Chapter 21

“Yes, that would be lovely, I’ll be round at about 4 o’clock ish, is that ok? Great, what’s the address again? Yeah, yep, I’m writing it down. OK, see you later, bye, bye now, bye.”

So that gives me four hours to get up, get bathed and get dressed. I think I might just make it. I was surprised to pick up the phone to his voice, but pleasantly surprised, even more so when he invited me to dinner at the address he took me to when I was his whore.

I do hope he doesn’t live at home with his parents, I don’t think I could deal with that. But I am sure a grown man wouldn’t take a whore, even just a pretend one in fancy stockings to his room if Mum and Dad were somewhere in the house. I can’t work out how he could afford such a home otherwise though and it’s such a big place just for one.

I could lie in bed questioning all day and never find the answer. I’d have to be patient and ask him over dinner later. That in itself is weird. A date with Mike. I hated him before. How could I change my mind so completely?

Well, I’m not in control of things and as much as I don’t like it, it doesn’t look like things are going to change any time soon, so if I want this thing (I can’t call it a relationship, no, not yet) with Mike to last, and I’m pretty sure I do, I’ll just have to wing it, and make it up as I go along.

Damnit, I do like to have a plan, and planning to just go with the flow isn’t any kind of real plan now is it? Well, I guess it will have to do.

“You smell wonderful.” Mike greats me at the impressive dark wood door of the building he lives in.

“Why thank you.” I smile and giggle. He nuzzles into my neck then pulls me into the hall and shuts the heavy door behind us.

“It’s getting cold isn’t it?” I start some small talk as I take off my hat, gloves and coat.

“Oh yes, winter is definitely setting in now,” he replies, taking my hand and leading me down the corridor and through a door into a room with sofas, a log fire and a big screen TV.

“Oh now that’s a boy toy and a half,” I exclaim, looking at the massive screen.

“Well, you’ve got to have your creature comforts right?” Mike laughs.

“Men and their tellies.” I shake my head. “I just don’t get it.”

“It’s the same as in all things, the bigger the better. Don’t you agree with that?” I sit on a soft, red sofa that swallows me up in its comfort as I sink down.

“No actually, if it were true I’d have married Dave, he had an enormous wang. I wouldn’t have looked twice at you.”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Oh, that wounded me Caitlyn, wounded me.”

“Well, you did ask.” I reply, giggling. “Size doesn’t matter baby, nope. It’s all in the way you wiggle it.”

“Ha!” He sniffs. “Now you’re just saying things to placate me.”

“Damn you’re nearly as observant as you are sexy,” I reply with a wink.

“Thank you, I think.” He chuckles, “Would you like a drink?”

“Tea please, milk but no sugar, I’m sweet enough.”

“Tell me about it.” Mike’s gaze runs up and down my body. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

It’s always weird being left in a room in someone’s home on your own. I’m always torn between having a good root round and not breathing or touching anything. This room is large and the dark wood paneling makes it seem very formal, at least at first. The deep sofas and the big TV take the edge of the olde worlde formal look. The big windows let in a lot of light, warming the room, and giving a beautiful view over a large manicured lawn and beautifully tended boarders. I give in to temptation and go and stand close to the window taking in the garden and all its beauty. The green pines stand tall and bushy against the other trees in various states of undress.

There aren’t many leaves on the lawn so someone has recently cleared them all up. Reds, yellows and oranges overlap each other beneath the bigger trees and glitter in the crisp, frost laden light of the slowly setting sun.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Mike’s voice comes from the door, and I look up to see him carrying two plain white, steaming mugs.

“It’s gorgeous. I love autumn, and this garden shows off all the season’s magnificence.”

“Oh I’ll be sure to tell Eli that, He’s my gardener and he feels terribly unappreciated sometimes.”

“He does a great job.” I enthuse, taking a steaming mug from Mike’s hands.

“He does well for his sixty odd years doesn’t he?”

“Amazingly well.” I feel Mike’s arm slipping round my waist, and I enjoy the warm comfort it brings.

“Oh, he’ll like you. He likes a good bit of praise, does Eli, and he’ll be thrilled with it coming from such an attractive young lady.”

“Oh now, you’re just smooth talking me.” I grin, my cheeks flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think it counts as smooth talk when it’s so blatantly obvious that it’s the truth.”

“You just want in my panties.”

“If the truth gets me in your knickers, all the better.” Mike replies walking over to the sofa. I follow him and sit down, thigh to thigh with him.

“Mike, can I ask you something personal?” I ask, after a little moment of silence.

“Sure.” He answers, “Fire away.”

I leave it a second, concentrating on the crackling of the logs in the fireplace. Trying to think of the best way to put it.

“Ok, I’m just going to ask it straight out. How come you live here? I mean you were a PA, now you’re unemployed. How the hell do you afford the upkeep here?”

“I knew it’d come up eventually.” he sighed, rubbing his hands around his mug.

“I’ve not been completely honest with you there Caitlyn. I was Nick’s PA, but only because no bugger else would do it.” He smiles when he sees the light of recognition in my eye, “You know what a scatter brained diva he is, no one would work with him, so in the end I gave up and did the job myself.”

“If you’re not a PA, what are you?” My brows knit together in confusion.

“I run the channel Nick’s programme appeared on.”

My jaw drops as I let that sink in.

“So you’re like, the CEO of the biggest TV company in the UK?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” He shrugs.

“Ok, now I need to ask how old you are, either you are damn young for your job or you look bloody good for your age.”

“Will you be ok having me be your sugar daddy?” His eyes glisten with cheek.

“Why, how ancient are you?” He thumps my shoulder.

“I’m not ancient. Forty on the fifth of December in fact.” He grins.

“So you’re young for the job, wow, I’m impressed.”

“What with? My job or how old I am?”

“Oh, both. I only put you in your early thirties. You must deal with stress really well.”

“Yeah, I employ someone to stress out for me.” He grins, slipping his arm around my shoulder. “So do you feel better for knowing?”

“Yes, yes I do. I was worried you were after my money.” I snort with laughter at how ridiculous that seems.

“Oh no, not your money, just what’s in your knickers, that’s all.” He puts down his empty mug, and wraps the other arm around me, pulling me into his chest and caressing my back.

“Oh, well that’s alright then.” I snuggle into his embrace, noting how dark it’s gone already, watching the flames dance in the black of the fireplace.

“I’m going to retire soon.” He says and I kiss his cheek.

“At forty?”

“Yeah, I’m not enjoying it like I used to, and I have other ways to bolster my income. I’ll let someone a little younger and a lot less long in the tooth take over my place.”

“Wow, now there’s a scoop for the tabloids.” I laugh but Mike stiffens, and I realise it was a silly joke to make.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Well it was a joke. I’d never ever - I just wouldn’t.” I trip over the words in my eagerness to make things right.

“No, no you’ve gone too far.” His hand squeezes my arm and his eyes don’t show the same anger as his words. “You’re going to have to be punished for speaking out of turn you impudent wench.”

Ah, now I know what he’s doing and the pit of my stomach is rolling like a machine full of lottery balls.

“I’m so sorry, sir, please don’t punish me. I’ll watch my tongue in future, I promise.”

“You will do wench, but you still need punishing. Stand up.”

I jump up off the sofa like I bounced up on a broken spring.

“Now young lady, follow me.” He stands up and walks me back out into the corridor then across it to a room I’ve not been in before. One of many actually from the length of the corridor and the doors along it. When the door swings open, I can see clearly that it’s a study.

An old wood desk dominates the middle of the room. It’s back faces a massive window which shines as black as Whitby jet filled with the night sky. In one corner of the room is a simple high backed chair with no arms. This is where he chooses to sit down and after shutting the door behind me I stand before him.

“Now only a young, foolish child would speak without thinking, so you’ll receive a childish punishment. Over my knees now young lady.” I hesitate, biting my lip. “NOW!” He barks, making me jump. “Don’t question me young lady, or you’ll not be able to sit down for a fortnight.”

I concede and lower myself awkwardly to his lap, the bottom of my clothed breasts rubbing the outside of his thigh, my pubis pushing gently against the other. He quickly raises my skirt, folding it back over my bottom then he rips down the satin black knickers beneath.

He rubs his hand gently over the curve of my buttocks and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan out in case it enflames him more. I’ve never been spanked before but my cunt is wet and my nipples aching. However I’m not sure how much pain I can take. The idea is pleasurable, but the practicalities of it all make me anxious. I want to enjoy it, it’s obviously something he enjoys; I can feel his erection against my stomach. But I just don’t know how much punishment I’ll be able to take.

Suddenly, the thought is shocked from my mind as his usually soft hand slaps down with stinging harshness. It shocks me but it isn’t too uncomfortable. The next slap creates more heat than sharpness. I gasp and press my pubis forward trying to escape the next slap. It burns and I really start to question how much I can take.

It’s then that he gently caresses my burning rump and I mewl like a contented kitty until he snaps his hand back and slams it against my flesh several times in quick succession making me yelp with the stinging pain.

His fingers skim over my heated flesh then dip between my buttocks, tracing down between my thighs as they fall open for him, dipping into the moisture pooling there and gently teasing my clit.

“Such a horny little slut, enjoying her spanking.” He tuts and slaps my buttocks hard once more. I feel tears testing the corners of my eyes and want to yell out for him stop but I hold it in while the next two slaps fall.

“Stand up, wench.” He commands and I comply, though my legs feel shaky, and my knickers are dangling between my knees, making it decidedly difficult to stand up and keep my balance at the same time. He grabs my arm and drags me; well he never gets far in front of me so it’s more like he’s roughly leading me actually, until we reach the hefty desk. He kisses me and whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, damn it.” He presses me down against the cold hard wood until my cheek is lying flat against its shocking coldness and my breasts are pressed down hard against the surface.

“Spread your legs,” he commands and I stretch them as far as I can, which actually isn’t far with the knickers hobbling me. Mike flips up my skirt exposing my still stinging buttocks to the air and his eyes. His soft lips kiss the reddened flesh evoking a gasp at the tenderness in the action. I close my eyes and wait for what will come next. I hear the clink of a belt buckle, and hear him curse as he struggles to undo his zip. I wonder if he’s having problems getting his hard on out. I could feel its stirrings pressing against my stomach when he spanked me, and I know it’s a solid robust thing, not made for bending or getting out of tight places. Getting into them; well that’s a whole different issue. The tell-tale crinkle of a condom packet heightens my anticipation. I know he’s going to fuck me and I can’t wait.

Gently he guides his erection inwards and downwards in a sweeping movement. He glides into me, my natural lubrication easing his way. I really am a slut to be so turned on from just a spanking. I grasp onto the table edge as he powers into me. He’s crushing me against the wood but I don’t care because his cock is caressing all my sensitive spots in this position. I’m shaking and spasming with a chain of orgasms within the matter of a few strokes.

“Fuck me, sir. Fuck my slutty cunt sir, please sir.”

“Oh, fuck yes, I will.” He curses, his fingers digging in to my hips, his cock slamming into me with such force that I feel the desk rattle below me, echoing the shudders that run through my body. Harder he forces into me, my body aching and tingling with pleasure. The hot flesh on my arse responds to every slap of his pubis against it.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to come, wench.” He groans and I feel him withdraw.

The condom snaps off and I hold my breath. He wasn’t planning to fuck me bare back surely? I’d have to use my safe word before he did that. I strained my hearing to get a clue of what would happen next and I heard his hand running up and down his dick. He was masturbating and I relaxed. He wanted to come over my arse. That I condoned, liked in fact. I was eager to feel his mark upon me. He shouts out his orgasm and the thick, warm liquid coats my butt cheeks. A shudder of residual sexual pleasure runs through me. I feel like I am now stamped as his possession.

“Well, I hope you’ll be a good girl in future,” he lectures as I straighten up.

“Of course, sir.” I wink and after a moment of his stern look he chortles and I join in with the joyful laughter. Once I’m dressed I walk with Mike to the kitchen and perch on the light wooden stool by the breakfast bar while he prepares dinner.

“Pizza or Indian?” He asks.

“Pizza.” I reply, nodding.

“Flavour?”

“I’m a pepperoni girl myself.”

“Pepperoni it is then, I’m not fussy.” he dials the number on the leaflet, orders two large pizza and puts the phone down.

“Do you ever cook in here?”

“Occasionally.” He replies solemnly, “But Mary, my cleaner, prefers it if I don’t.”

We laugh, and he disappears into one of the myriad cupboards surrounding us. The kitchen is bigger than my whole flat put together. He returns with a bottle of red wine and two sparkling glasses.

“Ok, we’re all set. Let’s go to the living room and wait for the pizza. We can watch a movie whilst we eat it if you like.”

“Sounds good to me,” I reply and I love the domesticity of this scene compared to the kinkiness we’d experienced. This is what was missing from my relationship with Nick. I follow him back down the corridor and into the living room. He switches on a lamp as we walk in. He then walks round the room, lighting candles.

“I know, it’s archaic, but I do prefer the candle light, it’s so much softer, looks better in this house.”

“I love candle light,” I answer. “It hides all my flaws.”

“What flaws?” He questions.

“Oh, you know, you’ve seen my wobbly stomach and that birthmark on my hip.”

“I’ve seen them yes,” he replies sitting down beside me and stroking my stomach, “but I’ve only admired their beauty. You’re gorgeous all over, Caitlyn.”

I don’t know how to respond to that so I just smile. I’ve never had a man be so reassuring and confident before. In the past if I got emotional my boyfriends freaked out.

I don’t pay much attention to the images on the screen while we wait for and then eat our pizza, washed down with the soft and rich red wine. As has been often the case of late, my mind is full and I’m plagued by questions and wonderings.

“I’ve never been spanked before.” the words leap from my mouth as I think them.

“Never?” he asks, turning away from the TV screen to face me.

“No, never.” I reply, not sure what to add.

“You did really well then, it was a total turn on for me, did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes.” I reply, “Yes, I did, a lot.”

And that was the problem really, I enjoyed it a lot, and I wasn’t sure what that meant.

“What’s up?” he asks, putting an arm around me, I move away from him, so his hand just brushes down my arm.

“I don’t know.” I snap, frustrated now. “I don’t know, this is just all very, surprising.”

He nods, resting his hand on my thigh.

“I’ve always been in control Mike. I pick who I go out with, who I fuck - to put it at it’s crudest level - and I was always in charge, totally in control.” I turn my body to face him more, needing him to understand, for some unknown reason needing to reach out to him, to let him know how I feel. This is a completely foreign sensation in itself.

“And here, in this, well, relationship.” Oh God, I said the R word, but he doesn’t look like he’s about to run off, “I’ve not been in control for a moment. I’ve been constantly surprised and taken off guard and lead. I’ve been lead. And it, it well, scares me Mike. It scares me that I trust you so much. I don’t do trust, I just don’t and now suddenly I am and I just don’t...”

Tears fall completely unbidden, they just happen, and I can’t hide them as when I try I end up sobbing and blubbering in a very unladylike way.

“Oh, Caitlyn.” He shuffles closer and wraps his arms around me. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

He pulls me into his body, and I am enveloped by his heat and warm citrus smell. I press my face into his shoulder and I try and force my tears to stop, but the damn things keep on coming even with my eyelids closed.

“Oh Caitlyn, there’s no need to be scared, love. No, you’re as in control of all this as I am. Just one word, one word and I’d stop. Anything at any point. I’d never, ever force you into something, Caitlyn.” He must anticipate my rejoinder as he carries on with barely a pause. ”I know, I know when you first discovered who I was, that I was forceful, I know. But I could see in your eyes you wanted to, I just needed to break through the mental barrier. I’m so sorry, my damn manly impatience made me do it in such a harsh and stupid way. I’m so sorry, I don’t ever want to hurt you or upset you at all.”

His words soothe me, I can feel the genuine emotion behind them and I push myself out from his body to look into his eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” I sniff, finally halting the annoying tears. “It’s my damn screwed up life. I guess, well, I guess I’ll get used to this.” I look up into his soft stare. “Will I?”

“If I have anything to do with it you will.” He laughs and I see the affection dancing in his eyes so I laugh too, the anxiety rolling away as our lips meet in a soft, caring caress.

“Sorry about all that, I don’t know what happened there, I’m not a crier.” I sniffle then take a sip of my wine.

“Oh don’t worry about it, emotions are slippery things and tears are nothing to be embarrassed by.” He gently squeezes my hands. “So feel free to cry on me whenever you feel the need, all right?”

“Oh, you better hope you’ve not just discovered my inner cry baby then, or I’ll soak that shirt right through at that invitation.”

We both laugh heartily, needing to lighten up after that moment of intense sharing. Emotions, sharing, tears... I’ve never had this in a relationship before. Maybe I’d never been in a proper relationship before? Now there’s a revelation.

“Well actually, I was planning to take my shirt off, using the excuse that your tears had soaked it through.” He unbuttons the expensive dark material.

“Oh that’s more than fine by me, as long as I’m allowed to kiss all the exposed flesh. Just to kiss and make up, you know.”

“All the exposed flesh?” Mike grins wickedly, pausing with the last button half released.

“Yep, all of it.”

“Oh well in that case...” He stands up and whips off his pants and boxers.

“Here you go, knock yourself out!”

I stand up and kiss him. Slowly I feel our lips throb and ebb together, my hands wrap around him and stroke down from the bottom of his hair to his broad shoulders. His hands clasp my waist and gently rub over the curve of my hips. I break the kiss and trail across his cheek and down the side of his neck, nibbling in combination with kissing. I feel his fingers clenching in response.

Lower my lips skim over his collar bone. My hands cup the end of his thick shoulder blades, roam down his arms as I kiss his chest, nipping and nibbling at each nipple, enjoying the strong, masculine skin beneath my lips and between my teeth.

I feel his knees trembling and taking pity on him I lead him over to the sofa. I make him lie down on his stomach. I want to tease him and don’t want to be distracted by his fine erection and my need to feel it deep in my throat. I’ll do that later.

Much later, I’m going to enjoy this. I want to show him that I do care, that I’m in this for more than the short term mind blowing sex. I guess I have my doubts, but he’s got to have his too. I used Nick, or so it seems and this guy is in a top prestigious job. A scandal could ruin him. He has a lot invested in this relationship, and I want him to know that so do I, that he can trust me because I trust him.

I kiss over his shoulders, my hands smoothing over the skin of his lower back, my lips tickling lower as I nip at the side of his ribcage, making him chuckle. I continue to the small of his back and kiss the cute dint there. My tongue lazily circles around the area then I dip down between his firm buttocks and dart my kisses back out moments later.

I enjoy the hiss and moan of his breathing as I gently kiss each buttock. I caress the soft, peachy skin with my plump lips. I skim down to the join of his bum and his legs, down over his thigh and I tickle him again with the heavy pressure of my mouth on the back of his knees.

“Turn over.” I ask and he responds. I bite my lip when his arousal becomes more than obvious, towering from his crotch. My body buzzes with anticipation and the sensitive skin itches with joy every time I move in my clothing.

An idea forming, I stand up and grasping the bottom of my top I pull it up and over my head. Next comes the black satin bra, and I can feel his eyes on me as my breasts slip out into the warm, wood smoke scented air. Slipping off my skirt takes just a moment and the knickers are removed just as simply. I once again sink to my knees at the bottom of the sofa, and begin by taking his left big toe into my mouth.

Feet are not intrinsically sexy in my mind, but the mock fellatio I practice on Mike’s precious piggies arouses me to such a point that I slip a hand between my thighs and gently stroke up and down my slit. When both feet have been teased I slip up over his ankles and along the outside of his thigh.

Skirting around his crotch I kiss up the side of his ribs because I love the way he giggles when I do and over onto his stomach. I tease his belly button dip with the tip of my tongue then move higher to nibble and lick at his nipples. A brief kiss on his lips starts my journey back down again and while I taste his nipples once more, I feel his hand cupping my buttock.

He squeezes my flesh and my lips linger, then kiss lower. Right down to the tips of his toes I go again, pulling my bum reluctantly away from his touch to start my journey up the inside of his legs. Climbing onto the sofa between his spread legs I lick and nibble my way up to his soft, tender thigh flesh and higher ‘til my lips kiss his straining, scrunched up scrotum.

“Oh, yes,” he hisses, when my lips finally contact his genitals, my tongue lapping up to tease the very base of his straining cock. My hands cupping his hips, my body pressed flat against the sofa, my legs from the knees down hanging in fresh air. I keep my knees bent, my ankles linked and my legs bobbing slightly up and down.

My kisses trail up the underside of him, from the base to the top most tip. I lick out and taste the liquid pooling there. A sweet, bitter essence that I enjoy as I place my lips around him but barely touch him. I move my lips down just past the top of his head. I slither my tongue out and wipe it around him, like I’m licking up the drips from a whippy ice cream in summer.

He moans desperately and I can no longer continue to tease him, I need to taste him properly. I swallow his erection. With every subsequent sweep down I move lower, and lower, pushing more of him into my throat, testing my reflexes and the stretch of my lips till I manage to swallow his whole length.

“Oh, fuck!” He moans between clenched lips, thrusting up into my mouth. I feel him throb and twitch and the longing to feel his dick between my thighs becomes too much. Removing my lips from his cock, I stand up.

I find my handbag resting on the side table and pull out a condom.

“Oh, hurry,” he begs, “please hurry.”

I nod and place the condom between my lips. I walk back over to the sofa my mouth stretched with the latex sheath I kneel and run it down over his straining erection. As soon as he’s properly wrapped I jump to my feet then throw my thigh over him. I move myself into position, my thighs outside of his, his cock nudging my hole.

He reaches between us and grabbing his hardened rod he pushes it inside my wet hole. Lavishing him with affection has aroused me almost as much as it aroused Mike. He slips in without any trouble. I’m soaking wet. I love mouth-fucking a guy. Fucking him properly beats it though and I rise and fall slowly on Mike’s dick, enjoying every quiver that’s sent through my body.

It’s funny that right now, after a talk about control and not being in control, I end up on top. I measure the pace, pressure and length of the stroke, and have the power to satisfy or to tease. I try to move in a way that gives us both the greatest pleasure. He snakes his fingers between our bodies, seeking out my clit and I smile at his thoughtfulness then gasp when the pleasure pressure builds higher with every flick of his fingertips.

I look down on him and find his gaze is fixed on me. His dark eyes are lightened with liquid lust, his cheeks flushed, his hair matted and disorganized. I can see the impending orgasm in his eyes, his lips curl slightly and I smile in response. We keep eye contact as we fuck. However, I have to close my eyes when the shockwaves through my cunt are just becoming far too much, the intensity causing me to throw back my head and moan.

I bounce and gasp. I feel everything tighten and clench up in preparation for the onslaught of orgasm, then it all unwinds and I straighten and shudder, yelling out his name. Just a moment after I yell I feel his cock shudder inside of me and hear him roar his completion.

“Oh hell, Caitlyn, you blow me away.” He gasps and I collapse to his chest. He wraps me in his strong arms.

“You’re pretty damn spectacular yourself, mister.” I reply, nuzzling happily into his neck, enjoying the feel of his heat surrounding me, pacified by the beat of his heart.