Lindsey didn’t know whether she felt happy or sad when Nick rang her. It had been a long time since their affair and his departure for the new job in Milan. Although, now she was free, there was no need for her to feel guilty.
“Hullo, gorgeous.” Cliché, with just that touch of humour in his voice to make her smile, as doubtless he knew she would. Phone in hand, she walked into the hall and looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion looked pale, but her hair was thick and glossy and there was a liveliness in her eyes which might have been an instinctive reaction to his voice.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“De-cluttering my home office. What are you doing?” “Jet lag. I’m in bed. Stroking my cock and thinking of you.
You liked to have it in your mouth, didn’t you?” She had to agree.
“You gave me a blow job in a lay-by.” “I did.” “You sucked my balls.” “Yes.” Lindsey’s stomach lurched and her cunt felt wet.
“I bet you’re nice and moist now, aren’t you?” “Not especially,” she lied.
“You’re never far from my thoughts, my love.” Nor you from mine, she thought, although she would never admit it to him.
“Will you come and see me?” “Where?” “In my new flat in the Barbican.” “You mean you’ve returned for good?” Nick laughed. “Depends on whether it’s worth my while – from the business point of view, I mean.” Typical Nick. Putting work first. Yet wasn’t that one of the things that attracted her? A self-made, successful businessman.
An alpha male. Very handsome, his tall figure honed by exercises in the gym. Muscles rippling under his shirt, his broad shoulders exuding power. The leather belt he’d bought in the States with a buckle the shape of a snake curled at his slim waist. Why, she couldn’t wait to grab his big cock bulging under his black jeans.
That was the problem. Nick reduced her to jelly every time she saw him. He had such power over her. It wasn’t right.
“Will you come, then?” “I’ll meet you for coffee.” “I can make you coffee in my flat.” “No, Nick, let’s talk first …” She didn’t really want to talk. Nick getting straight down to sex was another thing which excited her about him. Forget talking, he’d say. I want to fuck you and you want to fuck me.
Let’s do it! Then he’d unbutton her shirt and unzip her trousers. He’d run his hands down the length of her body, making her tremble. His fingers expertly unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts. She was small, but under his deft persuasion, her breasts enlarged, her nipples thickened and hardened into points which his tongue coiled round and licked, while he murmured his appreciation in between breaths.
Then he’d pull off her panties, she’d raise one leg and he began to finger fuck her. Round and round, in and out, till she moaned, her cunt tingling, her juices running down the inside of her legs. He picked her up and lowered her onto the bed, her body still quivering. His dark head between her thighs. Oh, how she wanted to come! She urged him on and he sucked and sucked until her back arched, her muscles contracted and her orgasm overwhelmed her. Nick had raised his head. “Just for starters,” he’d said.
Lindsey brought her thoughts back to the present.
“Which day can you make?” Nick said.
She hesitated. It seemed she had a date whether she wanted it or not.
“I’m interviewing Tuesday morning. I could make the afternoon.” “How’s the agency going? Plenty of work? “Certainly is – lots of companies prefer to employ agency staff.” “Glad to hear it.” Nick rang off. It was a bit like a business transaction, she decided. Yet she liked his matter of fact tones.
Sickly hearts and flowers had never attracted her. She found romance novels boring – with the exception of Pride and Prejudice, but that was really about money, wasn’t it? Lindsey went into her bedroom and searched in her wardrobe. She brought out her vibrator, the cock cream tasting of raspberries and her spanking bat.
The bat had been her idea. It was made of wood and covered with black velvet.
“I feel so guilty,” she’d told Nick when they’d begun their relationship.
“You told me you and Michael had separated?” “We have – but he’s been such a major part of my life, I can’t get him out of my mind.” “I can help you with that,” Nick had said. He turned her over and pulled her onto his knees so that her hands touched the carpet. With one hand he held her legs in the air and with the other hand began spanking her. First his palm against her bottom cheeks, his touch more than a caress than a punishment. Then he hit her harder with the bat.
“More, more …” she demanded, feeling the sting against her buttocks, followed by a hot flush of desire. His penis thickened underneath her and balancing with her hands, she began rubbing against him as best she could. Nick pushed her round, her legs fell open. “Come inside, Nick, please!” He stared down at her juicy hole, then seized her curly pubic hair.
“Not yet,” he said.
“Yes, you will,” she grabbed his long stiff and ran her tongue underneath to his heavy balls. She kissed and sucked each ball, and delighted in hearing his grunts of pleasure. She lifted her head. “You want to come inside me, don’t you?” In answer, he flung himself down on the bed and pulled her on top of him. Lindsey straddled him and started to ride him.
Her breath came in short bursts as she pumped up and down on his hard member until he caught her in his arms and pressed her down. “Ah,” he cried as he came. Lindsey echoed his cry as she convulsed in the bright light of orgasm, her limbs quivering, her blood racing, a deep flush spreading over her limbs. “Oh, Nick,” she relaxed into his embrace as a deep contentment spread over her.
He kissed her hot cheek. “Happy?” “Need you ask?” All this before the bombshell of Milan.
“Come with me,” Nick had said.
“I can’t leave my agency.” “Open one in Italy.” “I don’t speak the language like you – it would be too difficult.” “I want you to come with me.” She’d pushed him away. “I can’t, Nick. I really can’t” “Lindsey, this job is an opportunity I can’t turn down.” She’d stared at him, a cold fear creeping into her heart.
“Then go, Nick. Good luck. Email me.” Should she have gone with him? Why had she hesitated? It was her upbringing. She had been schooled by her mother to resist men like Nick. “Too handsome, too charming. You can’t live with men like that.” Her mother had spoken from experience, but that didn’t mean she was right about Nick.
Lindsey opened her jar of cock cream and spread it over her vibrator. She took off her trousers and panties and felt her anxious pussy. She pulled at her pubic hair, like Nick had done, parted her labia and rubbed around her creamy hole.
Starting her dildo, she inserted it into her vagina, in and out, raising her legs and giving herself up to its regular hum, all the time thinking of Nick. Her stomach churned, she imagined Nick leaning over her, thrusting his penis inside her, so what did she fear? That he had such power over her – that he would love her and leave her like her mother had warned – hadn’t he done that already? She closed her eyes, throbbing from the waist down as the vibrator reached its highest speed. Lindsey sank into the duvet while the wave of pleasure grew and convulsed the whole of her body in a gigantic tide of ecstasy.
Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes. There, she didn’t need Nick after all.
Tuesday afternoon and Nick’s Mercedes purred up her road and stopped outside her house. Lindsey held her breath as she watched him climb out. So good-looking, although wasn’t that a touch of grey in his dark hair? In one hand, he held a bottle of Chianti and a small parcel in the other.
“Hullo, darling,” he said, as if the intervening two years had meant nothing.
She took the bottle and put it on the kitchen table, where she’d placed the bat and the cock cream. Despite herself, her hands trembled as she opened the parcel to reveal a beautifully styled pair of tan leather gloves. Smiling, she held up her face towards him and he kissed her lips.
“You haven’t changed,” he said, “pretty woman.” Lindsey fetched the glasses and her bottle opener. She watched while he opened the wine and poured it out.
“I hope it’s still your favourite,” he said.
Lindsey nodded. “It is.” Nick took a sip and put down his glass on the table.
“What are you wearing, darling?” Too eagerly, she pulled up her black skirt to show him her lacy thong which barely covered her mound. Nick pressed her to him, his fingers unzipping her skirt. She wriggled out of it as it cascaded to the floor.
“No bra,” he said, pushing his hands up her T shirt.
“I don’t need one,” she replied, lifting her arms to showing him her firm breasts with their erect nipples. It was so good to have him here again! But she mustn’t get to rely on him as she had done previously.
“I missed you,” he said, his fingers squeezing her nipples.
She undid the buttons on his blue shirt and pressed her breasts against his chest. Nick held her tightly against him. She moved her leg so her cunt rubbed against his bulge. He tugged at her thong. Now she was completely naked. She rubbed up and down, her clit throbbing against the firm cloth of his black jeans. With one hand he grasped her pussy, his fingers feeling round her clit, pushing into her liquid opening, so she spread her legs, her muscles contracting, her breathing quickening under his expert touch.
“Oh,” she gasped as she came. Nick laughed and kissed her mouth. His tongue running round the soft inside of her lips and pressing in further. He withdrew for breath and Lindsey started unfastening his trousers, her hands gripping his hard member. She pushed him onto a kitchen chair and lowered her head to suck his erect penis.
“Darling,” Nick exclaimed, as she felt his cock lengthen.
He drew her onto his lap, turned her over and began to spank her.
“You used to like this,” he said.
Lindsey balanced her palms on the kitchen floor as his hand came down on her bottom. Oh, it was such a turn on! “More,” she said, and heard him laughing.
“Beautiful butt,” he said, “would you like my cock in your tight arse?” Lindsay panted. She’d never trust anyone else but Nick to fuck her arse. He knew instinctively what she wanted. He let her go and stood behind her, one hand under her cunt, feeling her cream, smoothing it round to lubricate her arsehole.
He reached for the cock cream and spread it on his member. Then he plunged into her arse.
“Ah!” Lindsey exclaimed. He was so long and smooth it didn’t hurt at all.
“I’m coming!” She held on, loving the feel of his penis so tight inside her hole, until she heard him cry out.
He withdrew gently.
“Lovely girl. You’re the best.” He picked up the velvet covered bat. “It’s me who ought to be punished for leaving you for so long.” Lindsey took the bat. “Turn over then.” Willingly, he laid himself over the kitchen table, his pert buttocks uppermost. If only his employees could see him now! She felt such authority as she wielded the bat, but it wasn’t hard enough. She reached over to the cooker grabbed Michael’s last present to her, a new frying pan. How she hated a man who gave his girl domestic presents! Said it all, didn’t it? Wham! She brought down the pan on Nick’s bare behind.
He yelped. He ought to be punished for leaving her and she was going to do it. She brought down the pan harder onto his bare behind. Wham! Elation ran through her body. This was a real turn-on. Her clit swelled and throbbed.
“Wicked girl!” Nick turned round and grabbed the pan. She was no match for his physical strength, unless – next time, she tied him up and spanked him as hard as she could. She grinned, thinking about the control she would have over him.
She could wear her new leather gloves to give her more grip.
He would be totally subject to her new found preference.
Nick put his arms round her. “I never want to be separated from you.” “You were the one who left me.” “Never again,” he said firmly.
She drew back. “You don’t mean that. When the next business opportunity arises, you’ll be away, won’t you?” He grabbed her waist and held close her against his naked body.
“I’m asking you to marry me, darling Lindsey.” She hesitated.
“Of course, I know you’ll want to carry on working,” he added.
“Too right, I will.” She bent her knee and stroked her leg against his thigh.
“We’ve so much in common, haven’t we?” Nick continued, his fingers feeling all round her bare ass. “Your agency means as much to you as my business does to me. You’re an alpha female. Although I can support you in the manner to which you have been accustomed.” “It’s not necessary.” Nick smiled. “I’d like to take you for a drive in my new Mercedes.” “Is it the latest model? Better than mine?” “It’s waiting for your inspection.” Alpha female. She liked the sound of that. She would check out his car. And his Barbican flat. Wasn’t it the sight of Mr Darcy’s splendid stately home in Derbyshire which swayed Elizabeth to marry him? Or was it the scene when he emerged from the lake in a wet T shirt? Both, naturally.
She glanced at the hardly touched bottle of Chianti still on the table. “We’ll finish this later.” His fingers rubbed her cunt.
“Something to celebrate?” She narrowed her eyes and pressed her body against him.
There’d be some string in the garage – maybe that would be strong enough to bind his hands and feet.
“Umm …wait and see,” she said, as his fingers squeezed her eager clit.
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