Authors: Kate Britton
She was in the Boardroom at 9:30 with four others for a staff meeting. Geoffrey dealt with the issues at hand and didn’t even give her any sort of a glance. She looked at his very capable hands as they passed out a memorandum, and she remembered what th
ose hands had done to her last night, and she began to feel very hot, very hot indeed. Rachel sat a minute in her seat to compose herself. Geoffrey was gathering his papers, and Jerome was making some notes. Jerome finally left. Geoffrey was ignoring her.
Rachel sighed and stood up and turned toward the door.
“Lock the door, Rachel,” Geoffrey commanded. Geoffrey was suddenly right behind her, and his hand went up the back of her skirt. Rachel stopped, her hand still on the lock. “Spread your legs a little, Rachel,” Geoffrey murmured into her ear, and as she did, his fingers eased inside her panties and plunged into her. She gasped and leaned back against him. He pulled his hand down out of her panties. He put his fingers to her lips and she sucked greedily. Geoffrey gazed down at her, amused. “Be in my office in ten minutes, you naughty little girl, without your panties. I told you, no panties in the office or at home…”
He unlocked the door and she slipped out. Straight to the ladies room, where she took her panties off, and splashed cold water on her flushed face.
Susie came in to the ladies. “Are you all right, Rachel? You look hot.”
“I
…I may have a bit of a cold, Susie, I do feel quite flushed.”
Rachel went back to her office and gathered a file. She went into Geoffrey’s office and shut the door behind her.
“Lock it, Rachel.” She turned the lock.
“Come here, Rachel.” She came over to him. He was sitting on his sofa. She walked over and stood uncertainly in front of him. He smiled up at
her. “Naughty girl, Rachel. Naughty. I will be punishing you when we go home tonight. For now, though, I think I just want to feel you a little…” He pushed her skirt right up to her waist and looked at her cunt. He licked her clit which was inches from his face, and bit it lightly…then, slowly, his fingers plunged into her, slowly, slowly in and out, deeper and harder. Her back arched and he smiled. The fingers thrust faster and harder and he stood up and with his other hand held her close to him and covered her mouth with his and his tongue filled her mouth as she climaxed, and collapsed against him. She was dazed. He gave her his fingers and she sucked them until she couldn’t taste herself any more.
He sat her in the chair opposite his desk and unlocked his door. “I think, since you are very hot, baby doll, that we will pretend I’ve given you hell about something…eh?
Just sit there until you’ve calmed down, Rachel.” He sat behind his desk.
Rachel nodded.
Pamela, Geoffrey’s P.A., who had been on an errand for Geoffrey, came in…”Geoffrey, oh, sorry, was I interrupting?”
Geoffrey looked at her. “No, I’m finished my talk with Rachel here. I’m sure she understands how upset I was with her and she won’t make the same mistake again, will you, Rachel?”
Rachel kept her eyes lowered. “No, Sir, I won’t.”
By the time Rachel got back to her office there was an email waiting for her.
“I like you calling me Sir. You will address me as such in public from now on, my little sex slave.”
Rachel smiled and hit ‘Reply’.
“Yes, Sir. Obviously you’ve been reading about BDSM, as I have.”
Geoffrey roared with laughter and sent another email.
“Reading about it? Slave, I wrote the manual. I’ll be taking you to my private club tonight after that boring dinner. Your little ass will be glowing by the time we leave.”
Rachel bit her lip. She didn’t know if Geoffrey was telling the truth or just teasing. She erred on the side of safety, and replied,
“Yes, Master.”
Later, in the canteen, Pamela stopped by the table Rachel was sitting at having tea with Suzie.
“Geoffrey looked quite disturbed at you, Rachel. You must have done something quite bad. I’ve never seen him looking ruffled before.”
Rachel blushed. “Well, Pamela, I hope you don’t again.”
Lunchtime came, and as he had instructed her, Rachel made her way down to the car park, where Geoffrey was waiting for her in his Mercedes.
He took her to a very exclusive boutique and gave some clipped instructions to the sales manager. An hour later they left the shop with four large bags filled with wonderful clothes.
Rachel looked at Geoffrey as they drove back to the office. “How do I thank you for all this?”
Geoffrey smiled down at her. “You move in with me, Rachel. I want to enjoy you for a little while. You won’t be able to tell anyone at work about us, because of my non-fraternization rule and I’ll be quite hard on you so that nobody suspects anything, but you’re filling a void in my life right now, and filling it very nicely.”
“What do I tell the girls at the flat? Rosie and Helen both work with us…”
Geoffrey thought for a minute. “Tell them you’re moving home to look after your mother. Do they know you haven’t seen your mother for four years?”
“I don’t talk about her at all.”
“So they don’t know she’s a drunk and a drug addict?”
Rachel’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know you knew that.”
“I know all about you Rachel. Well, you can tell them she’s had an operation and you’re staying with her for a few weeks. I’ll give you the money to cover the rent you have to pay them, baby.”
Rachel smiled. Even a few weeks with Geoffrey would be heaven. And she had a pretty good idea about the void she was filling. He must be missing Jennie very much, if Jerome was correct.
Rachel found that Geoffrey didn’t expect her to go back to work that afternoon. Instead, he took her to a very upscale, trendy hair salon and she had her hair cut and styled, and a manicure and pedicure, and a Brazilian wax…
She looked wonderful that evening when she put on the dinner dress he’d bought for her, and even though the dinner itself was quite, quite boring, sitting beside Geoffrey and later, dancing with him at the very exclusive club he took her to, made the evening one of the best she’d ever had. It was definitely not a BDSM Dungeon.
“Your emails were teasing me, weren’t they, Sir?” she asked on the way home.
“I was teasing you, pet. But if you’re curious…”
Rachel blushed. “Uh, a little…”
Geoffrey smiled. “Well, we’ll just have to see what the future holds, when I trust you a little more, won’t we?”
It was nearly midnight when they got back to Geoffrey’s home. His housekeeper had unpacked all of Rachel’s new clothes and they were hanging beside his in the dressing room off his huge master bedroom.
“Geoffrey?”
“Yes, Rachel?”
“I was really quite naughty tonight, you know?”
“You were?”
“I was, Geoffrey. I yawned twice while the after dinner speaker droned on and on and on.”
“Twice? That is naughty, Rachel. What do you think I should do about that?” A smile was twitching at Geoffrey’s lips.
“I think the only thing you can do is spank me, Geoffrey. Spank me so that I don’t do it again.”
The smile took possession of Geoffrey’s face. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. “Come here, Rachel. Put your new silk nightgown on and then come here and stand in front of me.”
Her bottom was a lovely glowing red by the time Geoffrey had finished, and then they made love. Rachel knew in
her
mind it was more than fucking, it was making love.
She saw Helen and Rosie in the canteen the next morning.
“Where have you been the last couple of days?” asked Rosie.
“My mother’s. Her neighbour called me. She’s had an operation and needs me to stay with her for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that,” said Helen. “Is she doing well?”
“Oh, yes, but she’s not very mobile so I have to be there every night for a while.”
“Does that mean you’ll miss our party Saturday night? Bill was asking if you’d be there.”
Rachel smiled. Bill was not on her list of attractive men. Come to think of it, only Geoffrey was on her list of attractive men. Aloud she said, “Sorry, I won’t be there.”
“I hear you got hell from the Editor-In-Chief the other day,” probed Rosie.
“I did. I had better watch my step right now. So I’ll just leave you two here and take my tea back to my desk. Don’t want to lose my job…”
They hadn’t even noticed her new haircut.
Two days later Geoffrey told her to give notice to her flat mates and tell them she was moving nearer to her mother. “You please me, Rachel,” he told her.
Rachel was over the moon. He helped her to move one morning when the other girls were at work and she was supposedly out interviewing someone. They were extremely discreet at the Magazine, to the point of coolness between them.
Saturday dawned, and
Mick and Jennie left the Bellagio and flew to Mexico very early in the morning in a jet he had chartered.
Two hours later, the wire services picked up the story of their wedding
from the “
Women of Britain
” Magazine and everyone was looking for them.
But they were on their way to Puerto Vallarta, and not Mexico City, where they were expected. Monday, they flew into Mexico City and by then the Studio had organized things, and there was a press conference.
Deana and Charles were besieged when the Studio revealed they had been the witnesses.
The Studio H
ead was delighted. You could not buy this kind of coverage at any price. Every TV show sent reporters down to interview Mick and Jennie. Every magazine, and every tabloid in the US and Britain wanted pictures and interviews.
He remarked to
Mick’s ex-wife Denise that she had divorced the top male star in the world…which did not do much for their relationship.
FIFTEEN
Filming started. The nude scenes with
Deana were shot twice, once with Mick and Deana, and the second time, secretly, with Mick and Jennie. Charles and the editor worked late every night, and came up with more than acceptable footage. Charles was only sorry he couldn’t use just the footage with Jennie, that he had to splice Deana into the footage.
Hot, hot footage.
Jennie learned the lines for her role as
Sarah
, the woman who would become
Mrs. Steed
. She met her stylist, Sylvia, who had chosen her lovely wedding gown. They became friendly.
The shooting
of the other scenes in the film, the ones she wasn’t in, took longer than scheduled. Shooting always took longer than scheduled, Jennie learned. The time in Mexico, scheduled for three weeks, stretched to five.
Charles was on edge. They
’d signed Jennie without a screen test and he had no idea if the cameras would love her or not when she was acting, whether she would come over stiff as a board. He had to do a screen test. He had to see how easy or difficult it was going to be, having her in the film.
Charles came to her one day when Mick was shooting an action sequence with one of his assistant directors. He took her to an empty sound stage.
He had her run through one of her scenes, not a nude scene, with a stand-in for Mick’s part.
She could make Mick look so hot, hotter than he’d ever looked in any film, and when she was shooting those scenes,
being the body double for Deana, she looked great on the screen. But Charles didn’t know how that would translate when she had to hold the audience on her own. He didn’t know if the cameras would love her out of Mick’s bed, with her clothes on. He didn’t know if she could really act and make the audience believe in
Sarah.