Starr Fated

by G E Griffin

  “I’ll go into the office on Monday morning for the Team Leaders meeting as usual. Then Greg is dropping me at the heliport mid morning for me to fly up to Birmingham. From there, I’m heading up to Edinburgh for a couple of days. Thursday, I have back to back meetings in Bristol. Then I’ll return to the office on Friday for another Team Leaders meeting for me to pass all the follow up actions.”

  “Do you always do all the travelling yourself? Don’t you have a second in command to delegate some of the responsibility to?”

  “I’m the pathfinder, sourcing out the leads and contacts for new openings that I think are lucrative and worth pursuing – it’s my judgement call. I never allow the business to stagnate. Just because my business is thriving doesn’t mean I can afford to sit back and rest on my laurels - I believe in being proactive rather than reactive. That’s why the business went into decline when my father was in charge – he just let things slide, and I'm not prepared to ever let that happen again. But once I return, I delegate all the nitty gritty to my Team Leaders for them to work through. Then I expect regular reports on their progress. I’m doing more travelling than usual at the moment to drum up new business, but once that’s all in place I can ease back a bit,” he explained.

  “Good, because right now I'd say you don’t really have time for any kind of a relationship,” I said.

  Liam put his arm around me to pull me onto his lap, pushed my hair away from my neck to gently started nuzzling behind my ear. The closeness of his powerful body was intoxicating and arousing, and I loved how he looked this evening in his casual black jeans and T shirt, so he was a totally irresistible package.

  “In future, I promise I’ll always make time for you, Seraphina. This week crammed with so many meetings was organised long before I even met you.”

  I was wearing a short flared red tartan skirt, a loose cropped cream blouse and strappy red high heel shoes, which Liam insisted I keep on. The weather had been sunny and warm, so I had bare legs. As I sat on his lap, one of his arms was tucked around my waist, the other was resting on my bare leg, and his touch on my skin literally made me tingle.

  “What underwear did Jamie get to see you wearing?” he suddenly murmured in my ear.

  “What?”

  “At the ball. You said Jamie saw you in your underwear. I want to know what he saw.” He continued to nuzzle my neck.

  “Liam, I'm not sure how this is helpful…”

  “I want to know. Tell me,” he insisted.

  “He saw me in a black corset, a black lacy thong, and hold up stockings,” I whispered.

  “Sweet Jesus,” Liam groaned. “My little brother got to see you in stockings. Have you still got that underwear?”

  “Not the corset. That came with the dress that Abbey lent me. The thong and stockings were mine though.”

  “Go and put them on under the skirt your wearing. Keep those high heels on as well.” Liam commanded, as he moved my legs off his lap and set me standing. “Go on. And put your hair up. I like to see your neck.”

  I scuttled off to my bedroom to do as he said, my heart racing in anticipation of what effect this was going to have on him. My hands shook as I smoothed the lacy topped stockings in place, and then slid the red shoes back on, glad I'd made sure my legs were smooth and hair free when I'd showered earlier. I replaced my boy shorts with the tiny black lacy thong – it certainly wasn’t going to provide much of a barrier between us, but it kept to Liam’s rule that we had to keep our underwear on for now.

  I went into the ensuite shower room and quickly cleaned my teeth and gargled with some mouth wash. As I glanced in the mirror, I saw that my face was flushed and my eyes were glowing with what I knew could only be sexual arousal. Liam had this effect on me with just a light touch and a few words, because of the delicious anticipation of what he was going to do to me. I twisted my hair up and clipped it out of the way to expose my neck, just as he’d instructed. Right at this moment, I knew I would do whatever he told me to because he had me under some kind of thrall that I was totally powerless to resist. No one had ever had this effect on me before. Because he is The One.

  I took a deep breath, adjusted my skirt and top, then walked back to where he was sat waiting for me, his legs spread apart, his hands resting on his knees.

  “Come and stand in front of me,” he ordered. “Closer. Between my legs. Lean over and put your hands on my shoulders.”

  He placed his fingertips on my ankles, and slowly, very slowly, slid them up my legs, stopping at the backs of my knees, where he lightly massaged the highly sensitive skin there.

  “You have such sexy legs, Seraphina,” he whispered. “ I like seeing them bare, but I like seeing them in stockings even better.”

  “Th… thank you,” I stuttered, my wits scattered by his touch.

  “Bend over and kiss me,” he instructed, as he slumped back on the sofa.

  As I complied, my skirt rode up at the back, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt his fingers slowly edging up the backs of my thighs as I kissed him. Then he broke off the kiss.

  “Do you want me to continue? Remember, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. So tell me what you want, Sera. Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, no, don’t stop. I want you to carry on,” I pleaded in a breathless voice.

  His hands continued upwards under my skirt, caressing the lacy tops of my stockings, then moving on to the bare flesh of my thighs, until I finally felt him take the bare cheeks of my bottom in his hands.

  “Oh yes, now I’ve got that sexy little bottom of yours,” he growled as he squeezed and fondled me with his big hands. Suddenly, he lifted me up onto his lap to straddle him, and my legs were wide apart as I dangled between his legs. My skirt had ridden right up leaving me feeling very exposed as he continued to feel my bottom with his big warm hands.

  I slid my hands around his neck, and leant into his chest, biting my lip as I felt his fingertips slowly edging closer towards the crotch of my tiny thong. Then he hitched me even closer to him, so that the hard denim fabric of his fly was rubbing against the front of me, even as his fingers were teasing me underneath.

  “Is your sweet little pussy aching for me? Is that why you’re so wet here?” he asked, as he lightly ran his finger over the undeniably soaking wet tiny piece of fabric. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” I moaned, as I arched my head back. Liam kissed and sucked my neck as he continued to slowly slide his finger backwards and forwards exactly where the ache for him was worst.

  “Do you want me to stop? Remember, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Shall I stop?”

  “God, no, Liam. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged as I ground myself against him.

  “You know you were a very bad girl today, weren’t you Seraphina?” he whispered in my ear, as he kept up the relentless tortuous pleasure with his fingers, flexing his hips against me so that his erection was exactly where I craved the pressure.

  “W..was I ?” I moaned, beginning to lose the power of cohesive thought.

  “Bad girls need to be punished, wouldn’t you agree?” he continued, as he flexed his hips into me even harder and increased the speed with which his fingers were rubbing me. “Answer me.”

  “Yes..yes..” I moaned again.

  Suddenly he raised his right hand and delivered a hard, sharp smack on the right cheek of my bottom. I gasped as I felt it reverberating through me, the force pushing me even harder against his erection as he thrust his hips forward at the same time. Before I could protest, he kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue in my mouth. Then just as suddenly he broke off the kiss.

  “That’s for not letting me know where you were this afternoon and making me worry,” he said.

  Then he raised his left hand, and delivered an even harder sharp smack on the other cheek of my bottom, as he again thrust his erection right against me, and kissed me.

  “And that’s for being rude and defiant in the gym. You will not be wearin
g those obscenely revealing gym clothes out in public again, will you, Seraphina?”

  Part of me managed to draw back enough to rebel against his command.

  “I don’t see why…” I tried to protest, as I felt his hands smoothing my bottom again where he’d just smacked me, and his teasing fingers start their torture again.

  “Oh don’t even think about arguing with me on this, because that will just earn you further punishments, but over my knee next time,” he whispered.

  He suddenly pulled my hands from his neck to grip them both in one of his large hands. He pulled my legs round with his other hand and swung me so that I was held down firmly over his knees with my head dangling down. As much as I wanted to protest, I was so turned on and aroused by his handling of me that I couldn’t actually get the words out, especially as he pushed my legs apart and then slid his finger enticingly right from the front to the back of the tiny scrap of fabric of my thong that was the only barrier between us. I could feel some kind of intense sensation building deep inside me, and I moaned as I wriggled and tried to grind myself against his hand to increase the pressure and get more of this pleasurable agony.

  “Liam, please…”

  “Oh no, not yet,” the teasing bastard chuckled, as he swung me back up to straddle him again, with his jeans pressed hard against me once more.

  “So are we agreed that you’ll let me know where you are at all times? And that you’ll wear proper gym gear that’ll afford you some modicum of decency? And trust me, I’ll know if you don't,” he warned.

  “I suppose if it’s that important to you, I’ll wear something else,” I sighed. “And I’ve already said I’ll try to be more considerate and keep in touch.”

  “Seraphina, you’ll do more than try, because it’ll be even more important while I'm away,” he insisted as he reached under my skirt to pull my bottom firmly against his hardness again, making me groan in frustration.

  “Okay, Liam, you win. I won’t wear that gym gear out again, and I’ll report my every movement to you until you get sick of the constant text messages and beg me to stop pestering you.”

  He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

  “That’s more like it. Now, I was wondering, do you like being on top like this?” he asked, as he started thrusting rhythmically against me, at the same time as he rocked my hips to match his movements, just as he would if we were actually fucking right at this moment. I could feel those tantalising sensations starting to bubble up again. “Hmm, Sera? Do you think you might like to be taken like this for your first time, so you could control how deeply my cock delves into your pussy?” As he said this, he thrust extra hard against me.

  “Ahh…Mmm…yes…I like it but…”

  “But?”

  “I want you on top Liam. It’s always you on top when I dream about how it’ll be. You pinning me down while you take me. That’s how I want it to be for my first time,” I whispered.

  “So you dream about me, do you? About me taking you?”

  “Oh God, yes Liam, all the time! You have no idea,” I confessed.

  “I’m very happy to hear it. Me on top pinning you down it will be then. And in these dreams, do you come?”

  “No, I always wake up just before…even in my dreams you’re a pussy teasing bastard,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

  “But everything’s leading to the ultimate goal, isn’t it? Making sure that when the time is right, you’ll have the most amazing first time a man can give a woman. That’s what I want for you, Seraphina.”

  “Liam, I want what you’re offering so much, and I don't want us to have to wait any longer than we have to. Please, I want us to go ahead as soon as you get back from your trip this week. You said it’ll be my choice, that I’ll set the pace. Well, I'm telling you I'm sure that’ll be the right time. That’s when I want you to take my virginity. I want you to make love to me, deflower me, fuck me, whatever term you want to use. I want to feel you deep inside me. I need to feel you deep inside me.”

  “Seraphina, you know your virginity belongs to me and only me. And we most certainly won’t be fucking, we’ll be making sweet love.”

  “So, Friday evening maybe?” I shyly suggested.

  “Friday it is. But remember, however much we plan for this, you can still change your mind. Whatever happens between us will happen only with your full consent. I want to be sure you fully understand this.”

  “I do understand, Liam, but I'm sure I'm not going to change my mind.” I reached down and felt his hardness through his jeans. “This is what I want. You are what I want.”

  ~*~

  “Oh my God, Sera! Are you seriously telling me that Liam is a Spank Daddy?” Abbey squealed as she clapped her hands gleefully. She’d come round for us to have a girlie catch up evening together while Liam was away, eating junk food and watching rubbish TV.

  “I don't know, is that what I’m telling you? What exactly is a Spank Daddy anyway?” I queried. “All I'm saying is I can't believe I actually let Liam smack my bottom a couple of times, and even put me over his knee.”

  I was trying to make sense of all the feelings that Liam had stirred up the night before he went away. I was feeling very confused, because during the course of that day, he’d been kind and sensitive, he’d been jealous and irrational, and he’d been domineering and controlling. I couldn’t keep up with the man.

  “A Spank Daddy is a man who loves to spank a woman’s bottom, of course. So, did you like it? Did it turn you on?” she asked with a big grin.

  “That’s what I don't get. If you’d asked me about being spanked beforehand, I’d have definitely said I hated the very idea, but actually…”

  “Go on,” she urged.

  “It was really hot, I mean really…arousing,” I whispered. I kept thinking about it, the way Liam had taken control and made it so damn sexy, the way it had felt as the smarting sensation shot through me as he ground against me. Just thinking about it now was making me all hot and bothered again.

  “Perfect. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to get you to see, Sera. You should open up your mind, and be willing to try new experiences you don't think you’d like, because sometimes you’ll surprise yourself. Do you trust Liam to stop if you ask him to?”

  “Oh yes, he’s always asking me if I want to stop, but he makes everything feel so good that I don't want him to stop even when he does,” I tried to explain.

  “But you still haven’t actually had full sex yet?”

  “No, he wants us to wait until it’s safe for us not to use condoms, and for me to be really sure I’m ready. But he’s such a Master of tease, that he’s got me practically begging him to get on with things.”

  “So have you set a date for the big occasion?”

  “This Friday when he’s back.”

  “And how do you feel about that? Are you still worried or nervous?”

  “No, not really. In fact I can't wait,” I confessed, as I started to blush.

  “Aw, that’s wonderful. From what you’ve said, I'm sure it’s going to be amazing. However trying Liam can be at times, he promises to be an amazing lover, so I think you are one lucky girl. And anyway, you deserve to have a fabulous first time, having waited so long,” she smiled at me.

  Just then my phone beeped.

  “Speak of the devil,” I sighed as I checked the screen. “He wants me to sign into Skype.”

  Since he’d been away, I’d been playing him at his own game. He’d insisted he wanted me to text him to keep in touch.

  So I had been. Constantly.

  I texted him that I was awake. That I’d got up. That I was having a cup of tea. That I was heading to the bathroom for a pee. That I'd safely accomplished said pee. That I was getting dressed.

  That certainly caught his attention, because he demanded I send him a picture of what I was wearing, starting with my underwear. I told him he was a cheeky sod, but I sent the pictures anyway. He told me he thought my underwear was borin
g, and then sent me a link to what he thought I should be wearing instead. I had to admit the Agent Provocateur creamy white undies with layers of pleated silk and lace he’d picked out was not what I expected at all.

  On Monday afternoon, I had a call from George, the concierge down in reception, telling me I had a parcel to collect. I texted Liam that I had an assignation with George, thinking he’d kick off about that, but of course he knew who he was, and he knew all about the parcel because it was from him. It was a full range of the latest Nike gym gear, including something called a skapris: half skirt, half capris leggings apparently, and clearly something that met with Liam’s approval. Part of me was tempted to send it all back, but in the end I decided that would cause a huge row, so it was probably easier to just accept the gift and try it out when I next went to the gym.

  I’d put the Agent Provocateur underwear out of my mind once I'd looked at the prices. I mean, who pays sixty five pounds just for a tiny thong? Liam Starr apparently, because on Tuesday, George rang to say a large box had been delivered for me. This time the box contained a full set of the Agent Provocateur Fiji range that he’d shown me. There was a gorgeous slip, a bra, and both a thong and briefs, all in my size, as well as an assortment of stockings. They were so pretty and tasteful that I knew I’d feel special wearing any of them, so I didn't have the heart to send those back either.

  I texted him to say thank you, and he replied that he’d wanted to prove he wasn’t a dirty old pervert who only liked black underwear, and that this was the most suitably virginal range he could find, which I thought was sweet of him. I didn't dare tot up how much it must have all come to, but when I told Abbey about it, and said I doubted anyone would be able to tell the difference from a much cheaper range, she insisted that a man like Liam would.

  “He’ll be able to spot the difference between polyester and silk at twenty paces, “ she said.

  And so the flirty texting had gone on every day, and actually I found I liked having this contact with him, and I missed seeing his replies when he was busy in his meetings, or flying off to his next destination. He was inexorably drawing me in closer to him all the time, with all these strong invisible ties.