Quarry Ch. 5

Quarry Ch. 5

Authors note:

This chapter sets the scene then picks up fast. I like it because it has a real sting in the tail (literally). Real life doesn't always happen immediately and some things are worth waiting for. I think the chapter ending is one of those.

The central theme continues to be a cuckold and his hotwife.

I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

The taxi pulled up outside the restaurant just before eight. There was no door opening but at least the fare was paid this time. I got out self consciously onto a street busy with weekend partying.

The restaurant was French. From the outside with its smoked glass and climbing plants. the downlights and the hidden ones it looked expensive. It was. When I had been sent the details about the night, or as Miller had referred to it, the briefing document, we had looked it up. Neither of us had ever heard of it. We might have actually walked past it and admired the front but that would have been all we did. It was not in our price range and therefore not in our conscience. Miller had looked up the menu and shown me. It was the kind of place that didn't have decimal places on the prices but when I first looked at it I thought that had been a print error.

"They forgot to put a decimal point here," I told him, "and they have missed a zero off. What kind of place is this?"

We both looked until it dawned on us that there hadn't been an error. I wasn't looking at a bottle of wine for twelve pounds but one for one hundred and twenty. The prices were correct to the whole pound.

I was greeted at a door that opened as I approached. Not automatically but held by a young man, smiling and rather handsome, in a grey suit and waistcoat. Beyond him the Maître d, similarly dressed also smiled at my arrival. He seemed to be deferential toward me which I took to be a good sign. Perhaps the dress would be noticed after all.

"Your reservation Madame," he asked in what I was pleasantly surprised to hear was a genuine French accent.

He was not asking if I had a reservation. Rather it was clear that a reservation was required at this point. People didn't turn up here in blind hope. I hesitated. I had been told what name the reservation was under. It had been on the instructions that Miller had been so worked up about.

"Mrs Fletcher," I told him.

He gave a curt nod.

"Please follow me Madame."

When I had shown my husband the messages about the night that Jamie had arranged for us I could see him becoming more agitated as he read. Most of it was common sense stuff. 'The table is booked for eight', 'You arrange the taxi. I will contact them and pay', 'There will be no mention of payment. This is my treat'. That sort of thing. It was other instructions that prickled him and his jealousy.

'Phone on silent from 8pm -- say there is no coverage. I want your full attention', 'Formal dress code but think sexy', 'The table is booked under Mr and Mrs Fletcher. You are my wife for the evening'.

And then the bit that Miller obsessed over. The bit he hated to see and hear and also kept asking about. 'There is a double room booked for Mr Fletcher. Attendance of Mrs Fletcher is discretionary but sincerely desired'. It was clearly Jamie's idea of a risqué joke but it sent Miller into a loop.

As I followed the Maître d. I couldn't hide my smile thinking about Millers reaction to the room booking. He was part puppy and part rabid dog about it. Mostly puppy.

And then the restaurant floor opened up. I forgot about my husband for a moment and caught my breath.

The interior was as beautiful as the front had been. It was moody, with the same lighting as the outside and foliage that took up space most restaurants would plonk a table in. It created a sense of privacy. The colour pallet was dark browns, pastels and glass. Well dressed waiters moved quickly and efficiently between tables. The diners were also well dressed, well heeled and as far as I could tell all incredibly attractive.

The Maître d politely glanced back to me as we moved across the plush carpet. He seemed to be able to choreograph his movements and mine with the waiting staff so that nobody stopped or slowed.

Then I saw Jamie, initially seated and at a table close to the back of the room. In another restaurant the location would have been in the cheap seats but at this one, where being seen but not seen appeared to be 'haut monde', was probably very hard to obtain.

It was a pity that I couldn't flirt textually with Miller tonight. He would have loved to know that Jamie had probably pulled strings to get the reservation and then bribed people to get the table.

Jamie was dressed in a suit that fitted surprisingly well to his large frame but also looked expensive, even tailored. He wore no jacket but as his eyes found mine and he stood I saw that he wore black trousers, a white shirt under a matching waist coat, gold cufflinks and a black tie. It all suited him. He looked relaxed, affluent even, also handsome. I couldn't help but like what I saw.

After a brief glance I looked away with what I hoped was modesty. I think that I saw him smile.

The Maître d moved a high backed chair and I sat as he replaced it. Jamie then sat opposite me and smiled again. He seemed like he wanted to speak but the Maître d had moved along side us and waited patiently for eye contact. Jamie seemed reluctant to look away from me but after a lingering moment that had the hairs standing on my arms he turned away.

"Shall I order service immediately Sir?" The Maître d asked.

"Wine first," Jamie replied confidently, "and then service when you are ready."

The Maître d nodded. "Of course Sir," he said and walked off.

Knowing there might be a slight awkwardness at the start of this meal I was just about to ask what was on the menu, or where the menu was because I couldn't see it on the table, when Jamie spoke first.

"You look stunning Lauren."

I blushed. I had expected a compliment but it still caught me off guard a little. Perhaps it was the intensity with which he said it.

"When I saw you coming over I couldn't believe how beautiful you looked. That dress looks incredible on you."

"Thank you," I replied, glowing. "Perhaps then I should say how handsome you look in a suit."

We smiled at each other and I felt comfortable. I would still have liked to be able to contact my husband but that was only for a safety net. I had my phone. It was just not going to distract me.

"This place is amazing," I said.

"It's quite exclusive," he replied. "Its hard to get a table but I know someone. Still it's not a regular thing. Special occasions only."

"Is dinner with me a special occasion?" I asked, not fishing for a complement as much as drawing attention to one.

"With you, looking like that," He gazed down, lingered a little on my cleavage before his eyes returned to mine. "Very special."

I bit my lip. "Your terrible Jamie. Smooth I grant you, but incorrigible. I am and will remain married."

"I haven't forgotten Mrs Fletcher."

"You have just made my point."

A waiter came with a wine chiller that she placed by the table. After her the Maître d uncorked a bottle of white wine and, holding it by the base, waited for Jamie. I noticed that he deferred to Jamie as he had to me at the entrance. I felt a little disappointed that I wasn't special. It was silly I know and I had to remind myself the night, the fine dining, wasn't all about me.

Then Jamie nodded toward me and the Maître d poured a small amount into my glass. I was instantly reminded that to Jamie the night was all about me. I tasted it. It was actually very nice despite me not being a wine drinker. It was woody and sharp. The glasses were then filled modestly.

"Service now Sir?" he asked Jamie, who nodded.

"Please."

I was confused and it might have shown on my face because Jamie smiled.

"The wine is a chardonnay. It was paired by the sommelier before you arrived. It will compliment the food."

"But we haven't ordered," I reminded him and also beginning to suspect the reason.

"I've ordered for us both. With Lucien, before you arrived."

I wanted to be annoyed with him for doing that. In almost any other circumstances it would have been an issue. With Jamie it was different. I wasn't as surprised by him ordering for me than I might have been. I felt controlled, no, looked after. Perhaps both, but whatever the name was for the way he managed me I quite liked it.

"Lucien, The Maître d?" I guessed, "The one who keeps calling you Sir?"

Jamie nodded. "I like being called 'Sir'," he said and looked pointedly at me.

"I'll suppose I will have to remember that will I?" I replied, then wished I hadn't. I blushed again at the thoughts invading my head and wriggling between my legs. Jamie just smirked.

The meal was incredible. Each course was introduced and described. The waiting staff fussed over us just enough and then left. I couldn't name the dishes but neither could I fault them. They were numerous but small and when we had finished I felt satisfied but not full. Jamie and I talked through the meal casually, as a married couple might do, and the whole experience was very enjoyable. For most of the time I forgot, or at least avoided thinking about the reason we were there. I enjoyed it for what it was. A very memorable dining experience with a very confident and charismatic man.

I did spare a moments thought during the meal to something that Jamie mentioned about coming to the restaurant. When he had said it wasn't a regular thing and only for 'special occasions'. His wife had never mentioned this place to my knowledge. I might have remembered if she had. So who had he brought? It wasn't a work colleague type of meal. Most tables were set for two, occasionally four guests. This was a private restaurant for couples. Then I put the thought to one side. I felt special. I felt desired and away from the daily life that I loved but which had out of necessity become a routine. The dressing up, the amazing surroundings, the man in front of me who I could now admit I found attractive. If this was the way that he seduced, persuaded married women to relinquish the commitment they had made, then he was good at it. I could see how it would work because my tummy had churned as I realised it was working on me.

I felt almost sorry to leave the restaurant. A little nervous too about the decision I had to make and the collateral of at least one of those choices. Then Jamie suggested a walk and we found ourselves by the river on a path used by those wanting to enjoy the city but not the noise and bustle.

"I have to say, you look good in a suit." I told him as we walked. "Sophisticated."

He had his jacket on now with the tie loosened very slightly. I no longer saw the flaws that we all have. They were smudged out by my interest in him.

"Well I may have made an impression Lauren but that is nothing compared to the one you have made." His gaze swept up and down as he took me in and smiled. "Is the dress new? It looks similar to the one you wore when we were out the time before last. Similar, but even more attractive. Or is that just you?"

I noted that he didn't mention Miller, who we had been out with on that occasion, but chose not to comment on it.

"You do impress me with your recall of the clothing I have worn in the past. Its borderline creepy but very attentive." I told him. "Is the ability specific to me or is it a talent that you have generally?"

He shrugged before he spoke. "I only remember details like that when they make a particularly lasting impression on me. It isn't a special talent that I have. It is one that you do."

"Oh, you are smooth Mr Fletcher. I will have to keep my eye on you."

He laughed then casually took my hand. I gave him a raise of an eye but let him.

"A different night from the last one we had," he said.

"Very." It was my turn to laugh, and then blush once again. The two nights were polar opposites and it took a moment to recognise that we were the same people in the same city. "I like this one more," I told him.

"You didn't like the last one?" he said with a twinkle in his eye that made me smile as much as blush.

"I wouldn't say that. Only this one is very different. I have behaved myself this time for one." Before he could start a discussion about me misbehaving I added. "The meal was fantastic. Thank you. And that restaurant."

"Nice isn't it."

"Amazing," I said genuinely enthusiastic.

"Yes, amazing," he said and I knew he was using the word more about me. It made my pulse race a little. He stopped and turned to me. We were alone and the path was lit periodically. It wasn't very well lit where we were stood. His hands moved to my hips and he pulled me gently to him. We kissed and it kind of took my breath away. Then we kept on kissing. Just kissing. His hands remained on my hips and mine on his waist. I opened my mouth to let him know I liked it. I could taste him, smell his cologne, feel the heat of his body against mine as I looked up with my eyes closed. Kissing him and enjoying it. It was turning me on, putting me at ease and making me want more all at the same time.

When it stopped we remained close. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled in a way that made me bite my bottom lip. It was intense and possessive.

"You suggested one night was a possibility Lauren," he whispered. "I couldn't stand it if you left now. Please, come to the hotel, even if it is just for a drink."

"Coffee?" I asked teasingly and smiled. "Like you offered me last time?"

I could still feel him against me and had to resist the temptation to hold him like we had in the queue that night. He smiled, perhaps sharing the same thoughts

"Champagne this time," he said. I smiled and nodded approvingly.

"Have I been promoted to better perks?"

"You have always been top tier," he said, "Only on this occasion I had time to prepare. It will be chilling in the room now. Will you join me for a glass?"

No mention of anything but champagne even though we both knew the possibilities arising from it.

I nodded. "A glass of champagne then. But that's all Mr Fletcher. I know your reputation." My heart skipped and my tummy fluttered as I teased him.

"I should feel offended," he replied in the same sarcastic tone I had taken. "But, a glass of champagne together Mrs Fletcher. Husband and wife."

I rolled my eyes and then Jamie kissed me again. It was only for a second or two but felt meaningful, at least to me. Then he turned me and slipping an arm casually around my waist he held me close as we walked on.

"That was very naughty of you Jamie. The name the table was booked under."

"Simple expediency Lauren," he said. "No ulterior motive."

I tried to bump his hip with mine but only got his thigh. He got the point. "I suppose the hotel booking was done with the same expediency in mind?"

"Naturally." he confirmed. There was a pause and then he said. "But I mean what I say. If you choose to you can leave after the champagne. I want your company more than anything and can't pretend I won't be disappointed. I have had an amazing night. You are great company and," he looked at me with a wry smile, "have I mentioned stunning?"

"I think so," I said resuming the playful sarcasm.

"I don't want it to end. Not yet. Not when it has been so perfect. I know that you have complications that I don't. I know that even one night would be significant for you and it is easy for me to say but I haven't felt like this about anyone for a long time. I just wanted you to know that before you make any decision."

His tone was sincere. I might have been taken in. It wouldn't have been the first time I had believed a man who would then renege on all promises made soon after getting what he wanted. If he was another man like that, and lets face it his primary motivation was getting me into bed, then he hid it well.

"Are you trying to seduce a married women Jamie Fletcher?"

"That depends," he said. "If it is working then yes. If it isn't then I am just being complimentary."

"I'll take it as a yes then."

He looked at me and smiled again. Then his hand left my waist and he delivered a sharp smack to my bum. It didn't hurt but it made me jump and giggle.

"Oww," I squealed. "Stop it. Someone will see." I was laughing as I said it though.

"Best get you back to our hotel room then," he said with a cheeky grin and his hand back around my waist holding me to him. I felt those persistent butterflies once again.

'Witchcraft', I thought to myself.

I don't recall the detail of the walk to the hotel or the interior. I remember that it was as nice as the restaurant had been. It was close by as well so the walk hadn't been long. Again I wondered if this was Jamie's practised seduction technique. Say all the nice things sincerely and then have the hotel close before she can change her mind.

I doubted that I was going to change my mind now and that thought was terrifying as well as provocative. I was beginning to get wet. I could feel my pussy responding to the situation and recognised that I was in fact being seduced. I liked it. It was wholly inappropriate given that I was married but there it was. I liked it.

The lift was empty and when Jamie pulled me to him and kissed me I responded with a giggle. For the first time his hands moved down and he gently stroked the swell of my bum through the dress. I was reminded of him recalling the dress being a different one. Had he noticed because it was shorter and he could see more of my legs? The legs that I knew he liked so much. If he hadn't then he might now given where his hands were. Then I wondered if he could feel the underwear I had on under this one. Chosen by Miller, but not for himself. Chosen by Miller for Jamie's pleasure, and as a result as risqué as it gets short of not wearing any at all. His hands felt good. The kissing even better. I felt the bulge in his pants for the first time and a surge of anticipation washed over me as I thought about what I had felt the last time. I now had butterflies as well as distinctly wet underwear.

The room was a small suite complete with bureau, a seating area, mini bar and of course a king size double bed that got the butterflies off the ground again. The spread was burgundy and the chairs had complimenting cushions. A large window at the far end looked over the river where we had walked from. Beside the bureau, as promised, was a bottle of champagne chilling with two glasses. The lighting was from a standing lamp and a bedside one. It was low and indulgent. Clearly set by either Jamie or someone he had instructed before he left for the restaurant. Another chip at a wavering wife's resilience by a practiced rake.

Jamie nodded to the wine and I nodded in return. No words required. I had agreed to that part at least.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

Jamie frowned playfully. "Of course. No need to ask. This is our room after all."

I rolled my eyes but smiled back and found the bathroom as he poured.

It was just as spacious as the bedroom with both bath and walk in shower. I peed, though I wasn't sure I needed to, and then wiped thoroughly. I was doing all this for obvious reasons but it was mostly pointless as by the time I had straightened my dress I was wet again. Clean though, just in case. I looked in the mirror and was pleased that there was no food between my teeth, my hair was still tidy and lipstick not smudged from kissing. I re-applied it and spritzed my perfume. As an afterthought, or perhaps forethought, I lifted the dress to check how I looked there too. The sight sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Black stockings held up by a frilled suspender belt. Four straps. Two at the front and two at the rear. They framed the semi sheer front of a G-string that had an embroidered flower design below the hem and a small diamante heart on it. I couldn't see the back but there was pretty much nothing there. The string had disappeared between my bum when I had put them on. I doubted that it was wide enough to cover anything at all in any case. The thought of Jamie looking back there had me biting my bottom lip again. I looked good and there was only one reason that I did. One reason why I was here and it wasn't to quaff champagne.

Back out, dress firmly back in place, Jamie had shed his tie and jacket. I took the glass of champagne offered to me and sipped. It was dry like the wine and although probably costing a small fortune unlike the wine it wasn't to my taste. Jamie must have seen it in my expression. He drank some of his and then taking mine from my hand he placed both glasses on the bureau. Of course I knew what this was leading up to. The anticipation as I waited made my fingers tremble. It was so frighteningly real that my breathing hitched.

Jamie placed his hands on my hips and pulled me against him. He was massive up close and it frightened me now more than ever. He could do anything to me. That realisation brought back fantasies I'd had of being submissive with him. In almost all of them I was submissive to him. Keeping him happy with my compliance to whatever he wanted and whatever he did to me. I felt my breathing quicken as I kept my eyes on his chest which was almost touching my lips.

"You wouldn't believe how many times I have thought about this Lauren," he whispered into my hair. "It's like a dream. All I need you to do is to stay and make the dream reality."

My heart was racing. I didn't trust myself to speak coherent words. I felt like I was trembling against him. This was the line in the sand that could only be crossed once. There was no way to turn back. I would still be married. I would still have Miller but I would also have a lover. It might only be for tonight, which is what I kept telling myself, but having sex with a man is a relationship. It becomes part of your sexual history. Something that shouldn't change after marriage. It is something that only happens a handful of times in your life. This decision would change the foundation on which Miller said he would spend the rest of his life with me. It would change the person he married into someone he may not have. I knew this was big and I felt the pressure as a tightening around my chest. But this was what my husband wanted. It was definitely what Jamie wanted. Clingy knickers, a tummy that kept flipping and an increasing desire to have sex with this man suggested it was what I wanted too.

"I'll stay," I said, barely audible.

His hands stroked up from my waist and took my face between them. He tilted me up to look at him. His eyes held mine and I couldn't breathe.

"If it is only to be one night Lauren then forgive me, but I won't waste this opportunity."

He kissed me. I opened my mouth and his tongue explored me. I groaned and he responded with his own. My legs felt weak. My whole body felt weak and I was so turned on that my skin tingled.

Then he broke away from the kiss but kept me close to him.

"Do you remember the night we got the taxi?"

"It might recall something yes."

"I was disappointed in you, that you declined coffee."

I frowned, wondered where this was going but still wanted to play. The chemistry had changed. It felt more assertive and that made me nervous.

"But I know what your coffee, and your champagne for that matter, really mean."

"You had known all night and yet you thought about coming in. I know you did."

"Maybe," I admitted.

"So when you didn't come in, after all the promise. The way you responded all night, in the taxi.." he let the sentence hang. I fell into the trap and recalled the moment in my mind. My cheeks reddened. "knowing that you liked it and you really wanted to come in. I realised what you had been doing"

"I liked it, but..."

"But you said no," he cut me off but gently. "You wanted to. Your body responded in a way that is impossible to deny, and you still said no."

I felt his breath on my neck. He inhaled and then lips touched my neck briefly. A shiver ran down my spine.

"I know," I said defensively though couldn't find a reason why I should be defending myself. "But, I couldn't. I'm married."

I didn't know if what I had said was a statement or a confession. It felt like both.

"You could have Lauren. You are here now." He said it so confidently. So simple to hear but much more complicated than he knew. I didn't argue.

"Perhaps.."

"But you didn't."

I shook my head as if I had been told off. But why did I like this? Why did I like the way he was talking to me? Being told off by him?

He put his mouth to my ear and when he spoke the vibration from his voice ran down my neck. "You were cock teasing Lauren."

I didn't know what to say. That wasn't the way I would have described it. He was chasing me and I was telling him repeatedly that I was married. But what would he do if I admitted that I was? What would he do to a cock teasing wife?

"So?" I said petulantly. Saying it to him made me tense and excited. Defying someone you know has authority over you. The ability to make you behave.

"So, you are going over my knee for it."

My thighs pulled together as his words filtered through.

"You wouldn't dare."

He turned his head and looked at me, into my eyes. A hand had gripped the back of my head and hair was starting to loosen out of the pins that had kept it so perfect until now.

"Wouldn't I?" He said, the tone in his voice guttural. "Don't worry. You aren't the first young lady to go over my knee, married or not."

"Your going to spank me?" I felt awkwardly aroused by voicing his threat.

He nodded. "Have you ever been put over a man's knee before?"

"No one ever dared," I said as if I had some agency here. It was true though, the spanking bit that is.

"Dared?" He said firmly questioning my use of the word. His head tilted to the side.

I shook my head. I was trembling and I knew that he could feel it. I wasn't scared, well not much, but emotions of arousal and longing and subjugation kept crashing into me.

"But you have thought about it?"

I blushed and seeing that he was correct produced a smirk. That turned me on as much as it irritated me.

"Well then. This is going to be enjoyable."

He said it like the matter was concluded. The fact that to him my consent was arbitrary and not a requirement turned that irritation into arousal. My one insolent moment had ended with a puddle of desire in my knickers.

"Who do you think you are?" I said. It was an act. I wanted him to be this way. I liked it. In any case he made no reply. With a hand still in my hair the other inched over my hip and onto my bum. He gripped it through the dress in his large hand. His mouth was next to mine.

"You need to learn not to tease me," he scolded. "You need to apologise."

I looked into his eyes and saw his confidence. There was a determination to get what he wanted that I had seen before and had responded to before. I sneered, trying to goad him because I wanted him to make me do this. He kissed me and the sneer became an open and accepting mouth for his tongue. My pussy ached as adrenaline pulsed through my veins. I had rarely felt like this before. I had never felt like this before. The thought of having to apologise to him for denying him sex was off the scale in submissive terms.

It was witchcraft after all. There could be no other explanation. No doubt now. I was being pulled from one intense feeling to another. I wanted to please him, to defy him. I wanted to push him away and to submit to him. When I felt irritation it was quickly followed by lust. I liked to be told off by him. Told what to do. These were surely the ingredients of a potion. What the potion might threaten was pushed from my mind. The pleasure I was feeling was too important. The potion was taking effect.

He kissed me again, firmer now. I felt his erection pressed between us. Its size seemed to cover the length of my tummy. It scared and excited me. Jamie broke off and I was led to the bed gently by the upper arm. No longer a holding hands relationship. As he sat my tummy flipped. This was something I had never experienced. Not with Miller, not with anyone. Not until now. My pussy ached.

I didn't have the confidence to look at him but I was very aware he didn't have any problem looking directly at me. I was manoeuvred to the side of his leg and then pulled by the arm until I had to bend over at the waist. He lowered me down across his knee and my view was now the hotel carpet and his patent leather shoes. I could once again feel his erection. It was still pressed against my tummy but my weight made it that much more obvious. I began to pant. His view was now my bum covered by the bottom of the dress, the suspenders and that tiny slither of a G-string. I felt the hem of the dress being inched up one side and then the other. When it began to snag I pushed down on the floor and raised myself off his knees so that he could pull it entirely up until it bunched on my lower back. I heard him breathe in and then exhale deeply. A hand caressed my bum, the suspender straps and the G-string where it disappeared between my buttocks.

"So beautiful," he said softly, almost to himself. His other hand was on the upper part of my back. He held me there but it was gentle and if I were honest quite unnecessary. I was where I wanted to be.

"Are you a cock teaser?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

I wriggled on his lap. I was desperate to be touched and that heightened the arousal and the moment. My eyes closed and I tried to get some relief by rubbing my thighs together. I felt a hand pick the hem of the G-string and pull it away and down. I inhaled sharply as it came away from between my bum and my pussy. It was stopped at the top of my legs by the suspenders but I knew that what little it had covered was now on display. The thought thrilled me.

The first slap was sharp and loud but not as painful as I had anticipated. I felt my bum shudder under the blow and then a sliver of pain radiated from where he had struck. Then there was a second and that pain went up a notch. Wide eyed I waited apprehensively for the next. It was delivered with the same force and precision. This one made me wince. The spanks across my bottom began to accumulate. Again and again and again. The pain began to build until somewhere near the middle I let out an involuntary wail. His hand stopped and began to rub the hot skin of my round buttocks. One and then the other. Now I felt pleasure. My pussy ached and cramped from the arousal mixing with pain. It ached from being spanked. Then without warning another slap across my bum causing me to jump and mewl in pain. I pushed my hips into his thigh in search of friction to ease the frustration between my legs. I got none. I couldn't think let alone count but the smacks kept coming and pain now flared with each one. The slaps made my bum quiver. I winced and wriggled and whined but I didn't complain and I didn't ask him to stop. The submission needed the pain and fuelled the pleasure. I liked it. Then the blows suddenly stopped. There was silence apart from my winded breathing caused by the stinging that lingered across my bum.

His hand soothed and stroked me again. I let him. I wanted the touch so much it was impossible not to try and find his hand by pushing back towards it.

"What do you have to say Lauren?"

My eyes closed as I heard the request. The signal to display my submission to him. It flared arousal between my legs. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm sorry for teasing. I should have had coffee. I should have let you fuck me after the cock teasing."

I rolled my hips as his fingers stroked down my outer thigh and back up the inside sending flashes of arousal into my sex.

"Now what do you want Lauren?"

His fingers were so close to my pussy. So close to easing the terrible need I felt there.

"What do you want?"

"Sex," I told him. "I want sex."

"Who with?"

I rubbed myself against his leg but could get little in the way of satisfaction.

"Who with?"

"You," I said trying not to sound as depraved as I felt.

"Then ask Lauren. Ask me to give you what you want."

"Ask or beg?" The words came out without thought, fittingly spoken to his shoes. It was what I wanted him to make me do.

The very tips of his fingers began tracing up and down the back of my thighs. They left heated trails of lust in their wake that made me squirm on his lap.

"Beg. I want to hear you beg for what you want."

The fingers pressed gently between my legs and one stroked across my pussy so delicately that it barely touched. It still sent a thrilling, toe curling charge of arousal through me. I could feel the slick wet from me that made his finger glide over the sensitive folds. I moaned and pushed my bum back to get more of it. He wouldn't allow me anything like the satisfaction I craved and it drove me insane.

"Please," I begged. I needed to be touched and have some part of him inside me.

"Then tell me Lauren. Tell me exactly what you want from me."

My hips still sought his hand. I felt the slightest touch between my swollen labia and they parted. Slick cum trickled out onto his fingers. I needed to get relief and couldn't wait any longer, whatever the grovelling required.

"I want you to fuck me so much. I want to have your cock in me and to feel it stretch my cunt. I need you on me and in me and up me so much it hurts. Please fuck me, please Jamie. I'm desperate."

His fingers pushed easily into me and I cried out in pleasure. The satisfaction was so intense that it hurt. Tendrils of it reached the soles of my feet and up to the nape of my neck. I pushed back on it and groaned. His fingers slipped in and out of me causing my hips to move with them. My head tilted up and my breathing laboured against the lust. I whimpered in ecstasy. I could hear his fingers moving across my labia and into my cunt.

And then it stopped and I whined instantly and loudly at the loss of the satisfaction.

He slid me off his lap and turned me to face him on my knees. I wanted to be back over his knee being fingered. I wanted that feeling back desperately.

Then I looked at the bulge in his pants before up at him. The position wasn't lost on either of us as he watched me.

"If I suck it will you promise to fuck me soon?" I asked, my voice earnest.

"You will suck it if you are told to Lauren."

"What if I suck it like a slut?"

"Perhaps, if you behave like a slut in your underwear."

I looked up at him. I wanted to please him more than I thought possible. It was like a desire that I couldn't slake.

"You want everything off?"

"Everything except the suspenders."

I stood unsteadily. The dress was still up around my waist and the tiny G-string pulled down. My pussy was exposed. The small patch of pubic hair and swollen pubis. I watched him drinking the sight of me standing with my knickers pulled partially down. Greedy eyes deciding what he was going to make me do.

I dropped the shoulder straps of the dress and pulled it down, exposing my breasts to him. Those eyes moved over them. Then I shimmied as I pushed it down and into a small pool at my heels before kicking it aside. His eyes continually roamed over my skin, the swell of each breast, my navel and the suspender belt below it. They roamed my thighs and then between them again. I could see him bristle with arousal. Despite his calm exterior he was struggling to control it. It felt visceral and pent up. All directed at me and my increasingly naked body. Such a huge man and so excited by my nudity. It felt dangerous. I felt vulnerable near his brooding need for sex with me.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

He looked up and then slowly down my body.

"You like it don't you?"

"Yes. I like it. Take your panties off Lauren." His voice was firm and direct.

I unclipped each suspender. Once loose I watched his face as I pushed the G-string down and off. As I stood and he looked at me I slowly reattached the clips to the stockings. Naked now apart from black heels, stockings and a suspender belt.

"Yes, it's everything I wanted," he said as he drank in my naked body.

I pressed my thighs together again but still got none of the relief that I needed. I knelt at his feet, reached for his pants and began to unbutton them. He watched me but did nothing to help. I pulled them open and stared at the shorts underneath that clung to his erection. I gripped the sides of his trousers and he shifted off the bed so I could pull them down. The shorts barely covered his length. It strained beneath them in a way I had never seen. I looked up and caught his eye.

"That's not normal."

He gave a slight grin. "Normal or not, you're going to suck it."

"It scares me." My voice sounded small.

He laughed and stroked the side of my face. "Does it turn you on to be scared of it though?"

I looked at it. Nodded. His size had always interested, excited me. Ever since I had heard about it. But yes, it also scared me. I had never had a cock that size in me. I had never seen one that size.

"It's just not what I'm used to. Not something I have ever been used to."

He smiled like he had heard that type of confession before. "I know how wet you get for me Lauren. That first night and now."

I blushed at the observation but couldn't deny it.

"If you're good I'll take you slowly. Start with your mouth, like you promised."

I looked up at him again hoping to be reassured but he simply gestured down at it. Making me do what I was told.

I pulled down his shorts and saw his cock for the first time. He waited patiently as I looked, then taking it in my hand I lifted it's weight off his leg.

I couldn't believe how heavy it was. How tiny my hand looked when I held it. It was in every way a normal uncircumcised cock. Veined, fleshy yet hard, malleable and stiff beneath. Everything except for it's size. I felt his hand on my head and was pushed gently down to it. My lips touched the tip as I pulled back the foreskin. Jamie gasped as I licked. It was wet and slippery. It tasted of sex and men. Strong but not pungent. Tasting him was an incredible rush and I moaned on it. The swollen head filled my mouth as I sucked it in, began to work as much of it as I could into my mouth and down my throat. I could hear his breathing and the wet, obscene sound of me sucking cock. I slipped my mouth down onto it and back. Over and over, savouring the feel of it in my mouth. the taste of his cock. My mouth stretched and my jaw ached. I liked to suck cock. I loved to suck his.

My hand found his balls and pulled at them as I suckled on it. I took it out of my mouth and laid it across the palm of my hand while I kissed and licked the shaft down to his balls.

I looked up past it to his face. "Will you please fuck me now?" I asked, stroking him as I did.

He pulled me up as he stood and we kissed again. My hand hardly left his erection and I played with it as he took off his shirt and kicked away the trousers and shorts.

"Do we need protection?" he asked.

I shook my head.

Naked now he pulled me to his large and coarsely haired chest before turning onto the bed and climbing on top of me. He was so massive compared to me that the difference made me feel submissive by itself. His weight sank the mattress, barely touched me and yet felt oppressive. I looked into his chest and began to curl arms and legs around him. It made me feel safe. We kissed again. I felt his weight on me and the air was pushed from my body. He was between my legs with his cock pressed up to the entrance of my pussy. I could feel the fat head against the slick folds of my sex. Feeling it there and being unable to control his entry into my body scared me. Having it there also excited and aroused me.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked digging my fingers into his back. "When we met on that night out. Is this what you wanted to do to me?"

He pushed his tongue into my mouth and we both groaned. His hand cupped my breast and squeezed. At the same time he pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy and I felt it begin to open me.

"Fuck," I hissed into his mouth. His body was coarse and warm. I pulled away to look down between my legs at him pushing into me. His massive bulk filled my vision. All I could see was his body over me and his thick cock opening my cunt.

"Is it what you wanted Lauren?" He said using my own words against me.

He pushed again and I felt more of it being pushed into me. I whined under him, gripping his back and hoping that he wouldn't go too far in. Not yet.

"Is it? Is it what you wanted?"

I nodded. Panting under his weight.

"Tell me Lauren. Tell me what it was that you wanted."

I tilted me head up trying to get close to his ear. "I wanted you to fuck me. Like this. I wanted your cock in my pussy and your hands all over my body."

He gave a more urgent push and I gasped. A hand felt around my hip over the suspenders and down until the fingers curled between my bum. His hands gripped and pulled me onto more of his cock. I felt a finger pressing into my anus at the same time as he pushed his tongue in my mouth. It stifled another groan. His cock opened my cunt again. I placed a hand on his chest to slow him. To let him know I was beginning to struggle with his size. He moved slowly but continued to ease it into me inch by slick inch. Pulling out a little and the easing back in.

"Fuck." I moaned into his mouth. I moved my face to his chest and pulling on him I groaned into it. My mouth opened. Teeth pressed against his chest as I moaned at the penetration. I cried out.

"That's it Lauren. Good girl."

He began to thrust into me, slow initially but the gaining pace quickly.

"Oh fuck, Jamie. Oh, Oh."

"That's it now baby. Do you like it?"

I felt the tightness turn to a feeling of sated pleasure, blissful satisfaction. His weight and the thrust of his cock into me made me groan at each one. I clung to his frame and begged him to fuck me harder.

He reached around me with both hands and gripping my bum he lifted me easily off the bed. Still thrusting his cock into me he held me so that my legs were around his waist and I hugged his chest and cried out onto him. A thick finger pressed at my anus. He was panting now as he thumped himself up into me.

I let out a moan. Then another as an orgasm erupted in my pussy and shot outward along every nerve ending. I bit into his skin to stop from shouting but he didn't seem to notice and kept thumping up into me. I screamed as I came and then buried my face into his neck, panting in ecstasy.

Jamie fell forward with me back onto the bed and his weight expelled all the air with a 'huff'. He pulled his cock out and I felt almost empty. When I looked down it remained huge and hard and slick from my pussy.

He turned me over roughly and pulled me up onto all fours. I looked back at him. His expression intense as he knelt up behind me. A thumb stroked across my anus and he began to push his cock back into my hole.

"I want to cum in your mouth," he grunted as he slid himself back up me. I moaned and gripped the covers as he pulled on my hip with one hand and the back by the hair with the other. Strands of it fell over my eyes.

"When I cum I want you turned around. I want it in your mouth."

I nodded. "Yes."

"You fuck like a slut Lauren."

I groaned and put a hand between my legs to stroke my clit.

"What are you?"

"A slut," I whispered.

"What are you?"

"A slut. Your slut."

I began to get off again almost immediately. The thickness of him in me meant that I could feel his thumb at my arse hole.

"Put it in," I begged.

His thumb pushed and eased up inside my anus. I tightened around it and moaned loudly through a second orgasm. As I panted he pulled both his cock and his thumb out. I felt a rush of fluid leave me. I thought he had cum in me but then I was being pulled around to face him and his slippery erection was pushed into my mouth. I could taste my cunt on it. He groaned above me and almost instantly cum filled my mouth. He gave another massive groan as another spurt of cum covered my tongue. His cock began to pulse. I pulled my mouth away to swallow. His cum was thick and cloying. More pulsed from the hole in his cock and ran over my fingers onto the bed. He took me by the hair and pushed my mouth back onto the head of his cock. It was slippery with his cum. He pushed it in and out with his hips. His breathing had slowed and the intensity with which he had fucked me began to wain. I sucked on it until he was becoming flaccid and it slid from my mouth. Jamie pushed me back onto the bed and almost fell next to me. His weight meant that I rolled into him. He slung an arm over me and our damp, sweaty bodies melded. Moments passed until our breathing steadied.

I looked up. His face relaxed and his eyes neither fully open nor closed.

"Do you want to kiss now?" I teased. I could taste the cum in my mouth and feel in around my lips. Jamie smiled as he looked down at me. Then without any hesitation his mouth found mine and opened against me. Our tongues slipped together and I couldn't stifle a groan. I had never shared a kiss with a man after he'd cum in my mouth. I pushed myself up towards him and turned so that I was above him for the first time. He let me. I searched in his mouth with my tongue. The kiss was wet and tasted of his cock. I put my hand between my legs and touched myself. Turned on at what he was allowing me to do.

"You don't mind?" I asked almost into his mouth.

"I want to share every experience with you Lauren. I want to kiss you. Why would I stop kissing you during sex?"

"That's so horny. I've never done that before. I've never had sex like that before."

"Like what?"

'So raw. So intense," I told him. "So fucking good."

"You like it then?" he teased.

I swung my leg over his bulk and my hair fell in his face. Sitting with one leg either side my hand returned between my legs and practiced fingers circled my clit. To my surprise it sent an instant pulse of pleasure upwards through my belly. I rubbed it gently and then as the pleasure built I began to wank off over him.

I looked down as he looked up into my eyes.

"Are you wanking on me Mrs Fletcher?"

I nodded. I didn't want to, couldn't, say more than necessary. "I want to cum again."

His hands stroked my breasts and down to my hips. He caressed me as I played with myself. My mind was consumed with sharing some of his cum, of having finally been fucked by him. Of his body and how turned on I was. I began to writhe on him. Hands reached for my buttocks and pulled my them apart. A finger slid over my anus again, something he seemed to like doing.

"I swallowed your cum," I said, perhaps more to myself.

I moved up and his mouth sucked on my breast. My fingers quickened as I felt another orgasm build.

"You fucked me so hard."

He seemed to guess I wasn't really speaking to him but just getting off on the lewd words. He stroked my anus and probed it with his finger.

"Put it in again," I told him. A thick finger pushed into my bum and I bucked back against it. I could hear how wet I was as I wanked myself. His finger pushed deeper and the other hand stroked my hip patiently, reached up and clenched firmly around a breast. I came, groaning repeatedly as my hips were pushing back against his fingers and then forward into my own.

Somehow I had rolled over into him again, half asleep and completely still.

"I cant believe that happened," I said into the hair on his chest.

He let out a little rasp of air. "I know, three orgasms."

I nudged him with my shoulder. "Not that, well, that, but not just that."

"What then?"

"You know fine well. You. Me. Having sex."

"Good sex?"

"Great sex. Three orgasm great sex."

I played with the hairs on his chest feeling a little guilty. This was a moment after sex that I hadn't envisaged. It was almost tender. I wondered if Miller had thought about it. Then I decided that I had no space to wonder about Miller just now. That thought was too big.

"I can't believe you spanked me."

"You liked it," he said in a confident tone.

"Yeah, I did. I think it might become a thing."

I felt, rather than saw him nodding like he approved.

Moments passed and all I could hear were the sounds of us breathing together. I could smell sex on us both.

"I don't think I've ever had three like that," I said thinking back to the orgasms. The jump didn't seem to phase Jamie.

"So is three your limit?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. But you'll have to screw me a few more times before I can say for sure." I smiled though he probably couldn't see it. My hand began to stroke the hairs of his belly and then lower again until it wrapped around something that stirred against my searching fingers. I heard a quiet intake of air above me and smiled to myself.

It was hard within what seemed like seconds. Not just hard but rigid. My fingers struggled to circle it again.

"I'm ready to go again if you are." I told him.

I heard him laugh. "I thought I was going to be me making you perform all night."

I blushed but lifted my head off his chest and smiled at him. "You only have yourself to blame Mr Fletcher. I wouldn't be half as keen if you weren't so good at it.

"You're not so bad yourself Mrs Fletcher," he replied.

"You're such an arse Jamie Fletcher," I told him as he put his hand on the back of my head again and guided my mouth towards his cock. I let him though. I took him in my mouth and began to fellate him. After all I wanted this didn't I? Maybe I wanted it more than I should. But that was another thought that was just too big for now.