wrists just short of her breasts. ‘No, Carlo, no! Just a kiss and nothing more,’ she giggled as his fingers reached to cup her. ‘A kiss is more than enough! I have to be ready to be yours!’

‘Please, Esta. You want it as well!

‘I do, but I never said it out loud, Carlo, though I know that you want me. Look at the way that your little cock is struggling in your pants to get free!’

Carlo lost it… lost that hard on. Esta laughed and allowed his hands to wander, loosed his wrists, but his palms fell away and she had won this first critical skirmish. She knew that she simply exuded sex, breathed her need and yet still managed to act the chaste maiden. The cock teaser who was beginning to train her new pet. ‘Do you really want to fuck?’ she asked as she watched his eyes fill up. ‘Is that what you really want? I was hoping that you wanted more.’

At nineteen, she was almost a year older than the boy who sat on the edge of the sofa. Nineteen and so much more mature. He barely had the trace of a moustache; her shape was already that of a ripe woman, though she was still growing, rounding and maturing, whereas he was a lanky youth and nothing more.

They had been dating for just a month and already he was desperate to taste her, eager to move forward while she stalled him and then tempted him in equal measures. She gave an inch and then reclaimed a mile as he fumbled with her bra, trying to slip his fingers into her knickers.

‘Tell me… is that what you want?’ Now it was clear that all of his passion, his need, had evaporated like a mist in the morning sun while Esta played with him. ‘Here, aren’t they just magnificent,’ she said as she unbuttoned her top to allow him to see the soft rounded skin of her breasts. ‘You cannot touch but, I might allow you to look, if you ask nicely!’

Carlo reached towards her. ‘I said that you can look, not touch, Carlo!’ Her slender fingers unbuttoned the top slowly as his hands retreated. They slipped to the edge of the low cut bra and tugged a little.

‘Please,’ he begged. ‘No touching…’

Her own slender fingers tugged at the hook that joined the cups and released the catch to allow the bra to fall from her breasts. The rounded flesh tumbled and swelled to allow her breasts to hang temptingly before him. The nipples slowly gathered. He knew that he had to feel that warm soft flesh.

As Carlo’s hand came upward she slapped it away. ‘Maybe next time,’ she whispered. ‘Not all at once…’ Carlo looked up at her and then gazed at her breasts with longing. ‘Do you like them?’

‘Yes, they are perfect.’

‘I know that they are! If you ask me nicely then I might show you how sensitive they are. How needy!’

‘Please show me Esta,’ he mumbled. ‘Please… how sensitive.’

‘Beg a little harder!’

‘Please, please, I am begging you to show me.’

‘That’s better; now watch my fingers because this is what you will be doing for me if you are a good boy. But, bear in mind, there is always a price to pay.’

Her hands cupped a breast and lifted it a little. Finger and thumb rolled the nipple until it gathered and thrust. She smiled and leaned a little before her tongue dipped to the lifted breast and tickled it a little. ‘That’s what I like, Carlo. A little tender attention, a bit of love!’

For a brief moment, she treated the other breast to the same, hypnotising Carlo before gathering them and pulling her bra back to cover all that tender skin and hide it from view. She smirked when she saw the disappointment on his face. ‘Next week. Maybe, if you are a good little boy for me. If you think that my breasts are perfect then wait until you see my plump pussy! I hope that you can live up to my expectations and needs.’

‘I would do anything for you!’

‘I know you would, but what is more important is, what you are you going do for me.’

‘What do I have to do?’

‘Well to start with, you can pass me that essay on the causes of the first world war that you wrote for me!’

‘Esta, you can’t copy it, the tutor will notice!’

‘Not if you write another essay for yourself!’ ‘It has to be handed in by tomorrow.’

‘I know, so you’d better get started then! There is always a price to pay, Carlo. Remember that. Remember also that I am worth it!’ He sighed and reached for the pile of papers at the end of his bed. For a second he hesitated and then he was lost. The thought of being allowed to have this girl ran like a flood through his head and he passed her the printed essay.

‘Here, take it, Esta,’ he mumbled as she buttoned up her top and slid her legs off the bed. ‘Have it, it’s yours.’

His eyes drifted to her breasts and his need was palpable. ‘Thanks, could you do me another little favour?’

‘Of course…’

‘Could you put my shoes on?’ Her feet hung almost to the floor. Lying close by were the kitten- heeled shoes that she had kicked off when she had first sat down. Carlo looked at her and nodded. This was just a small thing… he picked up one of the shoes and bent to slip it onto her foot. For an instant he caught the slight scent of her feet, a not-unpleasant personal perfume that passed in just a second.

‘Thanks,’ she said as she looked down. Carlo slipped the other shoe on with both hands and she stood with his essay in his hand. ‘Fancy popping down for a drink this evening, we have so much to talk about.’

For a moment Carlo considered saying ‘no’ as he thought of rewriting several thousand words of his essay in a way that would not leave a trace that he had written both, but he knew that she would not easily take ‘no’ for an answer. He surrendered. There was too much at stake, more than just the causes of the First World War! ‘OK, then, I’ll meet you in an hour.’

‘No. Let’s go together!’

It was as if she was not going to give him time even to plan the essay. Was it deliberate? It never even passed through his mind. ‘Just a drink?’

‘Just a drink,’ she confirmed. ‘Don’t worry about your essay, it’s only the first dissertation of the semester, the tutors never place too much value on the first anyway!’

‘What if they figure that I wrote both of them?’

‘Then you’ll admit that I helped you, of course!’

‘Of course.’

Excerpt from Paradise Gained