by Laura Bailey
“Oh, and Madeline.” He said to her as she reached the door to leave, “No-one suggested you were merely a conquest. I propose you get that thought out of your head whilst you are out.”
He had sounded furious with her, and though she was too proud to turn around and face him, what he had said stayed with her all the way to the department store and back. Her heart was deliriously happy. Everything she had thought all morning vanished from her mind.
When she returned, Daniel had gone to a meeting. She went into the ladies bathroom, carrying the new lingerie hidden inside her handbag. Secretly she tried them on, pulling on the stockings and securing them to the black suspender belt around her waist. The stockings were so silky to the touch she felt the sensuality of the material as she ran her fingers up and down her legs. She returned to her desk and enjoyed the new sensation as she crossed her legs throughout the afternoon, feeling secretly more glamorous than before.
It was early evening when Daniel returned. He had found it unusually hard to concentrate in his meeting. He was becoming obsessed with her. Unlike his usual quick fucks, more for instant release and then forgotten, with her he didn’t want that, he wanted much more, he wanted slow and long, dirty and raw. She provoked in him lust that seemed to grow and get stronger not diminish, but take on a life of its own, fixating him on taking every part of her. After last night he was disappointed and in truth extremely hurt by her cold anger today. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone, and after last night he failed to understand how she could doubt that. He knew he lacked demonstrative warmth at times; he was well aware he could be cold, distant; he had been told that before now. He knew he carried in him deep pain that he hid with a shield of arrogant callousness. He knew he had shortcomings, he just hadn’t realised she would see them so quickly. Who was she to creep into his soul, to invade him when he wasn’t sure he was capable of letting anyone in, because if he did, there would be no going back, no retraction. It may be easier to push her, punish her, break her, and thereby release them from this grip of obsession.
Chapter Fourteen
He strode into her room.
“Have you done what I told you to do?”
“Yes.”
“Stand up, come around from the desk so I can see.”
She got up and walked around.
“I see you have. Good.”
He came toward her and bent slightly, putting a hand out and ran it down her leg and back up, going up under her skirt feeling the smoothness, silky to his touch. He moved his hand higher to feel where the stocking ended and the clasp of the suspender belt began. He left his hand there, feeling the distinction between her stocking and her warm flesh. His hand ran around to cup her buttocks and under, feeling between her legs.
“You have no idea how good that feels. Always wear them for me. I’m taking you to dinner tonight. Take off your panties and give them to me, I want to sniff them in my office while I think of what I am going to do to you tonight.”
She took them off and handed them to him, shocked at his brazen suggestion but the thought of it turned her on immensely.
As she sat at her desk she longed for the night and soon he came for her and they left together, though he did not take her arm, aware that others were still there working late. Outside he led her to the limo and they drove for about ten minutes across the City to a restaurant that looked expensive from its decor.
Before they went in, Daniel took her arm and steered her along the sidewalk to an alley beside the restaurant. Dark and deserted, he took her halfway along it, checking first that there was no-one in sight and no exit doors where someone could appear. It looked like they would be left alone in relative privacy. Regardless, Daniel could not delay his intention any longer. He pushed her gently against the wall and ran his hands up her legs, raising her skirt above her thighs. She had no panties on as she had given them to him earlier and his fingers drove straight into her as he kissed her passionately, his cock hard against her as his chest squashed against her breasts. His thumb rubbed her clitoris as he held two fingers inside of her. Madeline reached out to his pants, unzipping him, desperate to feel his cock in her hand, and as she pulled it out she began to stroke it, its size filling her palm as she made a fist to rub it up and down, needing it inside of her.
He hooked his arm under her leg and lifted it up, his hand removing hers from around his cock so that he could plunge it inside of her. He took her frantically, hard up against the wall, Madeline shuddering as the orgasm hit her fast, her arms around his neck holding onto him.
He put her down and rearranged himself as she smoothed down her skirt and blouse. They walked back to the front of the restaurant her hand in his.
Inside they were shown straight away to a table he had reserved amongst the diners already there. The cuisine was French and he helped her to decide what to order, explaining what the dishes were because the menu was all in French. He ordered in French and she suppressed the urge to laugh. He sounded so serious talking to the waiter.
“You found that amusing?”
“Yes. I did. I’m sorry.” She said, laughing properly now.
“You don’t laugh very much Madeline, it’s nice to see you smiling.”
“What makes you happy?”She asked him.
“Being here with you; pleasant company, classical music. My motorbike.”
“A motorbike, I didn’t know you had one?”
“Well you wouldn’t. Yes.”
“What type is it?”
“Ducati. Very fast.” He smiled.
“Wow. I’ve never been on one.”
“I’ll take you – well, not on that one, it wouldn’t be comfortable for you, but I have others. Quite a collection actually. I used to race. I rode in the TT a couple of times.”
“What’s that?”
“Famous Isle of Man race.”
“Oh, I think I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it really dangerous?”
“Someone dies every year sadly.”
“Why do it then?”
“For the challenge.”
“But you could be killed!”
“You don’t think about it, you just do it. There’s no other circuit like it.”
She had not pictured this refined businessman to be drawn to such dangerous pastimes.
“What do you do Madeline, for thrills?”
He really put her on the spot. She was uncomfortable talking about herself. In reality she didn’t do anything outside of her carefully controlled world, unless of course she counted infiltrating Daniel’s business to bring him down. But that was necessity; not something she had chosen to do for the thrill of it. Over the years she had perhaps imagined that revenge would thrill her. It had certainly driven her, shaped her. Now, she just felt deceitful and conflicted.
“I don’t really.”
“Nothing?”
“No.” Unless you counted the sexual adventures she was now having with Daniel, never quite sure what he would do to her next. It was a thrill beyond anything she could have dreamed of.
As though reading her thoughts, he said “We will have to change that then, won’t we?” his eyes deep with meaning that reached her core.
Was this part of him real? His aura was palpable, his presence unforgettable to all who encountered him. She had to try and remind herself that he had not maintained a multi-million dollar business without possessing the ability to charm and persuade.
The food was delicious; an array of amazing dishes, and he carried the conversation flowingly through the courses. Utterly taken in with his stories and anecdotes, until he turned the conversation back to her and tried to press her about her years before the day they had met. She clammed up completely.
“I have a real headache coming on.”
“Would you like to get some fresh air? Would that help?”
“Yes, I think it would, thank you.”
Daniel called the waiter over and paid the bill and they left the restaurant. The limo was outs
ide but Daniel took her arm and they walked for a few blocks, the cool night air of the early autumn refreshing and relieving Maddy from having to lie to him anymore, just content that he was holding her arm beside her.
“How is your head now?”
“Better, thank you.”
“Perhaps you should go home and get some sleep Madeline. I’ve had a wonderful evening with you. Let’s not spoil it.”
“Ok.” She was confused by his comment.
He called the driver and within moments the limo drew up along side them. They got in and he instructed the driver to go to Madeline’s house.
After they had dropped her off, she felt deflated that the evening had ended like it had. She hadn’t wanted to disappoint him and he was very quiet in the car riding to her house. He had not suggested he come in and she hadn’t liked to ask, embarrassed by the small studio apartment he would see. She wished she were a better actress, wished that she could lie to him with long details about a fictitious childhood and growing up.
Daniel returned home alone, going into the Library and selecting a book to read before sleep. He thought of her as he read, of how reticent she was to talk about herself. He knew she was holding back but he didn’t know why. It did not unduly concern him; they were just beginning to get to know each other, and he fully well understood how hard it could be to talk about the past.
Chapter Fifteen
He slept well and rose early to use the gym at his house before leaving for the office. He had several meetings this morning, both business and charitable affairs. He was overseeing the building of a state of the art residential centre for the disabled and it was very close to completion. He was very happy with it and looking forward to its opening.
He was the first to arrive. He saw Jake come in behind him. Once they had all arrived he held a quick team meeting with the brokers, ensuring everything was running smoothly and he was up to speed.
He opened Madeline’s door.
“How is your head today?”
“Oh, much better, thank you.”
“Good.” He left her to her work, no time for anything else, though it occupied his mind constantly.
Madeline was pleased he had come in, happy that things still seemed to be ok between them. She got through the morning hoping that once Daniel had finished his meetings he would want to see her. Linda caught her in the kitchen and asked if she fancied drinks after work with the team, but Maddy quickly thought of an excuse not to go, hoping that she would be with Daniel.
He rang her on his way back from the meetings.
“Go into my office and wait for me. I’m just coming up.”
Madeline quickly went to the bathroom and checked her appearance. She was wearing another pair of black stockings and a suspender belt again because she knew that he wanted her to. She left the bathroom and went into his office. In curiosity she again quickly felt along the bookshelf to see if his notebook had returned but it wasn’t there.
Daniel came in and locked the door behind him. As always, he looked immaculate in his suit, the colour of his shirt emphasising his eyes even more, the dark brilliance of them.
“I’m pleased to see that you are wearing stockings again. At least, I presume they are stockings and not tights. Perhaps I should verify that. Raise your skirt Madeline and show me.”
She had on a tight black skirt to the knee and she inched it up over her thighs to show him where the stockings were clasped.
“Raise your skirt over your hips, so I can see the suspender belt.”
As she did, his eyes were fixed on the sensual sight of her.
“It compliments your shape so perfectly. You look divine. Turn around and let me see you from behind.”
As she turned he came up behind her and clasped her buttocks, then ran his hands down the back of her legs onto her stockings, down her thighs and back up.
“It feels so smooth.”
She felt his lips on the back of her thigh as he kissed her there, leaving a trail of kisses on each thigh. Turning her around he brought his lips up to hers and kissed her slowly, the kiss deepening as desire grew between them to fierceness and he lifted her up by the hips and sat her on his desk. Pushing her skirt up around her waist he opened her legs wider, and pushing aside her panties with his fingers, he ran his fingers between her cleft, rolling them on her clitoris in a motion that had her opening her legs further and pushing down on his fingers encouraging him, seeking the pressure of his touch on her.
His other hand went to his pants and he unzipped them, bringing out his cock, erect, and he pulled her closer to penetrate her. As his cock slid into her his hands went around her back to support her and pull her closer to him.
His strokes were fast and urgent as he thrust into her, and all she could feel were his strong arms holding her and his cock pounding into her as he took her to orgasm quickly without restraint.
Disengaging from her he pulled her up off his desk and gently pushed her skirt back down to cover her up.
“Smooth it down, we don’t want people to know what we have just done.” He smiled at her with a tender expression and she wanted nothing more than for him to hold her for a while, but she didn’t ask him to and she knew he wanted her to go back to her room to prevent gossip.
That night Daniel took her to a rooftop restaurant at an exclusive private members club he belonged to. She hadn’t even known it existed, just a few blocks from the office and though she felt underdressed having gone straight from work, she felt the stockings against her legs every time she crossed them, as though an erotic agreement secretly bound her and Daniel together, the knowledge between them that she was his sexually.
In the cool night air after the heat of the day they sipped wine as he held her gaze with a promise of indulgence and forbidden acts yet to be fulfilled. His enigmatic presence thrilling her to her core. She had never felt so adored, so wanted, and by a man whose mere presence aroused the darkest cravings of her soul. After dinner he led her by the hand to the floor below and along a corridor. Opening up a door he took her into the most lavish bedroom she had ever seen with a skyline of the city through the window. He led her out to the balcony and standing behind her he held her around the waist as they took in the view. His lips nestled against her neck kissing her slowly as his hand came around to her neck, encasing it sensuously as his kisses moved to her ear, kissing her there as she felt his warm breath against her, sending shivers through her, awakening her senses, fuelling her desire for him to claim her, scorch her. Already he was hard as she felt him against her buttocks, pressing into her as he held her tightly.
“You have no idea how much I need you tonight.” His words echoed her feelings, as his hand stroked her neck, drifting down to cup a breast, feeling its weight in his palm, its natural softness as he caressed it in slow stokes and the fire between her legs ignited from his slow seduction of her, agonisingly tormenting her as he ground his cock against her buttocks, his hips rolling as he urged his cock between her cheeks.
“I need to take you into the bedroom. There is so much I want to do to you,” and he relinquished his hold on her and pulled her by the hand towards the king sized four poster bed.
“Tonight is going to be a very long night Madeline,” he said, provocatively threatening.
Chapter Sixteen
Without gentleness he took hold of her blouse and without the patience to undo the buttons he pulled it open, tearing the buttons as he did so, exposing her breasts. Pushing up her skirt quickly he pulled down her panties and told her to step out of them.
“Lay on the bed.”
She did as he told her and he took in the erotic sight of her voluptuous body, her breasts exposed, her legs partially covering her sex. He came toward the bed with the most predatory look on his face and going to the heavy curtains that hung around the bed he grabbed one of the cords that tied them together and unleashed it, then the other, and holding them he took her by the wrist and placed her arm above her head, pulling it
toward him as he secured the cord around it and tied her arm to the post. He did the same with her other hand on the other side of the bed and she was bound, her arms above her, unable to move them.
“There is no point in trying to struggle, you can’t free yourself. You are deliciously bound Madeline, mine for me to take pleasure from.”
His eyes held a storm of desire as he stripped his jacket and shirt off, Madeline watching him reveal his majestic body in all its masculine perfection as he removed his pants and held his cock in his hand, completely erect.
“Look at what you have done to me; every time. Just the sight of you gets me rock hard; all I want to do is pound you, it’s all I fucking think of, you have completely captivated me, and for that, I am going to have to punish you for your control over my body.”
He hadn’t finished binding her yet. He took the cords from the bottom of the bed and bound her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart, exposing her pussy completely to him, open for him to do as he wished to her.
As she pulled against the binds, unused to this kind of restraint, he hushed her with his finger to his lips.
“Struggling is futile. You will only hurt yourself. Give in to the inevitable.” Running his hands up her legs he stared at her intensely, sending butterflies into her stomach with nervous excitement from the dark promises his eyes held. He lowered his head and she watched him as without warning he buried his face between her legs, his tongue claiming her sex with long hot delicious strokes as he lapped at her, tasting her, inhaling her scent, luxuriating in her wetness, and his lips found her clitoris, pulling it into his mouth in the most divine sensation, sucking on it as it throbbed, sending urgent waves of pleasure through her body as he sucked it without restraint, arousing her explicitly as she bucked her hips against his mouth, driving him on, desperate for the release of orgasm, straining on her binds, wanting to pull his face hard against her pussy, the torment of his mouth on her driving her over the edge as she came hard, frantically, every muscle inside her clenching for him.