I can feel myself starting to come, but it’s different somehow, and a little scary. The dual sensations of my throbbing clit rubbing against my jeans at the same time as Mr Ledger’s finger pushes deeper and deeper into my ass feels incredible and at the same time, mortifying and naughty. And now it’s rushing me, funnelling up from deep inside like a volcano, and I want to hide it, but the more I hold it back the greater the pressure becomes and then before I know what’s happening I erupt.
My whole body bucks silently forward, thrumming with pleasure as my orgasm takes me, every muscle tight as I try my best to conceal it. Shame coursing through me like sand. I can feel myself flush, my eyes closing as the pitch of my hearing shifts, a dull tone resonating in my head, and then he’s right next to me again, holding me close, my skin so hot I feel like I’m on fire.
‘These need to come off,’ he says, and then he tugs them down hard until they’re stretched between my legs, my wet panties coming with them, the middle sticking to my swollen pussy, half down and half up. ‘I don’t want to see you wearing them again.’
‘I’msorry, sir,’ I say, still squirming as tiny orgasmic aftershocks shake my whole body.
‘What do you think the consequence will be if you defy me, Mackenzie?’
I don’t have to think about it. I know. ‘You’ll fuck me in the ass,’ I whisper.
‘That’s right,’ he says, his voice so low that it makes me tremble.
His hand slides up my back again, gathering my tops together as he gently pushes me forward until I’m bent over the machine, my short shorts tight around my thighs, my little ass bare and spread, and for a moment I quiver as I imagine his cock sliding into me. His thick member forcing its way within my tight virgin ass, all throbbing and powerful as he fucks me so hard that I cry out in pure pleasure. Then I sense him handling his belt, and I hear his zipper drop, and a moment later I feel the rock hard, pre-cum dripping tip of his member press against me - against my asshole.
‘Good girl,’ he rumbles as every muscle in my body tenses and then relaxes, and for a few seconds, he lingers there, teasing me, pulsing gently.
Then he pulls away, leaving me bereft, and a moment later the door closes, and he’s gone.
And I melt to the floor in a twisted puddle of lust, wondering how soon I can wear these shorts again.
*
I am shaking.
I don’t know what’s got into me, it’s like I’m possessed when I’m around her. I can’t control myself, and all I want to do is be close to her, to touch her, to smell her, to make her feel desired.
When I saw her walking across the grass toward the laundry room wearing those ridiculous shorts I couldn’t stop myself.
I feel like a Demon when I’m near here, bewitched, enchanted, and crazed.
I lock the door to my study and sit down on the chair, running my hands through my hair and then my beard as I breathe, my eyes closed as I remember the warmth of her skin.
I need a cold shower.
I need to cool the fuck down and find a way to stop myself from wanting nothing but to ravish her. Then I see her in my mind’s eye, climbing out of the pool, the water clinging to her body, running down her thighs, her hair stuck fast to her freckled face as she smiled at me in the moonlight.
The pool.
An idea forms in my head. It’s both good and bad, for different reasons, but it will force me to take my mind off her, sort of. Either way, I’ll have two, maybe three tiny and excited distractions to draw my focus, and when they’re buzzing it’s hard to think of anything else. It’s why I have a nanny in the first place. I love them, but they’re wild.
I stand up and step out into the corridor, looking around and listening intently, and then I hear the faint sound of giggling coming from the TV room. I stalk my way there quickly, I don’t want to see Mackenzie before I’ve seen the girls, and when I push through the doorway there they are.
Willow looks up and smiles and immediately she wants to show me the scene that she and Harper were giggling about, pointing at the screen.
‘Daddy watch this,’ she says, hitting the thick rewind button on the ancient remote and sending the old tape player churning backwards through the machine.
I really need to bring myself and my family into the twenty-first century, but it's hard to let go of the past. I sit down next to them and Harper tucks in under my arm, and then out of the corner of my eye I see Mackenzie through the windows, leaving the laundry room and half staggering across the grass, smiling to herself, and then I lean close to my girls’ ears and whisper.
‘How would you guys like to have a pool party?’
*
I lie flat, my palms on my chest as I breathe, one deep inhalation at a time, watching mesmerised as the ceiling fan spins above my head and doing everything I can to stop myself from giggling.
It’s hot, but the temperature isn’t the only thing that’s making me simmer.
I almost feel bad about this evening. I should cancel, but what kind of message does that send to Mr Ledger? I don’t want to freak him out. I don’t want him thinking that I’m falling for him, so if I don’t go then it might make him think twice about whatever this is.