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?”

and Richard Haswell for lunch.

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image of Charlotte. He’s Tall, Dark and

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Back at my apartment, a soak in a hot bath with lots

respectable, or sexy and easy

Mmmm….

hold a variety of dresses up

a theatre; haunt of the

Demure then.

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 shoes with kitten heels, and I

“It’s open,” I yell,

sees me. “Beautiful,” he whispers, as he

I alright for the

are. Why would

shuffle uncertainly. “I’m not used to going places like that. I wasn’t sure

wonderful.” he says. “You’ll probably be

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

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

“Open up.” he murmurs.

the sea of faces is aimed squarely at the

going to do as you’re told?” he says, not looking

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Open up.”

moist. His hand covered by my cardigan,

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

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

but I think the movement would show, so for now,

“Ryan….”

disturb the rest of

want to wriggle, to escape/embrace this ecstatic

can I pleasure myself with

finger, slick and slippery now with my hot juices, is joined by a thumb. The two knead and rub at my bud, ratcheting up my arousal, while uncontrollably, the tension of imminent orgasm begins to pluck at my nerves. My pelvis quivering, my whole body a-tremble, I hover

Oh, God……

loud. Staring down at my knees, “Ryan, you

you. But you’re not coming right now. We have a performance to watch. I’ll allow you to