I wandered through the dawn lit house. I was not dressed yet and wearing only a bathrobe. I found Jason in his study looking at his laptop screen. He smiled as I came into the room. The smile felt extra special that morning.
“Enjoy your lie in?” he smirked at me.
I came round to stand next to him and blushed when I saw what was on his laptop screen.
“Oh!”
My face must have looked a picture because he was suppressing a laugh at my expense. He pulled me on to his lap.
“I’m doing some investigating. Looking for alternatives. Like we agreed last night,” he explained.
“So I can see.” I held the mouse and scrolled down the screen, there were many photographs.
“Do you see anything you like the look of?” he whispered seductively in my ear.
“Well, normally I don’t shop around for this stuff. Kind of provided for me, remember?”
“Of course. This time you get to help choose,” he told me.
I tittered at the idea.
“We don’t have to buy anything off this website,” he clarified. “It’s just for ideas. I have contacts who can custom make anything I require.” He started to rub his hand up and down my thigh. A light caress of his palm through the fabric of my gown was sufficient to transmit his growing intent towards me.
“Contacts at your secret club?”
“Ye
s. Very useful contacts. We need to agree a design and give measurements, material choices and then hey presto!” He was starting to kiss the back of my neck.
“Measurements?” I flushed at the thought and tilted my head to one side.
“A perfect fit for the both of us,” he said between pecks.
Oh my! I had never thought about the dimensions of these tailored made pieces of furniture. I stopped scrolling and paused at one photo. “This one?”
Halting his oral exploration, he zoomed the picture out from the thumbnail. “Um, I can see why. Different shape, the elaborate spanking bench.”
“I like the fact I won’t be upside down, you know it is longitudinal, supports my torso the whole length, not my hips only.” I pointed at the screen.
“Lots of places to strap you down. You can even use knee and arm rests. Very luxurious for whipping,” he chuckled with wicked thoughts going through that head of his.
“You can fuck me on it to. It looks very flexible,” I commented. From below, I got a definite response - he had an erection.
“You want to be fucked on it?” He questioned me quietly, nuzzling his nose in my hair making my scalp prickle.
“I think it is something I could work towards,” I murmured. I was very aroused by the subject matter of our conversation and I knew he was too.
“God, Gemma, I need you now,” he reached round to kiss my lips with his open mouth, tongue reaching into me.
He paused and those eyes looked for my response.
“Please, sir, fuck me.” I was his kindred spirit.
He leant forward and with one hand swept off the neatly piled documents on his desk then he pushed me forward, bending me over. My robe pulled off unceremoniously to the floor. He stood behind me and I spread my legs, eager and quivering with desire.
Chapter 10
Monday lunchtime and I was picking at my sandwiches while stabbing at my keyboard. The girls in the office were gossiping. Penny was a follower of celebrities and avid reader of glossy magazine. Her bitchy friend Amanda was dissing other managers she thought she knew well. Pencil thin Libby was the quiet one who eagerly lapped up all the conversations and no doubt regurgitated them later to other friends. I kept my head down and tried to type an email while chewing on my bread.