"Bring that tray over here." Udre Belicoff said to the young dark haired woman in the penthouse with him. "Of course, love." The woman, a Greek named Ariadne Papadopolous picked up the black laquer tray containing glasses, a bottle of vodka, and a crystal dish of salt. She walked over to the low table in front of Udre and set it down. "Fill our glasses." he said. Ariadne did so then sat down on the couch. Udre picked up his glass, took a pinch of salt from the Bowl and rubbed it around the rim. "It's an old habit from when I was younger and stuck drinking poorly distilled Vodka. The salt cuts the chemicals." He told Ariadne moving closer to her. "Have you ever tasted something so good?" Udre asked placing a hand on her thigh, feeling the silk of her stocking and the lace band at it's top. "No I haven't." Ariadne replied sighing softly. "You're drinking some of the best vodka available in Russia." Udre said. He moved his hand up under the edge of her chemise feeling her muscles tense slightly at his touch. Ariadne sighed and leaned back against the cushions. She closed her eyes and allowed her legs to slip slightly apart. Udre's hand closed in a hard pinch on her sensitive flesh making her jump. "I didn't tell you to do that yet." She closed her legs and he gently stroked the bruised area.
“Let's go into the bedroom.” Udre said. He stood, picking up his glass. Ariadne stood and followed him out of the room. “Lie down on the bed.” Udre went over to a chest of drawers and took out a flat black box. Ariadne walked over to the big circular bed and lay down on the red satin spread. She was dressed in a red silk chemise, thigh high stockings, and a black satin choker. She ran her hands over the silky bedcoverings as she watched Udre open the box and remove a small leather whip. He came over to the bed and took off his jacket and shirt. “Kneel down with your head on the pillows.” He unbuckled his trousers and slid them off. Dressed only in a pair of black silk boxers he reached for the whip.
Ariadne's heart was beating fast as she moved to her knees and bent down with her face pressed against the soft pillows. She felt Udre pushing her chemise up exposing her bare bottom. He squeezed the firm flesh with his hand then stepped back. She gasped as she felt the sting of the leather on her bare skin. “Tell me you like it.” Udre growled. “You know I do, love.” Ariadne murmured. She gasped as he whipped her harder and rubbed herself against the comforter. “Be still.” Udre brought the whip down against the backs of her thighs. She winced and lay still. He gave her several more smacks with the whip then returned it to it's box. “Turn over.” Ariadne slowly rolled over onto her back. She watched Udre walk back to the bed and lie down, very aware of the bulge tenting the front of his boxers. He took a sip of his drink then reache dover and pulled the straps of her chemise down. She shivered as he slid the garment down past her breasts