The Deal

His lips brushed against her pussy, she gasped again, but this time he pushed his tongue between them and pushed against her dripping hole, tasting her. His hands slid beneath her thighs and held her firmly as he slid his tongue up her lips and pressed against her clit. She gasped aloud once more and reached her hand down, pressing the back of his head into her.

He responded by sucking gently at her clit and she moaned and ached and throbbed and wanted him. Now she had crossed the line. Now she wanted him.

He began rolling his tongue over her clit and she cried out loud. 'Yessss'.

He rolled his tongue over and over and over her clit, then began flicking the firm tip of his tongue over her clit, dragging his soft lip immediately behind, double flicking her clit over and over again.

Her pussy was flooding and she spread her legs as wide as she could, pressing his head down into her. He licked and sucked and teased her clit as her pussy juice soaked his mouth and chin. Then he released one hand from her thigh, slid it between her thighs, then as he began licking her clit faster, she felt his fingers enter her. She moaned aloud once more, a low, almost animal groan as he sucked her clit and thrust his fingers gently inside her.

He then pulled his fingers from her, pushed himself onto the bed and she ached for his cock. Instead, he pushed his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, tasting herself on his fingers. With his free hand he unzipped and kicked his trousers free, then pushed her dress high around her waist, exposing her spread pussy fully, then dropped his head down once more. He sucked on her clit and fingerfucked her now, matching the rhythm of his tongue to the thrust of his fingers. She felt the divine tension building inside her and as she began to tense, he sensed she was about to come and increased the speed even more. His tongue blurred over her clit again and again as he fingerfucked her harder.

She rushed towards the edge and yelped as her orgasm exploded inside her, her nails digging into the back of his scalp, her thighs clamping against his face. As she shuddered through her orgasm, he sucked once more on her clit and she almost screamed as he flicked at her sensitive bud whilst the ripples still flowed through her.

He slid from the edge of the bed, kicked off his trousers and stood naked over her, his eyes devouring the sight of her on his bed, her cheeks a deep red of bliss. He moved around the bed, lifted her into a sitting position, unzipped her dress and pulled it off her. He leaned into her back and reaching for her chest, took her boobs in his strong hands and squeezed them as he half kissed, half bit her neck. The pleasure was overwhelming and she allowed her head to fall back onto his shoulder, giving herself completely to him, as he bit kisses around her neck and throat, his hands squeezing and stroking her breasts, then reaching one hand down to push excitedly into her pussy and pressed against her clit momentarily, then thrust his fingers back inside her. She moaned into the side of his head, but then he suddenly got to his feet and lowered her back onto the bed. Her head rest on the edge of the bed and she looked up to see his hard cock above her and above that, his eyes feasting on her as she lay on his bed now naked except for the stockings.

He reached down, sliding both hands under her arms, then dragged her gently across the bed until her head lolled off the edge. She didn't expect what happened next, as he gripped his cock and stroked it over her lips.

She knew instantly what he wanted and opened her mouth. He pushed his cock inside immediately and she sucked eagerly on it, as she felt his hands back on her breasts. Gently, he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth tenderly, careful not to thrust too hard or too deep. She closed her eyes and felt his hands on her as his cock slid into and out of her hungry mouth, the taste of his pre-cum delicious against her tongue.

He pushed a little deeper, careful not to push too hard and she took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. He leaned lower, revelling in the feeling and the sight of her submission.

He reached down as she sucked on him, and pressed his fingers into her pussy once more. She moaned against his cock, causing an exhilarating humming against it. He stroked her clit and felt her hot, throbbing wetness, then began stroking her clit faster as he fucked her mouth.

She bucked against his touch and felt another orgasm building inside her as her mouth filled with his thick, hard cock. Her stroked her faster, fucked her mouth a little harder and she instinctively closed her legs, but he pushed them wide apart and stroked her faster, his other hand squeezing her breast firmly.

She could hear his moans of pleasure, hear his breathing increasing and feel her orgasm ready to burst. Suddenly, she came and moaned hard against his cock.

He pulled free from her mouth and urgently ordered her; 'Quick! On your knees'. She spun on the bed as her orgasm rippled through her, slid off the bed and knelt before him as he stroked his cock in her face. He guided his cock into her mouth and she sucked on it eagerly, her head bobbing back and forth, one hand on his hip, wanting him, needing him to come. She ran her tongue over his cock as she sucked him, gripping the base of his cock with her free hand and squeezing as she sucked. Within seconds, he cried out and came, shooting his hot, thick come onto her face. She closed her eyes and almost felt as if she could come again as his come splashed onto her skin, her lips and into her mouth. She felt the last of it on her chin, dripping onto his chest as he moaned.

As his orgasm rampaged through him, she reached her hand to her face and lovingly stroked his come into her skin, stroked it from her lips into her mouth, relishing the taste, swallowing him, then she reached out, took his cock in her hand and guided it back into her mouth, sucking the last drop of his come and tasting him.

He moaned in ecstasy at the feeling and she in turn, moaned her pleasure against his cock, rolling her tongue over his head, delighting in the growls of pleasure she was forcing from him.

Soon his orgasm passed and he reached down, pulling her to her feet and pressing his mouth hungrily against hers.

Their lips parted and he looked into her eyes. 'You're sleeping here tonight' he whispered and she smiled.

7.40am

She woke and blinked into the morning. She turned and found the bed beside her empty. The memory of the night before resurfaced slowly through the warm fug of her sleep and she smiled as she lay in the perfect warm comfort of the bed, sliding a little lower and pressing her thighs together, remembering the orgasms she'd been treated to.

A few minutes later, he came into the room, fully dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt and black tie, which took her by surprise.

'Oh! You're dressed' she said, then silently cursed herself for stating the obvious. He nodded as he placed a cup of tea at her bedside.

'I have to work. You stay here today'.

'Stay here?' she asked, a little surprised. He nodded again.

'I have plans for you later' he said, then leaned in and gave her a deep, hard kiss. She hoped she didn't have morning breath as she tasted the minty cleanness of his mouth. Then she remembered what he had done with his mouth and forgot all about morning breath.

'You don't have to stay in all day, but I'll be back around 6. Be here when I get back'. He kissed her again and left. A few seconds later, she heard the front door open, then slam shut.

She sat up and sipped at her tea. It was hot, strong and good. A bit like him, she smiled. So far...

He was very trusting, she thought. She had a long, hot shower. Wrapped in a towel with another on her head, she went to the kitchen and made coffee. The tea was nice, but she needed coffee. Looking in his kitchen cupboards, she was impressed to see such an array of cooking equipment, herbs, spices, odd looking tools that mystified her. Last night's dinner was proof he could cook, now she could see how seriously he took it. The fridge was a thing of beauty. Not the fridge itself, but inside were neatly ranged pots and tubs, some labelled, some not, cured meats, three bottles of beer, one white wine, one champagne, jars of more spices and ready-made ingredients, but no cheese. Weird.

She peeped into the other rooms as she went through the house. A lounge with record player and TV, she was already familiar with. A cloakroom cupboard with six pairs of various boots and wellingtons, a long rack of coats and not a single umbrella.

Men

, she thought and shook her head.

Beyond the cloak room was a sort of mini gym, with a treadmill, various weights on a rack, a rowing machine and another large TV. But no mirror. Again, men...

Upstairs, there were three rooms other than his bedrooms; a wardrobe room that was incredibly tidy, an office and a final room that was locked. She thought this was a little odd, locking a room when living alone. The wardrobe room had three identical cupboards, two with suits, shirts and the like hanging above neatly stacked shoes, the third full of shelves of clothes. Beneath the windows were two matching chests. The first was locked, which was again annoying, but as she opened the second, she gasped aloud, her hands leaping to her chest as she took a backward step, unable to believe what was inside.

Within the chest was a dark purple cardboard box with her name written on it. She slammed the chest closed and hurried back to the bedroom.

She dropped herself onto the edge of the bed and tried to control her panic. She knew she was going to go back and open the box, she had to. But, she sipped her coffee, dried her hair, checked her phone, then went to get dressed, slipping off the towel as she approached her clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. Then she saw the envelope sitting on top of her underwear. This too had her name written on the front. She went back to the bed, now naked and open it with nervous trepidation.

Inside it read:

I imagine you've found the box by now and if you've opened it, you know what to expect. Get dressed and be sure to be ready when I come home.

If you have not found or opened the box, do it now.

There is a dress hanging on the back of the door.

x

Know what to expect...

She gulped down the last of her coffee nervously and checked the back of the door. There was the dress, just as the letter had said. It was similar to the first; black, tucked at the waist, a V cut at the decolletage, but this one had a full length zip from the neck to the hem. Interesting.

She looked at the doorway, then found herself walking back to the chest. She knew she would be back, but did not expect a letter to guide her there. She opened the chest cautiously, almost expecting something to leap out at her. The box was still there (

of course, where else would it be? Duhhh

) and she lifted it carefully from the chest, closing the lid, and walking the box back to the bedroom. She placed it on the bed and pinched her bottom lip in deliberation.

Opening the box, she found several layers of tissue paper matching the colour of the box, then in the centre, a length of black silk, a small jet black crucifix on a thin silver chain, a pair of plain white knickers, a plain white bra and a dark blue plastic device connected to a loop of elasticated plastic in the same colour. It had a tiny switch on the side and when she pressed it, the device vibrated between her fingers. She quickly turned it off and smiled. She frowned and placed the item back in the box, picking up the white underwear instead.

She inspected them with disappointment. They were every day, banal underwear. The sort that came in twos and threes in packs at M&S. Her frown deepened in confusion. The note read that she would know what to expect.

In M&S knickers?

she thought. Obviously the vibrating cock ring only had one function, but the silk? And the boring underwear? She had no idea what he intended. Other than it seemed he was planning on fucking her. Well... she had guessed that from the start, whether she wanted to or not.

She put the items back in the box, put on her own clothes (which she had carried in her bag from day one, expecting not to want to put the dirty ones back on) and went for a walk, trying to decipher the box and the note.

By mid-afternoon, she was fed up with coffee and watching the telly, so read, but her mind kept wandering, her eyes flicking constantly to the clock on the wall. By 5, she had butterflies in her stomach, mouth dry, mind racing, wondering what he had in mind for her.

At 5.30, she went upstairs, stripped and put on the boring white underwear, the necklace and did her make-up. Then she put on the dress and checked out her reflection. She looked ok, but not as good as she had in the first dress, she thought. She went downstairs, put on the heels, then waited, anxiously.

5.55pm

He arrived, swept into the lounge and immediately pulled her into his arms and kissed her quickly, then took a few seconds to wander his eyes over her, then hurried into the kitchen. He was busying himself, dashing between cooker, fridge, sink and cupboard, throwing things into bowls, mixing, stirring... he was a dash of action and she was impressed. She suddenly felt hungry and tottered on her heels in the kitchen doorway.

He went to the fridge, took out some bottles, went to the cooker, then pulled out a glass and poured her a

very

large glass of wine, then placed it on the table with a cup of breadsticks.

'Have a seat' he smiled. She did and sipped at the wine.

Hmm... nothing about the dress, nothing about wasting a whole day waiting for him,

she thought as she sat down.

This had better be good...

He went to a cupboard, took out a mixer, then threw multiple ingredients into it, whoozhed them into life, then poured into a bowl and placed it beside the breadsticks before her.

'Try that' he smiled. She dipped the edge of a breadstick into the blood-red mixture and sucked on the stick. It was superb and her belly rumbled a little. He smiled with one side of his mouth as she sucked, then turned away as she bit the end off. He took two gulps of his drink, then placed a pomegranate salad before her and said; 'Starters. Back in a sec'.

She heard a door close and a shower start. She ate at her salad greedily. When he returned, the suit and shirt had been replaced with knee-length shorts and a white t-shirt. He immediately gulped some beer and topped up her glass.

'Are you trying to get me tipsy?' she asked, hiding a smile.

'Yes' he replied. She scraped up the last of the leaves and pomegranate seeds and shoved them into her mouth.

'Really?'

'Yes'.

'Why?' she asked, a tingle running through her. He stared into her eyes, a seductive smile on his lips.

'It'll feel better' he smiled and turned back to the cooker. 'You'll be more relaxed'. That worried her.

Relaxed. Relaxed for what

, she wondered?

A few minutes later, he served her a dish of risotto, which smelled and tasted even better than the meal the previous evening.

'Ever been to Venice?' he asked, first forkful poised in front of his mouth. She gave him a small smile.

'Yes. With my husband' she said, then felt pangs of guilt and regret hit her like a slap.

'Tell me about it' he said, chomping.

'It's nice' she replied, the smell and taste of her dinner taking precedent. She stared at her plate for a moment.

'No. Tell me about it'. She looked up and saw he was insistent, so she cast her mind back and started to remember aloud.

'I remember thinking it would be a bit smelly. You know, like damp? But it wasn't, it was lovely'. She took another mouthful of food as he studied her intently.

'Go on'.

'Weee... got the canal bus into the city and it was just so lovely. We went right into the Grand Canal, seeing the things I never thought I'd see, like the Peggy Guggenheim and the Academia and the Rialto Bridge, although that was a bit disappointing as it was all covered in shops. But our hotel was lovely, nice room, nice bathroom, you know'.

'And?' he asked after she paused, remembering how they'd shagged on top of the bed almost immediately, then had a sleep, as they had left home around 4am that morning. She remembered they showered together and had sex again in the shower, and blushed.

'We had a shower-'

'Mmm' he interjected.

'And went out. The Rialto looked a lot better at night, I remember. All lights and reflections on the canal. My husband told me he had never seen me looking so beaut-... no, not beautiful. He said he had never seen me looking so gorgeous'. She smiled at the memory. 'Then we just walked. We stopped for a drink here and there, then I remember he was getting a bit frustrated as we kept walking down interesting little alleys which ended in water, so we had to keep turning back, but that was still nice because we were in Venice. Then we found a nice little restaurant with tables outside and had lovely scallop thing with lots of cheese on top, then I had a really lovely calamari pasta and he had Vongole, which he

loves

!' she took a moment to giggle at the memory, then shoved in more of his delicious risotto and chuckled through the dizzying flavours.

'Then we walked back to the hotel, went to bed. Next day we walked to the lagoon and went on a gondola,

of course

. Duhh, tourist! I don't think he really wanted to, but we went on because I did. He wanted to do everything for me then...'

He smiled at her, studying her face intently. 'Then we had a beautiful lunch, then went up the tower in St Marks' Square. Then in the evening, we went out and had some dinner, then were outside for some drinks, as it was really hot, but then it started raining, so we went in a nice little bar near the square, but it started raining harder and harder, but it was getting close to the last canal bus back to the Rialto, so we ran to St Marks' Square and we were drenched by the time we got there'.

He smiled, reached over and filled her glass once more, then nodded towards it, indicating he wanted her to drink. So she did as instructed. 'Then?'

'Then, we realised we had loads of time, so we had a drink under the cloisters around the square, and it was so lovely as there was hardly anyone else there at all. A man was playing a piano nearby and when we'd finished our drinks, we danced in the square in the pouring rain and we had the entire St Marks' Square all to ourselves. Amazing...' her eyes and thoughts drifted away as she remembered; the piano, her soaked skin, the rain, their feet splashing as they danced, his laugh, his hands gripping her... 'So we danced in the rain and got even more drenched and giggled, then ran to the canal bus and sailed up to the Rialto. It was absolutely fantastic'.

'Sounds romantic'. She nodded.

'I take it the romance didn't stop when you got to the hotel?' she blushed again and went back to the risotto. By the time dinner had finished, she was on her 4

th

glass and feeling decidedly tipsy.

7.20pm

'Ok' he said, getting to his feet and offering a hand. She took it and stood. 'Let's go' he said and lead her upstairs. 'You can leave the heels' he said at the foot of the stairs and she kicked them off, then padded after him, barefoot.

He lead her into the bedroom and she gasped in stunned surprise...

The duvet had been pulled from the bed and from each corner bedpost hung a thick black strap with a buckled cuff at the end. On one pillow was the long strip of silk, on the other the cock ring. Her mouth fell open in surprise and she gaped at him. He smiled back.