Authors: H Ryder
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I ignore it this time.
Hope there's a kettle where we're going. I could use a cuppa right
now
.
A bit later in chapter six, Tuesday
:22ndoctober2013, after lunch
We come to a stop to what I am about to discover is a concealed back door, to what I’m guessing is our building, it's anonymous and grey, that’s about right. It's how I feel about myself, except with him.
Daniel gets his swipe card out and holds it to a wall light set at elbows height in the wall. Strange height for a light, I allow my mind to wander this time. I hear a rumble noise and the sound of an underground motor start up. Daniel lowers his head and kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth deliberately teasing me further, slowly and softly flicking my tongue with his and biting my lip. Suddenly the lower half of the wall and the adjoining part of the pavement crumble apart with a grinding noise and mechanically become the top part of a flight of stairs leading down into the dark. "Hurry," he says, looking around us, “we have eight seconds to clear the street and the doorway closes.” As we move down, the wall and pavement behind us 'heal' closed and I suspect from the outside it’ll be back to just a wall and pavement. "Your key will open that door too, only yours, James' and mine." Bloody hell.
Grabbing my arm again we descend the stairs, his breathing has become rapid, and my sexual arousal has morphed into an adventurous awakening. I have no idea where we're heading, but the stairs must lead at least three floors underground, and each step lights up as we tread on the preceding one, by tiny bulbs set into the steps, painted a rubbery black like the 'hall'. The fake daylight switches off in sequence behind us, and the door grinds together and clunks closed reassuringly loudly. A cool blast of fresh air meets us at last and a huge door sweeps into a huge room, closing itself as we pass a sensor on the wall. I am out of breath, my jeans are undone and my sex is throbbing. I am too warm under my parka from marching and wish now I hadn’t zipped in the extra lining.
The room is dark grey with black floor like my office, in the centre is a very large four poster, old, very old I judge to be Elizabethan, a museum piece. Daniel is standing at a tiny bar
moulded into the wall and I leave my parka where it falls on the floor where I stand, remove my boots and I walk over to him barefoot, he hands me another glass of the same red I guess as the aroma and tone are identical...how did that happen?
When I look closely I notice chains hanging over the bed, joined at the top part of the frame, with manacles on them lined in dark red velvet. Two at each end. I drink some more wine. Even my brain is lost for words, it’s a first.
From behind me Daniel reaches round my waist and slides his hand down inside my jeans, and once more his fingers find their mark. He is kissing my neck and my body all at once belongs to this moment and to this man. “I can feel you with my mouth.” He whispers into my ear, his warm breath felt all the way to my toes. He is working his will on me, his fingers playing me like a musical instrument, finding all the right notes in perfect order and in rhythm. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my back, imprisoned in denim, I plan to release it. Putting my glass down, close my eyes for a second to take a realisation of where I am.
My nerve endings are alight with Daniels cunning little movements, teasing my folds and mound to within a breath of climax and letting me fall back empty, again and again, it's driving me mad with my desire. He withdraws his hand slowly, deliberately, watching me. He licks his fingers and an unexplained beautiful pleasure shoots through me, “I can taste you on my fingers.” He breathes into my neck, making me shiver with anticipation. He removes my top, it took me ages to get on with all the straps and ties and Daniel had it off before I even knew what was happening.
Where there a will, there’s a way, right?
He pulls down the lace of my bra and pinches my nipple, quite hard, it takes my mind all its will to keep track of what’s going on. "You are covered in bruises." He says with a hint of concern kissing my purple collarbone, all down here, and his hand moves slowly all down my side from my shoulder, tracing the shapes of the now purplish marks down my body.
"It's OK, I fell", and kiss him again. I turn slowly and with his eyes never leaving mine I kiss him gently on the lips, his tongue dives into my mouth hard, wanting, I can feel how wound up he is, how hard. I can help him with that. I pop open his jeans and pull them under his arse, feeling the curves as I go. Very tight and firm, his body smells delicious. I bend to kiss his tummy just where the trail of hairs from below encircle his belly button and stop. He shuts his eyes and groans. Good, I think, I like him quiet. I pull the waistband of his pants down to meet his jeans and set free his mighty cock like a greyhound at the start gate.
He opens his eyes, and looks down at me, our gazes lock each other as my tongue gently flicks over the warm end of his magnificent penis. I take the end bulb into my mouth and suck gently, the tip of my tongue finds the little crater at the end and works its way in and out.
Daniel has tensed his body now, his fingers are fisting in my hair and his eyes blazing with arousal. I take more of the shaft into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, playing with my tongue as I had with his tongue when we kissed, and suck gently as I do. His fingers pull my hair, it hurts but I don’t care, perhaps I should have brushed it? In and out very slowly I suck harder and harder. His eyes are flaming and hot, a guttural moan escapes his lips and he pulls me up to meet his mouth and kisses my hard again whilst removing my jeans leaving me standing in just my underwear. Great first day I think.
“I want you
badly
baby” he clenches his teeth, “I can’t stop myself.” He is taking in my whole body to memory, he grabs me so my ear is close to his mouth, “I’m going to cum hard into you.” I shudder at the thought, not exactly romantic, but it does the trick. Daniel sucks my tongue over and over as he works my clit, "you're wet baby, I like that, ready for me, but I’m going to make you wait some more, like I’ve had to wait all day." Blimey, we could have
skipped lunch,
is all I’m saying.
I am now a wreck of raw nerve endings, soaking wet pussy and getting wobbly on my legs too. I kneel back down in front of him, kissing his body slowly all the way down as I go, using the mapped trail of tattoos as I head down. Moaning he holds my head in both hands and guides my mouth to his shaft. I take it deep into my throat, deeper than I ever had before, in and out I suck hard, working my tongue around the end, moving my fists too along his cock, close to his body. “
Aaaarrrgh...fuck!" he moans and as I move my mouth faster and faster, he cries out and an ejaculate of creamy warmth slides down my throat.
“You taste good.” I moan with a satisfied sound, “and I’ve just eaten.” I stand, he puts his fingers in my mouth to wet them and down, down they go to my pussy where I want them so badly right now, I can’t shut my eyes, they are watching him and he is watching me. Tortuously slowly he plunges his fingers in and
out of me hard, one finger then three, in and out again and again, slowly and building. My body is ready to explode, his thumb circles my clit and sends me into spasm, I can’t take any more I need a release. Tempted to finish myself but he drags me to the edge of the bed and lays me so my arse is just on the mattress. Grateful for some comfort, I relax into the black sheets, taking a fistful above my head for extra support. Kneeling in front of me his tongue finds its mark.
"Oh god, Daniel, I want this."
"I know baby, its coming, just wait." He licks and sucks at my sex expertly bringing me again to the brink and letting me fall away. His tongue flicking now over me, his hot breath warming me further, my nerves building into an even greater crescendo, up and up, faster and faster, until my body crashes around him and I am exhausted and satisfied, “you taste
good
baby.” Well that's fine, but I need tea, is there a kettle around?
Joining me on the bed, Daniel has managed to remove his jeans and socks when did that happen? I must have been thinking about other things I hum to myself with pleasure. His lean and muscular body is covered in ink. I could spend hours studying its intricacies and fine workmanship, but right now my sight is blurry with drunken satisfaction. I could stare at him all day and never see it all. He softly kisses my mouth, and his hand trails up my body. He turns me over and kisses my spine all the way up from my buttocks to my neck, then round to my ear, "I haven’t finished with you yet," he whispers. I like the sound of that, maybe tea can wait?
His hands are on my bottom massaging my buttocks, then the tops of my legs, he's getting hard again, and suddenly the sation I felt just now vanishes and my hunger returns. A renewed feeling of arousal fills my whole body and l gyrate my hips against his hand now beneath me and cupping my clit. "Aah, like that?" He whispers.
"Mm..." is all I can manage. I feel a steadying building of turbulence from an oncoming storm approaching.
He grabs my legs suddenly and flips me over onto my back, and pressing down above me I can feel his cock hard at my thigh, waiting to engage. His eyes are aflame again, and we are both glistening with sweat from before, his hands are placed each side of my head and as he looks into my eyes I am fixed there and can’t move. He gently gains access to me and my wetness bids him a very warm welcome indeed. Slowly, so very slowly, in and out, just the tip of his bulb then deep to the shaft end, keeping my senses guessing. His mouth moves to my breasts, sucking on my nipples softly at first and then harder until it almost hurts, but it’s an exquisite pain. It enhances the intensity of a wonderful building feeling beginning down there. I have never been fucked like this before, he knows exactly what he's doing.
In and out steady rhythm, harder now, harder and faster. My breathing is laboured, I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to, another new experience for me. Thrusting hard into me I can feel the end of his cock at the end of my body inside, a sweet, delightful, gentle pain. "I want you to cum baby, just for me." He's working harder and deeper, “
only
for me.” A steady rhythm now my body suddenly lets go, and all at once I’m a wash with an intense warm liquid feeling of orgasm crashing and breaking over me, drenching my nerves and a warm flow of ecstasy follows. Daniel cries out my name, and it's all over. He has emptied himself into me again, I feel wonderful and sated, satisfied, exhausted, filthy. Nice.
Now where's the bloody
tea
?
Happy in chapter six, Tuesday
:22ndoctober2013, my new boss
We lay together for what seems like ages, he reaches over and kisses my forehead. "Thank you for that." He giggles.
“You’re the boss” I add playfully. He raises his brow at me in amusement.
“Get used to it baby” he pats my behind. “We'd better get back upstairs and do some work,” and the spell is quickly broken.
Bloody phone, not now! It vibrates a hum over and over, it’s a rhythm I can’t ignore, that’s the genius of the thing. Turn off the ringer, and the bloody thing
hums with vibration.
Note to self,
get tech to disable the vibrate, so silent really means silent.
Another note to self, ignore the last note, stupid idea.
Further note, why do I keep leaving myself notes? Bloody hell,
answer
.
PF: “How’s it going, need a break yet?” Is she having me followed?
TC: “You’re spooky” true story.
PF: “I know,
do you
?” What does she want?
I watch Daniel get up, his beautiful back retreating from me, she has a point about arses too that girl.
TC: “Tell me, be quick” true story.
PF: “Henry’s single is gold already” that is good news.
TC: “He wrote that after a take away, it must have been some curry eh?” it was, as I recall, from Hatfield Peveril.
PF: “See you soon xx” bye.
I roll over to meet Daniels eyes as he has paused to watch me on my phone, and smiles.
"Did I pass my first task?" I was attempting to sound nonchalant and playful, certain it came out needy and childish.
"I’ve never quite had a working day like it Tharie,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “I think we're going to get along quite well." He winks at me and says "come, let’s have a quick shower." And he heads behind a hand painted silk Chinese screen and I can hear water running. Shocked by how I feel, I stand up on wobbly legs and followed him in. What hotels would call a 'well-appointed bathroom' is through another doorway behind the screen. A huge wet room, tiled floor to ceiling in brick shaped white tiles, with a massive wide chrome sprinkler head coming from the ceiling. The room is already filling with steam and my naked inked lover is washing himself in a lather I recognise the aroma, Daniel, everything smells of him.
GH half pirouette to the right, GM collected walk.