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?”

Ryan and Richard Haswell

?!?

Have you met the Haswells

are

of Charlotte. He’s Tall, Dark and Dominant.” He winks at

*****

My phone vibes.

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wud luv 2

up 7 pm from urs. theatre

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was the last time I

I plan what

*****

my apartment, a soak in a hot bath with lots of

and respectable, or sexy

Mmmm….

dresses up

a theatre; haunt of

Demure then.

the neckline cut high enough to protect the reputation of a dowager duchess, and the hemline low enough to show my knees and not much more. A tidy little cardigan and a string of pearls, slip on

yell, making last minute tweaks

he sees me. “Beautiful,”

alright for

you are. Why would you not

to going places like that. I wasn’t sure

he says. “You’ll probably be the best-looking woman

*****

light of the auditorium, very little can be seen against the dazzle of the stage lights and I

the cardigan, is making its way down, then up and inside my thigh. I glance sidelong at him, but he simply smiles, his fingers

“Open up.” he murmurs.

sea of faces is aimed squarely

told?” he says, not looking at me at all, his attention apparently

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Open up.”

loose and moist. His hand covered by my cardigan, Ryan’s

straight ahead, “Yes, gratifyingly wet there. Good girl. That’s how I

Struggling to keep my gasping silent, juddering as I struggle for self-control; in my peripheral vision, Ryan is suppressing a

voice is low but distinct. “I’d finger-fuck you, but I think the movement would show, so for now, I’ll settle for

“Ryan….”

the rest

to wriggle, to escape/embrace

still. How can I pleasure myself

thumb. The two knead and rub at my bud, ratcheting up my arousal, while uncontrollably, the tension of imminent orgasm

Oh, God……

I realise I said it out loud. Staring down at my knees,

But you’re not coming right now. We have a performance to