“Yeah, well, at least you have more conversations with yours than I have with mine,” Anne responded as she disappeared into the patient’s room.
Coming out a few minutes later, Anne sat down next to Gillian at the front desk. “The whole behavior of him lately has me confused and unsure.”
“What do you mean?” Gillian asked.
“I don’t know. I just don’t know. The past few months, it’s been a text the week before, a package with a mask, and then a night of, well you know. But this was out of the blue, different, like there was an underlying need to it.”
“Maybe he sees what we all see.”
“Not him. Not me. Come on, Gil, what would a man of that stature see in me?”
“A lot of passion, love, and you. Now I’ve got to go check patients. I’ll see you Saturday night.”
Anne nodded, and watched as Gillian walked off. They usually worked the same shifts, but this was Anne’s alternating twelve-hour shift week, and the following three days she was off.
Anne finished her work and headed home a few hours later. The kids were with their father again, which was part of the arrangement when she had to work. Finding the house dark, Anne turned on some of the lower lights, projecting a sensual feel.
Grabbing a glass of wine, Anne curled into the corner of the couch, her hair up in a bun, a ratty tank shirt and pair of pajama pants on, iPad in her hand. Pulling up the browser, Anne typed in Mace’s name. His real name. The normal stuff came up. Biography of a millionaire, information about his businesses, the charities that he oversaw, the ones his corporation funded, yet nothing about the flip side of his life; the dark desires that fueled their trysts. All that she found was everything that she already knew from similar searches over the past five months.
Anne thought back to the night at the bar those months ago. She and Gillian had gone out, the need to get laid fueled by a need to forget about the stresses of her asshole ex and her job. Anne didn’t know that that night was going to open her life up to desires and wants that she`d never realized she had. One of those being with Mace. A situation she knew would never happen. They were too different. He, a rich bachelor, she, a divorced woman. So she settled for the monthly meetings, the monthly passion. Again, the reasons he chose her still filtered around her mind. Anne wasn’t naïve enough to think that Mace hadn’t run a background check or information on her. The society requested information during their first visit, and having the resources that he had, she was sure there were other resources.
Anne grabbed her phone, finished her wine and started to head upstairs to bed, when a knock on the door stopped her. Checking the clock, she realized it was only nine. She double-checked the peephole before opening the door to find a small package. On the envelope was Mace’s handwriting: Anne. Until we meet again… Her package had arrived. She grabbed it quickly, the excitement building inside of her.
Ripping the wrapping off, Anne tore open the top cover, revealing first an intricate white and pink mask. She ran her fingers over the cut-outs, and held it to her face, immediately relaxing, feeling the veil of protection it offered, and the promise of what was to come. Unfolding the cream colored tissue, the outfit was not what she had expected. A white bikini lay in the box. Around the edges, a deep pink color outlined the material. She pulled out the top and held it up, examining the almost nothing-there material. Anne noticed that the bottoms were actually crotch-less. Interesting. Below the bikini, and still wrapped in a pearl colored tissue, was a magenta cover up dress.
Anne removed the dress from the box, and stood to put the material against her body. The material was a solid color, not see-through, like most cover ups. The neckline plunged to reveal the area where her breasts would be. She packed the outfit and mask back into the box, and headed toward her bedroom. Reaching her bed, her cell phone went off, the familiar text tone.
Mace: Did you like your gift?
Anne: Of course. They are always so beautiful.
Mace: Just like you. See you Saturday.
Anne: You said it was special? Where are we going?
Mace: Surprise, but I’ll have a car pick you up this time.
Anne: Okay.
Mace: Okay? I can’t wait to see you in the outfit.
Anne: Can’t wait to wear it.
Mace: Sweet dreams, Beautiful.
The texts brought a smile to Anne’s face. Although there could not be much more between them, the monthly meetings were by far becoming her favorite times. Anne placed her gift on the chair in the corner of her room and made her way to bed. Her king-sized bed set on the back wall, flanked by a night stand on either side of it. The bed was filled with pillows and an oversized down comforter, although it wasn’t cold enough to use. Crawling into the middle, Anne pulled the sheet over her body and fell asleep.
***
Saturday finally arrived. Anne had spent the morning prepping. A quick trip to the nail salon had a new pink colored manicure and pedicure applied, a little waxing as well. Anne was sitting in her bedroom, wrapped in a silk robe. Her unsteady hands opened the box that Mace had sent. Anne didn’t know why opening the box had her nerves standing on edge; it was just filled with clothes. But it was so much more. It was the promise of the unknown, the promise of his desire for her and hers for him.
As Anne pulled out the mask, she laid it next to her on the bed and turned her attention to the bikini. She pulled out the top and the bottoms, pausing to look at them one more time before placing them on her body. Anne let the silk robe drift off her shoulders, and secured the bikini top. Removing the magenta dress from the box, Anne stood away from the bed as she slid the material over her body. The cover up was strapless, and zipped up the side. The material clung to her curves, and flowed away from her body at her hips. The length was short, roughly four inches past her crotch.
Anne reached into her closet and grabbed a pair of black heels. As she secured them to her feet, a knock on her door indicated that her ride had arrived. Quickly grabbing her mask and clutch, Anne made her way to the door. Opening it up, she noticed a white limousine waiting. Oh My God!
A chauffer dressed in a black suit escorted her to the waiting vehicle, opening the door to allow Anne to slide on to the leather bench seat. Anne settled into a seat, and noticed a bottle of champagne uncorked, and a small note beside it.
My Dearest Anne,
Enjoy a glass of champagne and relax. Tonight will be amazing.
M
Anne wasn’t able to relax. She was never able to relax on these nights, until Mace touched her. The drive was longer, and Anne noticed the limo did not turn off toward Mace’s residence.
“Where are we going?” Anne asked the driver.
“To the harbor,” he replied dryly.
The harbor? What could he possibly have in mind?
The car pulled up to the docks about fifteen minutes later. Anne stepped out of the limo, and turned to face a yacht docked at the end of a lit pathway. Holy Jesus!
“Your adventure begins.” The driver motioned toward the path, and Anne walked toward the monstrosity. Arriving at the gate for the dock, a gentleman that Anne recognized was checking in the guests.
“Your mask, Miss?” Anne handed him her mask, he scanned the inside corner and handed it back to her. “Please place the mask on your face now.”
Anne nodded and did as she was told. As soon as her mask was in place, another gentleman ushered her to a main room aboard the yacht. Anne was amazed at what she saw around her. The yacht was not your typical yacht. Instead of a grandiose layout, that one would see on those ‘Yachts of the Millionaires’ shows, this one had been redone. The main room was redesigned to house a small bar and over sized couches. The perimeter of the room was dressed with St. Andrew’s Crosses, spanking benches, and various attachment options. A waiter circled the room with a tray of champagne flutes. Anne immediately grabbed one, hoping to calm her nerves.
She scanned the floor for Gillian, but without knowing what her mask
looked like, she was unable to place her among the crowd. Anne waited impatiently until she heard the familiar ringing of the bell that signaled the beginning of the night’s festivities.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this evening is a bit different from those previously. We, your gracious hosts, wanted to unveil the new addition to our monthly parties.” The man speaking was not Mace. Anne looked around and did not see him within the room.
“Please enjoy yourselves. This main room is similar to one you’d find in the club. There are private rooms on the decks below, all outfitted the same. Please be courteous tonight, and keep to a one-hour limit. In the future, we will be offering advance reservations on the rooms. But for now, enjoy your kinky selves.”
The crowd started to disperse to various areas of the room, and some even to the staircase leading downstairs. A masked man approached Anne. “Miss, please follow me.”
“I’m waiting for someone.”
“Mr. M. has asked me to escort you to a different area of the boat. Now please follow me.”
Anne nodded, and followed the man to a private staircase that led to the bow of the boat. Anne looked at him. “This says not to enter?”
“Please miss, go up and wait by the railing.”
“Okay.” To be thrown off??? Anne climbed the stairs and made her way to the railing. Off to the left she saw two O rings attached to part of the bow. A small table held a candle, a rose, and a set of white leather cuffs. Another note placed in the middle of the table read:
My Dearest,
Please enjoy the view. I will be with you shortly.
M.
Anne did just that, bringing herself to the railing to look out into the water. The faintest of steps came up behind her as Mace’s arm circled her waist. He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You look amazing.”
“This whole thing is amazing. The yacht, this…us.”
Mace turned Anne around and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His mask was in place, as it always was. The difference this time was his attire. Instead of his normal black suit, a pair of black board shorts and a black button down shirt graced his body.
“You’re looking a little under-dressed, Sir.”
“Doesn’t matter; in a little while you will be undressed.” The declaration stirred Anne’s core.
“I can’t wait.” Anne responded, as Mace’s hands gently removed the bikini straps from her shoulders. Lowering the magenta dress from her breasts, Mace unzipped the side zipper and let the material fall to the floor. Gripping the small of Anne’s back, Mace pulled her tight to him.
“I have a surprise for you tonight.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. First it starts with me removing this top, turning you around and spanking you.”
A shiver ran through Anne as her response came out lighter than a whisper. “What did I do?”
“You made me jerk off in a public bathroom during an important meeting,” he responded, unlatching the bikini top and pulling it away from her body. Anne’s nipples tightened from the soft breeze of the ocean air. Her body was hot with desire, flushed with arousal, and he had barely touched her.
“As I remember, you texted me.”
“Yes, but you telling me you were naked in a bath didn’t help my case.” Mace turned Anne around and bent her chest over the railing slightly, allowing him access to her round ass. “So beautiful.”
His hands caressed the mounds as he prepared for the first swat. Landing it on her right cheek, Anne hissed through clenched teeth. Another swat landed on the left side. The process continued until her ass was a nice, glowing red. Shifting her legs, Mace positioned his knee between them; snaking his hand around to her abdomen, he continued south over her bottoms. The crotchless set had its advantages. Running his fingers over her slit, Mace could feel the wetness escaping her labia. Anne arched into his chest as Mace drove his fingers into her core. Mace pumped his fingers in and out of Anne’s pussy as the breath escaped from her lungs. As Anne’s muscles tightened around Mace’s fingers, he pulled them out, denying Anne of her orgasm.
“You sadist.” Anne said, as Mace picked her up and moved her to the table.
“You know I’m not sadist, but if you do insist I am, I might have to hold off your orgasms tonight.” Mace grabbed the leather cuffs and secured them around Anne’s wrists. Positioning her on her back, Mace secured the cuffs to the silver O rings on the angled floor of the bow.
Anne squirmed, attempting to test the range on the cuffs-no go. Anne looked at Mace through the slits in her mask, a flogger in his hand.
“What’s that?”
“Your surprise.”
“You’ve flogged me before.”
“Not strapped to a boat, my belle.” With that, the first strike landed against Anne’s thigh; another strike on the other leg. Mace trailed the leather fingers over Anne’s abdomen. Mace pulled the implement back and landed a softer strike against her right hip. He repeated the motion, this time landing it on her left side.
A moan escaped from Anne’s mouth as Mace continued to work the flogger over various parts of her body.
“You are so gorgeous spread out for me,” Mace said as he ran his fingertips up the length of Anne’s thigh, reaching the wetness of her core. Trailing his fingers over the closed lips, Mace teased her clit, gently flicking it with his finger.
“Oh…” Anne moaned as Mace picked up his assault on her sensitive bud. Being on the edge of an orgasm earlier, it didn’t take much to build her back up. Anne could feel the familiar tension radiate throughout her body, as Mace continued to circle with his thumb. Anne’s body moved in rhythm with Mace’s. Just as her body became rigid and ready to explode, Mace pulled away.
“I hate you.” Anne cried out.
“No, you don’t. You enjoy what I do to your body.”
Anne heard Mace move away from her, and the familiar sound of a condom wrapper ripping. Her body arched toward the noise, anticipating Mace’s cock.
“As much as I want to tease you all night on the bow, we do need to get back to the party. I am going to fuck you senseless, and then we grab something to eat. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, spread those legs and let me see that beautiful cunt of yours.”
Anne did as she was told, and Mace slid quickly into her. Mace began a rhythm, slowly pulling out of her and thrusting back in. The contradictory movements had Anne’s body on fire again.
“Come on, my belle, give me that orgasm,” Mace barked as his speed increased.
The muscles in Anne’s body contracted, and her body released. She barely heard Mace as he emptied himself into her cunt. Pulling out, Mace cleaned himself up, and removed the cuffs from her wrists. He handed her the magenta dress, and Anne covered herself back up.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself?” Mace asked, as he ushered her back to the main room.
“Although a little short, I always enjoy myself.” Anne winked at him as he swatted her ass.
“Just wait until we meet again.”
About Paige Matthews
Paige Matthews grew up reading any book she could get her hands on. Following her love of literature, she currently holds a BA in Comparative Literature and a MA in Writing from Western CT State University. Ms. Matthew’s novels explore the emotional bonds of D/ s relationships and the desires hidden within us all. When she is not writing or reading, she enjoys relaxing with her family, traveling and being outdoors. You can contact her at [email protected].
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Waves of pleasure
Rebecca Sherwin
“Can I
get you anything, Miss Cooper?”
I peeked over the top of my book and peered over the rim of my sunglasses. How about an ice bath? My god, Mr Cocktail-Menu was utterly delectable. I felt the purr at the back of my throat. He made me want to brandish my claws and attack before eating him alive. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Broad shoulders. A narrow waist; his midriff left bare by the shorts that hung low on his hips. Nipples – perfect little pads that made my tongue flex against the roof of my mouth. Mmm…
“Miss Cooper?”
“No. Thank you.”
I pushed my glasses back up, but stared as Peachy Ass walked away. His voice was like warm chocolate with an I-know-how-to-fuck edge to it…like chocolate covered popping candy and boy, did I want to make him pop. Explode. All over me. I purred again and licked my lips when he looked over his shoulder to see if I was watching. I was - unashamedly so.
I had ventured out to the beach for the day. Daddy owned the biggest share in Brown Hotels and I had made a career of working for them, sampling the…goods. Naturally I earned attention. Wherever I went, heads would turn and I had a bell boy, waiter or maid by side before I even thought about clicking my fingers. I was my father’s daughter, no doubt. I demanded respect. And sex. Hot, sweaty, dirty talking, sheet clawing, toe curling fucking. It hadn’t always been that way. I was a shy kid; plumpy and kind of awkward. But they didn’t know that. I was good as the boss.
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