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She was barely ready when he knocked on the door. Normally her Lover made her wait. He had told her to come to the hotel at six where a room would be booked in her name. He had told her to leave the door ajar then sit on the edge of the bed clothed but with her eyes securely blindfolded. He did not tell her to have an instrument of punishment ready. She always brought the whip.
He is older than her, much older, but their connection is far stronger than similarity of age. The young men she knows, joshing with fake bonhomie to convince the senior partners of their wit and intelligence, do not impress her. Her belief she is cleverer than them grows ever more certain with every case she completes. It is useful to her that they know she is not a dyke, so occasionally she sleeps with one. They still call her a ball breaker. That too is a pleasure she gives to boys, but only to those who have earned it.
Her Lover left the message at work so she would pick it up in the morning and could saviour the anticipation for the entire day. Each of their meetings is different. Occasionally they are ordinary lovers: caressing and kissing in a cinema. These evenings are pleasant. On the first night they did not even touch. She would have done anything he asked, but he asked for nothing but her company. More usually their meetings leave her with warm aches that arouse her for days after.
He is tall, with a trim body that is perfectly dressed in English suits, silk ties and the spotless shoes of someone served by others. He is never impolite. His politeness does not hide insecurity, there is never any doubt who is in command; but even as he secures the wrist ties and peels down her clothes, she knows this is not intended as hurt, but pleasure. To limit the expression of their desire to ordinary love making would not just be dull; it would feel false and awkward. It is simple politeness to ensure this does not happen.
Now the loudest sound is the click of the door as it shut automatically. Her breathing deepens. Unable to see or hear, she is intensely aware of her nakedness under her clothes: her skin chafed by the satin blouse; breasts inhibited by the bra; the dampness of her panties. She shivered with pleasure. Involuntarily she pushed her breasts forward, stifling the urge to moan.
There was no other sound. Even he was holding his breath.
A muffled step and her blouse was torn open. Rough hands turned her and her arms were forced behind her back as the blouse was pulled to her wrists. She heard further ripping and then the arms of the blouse became a tightened bind on her wrist. Hands moved down the side of her body, feeling her breasts, then her buttocks. She allowed herself a sigh of pleasure and pushed her arse out. But, of course, he did not start immediately. Instead he pushed his hand up her skirt, until his fingers entered her.
Then he pushed harder. She gasped. This was bordering on too hard. He was moving his fingers but making no effort to stimulate her clitoris. She sighed with relief when he withdrew his hand. Gently he rolled her skirt up her legs and over her buttocks, then pulled her panties to her knees. She had waited for this moment, but his last jarring move had unsettled her. Her body was no longer primed for the sting of leather. That was when she felt the tenderest of kisses on first one buttock, then the other, followed by circling caresses with the palm of his hand. She relaxed into the sensation. He widened his strokes to the top of her thigh, then between her legs.
The warmth began to spread through her body. As always sensual caresses aroused her desire for something sharper. She pushed her arse out again and this time she felt the right kind of pain: he spanked her. She gasped as he repeated the action, alternating between buttocks, each time the sting of pain intensifying the excitement building inside her. When he stopped, pulled her legs apart and entered her, she had her first orgasm.
He continued moving inside her, pushing harder and harder. Each time he pushed into her, he pressed on her tender buttocks and she gasped. By now he was holding her breasts, pulling her body to him so he could push harder into her. They moved faster and faster together until with a final push he orgasmed and she allowed herself to come a second time.
She heard him adjust his clothes and then leave the room. Her buttocks still stung and his semen was oozing onto her legs. She left the blindfold on, not wishing to let the reality of the hotel room disturb post orgasmic contentment.
When the light came she was momentarily confused. Her Lover was sitting on the bed beside her, her blindfold in one of his hands and a bottle of champagne in the other. This was not what had confused her. He was looking at her in a way she had never seen before: apologetically.
“I will offer no excuse for turning up this late. When I saw you had stayed anyway, I thought I should just leave the champagne and go. But I knew the only way to prove how sorry I am, is, for this night, to be at your command. Here is your whip, what would you command of me?”
She closed her eyes, felt again the tingle of pain on her bottom and the now dry semen on her thighs. Then she opened her eyes, looked directly at her Lover and smiled.
He is older than her, much older, but their connection is far stronger than similarity of age. The young men she knows, joshing with fake bonhomie to convince the senior partners of their wit and intelligence, do not impress her. Her belief she is cleverer than them grows ever more certain with every case she completes. It is useful to her that they know she is not a dyke, so occasionally she sleeps with one. They still call her a ball breaker. That too is a pleasure she gives to boys, but only to those who have earned it.
Her Lover left the message at work so she would pick it up in the morning and could saviour the anticipation for the entire day. Each of their meetings is different. Occasionally they are ordinary lovers: caressing and kissing in a cinema. These evenings are pleasant. On the first night they did not even touch. She would have done anything he asked, but he asked for nothing but her company. More usually their meetings leave her with warm aches that arouse her for days after.
He is tall, with a trim body that is perfectly dressed in English suits, silk ties and the spotless shoes of someone served by others. He is never impolite. His politeness does not hide insecurity, there is never any doubt who is in command; but even as he secures the wrist ties and peels down her clothes, she knows this is not intended as hurt, but pleasure. To limit the expression of their desire to ordinary love making would not just be dull; it would feel false and awkward. It is simple politeness to ensure this does not happen.
Now the loudest sound is the click of the door as it shut automatically. Her breathing deepens. Unable to see or hear, she is intensely aware of her nakedness under her clothes: her skin chafed by the satin blouse; breasts inhibited by the bra; the dampness of her panties. She shivered with pleasure. Involuntarily she pushed her breasts forward, stifling the urge to moan.
There was no other sound. Even he was holding his breath.
A muffled step and her blouse was torn open. Rough hands turned her and her arms were forced behind her back as the blouse was pulled to her wrists. She heard further ripping and then the arms of the blouse became a tightened bind on her wrist. Hands moved down the side of her body, feeling her breasts, then her buttocks. She allowed herself a sigh of pleasure and pushed her arse out. But, of course, he did not start immediately. Instead he pushed his hand up her skirt, until his fingers entered her.
Then he pushed harder. She gasped. This was bordering on too hard. He was moving his fingers but making no effort to stimulate her clitoris. She sighed with relief when he withdrew his hand. Gently he rolled her skirt up her legs and over her buttocks, then pulled her panties to her knees. She had waited for this moment, but his last jarring move had unsettled her. Her body was no longer primed for the sting of leather. That was when she felt the tenderest of kisses on first one buttock, then the other, followed by circling caresses with the palm of his hand. She relaxed into the sensation. He widened his strokes to the top of her thigh, then between her legs.
The warmth began to spread through her body. As always sensual caresses aroused her desire for something sharper. She pushed her arse out again and this time she felt the right kind of pain: he spanked her. She gasped as he repeated the action, alternating between buttocks, each time the sting of pain intensifying the excitement building inside her. When he stopped, pulled her legs apart and entered her, she had her first orgasm.
He continued moving inside her, pushing harder and harder. Each time he pushed into her, he pressed on her tender buttocks and she gasped. By now he was holding her breasts, pulling her body to him so he could push harder into her. They moved faster and faster together until with a final push he orgasmed and she allowed herself to come a second time.
She heard him adjust his clothes and then leave the room. Her buttocks still stung and his semen was oozing onto her legs. She left the blindfold on, not wishing to let the reality of the hotel room disturb post orgasmic contentment.
When the light came she was momentarily confused. Her Lover was sitting on the bed beside her, her blindfold in one of his hands and a bottle of champagne in the other. This was not what had confused her. He was looking at her in a way she had never seen before: apologetically.
“I will offer no excuse for turning up this late. When I saw you had stayed anyway, I thought I should just leave the champagne and go. But I knew the only way to prove how sorry I am, is, for this night, to be at your command. Here is your whip, what would you command of me?”
She closed her eyes, felt again the tingle of pain on her bottom and the now dry semen on her thighs. Then she opened her eyes, looked directly at her Lover and smiled.
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