by Laura Bailey
Zipping himself up, he reached gently to pull her up from the chair, turning her around and sitting her down. He walked to the other side of the library and retrieved her skirt and panties. He walked back to where she sat, still blindfold.
“I have brought your clothing for you. I would prefer you to remain without them, but if you need to you can put them back on. As I say though, it is my wish that you leave them off. I enjoy the sight of you more not dressed.”
Even after the sex, his voice still held the utmost tone of velvet seduction in it.
She decided not to put them back on, too caught up in the continued experience of being with him like this to feel inhibited now, enjoying the fact that he liked to look at her in this state.
He did however remove the tie from around her eyes now, enabling her to see.
“Would you like some more champagne?”
She nodded at him.
“I’m just going to go and get some bits for us to eat.”
As he left the room, Madeline realised how much she wanted to see him fully naked.
He returned quickly with an array of food on a tray. Bread, cheese, crackers, pate and fruit.
He poured them both another glass, but Madeline only took small sips of hers, not feeling the need to drink anymore. Though she still found it hard to meet his eyes, the strength in them astounding, the brilliance of them enough to take her breath away, she felt she had gone past the point of nervousness now.
“Come and sit at the table with me. You need to eat. You have a long night ahead of you.” he smiled mischievously, humour in his expression, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her, seeing a side to him that was endearing.
“What is your favourite book Madeline?” he asked her as he put a piece of bread and cheese in his mouth.
“I tend to read books on ghosts and things like that.”
He laughed, “Why?”
“I guess it’s the mystery of the unknown, the fascination of whether it’s true or not.”
“I see what you mean. Everyone loves a good mystery don’t they? Especially to things that we can never really know the truth about.”
He looked at her perceptively. Again she felt as though his words held hidden meaning and guilt flooded her at the thought of her true intentions.
“What do you like to read?”
“Well, Baudelaire, as I said, although some would say he is very maudlin. I like the classics.”
“Like?”
“Dickens, Homer..”
“Aren’t they English writers?”
“Yes, did you not study the classics at school?” He looked at her as though he was chiding her.
“I didn’t go to Middlesex Prep.”
His head went back a little, absorbing what she had said.
“How do you know I went there?”
Covering her mistake quickly she tried not to show he had tripped her up.
“Oh, I think one of the guys at work must have said the other night.”
“Yes, you’re very friendly with them all aren’t you. I didn’t realise I was the topic of conversation however.”
“Oh, you’re not, not like that, I mean I think they’re all quite in awe of you.”
In some ways, she thought, thought he was only in his early thirties, he came across as an old soul. She felt the conversation was going dangerously wrong.
“You do realise Madeline that I won’t be allowing you to ‘date’ anyone whilst you are working for me. You are going to have to put your little romance with Jake on hold I’m afraid.”
“There is no romance. I went for dinner with him, straight from work. Nothing happened. I’m sure I’m not his type.”
He narrowed his brows at her remark. “What would make you say that?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t see him going for someone of my appearance.”
“What about your appearance?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Well, obviously it is. Say it Madeline.” He was pushing her and she felt angry.
“Well, obviously, “she copied him, “I’m not a thin tall blonde.”
“You’re point being?”
He was determined to drag it out of her.
“I’m a little on the larger side than that.”
She looked down at her food, conscious now of her opinion of herself.
“Do you know nothing of Rubinesque art?”
“Again, I didn’t have the benefit of your education Daniel.”
“Well, you will have come across some of the paintings; perhaps you didn’t realise that was what they were termed, but it was a very popular style of painting in the baroque era, which featured the adoration of the sensual voluptuousness of a woman’s figure, a figure such as yours, although actually the women portrayed were much larger than you, but my point being that the painters so loved the appearance of these voluptuous full-figured curvy women that they immortalized them in an art movement. The figure you have Madeline is the epitome of a woman; curvy, voluptuous, full figured. You are the envy of many.”
She felt as though she was blushing. She had never heard a man speak so appreciatively, so touchingly and so beautifully about her figure. She could fall in love with him in that moment, and her heart almost broke at the thought that this was all for nothing, nothing could come of it but ruin and yet she had never felt so adored, and by the man she considered her enemy.
Did he have any feelings for her, beyond the sexual?
They continued eating for a few more minutes.
“You may need to go to the bathroom now; you won’t have the opportunity soon.”
Even that, a banal statement, held the promise of further threat and seduction that she willingly sought from him, despite the treachery her conceding to him had caused to herself; she was betraying herself and she didn’t care. She rose, aware again of the indecency of her half naked body as he watched her.
“Either go out into the hallway and down on the left or you can go upstairs.”
She chose to go upstairs, curiosity about his house leading her. Up the staircase she passed huge old paintings that had probably cost a fortune to buy. Along the landing she passed numerous rooms, sticking her head inside them to look at them, all exquisitely furnished bedrooms. Luxurious, decadent wealth. The cost of furnishing this enormous house must have been astronomical; and yet, she thought to herself, they all lay empty, he remains here alone. Is he ever lonely she wondered? She found herself drawn to him in empathy, no stranger to the aching loneliness she felt much of the time. Were they alike, despite their world of difference? Was his surface a cleverly constructed facade just like hers? Was he happy? She recalled the hauntingly sad verses in his book, the searing pain in his writing.
She stopped herself. She needed to get back downstairs to him. This was doing her no good at all. She was thinking too much; looking into things it was better that she did not know.
Returning downstairs quickly she walked back into the library. His eyes remained on her as she sat back down.
“So much of you is undiscovered Madeline,” he said cryptically.
She didn’t know whether he meant sexually or other.
“For now, I need to gratify my constant desire for you. Come with me.”
He rose and she followed him out of the room.
“Go up the stairs ahead of me. I want to watch you walk up them.”
As she went up the stairs she was conscious that he was looking at her from behind, that he was focussed on her bare bottom.
At the top she paused on the landing and as he reached her his hand cupped her buttock.
“You’re a glorious sight naked. Come into my bedroom.”
He opened up the door and she saw a king sized bed; the room tastefully minimally decorated in cream and a hint of red.
“Take off your top. Leave your bra and heels on.”
She did so and he unbuttoned and removed his shirt and she saw his chest, magnificent, broad and muscul
ar; the fully defined muscles that displayed his sculptured form. He continued undressing, pulling off his pants, releasing his cock which was fully erect again already, and she marvelled at how aroused he always seemed to be in her presence.
“Sit here.”
He patted the side of the bed and she sat. He stood in front of her and with his hands he pulled out her breasts from her bra so that they stuck out, her nipples hard as he began to rub them with his fingertips.
“You have the most beautiful breasts.”
He brought his mouth down to suck on a nipple, his fingers continuing to rub the other nipple as his mouth sent ripples of pleasure through her.
He brought his head back up, standing straight.
“There is something else of yours I need to taste. I’m sure you must know what it is?” He looked at her meaningfully. “I need you to be a good girl and sit on my face. I suggest you kneel on the bed, above me.”
He got on to the bed and reclined leisurely, whilst all she could look at was his cock , so hard, his chest so sculptured, his arms behind his head as he lay flexed and ready for her.
“Get on the bed.”
Chapter Twelve
She had never done what he suggested she do, had never been asked. She bent to take her shoes off.
“Heels on.” He told her.
She climbed on to the bed; nerves getting to her again, his natural confidence making her feel more shy now.
She put one knee on the far side over his body, missing touching his cock, finding herself above his chest, while she placed the other knee down on the bed. She didn’t know quite what to do.
He looked up at her.
“I said sit on my face and that is what I expect you to do. I need to taste you, feel your beautiful lips on mine. “
She inched up slowly toward his face. He realised her reticence must be down to inexperience. He put a hand out and reached between her legs, gently stroking her clitoris as he looked into her eyes.
“Let me taste you.”
As he stroked her she felt herself letting go, meeting his eyes with equal hunger as he quickly brought her to the edge to orgasm with his fingers.
“Good girl.”
She moved upward until she reached his mouth, hovered above it as he looked at the beauty of her most intimate place. With his hands he took hold of her hips and pulled her downward so that her lips met his and he immediately sucked on them, pulling them into his mouth. He released them and with his tongue he started to lick her clitoris, long luxurious licks, lapping at it, making Madeline writhe against him, unaware of her earlier inhibition, shyness lost on her now as she responded instinctively as her body felt waves of pleasure. She knew if he didn’t stop she would cum, in this position above him but he continued without pause and she rolled her hips back and forth in rhythm to his tongue on her, until she threw her head back in abandon, letting out the longest cry as she came on his tongue, her thighs squeezing together involuntarily against his face.
“You beautiful dirty girl. That’s what I wanted.”
He spanked her buttocks as she continued to buck her hips in the aftermath of her orgasm still vibrating through her whole body.
“I think you want to do it again.”
She didn’t care that he saw her in this state, utterly exposed and soaking wet so close to his face.
“Touch yourself again Madeline.”
She did so without hesitation, and as she rubbed her fingers on her clitoris, he reached up with his fingers and gently pushed two of them into her, fucking her with his fingers as she squatted above him, able to see her in her full glory so closely.
He let her orgasm again, her legs open above him, her finger going wild on herself. He had never met such an addictive, utterly sexual woman.
Swiftly raising her up by the hips, he lifted her off him with ease, putting her back down on the bed as he raised himself up. His strength astounded her, his movements so fluid, lacking any effort. “I’m going to give you the hardest fuck you’ve ever had. You’re driving me crazy.”
He pushed her legs apart and grabbed hold of them, lifting them up above his shoulders. He used his fingers to separate her lips and open her up to take his cock. She watched him above her as his cock entered her smoothly through her wetness, his chest glorious, his thighs thick and strong. He thrust deep inside her, pumping his cock in and out of her in fast smooth motion, her breasts wobbling with the impact as he slammed into her, pounding her hard, his fingers going to her clitoris and rubbing it in a circular motion as he maintained his rhythm.
“This is what I mean by obedience Madeline. You’re total submission to me, my every desire, your obedience to me fucking you whenever and however I choose. Fucking the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen until I’m completely spent.”
He slowed down a little, took a few leisurely teasingly slow thrusts, knowing how close he had taken them both to the edge, wishing to prolong it longer.
His hands played with her breasts , squeezing them gently, rubbing her nipples as he gave a few relaxed thrusts, slowly sensual in the change of pace, before he resumed the intensity and a sheen of sweat became clearly visible across his chest as he pounded into her, and Madeline had no choice but to cum again, hard as she orgasmed against his cock, against his fingers, as he come inside her with a force, releasing everything he had kept pent up inside, giving all that he had to her.
He fucked her again as they showered together, a long hot shower as he ran his hands all over her body, as she held his cock in her hand and felt it grow hard. He lifted her up against the shower wall and as she wrapped her legs around him he drove into her with a fierce passion, as she watched his face, a rapt expression of dark ecstasy in his eyes.
He suggested after they dried off that she might like to go home now, given the late hour. They were both shattered. As she gathered her clothes he pulled her to him onto the bed, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her deeply, intimately, slowly, his eyes locked onto hers.
He released her, grabbing his phone to call his driver and asking him to take Maddy home. She finished dressing as he watched her.
“Tomorrow I want you to go out and buy stockings and suspenders before you come to work, if you do not have any at home. I want you to wear them at work at all times.”
He pulled on some pants and a shirt from his wardrobe and escorted her down stairs and out into the limo. He held the door open for her and rather formally bid her goodnight.
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning Maddy slept through her alarm, not purposefully, but she was so tired and didn’t realise until she woke and saw the time. It was nine thirty. Rushing to the shower she washed quickly and dressed, practically running out the door and down the sidewalk to the subway. It would be ten before she was at work. She hoped Daniel wouldn’t think she had deliberately taken advantage.
Arriving in the office, everyone was hard at work and she slipped in trying to be as quick and inconspicuous as possible. She went into her room and logged on, aware that she still hadn’t finished the work Daniel had set her.
Getting stuck into putting the finishing touches to a report Madeline was dying for a coffee but didn’t want to get caught up in conversation with anyone in the kitchen. She held out for another half an hour when her thirst got the better of her and she quickly went into the kitchen. She spotted Daniel talking to one of the brokers across the floor. He didn’t see her and she was happy to keep her distance for now, not sure what his intentions toward her really were, whether it was a one-off or something else. Had he given her any impression that it was to continue? As she had ridden home in the car last night, the after-glow that had surrounded her had been replaced by thoughts that he had just used her. He hadn’t asked her to stay the night, despite the late hour. He had used her sexually and though she had never had an experience like it, at the end of the night he had dismissed her and sent her away. She had seen him with that other woman, the cavalier way that he had treated he
r led her to believe she was just one of his long line of conquests, or perhaps he would expect her to be some kind of casual hook up. She knew he could get any woman he wanted. She couldn’t do that. She wasn’t like that. She believed in monogamy and loyalty.
She turned her head away from him at the thought of it.
She went back inside her office feeling like shit at the reality of it all, so stupidly letting him. What the hell had happened to her? The very reason she was here forgotten.
She picked back up her glasses and carried on with her work, remaining undisturbed until several hours later, when Daniel walked in without knocking.
“You were very late this morning.”
“Yes.” She didn’t look up, carried on with her work.
“Look at me when I am talking to you.”
She put her pen down and looked up at him.
“Care to tell me what is wrong?”
“Nothing.” She raised her eyebrows to emphasise her statement.
“Stand up.”
“I’m busy.”
“My God woman; did I not get through to you at all last night?”
“I’m not someone you can use. I’m your employee, so let’s just keep it at that.” She hadn’t planned what she would say, it just came out.
“You seem to have completely ignored everything I said to you last night.” He could not have felt more angry by her comment. “If you’re going to continue to be my employee then I suggest you do as I told you and go and buy those stockings that I clearly told you to buy and wear, or do I need to amend that into your contract of employment?” His face was ice cold.
He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out his wallet. Taking money from it he held it out for her.
“Now, Madeline.”
“This is the twenty first century if you hadn’t noticed! I’m not your courtesan.”
“I’m surprised you know the term Madeline, according to you, you barely scrapped through an education. I expect you to buy a variety; you will need several if you are to wear them everyday. Select the best quality.”
She got up and snatched the money from his hand, knowing him well enough now to know that he would not back down, and despite everything she had said to herself all afternoon deep down she was excited by his proposal. But she refused to show it.