She closed her eyes and dunked her head under the water, coming back up with her hair shiny and slick, plastered to her head. She felt like a mermaid. She ran her hands over her head and gazed at Dan, deliberately catching her lower lip between her teeth as she’d seen other women do. She didn’t want him to just be doing his job. She wanted him to want her.
Dan’s eyes were fixed on her. The candles in the room flickered in the damp atmosphere. Stacie took a bath puff from the side and squeezed a generous amount of shower gel onto it.
She lay back in the bath, bringing out her left leg from the water. Steam evaporated from her leg and she let Dan gaze at it for a second before leisurely applying the bath puff to her gleaming skin. She ran it down her thigh, then bent her knee, bringing her knee up to her chest and smoothing the bath puff down her calf, pointing her toe the whole time.
In her peripheral vision she could see Dan watching her keenly.
She repeated the process with her right leg, enjoying the golden glimmer the candles and water created on her limbs. The flickering light reflected tiny rainbows off the tiny bubbles sliding over her skin.
Stacie lowered her legs back into the water to rinse the soap off. Her breasts rose out of the water like iridescent islands. Her nipples were quiescent and flat. She ran the fingers of one hand around the nipple area of one breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple itself. Even though she hadn’t touched it, her nipple rose and hardened in response. Dan’s eyes were huge in the candlelight, fixed on her breasts. His breathing was audible in the silence. She lifted her breasts and pushed them together. Water drained away in shining rivulets.
She picked up a glass from the side of the bath. She dipped it into the water and poured it slowly over her boobs, jutting her chest out as much as possible, so the water ran over her breasts like a waterfall.
She placed the glass back and cupped her boobs in both hands, pushing them together and kneading them until her slick flesh squeezed out of the gaps between her fingers. A gasp escaped and she threw her head back. Not taking his eyes from her breasts, Dan reached for the shower gel and passed it to her. He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted.
Stacie reached out to take the shower gel. Dan didn’t let go, caressing her wet fingers with his before releasing the bottle. She shivered in delight at his touch then, flipping the lid open, she lay back in the bath. She held the bottle high above her chest and squeezed, watching the liquid pour out. The gel was cool as it hit her skin.
Stacie put the bottle back on the side and placed her hands where the gel had fallen at the top of her boobs. She began to spread it around, inscribing deep circles around her entire breast area, her fingers sliding on her glistening soapy flesh. She still didn’t touch her nipples, eager to stretch out the anticipation. She lifted her breasts to bounce them in the water, feeling an answering thrill in her pussy. She looked at Dan, unable to read his expression. He was watching her avidly. Was his cock thick and hard within those blue jeans? She couldn’t see. The panel of the bath was between them. Would this be the time he couldn’t resist?
She tipped a small amount of gel into the palm of one hand, then rubbed it against the other so both palms were coated. She placed her hands directly onto her nipples, massaging in circles, feeling the buds tighten under the skin of her palms. She began to pinch and tease her nipples, letting out a little moan, looking at Dan to test his reaction.
She pushed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage, flicking her fingers over the ultra-sensitive buds. Graham would have loved this. When it was her time of the month and he couldn’t have sex with her, he would slather lube all over her boobs and give her a titty-fuck, always aiming his cum at her face to finish. It had never done anything for her, but if Dan had suggested it right now, she’d be up for it in a second. She imagined him sliding his thick cock between her breasts, her licking the salty tip on every thrust.
Why won’t he touch me? Stacie’s pussy throbbed with need.
She turned her head to her left, staring at Dan. His eyes were firmly fixed on the entertainment. Stacie smiled, seductively she hoped.
She sat up, reaching for the glass, and rinsed the shower gel off her breasts. Her nipples were erect and achingly tender. Just the feel of the water on them made her inner muscles squeeze involuntarily.
“Squeeze and twist your nipples,” Dan said, his voice husky.
Desperate to obey his order, Stacie pulled hard on her nipples, clasping and twisting. The sensation sent shockwaves down to her pussy. She tugged her nipples again, making her body jerk, and cried out with pleasure. She knew without touching that her pussy would be moist and ready, begging to be filled.
She stood up in the bath, standing before him nude, water streaming off her. She imagined herself a modern-day Botticelli Venus, wishing her hair were long enough to twine round her body. In the mirrors around the room, she could see her body shining in the candlelight. She ran her hands up and down her waist then up to her breasts, taking her hands slowly over her breasts, making her rose-coloured buds send spasms down to her pussy.
Stacie placed her hand down her body, gliding them across her tummy and down to her neatly-trimmed pubic mound. The idea of having a Brazilian flitted across her mind. Graham used to try to persuade her to try one, but she’d always refused. She’d consider doing it for Dan, though. She continued, her right hand sliding between her thighs. When she touched her clitoris, pulsating with desire, Stacie wailed aloud, the delicate mound bursting with sensitivity.
She sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi facing Dan, her feet still in the water. Dan’s face was expressionless, his eyes almost black in the dim light. She knew she had his full attention.
Stacie closed her thighs together, sitting straight up, keenly aware of the drop behind her. She stared at Dan. His eyes were fixed to her body. She ran her hands slowly from her knees up to her pelvis, then spread her legs and rose up onto her toes in the water unashamedly showing him her pussy. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the rush of desire and excitement robbed her of breath.
Desperate to touch her pussy, instead, Stacie took hold of her breasts, squeezing them together. She brought her right nipple up to her mouth, darting out her tongue to lick it. It tasted wet and clean. She did the same to the other breast, flicking her tongue from one nipple to the other, wishing it were Dan.
Only when she could stand it no longer did she drop her hand to her crotch. She placed her fingers onto her clit, feeling her whole body erupt. Every nerve ending jerked, sending electrifying pulses around her already twanging body. Her pussy was awash. Stacie took her two longest fingers and began circling around her clit, closing her eyes, trying her hardest to remember what Dan told her earlier.
Stacie began to rub the tiny nodule from side to side, teasing it, throwing her head back as she lost herself in the wonderful sensation. Astounding how this tiny protrusion of flesh could produce such pleasure. She rubbed harder, slitting her eyes so she could watch Dan watching her.
She dipped her fingers into her eager awaiting hole, covering her fingers in her juices, and used them to lubricate her clit. She felt the climb begin, concentrating hard on her pleasure, her free hand spasmodically grabbing at her breasts as she worked her way to the pinnacle.
Stacie was torn between wanting to hold the feeling as it built more, and wanting to be there at the top. The build up intensified, her body jerked. She felt it coming fast and hard. Her nerve endings were throbbing to the rapture, sending her into eruption. She cried aloud as she felt the spasm, thrusting her hips forward, and feeling her juices spilling. Her head became light and her body throbbed and jolted with the aftershocks. Once quiescent, she slid back into the bath, trying to calm her breathing.
She turned to look at Dan. He raised a smile.
“How did that feel?”
Stacie couldn’t answer at first. How had she missed out on such an amazing feeling for so long?
“That was mind-blowing,” she said eventually, wr
apping her arms around herself.
He leaned toward her, placing a kiss on her left cheek. Stacie froze. Her mind was kidnapped.
“You’re improving so quickly, Stacie.”
She responded with a smile, not daring to tell him the truth that it was his company making her so hot and horny. On impulse, Stacie moved her head so their lips touched, but Dan pulled away. He stood up, heading to the door abruptly. Stacie was left baffled and upset, her heart bounding with disappointment. That bloody no feelings rule. Of course, he wasn't allowed, but she had expected…what? What did you expect, Stacie? she demanded of herself, angrily.
Stacie didn’t expect Dan to drop to one knee, but a little bit of something back would be nice.
“I will leave you to your bath,” he said, turning at the door, his face unreadable.
She didn’t wish to answer him. She felt cheap, tacky and slutty. However, she had signed the contract for “no emotional feelings”. Dan was just doing his job. It wasn't his fault if she had developed feelings for him. But the realisation that he had no feelings for her whatsoever made her feel ten times worse.
Dan exited the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind him.
Stacie curled up in a ball, not feeling too good about herself. She was supposed to be here to build up her confidence. Instead, she felt like a stripper. Even Graham had never made her feel like that.
Stacie knew she was taking it all too much to heart. She’d had no idea what to expect from Desires. Maybe she had taken on far too much, and got too involved.
She climbed out the bath, switching on the main light and blowing out the candles. She had a quick shower, rinsing off the bubbles and trying to scrub away her shame. What would the next lesson entail? Did she want there to be a next lesson? Maybe she should just cut her losses and go home.
Robed and towel-turbaned, Stacie headed back into the main room. There was no sign of Dan. As he’d promised, he had left her to it. She sat down at the dresser to dry her long brown hair, considering her next move. She straightened her hair, re-applied her makeup then sprayed her body in her favourite perfume.
She put on the other lingerie set she had bought. The bra was a powerful push and plunge one. Her boobs were already a good size, but a little help never hurt. The matching knickers were French style, all in lace. On went her grey straight-legged jeans with a roll neck, deep red sweater that clung to her slender figure and had the added benefit of making her breasts look bigger.
Stacie was finishing off the final touches when the door opened. Reflected in the mirror, she saw Dan enter.
“How was the bath?”
“I ended up in the shower,” she told him bluntly.
He paused, looking at her reflection keenly. “Is everything all right?” he said, walking behind her to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Everything’s fine.”
“You sound annoyed.”
Stacie didn’t bother replying.
“What would you like to do next?” he asked cautiously, while she touched up her lip gloss.
“I quite fancy getting out for a little air.”
“We can take a walk around the grounds,” he said, standing up easily. She watched him, trying to keep hold of her annoyance, and wishing she didn’t find him so damned attractive.
Stacie stood up and put on her boots and coat, while Dan waited at the door for her. They headed out and Dan closed the door behind her. They walked down the corridor toward the staircase. As they arrived at the top, Stacie looked ahead seeing the dimly-lit corridor continue on.
“What’s down there?”
“Just more rooms,” he said.
She glanced back at Dan, seeing him starting down the lavish staircase.
Dan acknowledged both the receptionists. The younger of the girls, her breasts bulging out of the top of her tight blouse, stood up as they approached. She winked at Dan and he walked over to her, kissing her on the cheek. Stacie felt acid jealousy swirl in her guts. She wanted to say something, but how could she? He wasn’t hers.
She stood waiting for him as he had a quiet word with the receptionist. Stacie turned her head away, hating the fact she was green-eyed. She saw the corridor that led down to the left where Angel’s office was, noticing a large wooden door to the right with a huge handle. A little further around there was another area with seats and two massive double doors in solid dark wood.
“Coming, Stacie?” She heard Dan’s voice and then, wearing a long leather coat, he walked past her to the double doors on the right and opened them. He waved to the receptionist. Stacie scowled, turning her head to look at the girl, who positively glowed, a happy smile splitting her face.
Through the door was another long corridor, lined with silver Louis chairs upholstered in cream. The walls were adorned with cream flowered wallpaper, and hung with large pictures of flowers and leaves. Like the corridors upstairs, many unmarked doors led off.
They turned left at the end of the corridor to see yet another stretching before her. This one had small tables dotted at intervals, bearing bowls of fresh flowers. The house truly was stunning. Dan opened another set of double doors at the end of this corridor, which opened out onto the garden.
Chapter Three
Stacie stepped out, the winter air hitting her. To her left was an impressive conservatory. Through the windows, she could see a black grand piano sitting in the centre, the walls lined with chairs shaped like musical notes. At the far side of the conservatory there was a bar.
Outside there was a weed-free block-paved patio with silver tables and chairs punctuated by outdoor heaters, and yet another building beyond that. She was surprised at how extensive the club was. It was far larger than it had appeared from the front.
They walked between the conservatory and the other building into a large garden. Mature trees rattled their naked branches, and the garden was well-stocked with a variety of bushes and conifers.
Dan walked ahead, then stopped and waited for her to catch up as she stared around her. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, just being nosy.” She shook her head at the sheer opulence.
“It is stunning, isn’t it? It has just recently been decorated. Angel has spent a fortune on it, but the place is doing well, so why not?”
They continued to walk deeper into the garden—everything looked gloomy and dismal. Winter truly held sway here. The cold air bit at her nose. Stacie wished she had brought her gloves and a scarf, not just her coat. She tagged a little behind Dan, following him through the grounds. Her thoughts turned back to the receptionist. Has he slept with those girls? She found it hard to understand her own anger. They were colleagues after all. Maybe they were just good friends. Why do I find that hard to believe?
She walked down the pathways, inhaling the winter-cold air, wondering what she would be doing if she were at home? Probably working or doing housework, cooking for one and being miserable. Instead she was at Desires getting herself jealous, and following a very attractive young man around a miserable, dull, cold garden.
Dan led her across the lawn to what appeared to be an unbroken hedge. But, as they approached, she saw it was an optical illusion. One hedge overlapped another behind it, creating the appearance of an impenetrable barrier, but in actual fact, there was a narrow gap which led to a secret garden, walled, with bushes and conifers hiding it from onlookers. A few sheds and outhouses lined the pathways. Dan led her to a sheltered wooden arbour where they sat down.
“You okay?” he said.
“I’m just thinking how beautiful this place is.”
“It looks stunning in the spring and summer,” he said, leaning back in the seat next to her and taking a deep lungful of the fresh air. She could smell his scent. It intoxicated her. She wanted to snuggle up next to him, but she knew he would not welcome it.
They sat in silence. Stacie hated it, wishing she could find out more about him, but she knew she would be wasting her breath.
What should she do? She knew the
sensible option was to leave Desires and never come back. Dan would never give her what she wanted. Her feelings for him would never be reciprocated. He was doing his job, that was all. But then, when she had almost decided to leave, the thought of never seeing Dan again sent her into a blind panic. She wanted him, no, she needed him—not only emotionally, but practically. She still needed what she had come here in the first place for, to gain confidence in herself sexually. Wasn’t it better to learn from Dan, who understood her needs? Whilst leaving Graham had been a big decision, all that Stacie had really needed was to wake up and smell the coffee, but Dan…he was something else, inexplicable.
Her mind wandered in circles, not knowing which direction to take. She admitted to herself she had enjoyed the sessions so far and she was desperate for him to take the next step, for him to be intimate with her. Couldn’t she separate the physical from the emotional? Men seemed to do it easily, and even some women.
She turned her head to look at Dan, to find him staring at her. Stacie smiled, he responded likewise.
She was about to speak, when she heard a loud moaning sound of pleasure. She turned toward the direction of the sound. A woman was leaning up against one of the large trees in the garden, her legs spread and her skirt lifted to her waist. A man was on his knees in front of her, licking her pussy. Shocked, Stacie instantly looked away. She glanced at Dan to see his reaction. He merely raised his eyebrows and smiled an inscrutable smile. Curiosity got the better of her and she looked back. As the woman’s moans got louder, Stacie felt guilty for seeing and hearing them, unsure where to look.
She was horrified to find herself beginning to be turned on by the display. She clenched her inner muscles and felt the familiar trembles begin, but mixed with the arousal was revulsion that they were having sex in broad daylight without caring that anyone could see them, or hear them. She watched the couple swap places. The woman knelt down and pulled his penis from his trousers, sucking it with obvious eagerness.
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