As if in answer, he slams the door closed behind him then turns to me, his big blue eyes burning with a strange fire.
“Lift up your dress,” he says quietly but firmly, so firmly in fact that I have little ability to do anything other than obey his command, despite the flash of worry that courses through me at the thought thatanyonecould come into this room at any moment to collect their coat or bag.
With trembling hands I pull my dress up around my waist, uncovering my bare legs and my pale pink thong beneath, feeling my pussy begin to throb in anticipation for whatever’s about to come next.
He takes a few steps closer to me, backing me right up against the wall, his eyes locked intensely on mine. And then I gasp, as I feel his hand move between my legs, stroking the very place that’s throbbing and aching for him through the dampening silk of my panties, massaging my swelling clit slowly yet firmly, working his fingers back and forth over my swelling flesh in just the way that makes me tremble and sigh, my eyes closing in pleasure as I feel that now-familiar excitement building inside me with each new stroke of his fingertips.
There’s a pause, and then I gasp again as I feel him roughly tug my thong down around my thighs, exposing the hot wet center of me to the cool air of this dim little room.
Oh God, I feel so fucking naughty, so damnslutty– standing there with my dress held up around my waist and my panties pulled down, exposing my wet and throbbing pussy to him, watching in shameful delight as he begins to unbuckle himself too, tugging open his slacks just enough to free that long, thick cock of his, letting it spring free, gripping its base with his fist as me moves back towards me, then guides it right between my legs, brushing the hot swollen tip back and forth against my wet and tender folds, back and forth, just as he did with his fingers, causing fresh moans to escape my parted lips as he teases me like this for a long and delicious moment before, with a low grunt, he finally lets himself slip inside me, filling me to the very hilt with him, that long shaft of his actually fitting all the way inside me now, so much more naturally and easily, now that I’m growing a little more used to it ...
But we’re only able to enjoy ourselves for a few breathy seconds before the sound of the turning door handle freezes us both in place in that dim little cloak room, crushed against the far wall, his body pushed up against me, his cock driven deep inside me, still pulsing in time to his heartbeat as we remain frozen still, nestled in the shadows, as someone actuallyenters the room.
Oh my god ...
To silence me, he’s slipped his hand firmly over my mouth, but even so I feel as if the deafening pounding of my heartbeat will surely give us away. But the elderly gentleman who’s come to collect his jacket seems completely unaware of our presence, as I’m guessing he’s perhaps he had one too many glasses of the delicious Champagne that’s flowing in abundance in the main ballroom to notice that much of his surroundings ...
And soon enough the old man has found his jacket and left us alone in the room once more, and with a mixture of relief and disappointment, I felt Marcus withdraw himself, quickly buckling his pants back up as I too pull up my panties and then tug my dress down around my thighs once more, my heart still hammering, and my pussy still throbbing almost painfullyfor him.
“Later tonight,” he says quietly with a knowing smile and a wink. “Later tonight.”
And then he takes my arm and leads me once more back into the main ballroom, and as we weave through the many happy crowds, I smile to myself at the thought that nobody knows just what the hell we’ve had been doing a few moments ago.
In fact, the whole thing seems so unreal now – more like a fantasy – if it weren’t for the damn hot slickness I can feel in my panties as I walk, reminding me of what we’ve done – not to mention what I’ve got to lookforward toonce we get back to the house tonight ...
Just then, I hear a champagne flute being tapped with a fork, and the whole room falls silent.
An older man with salt and pepper hair and a kindly face comes up to the podium at the front of the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “I’d just like to welcome you all to this, the fourth annual Whitelaw fundraiser, to support St Mary’s Children’s Hospital. And now, a few words from our main benefactor, Marcus Whitelaw ...”
I shoot a glance at Marcus. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, giving my arm a comforting squeeze before striding up towards the podium.
And as he begins to speak, captivating the whole room with his words – words which seem so natural, so effortless, yet so elegant, too, so utterlyconfident– I feel a flush of pride, as I realize all over again that he’smy date.
I didn’t think I could fall any further for this man.
But as he’s speaking, I do – falling deeper than Ieverthought I could ...
Twenty-Six
Jennifer
“Take off your clothes,”he growls, the very second we’re finally alone in his bedroom after the ball.
With a flurry of delight, I quickly peel the figure-hugging little black dress from my tingling skin, pulling it up over my head, plunging me into darkness for a moment. I’m not wearing a bra, and I feel the cool air on my stiffening nipples as I drop the dress to the floor next to me, my skimpy thong panties and that dazzling diamond choker all that’s remaining on my skin now.
I step out of the panties, then make a motion to unclasp the choker too, but he quickly stops me.
“Leave that on.”
And I shiver again at the image I have of myself then, totally exposed with just that sparkling collar covering my slender neck, while he stands there before me, still fully clothed in his beautifully tailored jet-black suit.
“As soon as I saw it around your neck,” he explained quietly, “I’ve been imagining binding your wrists too.”
And with that he reaches down and plucks my damp silk panties from where they lay by my feet, effortlessly tearing them in two, until they’re nothing but two long pink silken strips, dangling from his hands.
“Give me your wrists,” he says sternly, and I do just as he instructs, offering out my slender writs, which he slowly but firmly binds together, tying them so tightly that I realize there will be no way I’ll be able to pull my hands free again without his help.
