Thomas groaned as she shrieked and jolted, her cunt clenching down on him in shock. "B- but you said-" Lauren was pulling mindlessly against her bonds, ready to cry again with frustration. Another slap. And shriek. Another tightening down on his thrusting cock.
"You may come, and I will help you come harder than ever..." Another slap on her fiery red ass. Another wail. Clenching down so tightly that Thomas's cock stilled. "You will come from both your need and your agony." Lauren's entire body felt painfully exposed, excruciatingly sensitive and each new strike on her ass hurt just as much. But her Sir's generous cock driving up inside her was still hurtling her into orgasm, she could feel it looming, even as his hands still caused pain. Licking two fingers, Thomas began patting her clitoris, swirling his hips and burrowing inside her deeper. And as her feet began twitching and pointing, he smacked his broad palm on her abused ass and murmured in his deepest, most commanding tone, that lovely accent so persuasive. "We shall come together, sweetness. On the third strike of my hand."
"One.
Two.
Three."
As his hand landed for the final time, the flare of misery from her skin somehow setting off the orgasm he'd threatened her with. Lauren felt it burn through her cunt, her legs, up her spine and jolting back down in a white-hot flash that hurt so fucking much but felt so powerfully good and she would take another three hundred slaps on her bruised ass to feel something so pleasurable that every muscle in her body was rigid but she didn't know that. All the girl knew was her beautiful, cruel, terrifying god gave her more and more waves of an orgasm so powerful that it tore through her. And Thomas groaned and continued thrusting into her spasming cunt, feeling it not so gently squeeze the come from him. The two cried out, shaking and groaning until the waves finally stopped crashing over them. Lauren dimly felt Thomas's head lift from her shoulder, removing her bonds and gently massaging her wrists and ankles. "Such a very good, brave girl. Your Sir is so pleased with you."
Chapter 21 – Food and Conversation
In which Lauren has a Girl's Night. Which turns out badly. Of course. Because that happens a lot as a Corporation Wife.
"Just one or two days without The Corporation fucking everything up," thought Lauren long after. "Just a couple of days. Was it really too much to ask?"
When one is the spouse of the terrifying Number Two from Jaguar Holdings, apparently so.
Lauren was humming a strain from Debussy'sNocturnes, smiling in a vaguely loose-lipped fashion that in no way imbued her youthful countenance with any dignity as she gathered up her sheet music after practice a few days later. She was fairly certain she would be walking bowlegged for the rest of her life because Thomas couldn't leave her alone long enough to heal up, and if he'd tried, she wouldn't have let him. They didn't go into Thomas's "Fun Dungeon" every night, the name she'd settled on when Sex Dungeon sounded too grim and her husband's term "Play Room" was just ridiculous. Lauren was young, very healthy and possessed a delightfully sturdy constitution, but given all the delightfully dark and sordid things Thomas did to her in there as her Sir, she wasn't certain she'd survive the week. But the very discovery of the room and all its alarming accessories and her willingness to submit turned their heated sex life into an inferno.
"How've you been?"
Yanked out of her salacious meanderings, Lauren looked up, flushing as she focused on the slightly amused face of her friend. "I'm good," she managed, "how are you, Macie? I love that new sweater." Macie forced a smile in return, which made Lauren a little sad. But at least her (former) best friend was talking to her.
"It's been a really long time," the girl finally managed, "I thought we could have lunch? There's a killer kebab place I found a couple of streets over."
Lauren instantly wanted to blurt, "Yes! Hell, yes!" It had been so long since she and Macie spoke since her (former) best friend could look at her with anything other than hurt or disgust. But what did lunch mean in her scary, uncertain new universe? Would a simple lunch expose Macie to any danger? Any scrutiny? Half of her stood back and shook her head in disbelief that she found herself in a place in her life where considerations such as grabbing a kebab with her (former) best friend could mean life or death.It's just a kebab,she scolded her sensible half,no one's dying over a kebab!Looking up, Lauren smiled more naturally, "I'd love that."
Two lamb kebabs in with a mess of rice and lemon sauce, the girls kept wiping their greasy fingers and giggling. Lauren marveled that after a few uncomfortable sentences she and Macie were chatting away again as if the past few months had never happened, feeling just as close as they had, flying into Heathrow airport and ready to begin their new lives as Professional Musicians.
"...so, this wanker looked down my sweater and said 'I wanna slap those baps,' and it took me a minute to realize the son of a bitch was talking about my boobs!" Macie was waving her stick of oily lamb and laughing over the encounter. "First, I wanted to throw my beer in his face- but it was a really good beer, you know, and then I was slightly impressed because he got his shitty pickup line to actually rhyme, so that was good..."
"What did you do?" Lauren prompted.
Macie shrugged. "I threwhisbeer in his face." The two girls were silent for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Lauren was giddy with the relief and the sheer joy of being with her best (perhaps still?) friend again. Finally, their laughter turned into wheezing, which turned into a comfortable silence as they finished their lunch. Walking slowly back to the practice hall, Lauren smiled as her friend carelessly linked their arms together, the way they used to. "So, you ever get a night off from being Mrs. Thomas Williams?"
Lauren's brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Macie drawled, "could we have a girl's night? Maybe Friday or Saturday? We could hang out at my place and eat crap food- I bought Flaming Hot Cheetos off Amazon! And maybe watchPretty in Pinkagain."
Sniffling a little, Lauren said, "Remember when she took the thrift store dress and made it amazing and then they were making out in the parking lot by his BMW because he really loved her?"
"Yeah," Macie agreed, a little weepily, "I love that scene."
Lauren was torn. Thomas had made it clear that The Corporation Wives only hung out with Other Corporation Wives, but... he didn't trust Arabella either. What could it harm to just have one evening? Nothing big. Just two members of the same orchestra having a girl's night?
Her voice a little harder, Macie persisted. "Just one night. Does he let you off the leash ever?" She realized her mistake when Lauren stopped, staring at her angrily. "Shit, girl. I didn't mean... not like that. I just wanted to see you, I guess."
Sighing, Lauren rubbed her forehead. "I'd like to hang out, too. But don't be mean, all right? Thomas is really sweet to me." She could tell by the blank expression on her (probably former) best friend's face that Macie did not get it, but she persisted. "Heis.Thomas is. I think I could do Friday; can I text you tonight?"
Macie made an agreeing sort of noise, looking behind them at Chuck, who was following them at a discreet distance. "Do you think you could leave your boy back there at home for one evening?"
Startled into laughing, Lauren gave her a little shove with her shoulder. "Chuck is super charming, dude. You would be blessed to witness that man's charm."
Thomas had arrived home a little early that day, so he was pulling off his tie by the time Lauren walked through the door. "Ah, there you are, lovely. I want to take you out for dinner tonight. Nora's, across the park. They have magnificent American food."
Still thinking about Macie actually shipping Flaming Hot Cheetos from the states made Lauren smile. If only Thomas knew what real American food could entail. "Thank you," she answered, "I would love that."
