He emphasized the word “associate”, and as he spoke, he turned so that he was facing Tracey with his body blocking their view of Andrew. Tracey noted how cleverly he took charge of what could have been an awkward situation.
“Actually, if it’s alright, I’ll come back this afternoon. I want to complete the listing as soon as possible. Is three okay?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” Derek said.
He spoke to the chef again and Tracey began wishing she knew Japanese.
“See you then,” he said with a nod at her, and then a nod at Andrew, and he left, carrying a small bag under one arm.
Tracey turned back to finish her meal and the chef said in a heavy accent, “This is on Mr. Wahlstrom tab,” before snatching her bill away.
Andrew looked expectantly at the chef forcing a response, “He say you pay you own.”
Tracey didn’t even try to hide the laugh that bubbled up.
A short time later, and she was wrapping up her work in the office to head out to Manor House for the second time in two days. Her camera was fully charged and she had several packs of reserve batteries.
This was sure to be a productive day.
Chapter Four
Tracey was excited - it was her chance to really showcase Mr. Wahlstrom’s house, and she was going to see the tower.
On that first visit when she hadn’t been able to see the tower, she was forced to tuck it away mentally as though Mr. Wahlstrom was just another client who had a room he’d rather tidy up a little more before showing it.
If she’d known what was actually in the room, she might have put less pressure on him to see it, and listed the house with the plan of trying not to show the tower whenever possible.
After Tracey explained that it was essential she see the tower today, Derek gave a wry smile. He used one hand to gesture up the spiral stairs to the tower, and then used his head to indicate an elegant wrought-iron sliding door with an elevator behind it.
He’d changed out of his suit and was dressed in olive green khakis that were pressed with precision, and a black shirt with an impressive fit. Tracey noticed a different mechanical watch on his wrist as he pointed, and thought again of Andrew calling him the richest man she’d ever meet. She imagined that was something Andrew was very right about.
She glanced up at the tall, quiet businessman and gave him her most radiant smile, and then started to climb the stairs. “I jump at chances for a quick workout.”
This time she was sure he was checking out her ass, as she made the steep climb.
From behind her, he stated, “Very admirable.” There was a bit of a pause that left her wondering if he was actually commenting on her behind and then, “I think too many people don’t exercise.”
Derek stood for a moment at the base of the stairs, watching the real estate agent ascend, appreciating her long, lean legs and the swell of her hips as she moved up the stairs. He hoped what she found at the top wouldn’t make her change her mind about listing the home.
Tracey climbed the three flights of stairs with ease, enjoying the extra workout her calves got from the pumps she was wearing. She was happy to note that Mr. Wahlstrom seemed to have no problems with the minor workout either, and why should he? Under his designer clothing, it was apparent he took great care to stay in fantastic shape.
At the top of the stairs was an average sized landing that circled around the entrance to the stairwell. Tracey was greeted by two doors that looked as though they belonged in a medieval reenactment; one in front of her and one behind where she stood. They were large, wooden and curved at the top with wrought iron accents.
She looked questioningly at Mr. Wahlstrom and he responded, “The one behind you is where the elevator would have dropped us off. You’ll enter my favorite room of Manor House through the door directly in front of you.”
The door opened to reveal a stark room that was round with two windows.
The stone walls made the inside look a bit like a dungeon, and the different leather items hanging from the wall certainly enhanced the style.
There was an oversized bed in the center of the room with an old fashioned canopy above it. It was the largest bed Tracey had ever seen and seemed to be even larger than a king size. It was made with an eye to detail; maroon blankets with black lace overlay, and dozens of pillows in different sizes and different shades of red were spread out near the headboard. Upon closer inspection, Tracey noticed there was a mirror on the underside of the canopy.
The bed and décor looked impressive, so Tracey pulled her camera out of her purse and started aiming it around the room.
On each side of the bed was a huge, white fur rug. At the end of the bed was a giant trunk. The two windows of the room had delicate, lace curtains drawn to one side and fastened with a gold cord.
The room had no artwork, but when Tracey looked closer at what she’d initially thought were leather decorations, she realized that hanging from the walls were leather straps, padded boards, several different sets of handcuffs and more than a dozen different styles of whips.
As Tracey realized what was hanging on the walls she lowered her camera to her side. She turned slowly to look at Mr. Wahlstrom.
He was leaning casually in the doorway, one leg hooked behind the other and his elbow raised to rest in the frame. “See why I’m not interested in showing this room?”
“Whose room is it?” She was half-expecting to hear yet another tale of an interesting but distant relative.
The smile that he gave her in answer lit his eyes up. “Mine. Of course.”
He walked from the doorway to stand directly in front of her. He cupped her cheek with one hand and with his other hand, pulled her close to him by the waist. “I’d really like to show you what this room is for.”
Derek’s eyes were intense and dark with lust, and suddenly the room seemed very small.
Tracey felt hot and flushed, and she realized she must be blushing. This was the closest she’d ever been to him. His fingers seemed to be burning holes through her clothes, and her waist seemed hot where he was holding her. She could see the leather implements out of the corner of her eye, and she felt flushed and embarrassed again, thinking of how they might be used.
She’d fantasized about this moment for long enough and now it was coming true! But at that moment, she remembered her rule about not sleeping with people she worked with. After a few seconds, she decided that she didn’t actually work with Mr. Wahlstrom. He was more of a client.
She gazed into his serious grey-blue eyes for a moment and wondered how it would be to feel his hands all over her body, to feel him spreading her apart and entering her forcefully. He certainly knew what he wanted and didn’t apologize for trying to get it.
His firm body pressed against hers was a teaser and made her want to see the rest of him. The thought of him taking her the way he wanted, of making her expose herself and come for him, took over her mind and she knew she wanted this badly, consequences be damned.
She laughed nervously and tried to lighten the mood a bit. “I do have some openings in my schedule. I think I can manage an afternoon with my best client.”
“You’re going to have to let me be the boss.”
His voice was dark and normally Tracey would think that was a lame joke in response to hers, but she could see in his eyes that he was far from joking.
She took a long look around the room, taking in all the different ties, whips and gags. Instead of being nervous she felt the strong desire to let this man boss her around his bedroom.
“That sounds good,” she said lightly.
Derek nodded, as if he knew this would be her answer, and gave her a small, wet kiss in the hollow of her throat.
He grabbed Tracey by the wrist and pulled her to the wall that held the pairs of handcuffs. He picked the nearest cuff, raised her arm and pushed her wrist into it, clasping it tight enough to make it uncomfortable.
He smiled at her, the same crooked smile he’d had
when they first entered the tower. His teeth were amazingly straight and ivory white. Derek turned Tracey so she was facing the stone wall and her back was to the rest of the room, and then he placed her other wrist in the cuff, so that both her arms were raised high above her head and he leaned in close to her, his mouth set against her ear.
She could feel his warm breath against her ear, and she realized that her own breathing had deepened. Though they were both fully dressed, she felt incredibly aroused, as though she couldn’t wait for him.
Derek reached around, placing his hand between her breasts and the wall, and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Normally, I would have you fill out paperwork, sign your consent and stuff like that. But my assistant’s on leave and I don’t have any forms handy. We’ll just have to go through it the old-fashioned way.”
He punctuated the last two words by unhooking the last of her buttons. Tracey’s cheek was pressed against a large, smooth stone and her eyes widened; she drew in a deep breath as Derek jerked her blouse off and pulled it above her arms, wrapping it around the cuffs.
Just as she was getting used to feeling the cold air against her body, he hooked a finger through the front of her lacy white bra, ripping the thin strap that held the cups together and exposing her nipples to the hard, frigid wall. “If I push you too far, just say ‘red light.’”
She nodded, too caught up in the moment to speak.
He grabbed her breast in a brutal yet kind hold and leaned in close to her face, “Before I go any further, do I have your permission to fuck you? To make you know pleasure and pain as one? To make you beg for more from me, and create a hole in your being that only I can satisfy?”
With her head turned, she could just glimpse his steel-colored eyes as they took on a mischievous glint. His hands dipped below the waistband of her tight black skirt. He found the clasp and undid it, not waiting for her answer.
Tracey was afraid to use words.
Afraid her voice would give way to the need, lust and irritation she was feeling from this man. Her eyes drifted down to the growing bulge under his slacks; its girth straining against the carefully pressed pleats made her smile and it added to the feeling of wanting in her.
She nodded her head awkwardly, angled to the side. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing and she leaned back from the wall trying to keep them away from the cold stone.
Derek pushed her skirt down, letting it drop to the floor, exposing her thin, lace panties that matched the bra she’d been wearing moments before.
He ran his hands up and down her smooth legs, allowing his fingers to linger on her calves and thighs, sending ripples up her spine.
Derek gripped one ankle and pushed her legs apart, clasping a cuff around first one, and then the other. Tracey was spread eagle with nothing but her panties between her and a cold, stone wall in the tower of Manor House.
The excitement and fear of what this man was about to do to her created a wetness that was growing between her legs and made her hornier than she’d remembered being in a long time. Derek hooked the edge of her panties and with a quick rip, these too dropped to the floor.
He stood back up and for a moment Tracey thought Mr. Wahlstrom was going to undo his own shirt. She was beginning to feel very conscious of her nakedness. That, combined with the way she was completely shackled, made her feel a strange combination of arousal, embarrassment and anticipation.
Instead of taking off his shirt, however, Derek wet his finger and reached around her to trace a circle around one nipple; wet his finger again and traced a line around the other nipple.
Using both hands, he gripped each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting them a little and pulling on them until a small whine escaped her lips. It hurt, but not in a bad way. Tracey felt heat spread through her stomach and into her groin.
“You do understand that I am about to do whatever I want to you? Have you ever been spanked before?”
Tracey shook her head, no.
“Well pet, you’re in for a surprise. Did you know that the same neural circuitry is stimulated when we feel pain and pleasure?”
As Derek asked this, his fingers were gently caressing her nipples, making them harden into sharp little points. One smooth hand traced the length of her ribcage down to her waist before he stepped away from her.
He moved across the room to the large trunk that rested at the foot of the massive bed. Tracey tried to follow his actions with her eyes but couldn’t turn her head far enough to see what he was doing. She heard the trunk open and could hear him rustling items around.
In a few moments he was behind her again. There was a long, silken rope draped over his shoulder and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbows. If she’d found him attractive when he was fully dressed, then looking at his shirt rolled like this was nearly enough to drive her wild.
As she started wondering what the rope was for, he reached around her waist and secured it above her hips.
He fastened it around her waist and then around each thigh. The rope was soft and didn’t irritate her sensitive skin. She gasped as the rope was suddenly thrust between her legs, a large hard knot centered on her clit. She jerked forward into the wall and felt ripples of pleasure dance between her legs where the rope was. The more she moved the tighter the belt pressed the knot against her clit.
Derek leaned in close to her ear again, almost whispering, “You’ll get a spanking every time you move.”
She felt a silken paddle slide across both cheeks of her rump and the rope continued to tease her. She needed more – the knot enticed her with what she knew it could do and she pressed herself against it, wanting to feel those sensations against her clit again. As the knot pressed against her sensitive nub, she panted and her hips swayed with the pleasure.
That slight movement was rewarded with a stinging paddle across her right buttock. She felt the sharp pain and gasped out loud. The motion from being spanked forced her to rock against the rope, making the knot rub against her clit again, and she felt her wetness and desire growing.
Immediately, and for the first time, Tracey knew pleasure and pain intimately intertwined.
She moaned helplessly as she rocked against the knot, and was rewarded by a sharp swat on the other cheek. It quickly grew into a rhythmic pattern of swatting, moaning and bucking until her body was sweating and achy with desire. The paddle kept coming down on her ass cheeks, hitting her first on one spot and then another, until she was sore and red and aroused. Despite the pain and the spanking, she couldn’t stop from bucking against the knot and enjoying the sweet sensations on her clit and swollen lower lips.
Tracey wanted to hold back, to not make a fool of herself, but after a while, the pressure began to build up inside her and the need for release became undeniable. She began to beg him in between short gasps, “Please, Derek, please…”
He stopped spanking her and held the paddle expectantly. “Please what, love?”
She was standing still, the rope between her legs slick with her juices and beads of sweat welling up along her shoulders and neck, her ass red with pleasure and pain.
“I want to come. I need to feel you inside of me. Please, I want you to take me hard, make me come.”
He smiled, “Since it’s our first time together, I won’t make you beg more.” He leaned forward until his lips were inches from her ear and whispered hoarsely, “But next time. Be prepared to beg for it like you really need it.”
With that, he grabbed one nipple and squeezed it tight. Tracey let out a short yelp – that hurt. And yet, it felt so good… The promise of what was about to come soon took over her mind, and she felt herself drifting away gently as he loosed the rope, and undid her cuffs.
She was weak from the spanking and her own desire, so Derek lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the wide bed, where he lay her down.
As she stretched lazily, and massaged her wrists, Derek shed his clothes swiftly. U
nderneath his clothes, he looked just as muscular and toned as Tracey had imagined he would. Her attention was focused mostly on his engorged cock, but by the time she had moved her eyes up and started admiring his broad shoulders and chest, he had already returned to bed, and flipped her over.
“On all fours. Now.”
His voice was hungry and dark with lust, and Tracey wasted no time. When she got into position, he forced her shoulders down, and spread her knees wide apart, so that her ass was in the air, and he had a perfect view of her hot, wet entrance.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, and before she had time to feel embarrassed about displaying herself to him, his mouth was on her clit. She gave a low, surprised scream as all her nerves stood on end, and Derek speared her nub with his tongue. As he continued to tease her with his mouth, she moaned slowly, rocking her hips and vaguely wanting more.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Derek moved on to trace the outlines of her hungry lower lips, before starting to lap up her juices in earnest. She tried to rock her hips and force herself against his mouth, but he held her hips steady with one hand, and used the other to toy with her clit, circling his fingertips round and round until she screamed out loud again.
As his tongue continued to lap her up and arouse her in ways she never thought possible, Tracey felt her thoughts evaporating and a feeling of heightened sensations took over her. Suddenly everything seemed very bright, and just as suddenly, she had the sensation of all the nerves in her body standing on edge, before everything exploded and the orgasm left her rocking and shaking.
When she came to, Derek was stroking her pussy gently, drawing more wetness out of her. She groaned softly – she could feel that she hadn’t been spent entirely.
His voice was soft, but demanding. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she groaned. It was a no-brainer – she wanted his so badly, she wanted to feel his girth inside her, wanted him to fuck her into oblivion.
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