“I hope that’s all,” she sighed. “I remember a few years back we had a storm like this, and it was fine, so, fingers crossed.”
“I think I should go back there with you.”
“Would you?”
“Of course. I want to, very much. If there are any problems you can pick up some fresh clothes and come back here,” then pausing, he added, “I like having you in my house.”
“You do?” she asked, sitting up and smiling at him.
“You know I do, besides, I’ll be worried. I need to know that you’re safe.”
“You are the best man ever,” she said earnestly. “How did I get so lucky?”
“You tried to steal my wallet, remember?”
“That’s like the opposite of ‘no good deed goes unpunished,’” she giggled. “I did a bad deed and got a fabulous reward.”
“Cheeky Jane,” he grinned, “what am I going to do with you?”
“I’m sure you have the answer to that!”
“As a matter of fact, I do. I have something very wicked in store for you tonight.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Yes, you might well be worried,” he mused, raising an eyebrow, “and now that the idea has come to me, I suggest you make yourself presentable.”
“Presentable how?”
“Hot scented bath, then naked on the bed. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”
“But it takes five minutes to fill the tub!”
“Then I suggest you get started,” he declared looking at his watch. “You’ll get a smack on each cheek for every second you keep me waiting, starting… now!”
Letting out a squeal, she jumped to her feet and scurried away, and as Henry watched her disappear down the hall he let out a contented sigh. He really did love having her in his home. He was loath to let her leave, but he knew their idyllic time away from the real world was coming to an end. He’d soon be back to work; she’d be off doing God knows what and risking her freedom playing loose with the law. It was a dreadful dilemma.
Even though the storm had caused havoc, he still had Internet service, and reaching for his laptop, he powered it on to check his mail. Cruising through the many messages, he opened a few, including one from his older sister, Sara. She lived in Esher, a suburb out of the city, had three daughters under ten, and somehow had found the time to start a small business making doll’s clothes. It amazed him, but Sara was very bright. He’d been surprised when she’d chosen to be a stay-at-home wife and mother, but she’d taken to her role with uncompromising zeal.
Though his sister’s note was full of her family’s news, including her desire to host Christmas, she was writing to ask if he knew anyone who could help her with her website. Her webmaster was in demand, and she was tired of waiting days for help when issues arose. He sent her a quick reply promising to ask around, and suggested that their parents probably wouldn’t want to give up the traditional weekend gathering at the family’s country home. In addition to Sara, Henry had a younger brother, Charles, starting out in the business world. Like Henry, Charles had a head for numbers, but was seeking a career in banking, choosing it over the more cerebral route Henry had pursued.
As Henry closed his computer, his sister’s email suddenly brought home the extreme contrast between his life and Jane’s. His family wasn’t perfect by any means, but he had grown up in a beautiful home with loving parents, shared his boyhood with siblings, and had been given an excellent education. Christmas was always special, with a Christmas tree trimming party, and a weekend of marvelous meals surrounded by extended family, both staying over and stopping in to visit. Life had given Jane none of these precious gifts, and though Henry had always counted himself lucky, it was dawning on him just how fortunate he was.
“I don’t know how you’ve spent the holidays in past years, but you’re going to have a proper Christmas this year,” he mumbled. “That I promise you.”
Glancing at his watch, he saw time was almost up, and he rose from the couch and wandered across to the windows. There wasn’t much to see. The blanket of crystalline white he’d been looking at for what felt much longer than three days was virtually unchanged, and he shifted his mind back to the gorgeous girl who would soon be at his mercy. As the image of what he was about to do floated through his head, he felt himself relax. A knowing smile curled the edges of his lips, and turning slowly around, he started toward his bedroom.
* * *
Though Jane had soaked for only a short time, it had been long enough for her to sink into the jasmine-scented water and reminisce about the days she’d just shared with Henry. She’d never been so happy. They weren’t just comfortable in each other’s company; they had developed an affectionate camaraderie and a banter that would usually end up in laughter. He was loving and warm and oh-so sexy, and sleeping next to him was heavenly. She’d never felt lonely in the past, and she loved her house, but she didn’t relish the thought of returning to her life. She was going to miss him, his home, sitting across the dining table from him, laughing with him… she was going to miss it all!
Once out of the tub and sitting on the bed waiting for him, her melancholy evaporated. Henry was full of surprises, and she was eager to experience his latest decadent delight. When he entered she looked up at him expectantly, then followed him with her eyes as he wordlessly walked across the room and into his closet. She knew what that meant; he was digging into his box of naughty tricks. Her butterflies were already flitting around in her stomach, and lying back, she closed her eyes as she rested her fingers against her sex, not surprised to find she was already wet.
“Scoot down, your head off the pillow,” he said, approaching her. “You need to be flat.”
Opening her eyes and shuffling down the bed, she saw the familiar leather cuffs, but he was carrying four, not just a pair. They were quickly secured, and when she saw him withdraw the blindfold from his pocket, she took in a breath. Being engulfed in the dark, hearing sounds and not knowing what they meant, sent a thrill through her body and made her feel utterly helpless. It was a sense of freedom she didn’t understand, but she loved it. He was smiling down at her, a villainous glint in his eye.
“Why are you looking at me that way?”
“That would be telling,” he chuckled. “Close your eyes.”
He placed the satin scarf around her head, but she felt him tie it at the side, not the back as he’d done before. What did it mean? His hands were suddenly gripping her calves, and to her astonishment, he raised her legs and brought them across her body and over her head. As he secured the shackles around her ankles to the ones at her wrists, she let out a grunt of protest. He had placed her in an uncomfortable and extremely lewd position.
“There, all your lovely charms laid open.”
“I feel so…” she whispered, unable to finish the sentence.
“So exposed? That’s because you are,” he said, smoothing his hand down the back of her thigh and across her upturned cheeks. “I can inspect you, I can explore you, I can spank you, I can do whatever pleases me.”
“Sir,” she whispered, “you’re making me so hot.”
“Am I? Hot? Do you think you have a fever?”
“Not that kind of hot, I mean—”
“I think we should make sure,” he said, cutting her off. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t go anywhere?” she quipped. “You mean, like, bounce down the stairs and out the front door into the snow on my back?”
Sharp smacks instantly landed on each cheek. She yelped loudly, but when he tickled her anus, she squealed out in protest.
“Cheeky Jane, silly girl, I don’t think you should be testing the waters right now, do you?”
“No, Sir, I’m sorry,” she said hastily. “I’ll behave.”
“It would be wise.”
Henry’s cock had surged to life, and stepping away from the bed, he began to remove his clothes, staring at the splendid sight as he did. He’d been amazed at their co
mpatibility. Everything he’d thrown at her, she had embraced with abandon. He felt alive, energized, and excited. Was it true joy he was feeling? Moving into the bathroom, he retrieved the thermometer, dipping it into a jar of coconut oil. Ambling back to her, he wished she could see the grin on his face, but he wanted her focused, and focus was what the blindfold provided.
“Let’s see just how hot you are,” he crooned, touching the end of the thin, oiled glass tube to her most private part.
“Ooh, Sir.”
“Yes, Jane?” he asked, pushing it forward.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.
“Don’t move,” he said firmly.
His command hadn’t been unnecessary. She was frozen. The tickling intruder was tiny, but it felt like a giant dildo, and it seemed like forever before he finally pulled it out. When he announced that she did indeed have a fever, she almost believed him; her face was burning.
“We need to remove the cause of the heat. You’re much too aroused,” he declared, sliding his fingers into her pussy. “You’re positively drenched. I’m sorry, young lady, but you’re in need of an orgasm. It’s the only cure.”
“Sir…” she whimpered, his words sending her butterflies into a wild dance, but he began twirling his finger around her clit, teasing her forward, and all thought left her.
She could feel her thighs tightening. His erotic massage was intensely tantalizing, and when he plunged his finger into her sex, then placed his mouth over her clit and hungrily lapped, she let out a loud cry. She was already nearing the edge, and if he continued tonguing her magic nub and thrusting his finger in and out, there would be no holding back. To her joy he didn’t stop, and sent her into a glorious orgasm that left her breathlessly mumbling his name.
Waiting until her convulsions had waned, he released her ankles from her wrists and slowly lowered her legs, then stretched out beside her, cuddling her through her post-orgasmic bliss. When she let out a heavy breath and began to move against him, he kissed her lovingly, then journeyed his lips to her neck, before traveling them to her breasts to slowly draw in her nipples.
“Hmmm, your chest is very red, and quite warm,” he remarked, laying his palm flat on her chest. “I believe you still have a fever. I’m afraid this calls for another climax,” he declared, moving off the bed. “Arms above your head, please.”
It only took him seconds to secure her wrists to the headboard, then he instructed her to close her legs, and though she couldn’t see him, she heard his footfalls as he moved away. She knew he had returned to his closet, but he was back quickly, stopping at the foot of the bed.
“Mercy,” she begged, “please, have mercy.”
“No mercy for the wicked,” he declared, snapping her ankle cuffs together, then, burying something between her thighs, he rested it against her pussy. “Are you ready?”
“Ooh, Henry, what is it? It feels like a cricket ball.”
“Are you ready?” he repeated patiently.
“Yes,” she muttered, “for whatever it is.”
The gentle buzzing elicited an immediate response, and she moaned loudly as she wriggled against the mind-numbing vibrator. Sitting next to her on the bed, he delighted in her squirming; he took hold of the wand, changed the speed from slow to medium, then pressed it back against her. He was tempted to engage in some teasing and denial, but she was already hurtling forward, and as her back arched and she wailed through the powerful climax, a wave of energy gushed through his cock.
She was panting, her chest rising and falling with short, rapid breaths. Gathering his wits, he quickly switched off the vibrator and hurriedly unsnapped her ankle cuffs, then released her wrists from the headboard. The moment he lay down, her arms came around him, and she nestled her head into his chest.
“My God, Henry,” she gasped, “that was unbelievable.”
“Catch your breath,” he purred, “just relax and catch your breath.”
Closing his eyes, he could feel they were cloaked in deep intimacy. It was far beyond sex, far beyond anything he’d shared with a woman, and he was overcome with a need to be inside her. As he rolled away to reach for a condom, he could feel her clinging to him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly, finding the package and quickly sheathing his rigid cock.
“Thank goodness,” she breathed. “I need you to be next to me.”
Moving on top of her, he gently pulled off her blindfold, and as she blinked open her eyes he locked her gaze, then slid inside her welcoming pussy.
“You’re going to come for me again,” he said firmly.
“I know,” she bleated. “I can already feel it.”
Her admission spurred him on, and raising himself up, he settled on his knees, clutched her hips, and plunged forward. Shifting his focus to her cherry-tipped breasts moving in time with his thrusts, he could feel his cock was already wanting to burst, but he was determined to wait it out. He slowed, allowing the moment to pass, then accelerated, and continued the pattern until she called out his name, and he saw her fingers curl into fists.
“Now, Henry, now,” she wailed. “Please, now.”
He exploded into his sheath, squeezing his eyes shut as the strong spasms shot through his body, sure his heart was going to thump itself out of his chest. When the spasms finally began to abate and his cock fell from her depths, he collapsed next to her, rolling onto his back and forcing himself to take deep breaths. She was curling into him, and he managed to move his arm enough to drop it around her shoulder. Quiet moments passed, until she let out a long, deep sigh and shifted against him.
“Can I ask you something,” she murmured, “something I probably shouldn’t?”
“As long as it doesn’t require me moving from this bed,” he replied, knowing he needed to reach for a tissue but didn’t have the strength to do even that.
“What you just did, what we just did, is it, uh, normal for you?”
He knew what she was asking, and he understood why she was asking it. She was as spellbound as he was.
“No, not even close,” he said softly. “Nothing about this is normal for me.”
Enveloping her into his arms, he wanted to say more, but he wasn’t sure what it was, so he just held her, and knew the right words would come when they were meant to.
Chapter Fifteen
It was Thursday morning, and though the conditions had improved, the temperatures were still extremely cold and there was rain in the forecast. Henry held a computer conference with his colleagues, and after much discussion about the power outages still plaguing certain areas, and the streets being slick and hazardous, it was decided they would work from home until Monday. Henry rarely drove his car, using it mostly for his trips to the family home in the country, or to visit his sister in Esher. It was a Range Rover and could handle the conditions, and having no doubt that the taxis and car services would probably be in demand, he decided to drive Jane back to her house himself. They were about to head out when his phone rang. It was Sara.
“Hi, Henry, I just wondered if you’d had any luck finding someone to help me with my site.”
“Not yet, but I will make some inquiries later today. I’m a bit busy right now.”
“Things are going haywire, and my webmaster isn’t picking up his phone or answering my mails. I think he must have been affected by the storm.”
“There’s a guy in my office, Fred, he’s pretty good with websites, or so I’ve been told. I promise I’ll get in touch with him later today.”
“Please? Would you? I’m pulling my hair out.”
“Don’t do that, Sara, you have beautiful hair. Count to ten. I promise I’ll find you someone.”
He ended the call, and turned around to see Jane staring at him from the couch. She’d sat back down to wait, and couldn’t help overhearing his conversation.
“I can help,” she said eagerly.
“With my sister’s website? You know how to work on a website?”
“I
t’s your sister? Yes, absolutely I do. I’d love to help. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just… I’m surprised.”
“I have many talents you have yet to discover,” she quipped with a mischievous grin.
“So it appears. You really know what you’re doing with HTML and all that crazy stuff?”
“Yes, I know what I’m doing,” Jane exclaimed. “Call her and tell her you’ve found someone. Ask her to send you her passwords, along with a list of the problems she’s having. I’ll fix it for her when we get back.”
“You’re sure.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake! Yes!”
Still skeptical, Henry called Sara back, and a few minutes later, as he and Jane walked into his garage and climbed into his Rover, he stared across at her, shaking his head.
“Where did you learn about web design? I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around this.”
“I went to a course, of course,” she replied, then laughed out loud. “Let’s just say it was part of my training.”
“Was Bernie behind this?”
“He had a hard time using an iPad. I was a godsend, and honestly, it’s not that difficult.”
“I’m suitably impressed,” Henry grinned, “and thank you. My sister is going nuts.”
“You haven’t told me anything about your family. What does she do?”
“She’s married, has three daughters, and she started a business making doll’s clothes. She’s very creative.”
“Good for her, and I’m really pleased I’m able to help. Do you have any other brothers or sisters?”
“Yes, a younger brother named Charles, though I call him Charlie.”
As he pulled out of the garage and started cautiously down the street, he decided to tell her about his background and his siblings and parents. She had opened up to him. It was his turn. She didn’t interrupt, and when he was finished she asked him to expand on what it had been like to attend school at Oxford. The more they talked, the more he thought it a tragedy that such a bright girl was never given the opportunity for a higher education. It had been a slow, hazardous drive, and when he turned down her street it was not an encouraging sight. There was a crew working on the power lines, and there were parked cars still covered in snow.
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