Choosing Her Lover

“Why would anyone want to hurt Charlotte? She’s such a nice person, at least when people aren’t having a go at her.”

He smiles at that. “Ben wanted to hurt her, didn’t he, for reasons of his own? People can have odd motives, and Charlotte has enemies.”

“The kind of enemies that attack buildings and set them on fire? Are you going to tell me who they are?”

“Right now, no. Let’s see how this works out.” He rubs his temple, looking thoughtful again. “Kirstie, that boyfriend of yours; your Dom, Ryan, is it?”

“What about him?”

“Are you in the habit of telling him everything?”

I shuffle uncomfortably in my chair. “We hardly know each other.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.” He sits back in his seat, arms folded, his expression calculating. “You hardly know each other? It’s pretty apparent that you’re in love with him….”

Heat rises up my chest and neck. “Why would you say that?”

His voice pitying, “Michael was right. No woman smiles at a random stranger the way you did to Ryan the other night. So, I repeat my question. Do you tell him everything?”

“He’s never asked it of me. We met on a very casual basis and.…”

“Okay, I’m not asking for all the details of your private life. It’s none of my business. Let me put it another way. You haven’t known him long, but you trust him enough that he is your Dom? You’re wearing his collar. You have given him your Submission? Yes?” His voice is gentle, but his gaze penetrating.

I colour up even further, nodding silently.

He continues, “Suppose we’re six months down the line and you’re deeply involved with him. If he asked you, would you tell him everything?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, what kind of secrets are you asking me to keep?”

“I don’t know yet, Kirstie. I do need to know how much trust I can put in you, and therefore, in Ryan…. By the way, about Ryan, has he given you the company information he was going to send to me?”

“Yes, he has. I’ve already e-mailed it to you.”

He walks over to his desk, flipping up the lid of his laptop. He taps a few keys, scrolls then looks more closely, scrolling for a minute or two, then raising his eyebrows. “Looks good,” he comments. He chews his lip…. “Kirstie, I’d like you to contact Ryan and ask him if he would be free for lunch tomorrow. I would like to discuss, among other things, cooling systems.”

“I’ll do that, Sir.”

As I stand and turn for the door, “Ah… one more thing, Kirstie. When you come into work tomorrow, please make sure you are smartly dressed.”

I look down at my clothes. “You think I don’t dress smartly?”

“I think you do,” he says, “but tomorrow specifically, um…. let’s say that I’m asking you to be sure not to arrive in yesterday’s blouse if you take my meaning.”

I blush.

Again….

Oh…. God……

Snatching at my composure, “Is there something special happening tomorrow?”

you’ll be joining me, Ryan and Richard Haswell

?!?

you met the

are they

the image of Charlotte. He’s Tall, Dark and Dominant.” He winks at me. “You’ll

*****

My phone vibes.

go 2

wud luv 2

u up 7 pm from

c u then

time I went to a theatre?

plan what I

*****

six. Back at my apartment, a soak in a hot

sexy and easy

Mmmm….

variety of dresses up against

is a theatre; haunt

Demure then.

and the hemline low enough to show my knees and not much

open,” I yell, making last

gaze is admiring as he sees me. “Beautiful,” he whispers,

I alright

course you are. Why would you not

to going places like that. I

says. “You’ll

*****

and I quickly take off my cardigan, laying it across my lap. In the low light of the auditorium, very little can be seen against the dazzle of the stage

from mine, and under the cardigan, is making its way down, then up

“Open up.” he murmurs.

of faces is aimed squarely at

to do as you’re told?” he says, not

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Open up.”

my nerves, my pussy glows, growing loose and moist. His hand covered by my cardigan, Ryan’s fingers glide up and in, sliding inside my panties, weaving through warm, damp curls and

gratifyingly wet there. Good girl. That’s how

lips, skimming my clit. Struggling to keep my gasping silent, juddering as I struggle for self-control; in my

“I’d finger-fuck you, but I think the movement would

“Ryan….”

You’ll disturb the rest of the

to escape/embrace

still. How can I pleasure myself with you if

ratcheting up my arousal, while uncontrollably, the tension of imminent orgasm begins to pluck at

Oh, God……

God….” I realise I said it out loud. Staring down at my knees, “Ryan, you can’t do that

can,” he says, “and I will, whenever it suits me. I enjoy arousing you. But you’re not coming right now. We have a performance