by G E Griffin
This was the first time in a very long time that I didn't have to work or study. I actually had spare time on my hands, some of which I spent organising the apartment how I wanted it. I also spent time organising a lot of my art work and photos. I even got round to choosing a frame for the last photo of my mum that Liam had stopped me from putting away again, and I hung that one in my bedroom. Somehow, it seemed talking about it with Liam had helped me overcome some of my conflicting feelings when I looked at it.
I brought my Mac into the lounge to talk to Liam on Skype, as Abbey sat next to me on the sofa.
“Hi,” we both chimed as we waved at him.
“Good evening ladies. What on earth are you both wearing?” he queried as he leaned in to the screen to try and see us more clearly.
“We’re in our onesies – they’re obligatory for a girls night in. Do you like them?” Abbey giggled as she gave him a twirl of her leopard print all in one.
“Is it some kind of a pyjama party type thing?”
“Kind of. Do you like Sera’s? Hers is a black cat one, it even has cute little ears.” She pointed them out on the hood of my outfit.
“Very nice,” he commented dryly, obviously thinking we were both totally mad. I doubted he’d had any experience of such girly things, seeing as he’d not had the pleasure of living in mixed occupancy student houses. Somehow I couldn’t imagine any of his previous blonde bimbos admitting to owning a very comfortable but highly unflattering item of clothing such as a onesie.
“What the hell have you done to your hair, Abbey?” he asked as he frowned at the screen.
“Do you like it? It’s a shaved undercut,” she explained as she positioned herself to show him the brutal look more clearly.
“You’ve actually shaved part of your hair right off?” he asked incredulously.
“Yeah, cool isn’t it?” she beamed at him. “I fricking love it.”
“But you’re a girl. Girls aren’t meant to shave their heads,” he smiled, knowing full well she would bite.
“Oh Liam, you’re so old fashioned and traditional. You crop your hair pretty short, so why shouldn’t I?” she pointed out.
“Men and women aren’t meant to look the same. Where’s the fun in that?” he smirked.
“Liam, clearly you are a hopeless male chauvinist,” she sighed.
“Why thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he joked.
“I’ll go make us some hot chocolate, give you two some privacy.” Abbey jumped up and headed for the kitchen.
“So, how did it go today? I got your text with all the hundreds of ouches and ows in it, but was it really as painful as you expected?” Liam wanted to know.
“It wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it might be, but then sugaring is meant to be less painful and better for sensitive skin, which is why I opted for that rather than waxing. It was really embarrassing though, having somebody working on my private bits,” I said.
“Ah, but I'm sure it was worth it. What did you go for in the end? A Brazilian or a Hollywood?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you? It’ll be a surprise,” I said shyly at the thought of Liam seeing me in all my bare naked glory.
“I can't wait to see my surprise, and I still think you’re very mean not to send me before and after pictures,” Liam grinned. “In fact thinking about that, and thinking about seeing you in some of that sexy underwear means I’ll shortly have to take a cold shower.”
“Make sure it’s really icy cold,” I giggled. “You deserve to suffer to make up for the pain of me having my bits done.”
“I’m sorry, especially as you’ve such delicate skin, But I'm glad being so sensitive means you can't wear perfume. I like your natural scent so much better.”
“That’s a nice thing to say,” I smiled at him.
“Well, I'm a nice person, or at least I'm trying to be,” he smiled back. “So, are you and Abbey having fun?” he asked.
“Yeah, she’s such a good mate.”
“Maybe she is, but for Christ’s sake do not let her anywhere near your hair, Seraphina. I remember you said about her cutting it for you. Abbey’s hair was bad enough before, but now it looks awful,” he stated with strong conviction.
“I like it. I think it suits Abbey, it’s really her.”
“Maybe, but just remember a style like that most certainly isn’t you. That is, if you can call it a style,” he insisted.
“Your world is so conservative, isn’t it? You should see some of the other art students, what they wear, and how they have their hair. That’d be an eye opener for you.”
“I think I’ll pass on that pleasure. So, I’ll be back tomorrow as scheduled. Are you still happy with the plans we’ve made? No second thoughts?”
“Liam, if you’re asking if I’ve changed my mind in any way, the answer is no, I haven’t. I’m really looking forward to it, and I can't wait,” I whispered.
“That’s good to hear, but there’s still no pressure, you do know that, don't you Seraphina?”
“Yes, of course I do. But do you seriously think I’d have put myself through all that pain today if I had any doubts about going ahead?”
“That’s a very fair point.”
“Come on you two, enough chattering. We need to get back to our girly gossiping, and anyway it’s nearly time for The Vampire Diaries,” Abbey insisted as she returned with two mugs of hot chocolate complete with mini marsh mallows.
Liam and I finished up our Skype call, knowing that this time tomorrow, he would be back, and we would be together again after what seemed to have been a very long week indeed.
Chapter 26
Liam
I hadn't intended to introduce Seraphina to the delights of spanking this early on, but with one thing and another Sunday had turned out to be a very frustrating day, and I decided Sera needed a short sharp shock to bring her into line.
Because I was going away again for the week, for my peace of mind I needed to be certain that she understood how important it was that she told me where she was at all times, and that I absolutely would not tolerate other men being able to see what was for my eyes only. Of course I loved that Seraphina was so young and naive and inexperienced. It meant that I would be able to guide her and help her to discover what she liked and enjoyed as we explored her sexuality together. But that naivety also meant she’d very little idea of the effect she had on other men a lot of the time, which was dangerous and made her very vulnerable. I needed to protect her, and I would take whatever measures were necessary to do so.
There was no denying it felt fantastic to spank that extremely sexy little bottom of hers, and it certainly focussed her attention. But even better, I was extremely pleased by the way she responded. She very nearly had an orgasm after just two light smacks, meaning I had to control her very carefully to ensure she didn’t fly over the edge just yet. I didn't want the frustrated arousal I'd been so carefully building up to be released until I judged it was the right moment to allow it. I wanted her to be ready and very willing to let me take her virginity without any fear or trepidation, so she’d have a highly pleasurable introduction to sex with me.
I knew her body’s instinctive positive response to the stimulation spanking provides boded very well indeed for the future, if she was already this responsive. I was pretty certain that once I'd unleashed Seraphina’s sexuality, she was going to be absolute dynamite in bed, even though she had no clue about this herself yet. Naturally, I couldn’t wait to explore this side of her, and holding myself back and remaining in control hadn’t been easy, but it had been necessary.
So when she became confident enough to start lightly touching my erection through my trousers, I encouraged her to go a step further. I got her to undo my zip so she could feel for herself my length and girth through my boxers, which took immense control on my part to just sit back while she rubbed and squeezed and fondled my cock and balls through the thin fabric. But I could see her growing fascination and cu
riosity, which was exactly the response I was looking for. I was planning for us to enjoy each other in so many ways, and this was a very positive beginning.
Meeting Seraphina and convincing her to allow me to guide and tutor her had brought new purpose and direction into my life. It made me realise how empty and shallow it had been before, and this was what helped me to take things very slowly with her. It wasn’t just about what I wanted any more, it was about what was best for her, and for us, about what would strengthen this bond between us.
Discovering that we both liked running was good, it showed we had some common interests. But I was in two minds about taking her down to the fitness suite where there were usually quite a few other fit guys hanging around. However, as I wasn’t happy about her safety if she went out running by herself, on balance I decided the gym was the lesser of two evils.
The trouble was, I knew only too well what went on behind the scenes down there. The manager, Scott Franklin, was the focal point for anyone interested in finding themselves a discrete sexual play mate. He was an expert in sourcing out like minded individuals, and he tasked himself with unofficially interviewing any new faces that appeared in any of the network of gyms he was connected with to see if he could recruit new candidates. How did I know all this? Because I’d personally made use of his services many times.
Telling him that you were a casual user was an unspoken code for being interested in casual sex, and he added your name to the list he kept. If someone was nominated for his list, he assessed them to make sure they were suitable and followed all the safe sex guidelines . If Scott had any bad feedback on someone, they were blacklisted and became persona non grata. He was one of the main participants, and that was the reason he was happy to run the list, as it meant he got first pick of any of the new candidates.
So no way was I letting Seraphina go down to the gym on her own when I knew Scott worked weekends, because her inexperience could put her at risk of blindly agreeing to something she didn’t understand and thankfully had no knowledge of.
Initially it obviously never occurred to Scott that Seraphina was with me when he first saw her, because she was not my usual choice of female in any way at all. He knew that every single one of my previous fuck buddies had been a big busty blonde. So all he saw with Seraphina was a beautiful woman that he could potentially sign up to his list, and naturally he made a beeline for her. I also knew that he personally liked his females very young and very slim, so his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw her. I'd even heard him boasting about filming himself fucking really tiny Asian women brutally hard even though he was a huge gorilla of a guy, a former champion body builder . Truth was, he wasn’t a nice man, but I’d always told myself that whatever he got up to in his own time with other consenting adults was none of my business. As long as he helped provide me with what I wanted, that was all that mattered.
I certainly didn’t want him sniffing around Seraphina in any way, so I tried to head him off by telling him she was with me. But he didn't take the hint, so I took him into the office to spell it out to him, while Seraphina waited out of earshot.
“She’s very young and not your usual type at all Liam, but I have to hand it to you, that is one hot, sweet little girl you’ve brought in. I got a hard-on just looking at her. I bet she gives a really good tight fuck, so I don't blame you for branching out from your usual older women. She’ll make a great addition to the list, and I’ll certainly take her off your hands when you're done with her. I guess that’ll be in about a month’s time, unless you’re up for sharing? We haven’t done a threesome in a long while. I’ll take her ass and you can have her pussy if you like, or we could do a spit roast, I'd be up for that if…”
“Shut your dirty fucking mouth, Scott. Just shut the fuck up,” I said as I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to punch him. I didn't want any reminder of the one time he and I had shared a threesome with a very willing participant. I've always maintained that you have to at least try something once before you can say it’s not for you. But sharing like that was not my scene at all, so it was not an experience I’d ever cared to repeat, and I’d always regretted having got that closely involved with Scott that one time. “I told you Seraphina is with me, and that’s exactly what I meant. She is mine, and you will not be adding her to your fuck list, not now, not in a month and not at any time in the future. You’re not to go anywhere near her, and you’re not to touch her in any way. Do I make myself clear?”
I was standing right in his face as I said this, so he was left in little doubt about how serious I was.
The way Scott spoke about Seraphina disgusted me, but I knew I was being hypocritical because up to now my behaviour had pretty much mirrored his. We’d both treated women purely as a commodity, as mere sex objects, and now I felt pretty ashamed when I saw myself in the same light as this animal. It convinced me even more that I needed to change, that I had to become a better man for Seraphina.
“What’s this, switching to a new scene because you’ve finally got bored of all those big tits? Are you exploring your Dominant side and taking this little girl as your submissive?”
“All you need to know is that Seraphina is off limits to anyone except me. No one else is to go near her if she comes down here without me, and that includes you. You know that I could make your life very difficult if I chose to, so I hope you understand what I’m saying here, Scott.”
If he wanted to think that Seraphina was my submissive, that was fine by me, because it meant he understood that she was out of bounds to anyone else. The truth was that although I undeniably had a Dominant personality, I’d never been interested in that whole scene because a Dom has to be prepared to be totally responsible for the wellbeing of his submissive, and I’d never been interested in taking on that kind of a heavy commitment. Until now?
“Okay, okay, I get it. No touching your precious new little toy. Perhaps you should mark her or collar her in some way as a warning to the other guys, because you know this is not how it usually works here.”
“If there’s going to be any kind of a problem, I’ll sign her up to another gym, but I’d prefer that she doesn't have to go elsewhere. It’s much more convenient for her to work out here while I'm away. I’d like to think I could rely on you to look out for her on my behalf, but I'm doubtful I can trust you. So just be warned. You do not want me as your enemy.”
“Of course not, Liam. I get it. This Seraphina is off limits. But I can't stop other guys approaching her, especially if she’s going to come down here in skimpy little outfits like that,” he nodded out of the office window. “I suggest you have a quiet word with your new little pet if you don't want the bees swarming round that sweet little honey pot.”
I was horrified to see Seraphina had removed her track suit and was doing her warm up exercises wearing a tiny thin pair of shorts, along with the briefest of thin crop tops. Everyone could see the shape of her breasts and the peak of her nipples, and as she bent over, nothing about her shapely bottom was left to the imagination. Every man in the gym was spellbound, and yet she appeared totally oblivious to the effect she was having.
My first instinct was to haul her straight out of there, but I knew she’d make a huge fuss and protest loudly if I did that. So instead I shielded her by running on the machine right next to her, and tried to get her to cover herself up, but she refused to see reason. That’s why I decided to wait for the right moment to make my point more forcefully later that evening with a little light punishment. And that short, sharp shock finally brought her round to my point of view.
~*~
Finally my latest round of business trips were completed, and Friday evening came around.
When Seraphina came round to my place, she seemed to find it strange that I was preparing the meal for our special Friday date.
“I just didn't have you down as the domesticated type,” she smiled as she sat on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, sipping her champagne as she watched me s
earing the pan fried sea bass we were having.
Tonight, Sera was wearing a short dress made from a silky shimmering pale gold fabric. She told me it was one of Abbey’s designs when I told her how great she looked.
It was very simply cut, almost like a long t shirt shape, with just a simple silk ribbon trim round the bottom edge, but it looked stunning on her. I was pleased she was also wearing the Jimmy Choo shoes I'd bought her, and I hoped those were stockings she was wearing, although I couldn’t be sure just yet. I planned to find out shortly.
She was wearing her hair down, and her loose curls fell around her shoulders. It meant she kept tucking her hair behind her ears, which was a nervous habit of hers I’d noticed. She was wearing her angel wing earrings again, which I liked – I suppose because they were part of Seraphina’s unique character.
I’d opened a bottle of 2002 Perrier-Jouët Belle Époque vintage champagne for us tonight. Sera seemed to like the decorative Art Nouveau design of the bottle as much as the contents, but I’d bought it because it was a decent vintage.
“Just because I don't often have the time, doesn't mean I don't take pleasure in being able to put together a simple nutritious meal. I thought we’d just have a main course and a dessert, if that’s okay – you did say you don't like overeating .”
“Fine by me, but with your huge appetite, won’t you feel a little peckish?”
“Maybe I’m saving my appetite for other things.”
Although this made Sera blush, so far she seemed happy and relaxed, not worried or nervous about spending the night with me for the first time, and I was glad I'd decided against taking her out somewhere. Here in my apartment, we could take our time and not worry about anything else. I’d insisted we both switch our phones off so we wouldn’t be disturbed, just for tonight. I assured her the alarm she’d set to remind her to take her pill would still activate even with her phone off, while she assured me she’d remembered to take her pill every day as regular as clockwork, and I was glad we were in total agreement about how important this was.