Hot Couture

by Greene, Tilly

  Finally, he lost control over his measured movements. He never fully pulled his cock out of her, just a few inches before jabbing back inside, hard, sending her right back swimming in lust. This was possession of the purest sense. She was enthralled and wanted to taste his type of love again. The man filled her up so completely, she was sure his rod would come out of her mouth.

  There was a great deal of pleasure knowing she was able to have him riding close to the edge, grunting loudly with each plunge. It made her even hotter and eager to reach out for more.

  The force of his fucking was intense, but the way he'd placed his arms beneath her, using his hands to hold and brace her shoulders, kept her still for him to take. She moved her legs from around his waist until her feet pushed against his hips, giving her leverage to thrust up against him, taking him even deeper than before.

  One, two hard thrusts and he started to come. Max put a hand on her hip and held her to the ground, still fucking in and out of her, scrubbing his pelvis over her clit and left her slit pulsating around him again.

  When he collapsed on her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, squeezing him with all she was feeling racing wildly through her. This man was one she didn't ever want to let go.

  They lay like that for some time, Gabby thought she might have dozed because the next thing she knew they were in his bed, beneath the duvet, with him curled up behind her. One hand carefully held a breast and a finger seemed unable to stop teasing over the tender tip. His other arm was beneath her head, acting as her pillow. Like a couple who have known each other forever, she felt a tenseness in his body like he was fighting the pull to fall asleep, but his breathing pattern said it was not a battle he could win. "You'll stay, won't you? Be here in the morning?" "Yes, I'll be here." She'd remember this moment forever and hold it close to her heart. As his body totally relaxed, he showed how vulnerable he was and how his need for her was stronger than his confidence.

  With a satisfied smile, she allowed her mind to drift away with one last thought, it seemed he was caught in the same emotional web she was.

  Chapter Seven

  Six months later…

  "Hey there, lover." "Mmmm, Gabby, just the woman I needed to hear from." Just hearing her voice had him sitting up with an easy grin on his face. Max couldn't remember what his life was like before this little busty blonde had entered it. Nor did he want to waste a second of his time thinking about what a dismal existence it would be, because there was no doubt it would be. "Why? What's up?" "Me." "You are one sexy letch. Didn't I send you up north with some luscious memories to keep your lustful side satiated?"

  "Please, the only way I'm completely satisfied is when you're with me, although the blowjob in the back of a cab on the way to King's Cross station was spectacular." He couldn't stop the chuckle that slipped out as he thought about what he'd found later that night. After he stripped down, he'd reached down, tugged on his semi-hard cock, and found her red lipstick smudged across the rod and balls. It had been a deliciously wicked memory that made him hard.

  "I couldn't help myself. It was going to be two weeks before I saw you again and you know I can't ever get enough of you."

  "You did look beautiful, uncaring if the driver could see you kneeling between my legs and sucking me dry. Do you know what I remember most?" "No, what?" "Feeling your pleasure race down my cock when I pinched your nipples. You moan like Pavarotti sang Nessum Dorma, perfectly divine."

  "The steel rod hanging between your legs is worthy of worshipping. I do so as often as I can and with a great deal of pleasure."

  "Shit, baby girl, when are you going to be finished tomorrow?" Her sultry tone and the erotic subject left him throbbing and ready to thrust inside her tight, wet heat. "Are you sure I can't come over and get you?" "Funny you should ask, that's the reason I'm phoning." "Has the bride changed the schedule again? Is the wedding off, or has the groom finally managed to step up and take control of it all and they've eloped?" Long ago the ceremony moved toward being an overly managed event, and from what he'd heard, the groom was none too pleased. Then, for the past two weeks, the young woman had been calling Gabby day and night, asking ridiculous questions. His lady informed him it was a bride's prerogative to let her jitters show, but he would rather she bent someone other than his woman's ear.

  "No, not at all. I have a flight leaving for Leeds/Bradford airport first thing in the morning and I will be collected by what I'm sure will be a very posh car and driven to Harewood House. Once her hair has been done, and with the help and input from a bevy of experts, I'll fix the tiara onto her head. When that's finished we'll handle the jphotos and then send the bride down the aisle at noon. I'll be there to help when the pictures of them as newlyweds are taken and then the same driver who picked me up will take me to York, to your front door."

  "Fantastic! We'll have some time together before the party." This was great news. Everything about tonight would work better with her arriving early.

  "Sounds like a plan. Now, tell me again about this function. What's the occasion? I've set out a couple of different outfits, but I'm not sure what would work best." "Think cocktails and finger food." "Okay. Is this a work thing? Do I need to remember

  names of your employees and their partners?" "No, you don't have to worry about anything, just make it here safely and we'll work through the finer points later."

  "Hmmm, you've been rather secretive about this party." "Possibly, but the rationale behind it is solid. You see, I have a surprise for you." He could hear suspicion and curiosity in her voice. She'll just have to wait until later to find out. "Really? What is it?" "You'll just have to wait and see." "That isn't fair." "I wasn't going to say anything, but you asked." "I know, but still—" They'd been teasing each other, prolonging the goodnights that were soon to come, but her voice sounded tight, strained. Gabby was a well-organized person and not knowing everything about their party was driving her nuts. He had his reasons for being vague and when the time was right, she'd fully understand. Now he needed to soothe her.

  "Shhh, Gabby." Maybe he should give her something to chew over, something to look forward to other than the high profile wedding that was winding her up. "It's going to be all right, baby girl, I'm going to show how much I care about you and Cassandra."

  Max heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled. Using the nickname she used at Succulent was enough, because he only ever used it when they played their games either at one of their homes or when they visited the club. "You okay?" "Absolutely!" The laughter and satisfaction her quick response gave him couldn't be held in. His woman was eager to see what could possibly be next. They'd spoken of many different scenarios, but only one was the logical next step. He wandered how soon she'd figure it out, probably not long. So if he wanted it to remain a surprise he'd best say goodnight.

  "Tomorrow is going to be a long day so get some rest. Call me as soon as you pass the Minster." "I love you, Max." "I love you, too, Gabby." "Dream of me." "I always do." She blew a kiss down the line before it went dead. Pushing a button to end the call on his end, Max settled further amongst his pillows and thought about how connected they were to each other. They were a couple who loved and respected the other, had a fulfilling sex life, and professions that gave them personal satisfaction. The one glitch in it all, he was back to being based out of York and she in London. Separations weren't easy for either of them, but at the same time, he didn't want to feel regret when he needed to spend here anymore than she should about their time in the south.

  During the past couple of trips to the capital, he'd been trying to unearth a solution, and hoped he'd finally found something that would fit her as well as it did him.

  They'd talked many times about what made an ideal working environment and for her it boiled down to a few things. She had said, besides the tools necessary in her creation process, she needed great light, a central location for inspirational walks, and an interesting space to work within. Sitting on his desk upstairs were details
for a building in the center of the Shambles and another on Goodmansgate. Both would appeal to her love of old buildings, their locations were in the historical heart of it all. He'd gone inside both and found office space that would suit her needs. The bonus would be she could rent out what she didn't need to any number of businesses, making money on her investment.

  There was a third option, upstairs in the rafters of his home, but he'd leave the details for her to decide what suited her best. That is, if she wanted to stay and work up here in the north, with him. That was the first thing he needed to find out.

  Reaching out, he turned off the bedside lamp, pulled the duvet up to his waist, and settled back to fall asleep. Yes, in the traditional social definition, they were a couple, but there was one more link they needed to make to bring them together in all the ways that mattered to them personally. Closing his eyes, he pulled up a picture of her face and took a breath, then another. She was the last thing he wanted to see, touch, and smell before he fell asleep.

  They'd figure out a way to spend more of their time together. * * * * "We're almost there, Max. The Minster is on my right

  and I see the Treasurer's House coming up on our left." "Have the driver stop at the gate." "Okay, see you in a minute." Gabby was so excited to see him. It may have only been two weeks, but the time they'd spent apart had been a big drain on her. No matter how much she tried, her work had been affected by being separated from him. He wasn't there to talk about the day over dinner, or curl up with at night. The woman who hadn't wanted any attachments found the man who filled her with such joy, she couldn't imagine being without him. She loved him and wanted to be with him. They needed to figure something out and soon, otherwise she may have no career to worry about. She giggled because of the melodramatic thought. Things weren't that bad, but there was no doubt her creativity was being messed with and she didn't like that one bit.

  The driver slowed the silver Rolls Royce down to a snail's pace and carefully made the left turn onto a narrow cobbled road. Tall brick walls with trees poking above them were on either side, offering hints of gardens belonging to the homes dotted along the way. After a short distance, the road turned sharply to the right and she now she was looking at the building she most wanted to be.

  "There it is, the gate marked The Tower House." She was on the edge of the seat, pointing at the old carriage entrance. The brick house was a tall structure, quietly elegant and reeking of history. Over its hundreds of years in existence, the building had been maintained and cared for by homeowners who appreciated and worked to maintain its age. Almost ten years ago Max stepped in to sympathetically renovate and also make it energy efficient. Personally, she loved the large garden in the back, full of flowers and trees, offering total privacy within the city walls.

  Gathering up her purse and hat, she reached for the door handle only to have it opened for her. The driver held her hand as she exited, then went to the trunk to collect the rest of her things. After she had her hat in place, she turned toward the gate, eager to make her way to the front door and her man. Instead of moving, she was picked up and held close and with love.

  There was no chance to say anything, nor did she want to, not when he pressed his lips to hers and took her breath away. While her arms wrapped around his neck, her feet left the ground. Lost in him, she was startled by a loud throat clearing behind her.

  The driver! Oh no, she'd forgotten all about him. Without any shame at having lost her mind, she looked into the light blue orbs filled with laughter and pulled away with an apology for the other man already forming on her lips.

  "I'm so sorry, I haven't seen, I mean this is my, oh dear. I'm sorry." She knew she was blushing, could feel the heat on her cheeks. It didn't help when Max slowly slid her down his body, showing her first hand exactly how much he'd missed her. Their reunions usually began with them spending hours between the sheets and she was anxious to get there.

  "Thank you for bringing me all this way. Please pass on my appreciation to the Earl and Countess for their thoughtfulness in arranging for me to get home."

  Max reached out and took her case, garment bag, and hat box from the other man.

  "I certainly will, ma'am." With a smile at her lover and a single "Sir", theman got back in his car and pulled away.

  "Shall we?" With a smile, he motioned for her to walk ahead of him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly, enjoying the sound of his heart beating beneath her ear. Life couldn't get much better than this. He ignored his full hands and hugged her closer, and she knew it was time to make some changes so she could spend more time with him. With ideas of what to do about this, she pressed a kiss to his chest and stepped back, ready to take their reunion inside.

  "We have a couple of hours before the party starts, what shall we do?" Gabby laughed, stroked a hand over his delicious backside, and was confident she knew what they were going to do. Get naked and make love. "Actually I have an idea." "What? Wait, let me guess, go up to your bedroom and mess up your bed." Laughing, she stepped through the opened front door and into the living room. Since the first time she visited this house, she'd been drawn to the view of the garden. The tall brick wall running around the garden was covered in ivy, and here, close to the house, was a large fuchsia tree and a clematis climbing through its branches. It was full of bright pink and purple blooms, adding a spice of color to all the green.

  As the weather was beautiful, blue sky and a bright sun, Max had the French doors opened wide, filling the house with fresh air. Before she could step over the threshold, he said something that made her immediately stop in her tracks.

  "No, not exactly. Why don't you go up and take a nice hot bath, relax. I'll be up late with your things and will tell you what's on my mind."

  Turning around, she looked at him and was ready to ask for details when she remembered he'd mentioned her other persona during their last conversation. Common sense said this had to figure somewhere into what was going on. Good, it had been at least a month, maybe longer, since they'd had a chance to really play. She needed an outlet to express the side of her that didn't have nearly enough time to come out. It also made her curiosity grow about the party tonight.

  "Okay." Without another word, she made her way upstairs, eager to make the transition to his submissive lover. There was an extra swing to her hips while she undressed. She put her hair up in a loose bun, and prepared a bath in his master suite. During her first visit, he'd cleared shelf space for her and had the local Culpepper's supply a variety of oils, both her favorites and a few she hadn't used before.

  Once she'd slipped into a steaming tub of traditional bubbles with a hint of lavender wafting through the air, she leaned back and was ready to relax. As the heat surrounded her body, she cleared her mind of all concepts of work, designs, deadlines and contracts, sales figures, whatever. Gabby thought about each breath she took as pure and each release of air as pushing the unrest out. The bride and her tiara were gone. The V&A exhibition details gone, as was the strain of having a loving relationship by phone. Actually, the last one was almost gone. She needed him to fill her before that would be possible.

  There was no doubt in her mind she wanted more from their relationship, and believed he did as well. No longer would she push the situation to the back of her mind and simply be happy when they were together. They'd talk about it this weekend and come up with a solution.

  When the water lost its heat, and before it took her drowsiness away, she stepped out and dried off with a warm towel. Wrapping it around her body, she pushed the end between her breasts and walked into the bedroom only to be brought up short. The big hat was caught on the edge of the armoire and its box resting on top. The clothes she'd brought with her were hung up and the bag was folded on the bottom. Without having to look around, she knew Max wasn't anywhere in the room.

  Walking over to the bed, she pulled the towel off and lay down on top of the duvet. Shifting onto her side, she watched the door, waiting
for him to come back from wherever he'd gone off to. If she knew her man, then it wouldn't be long before he came back. Unfortunately, releasing her stress had relaxed her much more than she'd thought. Her eyelids grew heavy.

  After a few minutes of fighting it, she told herself it was okay to close her eyes, she was just resting them. The fib worked for a few seconds, then she realized she'd fall asleep if she kept them closed and didn't want to. She wanted to be awake when he came in to snuggle up beside her. It was too late, she'd tempted her senses with rest, and now it was impossible to stop slumber flooding through her.

  The last conscious thought to slip through her mind was how she was sure he'd wake her up when he came back.

  Chapter Eight

  He tried to be patient, but he was so excited to get this evening going he couldn't wait a second longer. Tonight's festivities were going to be in celebration of his collaring her. They'd talked about what such a step would mean to them and had agreed it was a serious step to take, one they'd each like to make, and soon.

  Max curled up closer behind her and pulled her further within his hold. Eager to make a place for himself, he nudged his hard-on through the crease of her ass and between her thighs. Since the last time he'd peeked into the room and found her napping, he'd mainly been helping the caterers get settled into their space for the evening and was well on the road to being ready for the guests' arrival. After that he took a shower and couldn't deny her call any longer. Once he'd dried off, he slipped behind his lover to wake her gently.

  A picture of her naked except for his collar flashed across his brain. An immediate response came from his second brain, his cock, which throbbed with need. The magic cross called out to rub along her moist walls. Fabulous, both brains were in agreement, he couldn't ask for more than his entire body and soul to be in complete agreement. "Wake up, baby girl." "Mmmm." "Time to get ready for the party." He gently pushed his cock against her rear, giving her a loving wakeup call.