Eleanor Ch. 02: The Stairwell

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Previously. Mark, a shy, weak and average guy went to an art gallery opening and spotted something truly wonderful there. Luckily, the art dealer Eleanor, found him almost as interesting as he found her, being intrigued and delighted by his evident interest in her feet. They has caught a taxi together where the driver had a front row seat to Eleanor being given a foot rub and squashing her toes against Mark's face.

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Chapter 2: The Stairwell

The building door slammed shut behind Mark, closing out the busy city noise. In the cold quiet of the stairway Mark could hear Eleanor's unhurried, uncovered steps and she drifted up the stairs. In sharp contrast, Mark was breathless and agitated, his cock straining in his trousers.

She didn't look back at all, but Mark gazed after her, his eyes drawn to her bare soles, passing up the steps. His heart thundered! Who was this girl? She was like no-one else he'd ever met.

All of a sudden, his stomach dropped as he remembered that his flatmate Adam wasn't working nights this week. "God, please let him be out!" Mark whispered under his breath.

Eleanor had reached the first landing and was leaning against a door, one leg cocked with the foot resting against the door, "This one yours?" It was, and Mark nodded mutely, his gaze traveling from her bare toes against the cold marble floor, up her calves and thighs, up to the hem of the silk, green dress, now slightly scrunched because of the position of her other leg, up over the dress, taking in her cleavage and landing on her mischievous grin and devilish look in her eyes.

Mark fumbled for his keys, his fingers suddenly clumsy and slick with nervous sweat. The metallic jingle was barely audible before the entire ring slipped from his grasp, and dropped down onto the floor between them. Eleanor quickly stepped forward and placed her foot on top of the keys.

Mark attempted to retrieve the keys, but her gentle feet were unrelenting. He looked up at her from his kneeling position. She was smirking, "Lower." she whispered and Mark crouched down lower. "Lower." she commanded again slightly louder, he bent down further on all fours and looked up. "Lower!" she said, her tone dangerous. He lay all the way down, his cheek flat against the cold marble, his entire vision filled with her perfectly manicured toes and the keys. He could see each dimple the keys were causing in her soft and supple instep. Mark was prostate in front of this woman in front of his own apartment, the humiliation was palpable and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Kiss." came another command. Mark craned his neck forward and began kissing the cool, polished toed, savouring the smoothness against his lips.

Then, Eleanor lifter her foot slightly, exposing her blackened sole from walking along the sidewalk and up the stairs. "Lick." came another command, her voice dropping slightly as she looked down on Mark.

The word hung in the air, a potent mix of invitation and command. A shiver ran through him, a strange cocktail of fear and an undeniable, forbidden hunger. "Really?" he croaked, the single word barely a whisper, his voice thick with disbelief and apprehension.

Suddenly, Eleanor's foot was gone as she, without a backwards glance began to walk swiftly towards the staircase. "Wait!" called Mark, unable to let this goddess leave. He crawled along the floor towards Eleanor, who, seeing what he was doing, raised her foot to expose the sole once more.

He stretched out his tongue and tasted her sole. A soft coconut undertone was covered with an earthy, dirty taste. The smell was intoxicating and Mark found he was enjoying himself. Eleanor switched her feet and then leaned down and menacingly whispered, "Don't disobey me again, is that clear?"

As Mark detached his lips from her exquisite foot to answer that he would obey properly from now on, Eleanor stepped over him, deftly collected the keys, turned the lock, entered the flat and slammed the door shut behind herself.

Mark rose quickly from the floor, whipped around and knocked on the door. His mind was racing, was this all some kind of con and Eleanor was going to rob him or was this part of the game they had begun to play?

Her voice, muffled but clear through the door, responded instantly. "Take your clothes off."

At almost the exact same time, Mark heard the main door of the building slam shut. Someone was coming. If he was going to undress, he was going to have to do so quickly.

His hands flew to his belt, fumbling with the buckle. His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off first, then his trousers, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. He was left in just his boxers when he risked another knock.

"There's a peep hole Mark, all of your clothes." Eleanor instructed, her tone disappointed. Mark could hear heavy footsteps making their way up the stairs. He whipped off his boxers and held them up to the door.

Eleanor, who had clearly been watching through the door, opened it giggling. Mark grabbed his clothes and raced inside closing the door behind himself.

Eleanor stood, just inside the doorway, still fully dressed in her beautiful silk green dress. She was inspecting him from head to toe and smirking with pleasure when a click sounded in the doorway. A key had been put in from the other side. Adam was back. Mark froze and Eleanor grabbed a small cushion from the sofa, handed it to Mark and stood next to him.

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Thank you for reading. I am working on part three and have plans for further, please let me know what you thoughts.