‘My pleasure.’
She lifted the lid. ‘You bought me shoes,’ she exclaimed, pulling a hot-pink, six-inch-heel shoe from the tissue in the box.
‘They’re not just any shoes. They’re for fucking in,’ I told her.
She blushed a pretty rose. ‘As long as I don’t have to walk anywhere in them.’
‘Only as far as my dick, darlin.’
She swallowed hard and squeaked, ‘I’m sure I’ll be able to manage that.’
I made it over to the drinks trolley and poured myself a very large shot from the whiskey decanter. I turned around and took a sip. The burn was good. It was going to be a good night. I could feel it in my throbbing cock.
‘Go on. Let’s see what they look like on,’ I urged.
She raised her eyebrows. Saying nothing, she put the box on the floor and took the shoes out. They were gaudy things. The way shoes for fucking in should be.
I walked over to the big old armchair, where my great uncle used to sit reading his morning paper. I sat down and watched her put them on. She had to bend to fix the strap. She looked up at me. ‘There you go. I hope your Lordship likes what he sees,’ she says provocatively.
‘Come to me.’
She started walking towards me. Her walk was tentative and I’m afraid very unsexy, but fucking hell, it turned me on. Six feet away from me, I said. ‘Easy, baby.’
She stopped, a small curious smile playing on her lips.
‘Lose your T-shirt,’ I instructed.
‘Anybody could come in,’ she protested, panic in her voice.
‘Nobody will come in. My staff know better than to come in when I’m in here with a woman.’
With a small smile she pulled off her T-shirt.
I took a sip of my whiskey. ‘Jeans.
She unzipped and wriggled out of her jeans.
I put the glass back on the table. ‘Bra.’
She unhooked it and flicked it off. Her beautiful perky breasts made me so fucking hard I had to shift around in my chair.
‘Take your panties off.’
‘Are you sure?’ she asked cheekily.
That’ll cost her. She was way too at ease for my liking. I took a sip of my drink. ‘Tawny,’ I warned.
She obeyed the instruction instantly.
Fucking beautiful she was, in her new it’s-time-to-fuck-shoes. ‘Now go and sit on that chair.’
She walked towards the old antique chair I was pointing to. I noticed that she was braver. She had deliberately put extra sway and bounce into her hips.
‘This one?’ she asked in an insolent voice that just made me want to fuck her mouth. It would be interesting to see how long the impertinence prevailed. I nodded and she sat deep into it, crossed her legs languidly, and regarded me with cool eyes. Very pretty but not quite what I had in mind.
‘Drape one leg over the armrest.’
Her eyes widened. She bit her lip and hesitated.
I raised a haughty eyebrow. That never failed to work.
She took a deep breath and complied.
I downed the rest of the whiskey and looked with satisfaction at her pussy, all opened up and put there just for my pleasure. It felt good to see how wet and swollen she was for me. I put the glass down and walked up to her. My greedy eyes honed in on her spread pussy. Nectar welling up along her slit. I put my hands on either side of her, hunched over her and licked the outer edge of her ear.
‘Do you know what I see?’ I purred.
‘What?’ she asked, wide-eyed, beautiful, and eager.
I already knew that look so well. It was burned into my brain. She was fucking throbbing for a deep, relentless, never-ending, mind-blowing fuck.
‘A cunt I can’t get enough of,’ I whispered.
Her breath hitched.
I reached into my trouser pocket and pulled out two neckties. I got onto my haunches and securely tied both her legs to the chair in their spread position. I stopped and looked up into her flushed face.
‘What now?’ she breathed, her gaze riveted on my mouth.
I leaned forward and let my teeth sink into the tender spot between her shoulder and neck. Immediately she froze and waited. In the end we are all animals. We don’t have to be taught the raw language of our bodies. She understood that it was a hold that conveyed primal possession. I released the flesh and sucked it slowly, knowing I was leaving my brand. She didn’t move or protest. I nibbled her earlobe casually.
She moaned as I licked the skin along her jaw line and she turned her head, craving my mouth. I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled. Her hand slipped into my shirt and slid up my abdomen, the nails catching on the ridges. Her thumb rubbed over the disk of my nipple. A shiver of need went through me. I caught her hand in mine.
‘That’s not how this game is played,’ I told her.
She looked at me, her eyes full of desire. ‘How is it played?’
‘You have to be shameless.’
She smiled suddenly. ‘I’m as naked as a boiled chicken and tied with my legs spread open to a chair. How much more shameless do you want me to be?’
‘Let’s see what depravity you can urge me to do,’ I said.
I knelt on the floor in front of her and buried my head between her legs. Her scent made my cock jerk so hard it hurt. I kissed that open flower and she shuddered. My tongue parted her, delving into the wet heat.
Ah, the taste of Tawny, honey.
I could feel her sex swell, the valleys and ridges becoming more pronounced. With slow licks and kisses I explored every nook and cranny of her, teasing out more and more juice, letting it coat my mouth and chin. She pressed her sex into my face desperately and the rest of the world fell away. There was only my mouth drowning in her sweet pussy. I strummed her clit and she drove her sex harder and harder against my mouth.
I lifted my eyes and watched the way she began to glow from the inside. Low, feral sounds came from her mouth. Tremors rolled through her body and her legs quaked as she climaxed, her juices gushing into my mouth. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and her eyes half closed, her body arched and trembling.
She’s mine, I thought triumphantly.
My fucking woman.
She placed her hands on either side of my head. ‘That was awesome,’ she whispered, thinking it was over, but it wasn’t. Not by a long way.
I returned my face between her thighs. My tongue was relentless, darting, and flicking. She pushed her fingers through my hair. I sucked her until she gushed again. Orgasm chased orgasm.
‘No more,’ she begged, grabbing my head and trying to push me away, but I wouldn’t stop sucking her clit. In the end her hands dropped away. I made her come again and enjoyed watching her go over the edge once more.
‘I can’t. I’m too sensitive. It’s enough,’ she begged almost in tears, but she was mine and I would decide how much was enough for my pussy. I bathed her with long licks from the bottom of her sweet cunt to the shivering tip of her hard nub until she trembled through another climax.
Half an hour later I wiped my face.
Her eyes moved down to my stiff cock. She smiled tiredly.
‘Masturbate and cum on me,’ she said, tipping her head back and opening that deliciously filthy mouth of hers. Her voice was barely a whisper, and eyes were heavy-lidded. All her strength had been stolen away.
Sure I wanted to jerk off and spray my seed all over her face. Which man wouldn’t? That was what this game was about. To see how she’d return the favor. How lascivious she could be. She had turned out to be extremely generous. Extremely shameless.
I looked down at her flushed face. She looked like a woman who had had too many climaxes. Her body sagged. Her eyelashes were wet. Her legs held wide open with ties must be stiff by now. Her clit was so swollen it protruded out of its hood, and there was a puddle underneath her pussy.
All in all, she was an intriguing mixture of obscene, vulnerable, and innocent, so it was a shock to realize that what I really felt f
or her was pity.
I felt sorry for her.
For what I was going to do to her. It had to be done, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not for a moment. It broke my heart to even think of what I was planning. She would be so hurt, so shocked. She would not be expecting it. Not a betrayal of such proportions.
‘Go on,’ she urged. ‘Don’t waste it. It’s good for my skin. Come on my face,’ she urged.
I hesitated.
She opened her delectable mouth wider in invitation and her hands moved. One hand pinched and teased her nipples and the other went down to her reddened, swollen pussy. I watched her very deliberately plunge her finger deep into her cunt and gasp with the sensation.
She stopped playing with her nipple and brought her hand to me. Leaning slightly forward, she placed her hand under my sac and caressed it gently. Her skin was like warm silk. My dick was stone hard and pointing towards her. Gently she pulled me closer towards her mouth until it was resting on her bottom lip.
‘Your cock is so thick and big I can barely wrap my mouth around it,’ she complained softly. With a devious smile, she widened her mouth and started suckling the helmet head for a few moments.
I felt myself tense.
She looked up at me with saucer eyes and said. ‘Go on then.’
My eyes moved from her half-open, waiting mouth to her finger jammed into her pussy.
I curled my palm around the base of my shaft and started to jack my cock with brutal speed and violence. Occasionally, the tip would brush against her lips sending jolts of electricity up my shaft and right up my spine. The only sound in the room was the sound of me frigging myself so hard my hand was a blur. The dam broke quickly, blood roared in my ears, and I felt the first, thick, hot burst of semen rush up my shaft. I watched it hit her face like a slap.
I saw her willingly open her mouth.
The first spray of white cream jetted onto her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and sparked onto her long lashes. With both hands she pulled me into her open lips and sucked me hard while I came and came. Until she had emptied me and I was spent. I watched my semen spill from the corners of her mouth. She extended her tongue and lewdly licked her lips.
Then grinned wickedly.
I smeared the cream all over her face and neck, and worked until it was all absorbed and I was inside her skin. Then I untied her, gently lifted her into my arms and carried her up the grand staircase to my bedroom. I laid her down on the big four-poster where for centuries Greystokes’ had been bringing their conquests.
She looked up into my eyes.
‘I feel like a Princess in a Disney movie,’ she said in a hushed tone.
‘Princesses in Disney movies don’t have sex,’ I told her.
‘This one does,’ she said, taking my right hand and pushed the middle finger into her. God, she was slick and hot.
At that moment she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.
‘Do you really enjoy eating my pussy?’ she whispered. She was not being sexy or seductive. She couldn’t believe that anyone could be as crazy about her pussy as I appeared to be.
‘Darlin’, I could eat your pussy for hours.’
‘Really?’ Her voice was breathy. My finger was still buried inside her.
‘Absolutely.’
‘What’s it like eating pussy?’ I noticed the generalization and smiled.
‘Some pussies taste and feel like oysters. No problems there, since I like oysters. Others taste salty and occasionally some taste sweet.’
I slowly slid my finger in and out of her pussy.
‘Do you want to know what your pussy tastes like?’
She nodded.
‘Eating your pussy is like sucking a peach. Not one of those plastic-covered, half-ripe ones you get on a Styrofoam tray at the supermarket, but one of those perfectly sun-ripened ones you pluck straight from the tree during the peak of summer in an orchard in a Mediterranean region. You bite into it and sweet juice pours down your chin so you have slurp and suck at it.’
Her eyes moved down.
I had another erection. My cock was pulsating. I exchanged my finger for my cock, and after she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, I watched her sleep. I wished I could wrap her up in my arms and protect her from the hurt that was coming.
I slept very little that night and woke her up early on our wedding day with my tongue in her pussy and my cock in her mouth.
CHAPTER 27
Tawny Maxwell
‘Tell me what time the wedding is and I’ll pick a dress.’
-Chris Crocker
If my first marriage made me cry, my second filled me with such nerves that my whole body felt raw and jumpy. This would be the second time I was marrying for the wrong reasons. I had not wanted to marry Robert, but he begged me to. It was the only way, he said.
Of course, I would never tell anyone the real reason why I did it, but at least marrying him meant there was never any possibility of me getting hurt.
But marrying Ivan?
I could see nothing but confusing and painful problems ahead. I was also conscious that it was all moving too fast. Too intense. Too crazy. It was all right for him because his heart was not in it. I was just fun and sex to him. A temporary fling while he fulfilled a promise to his dying stepfather. I, on the other hand, was already hopelessly in love with him. To solve one problem, I had allowed myself to be persuaded into a solution that would almost undoubtedly cause me to end up heartbroken.
Ivan dropped me off at the apartment and went to a friend’s house. He would get ready there and meet me at the registry office. Angela was going to come to the apartment and we were both supposed to be together at the registry. Ivan had planned it so I would only have ten minutes to myself before the hairdresser came around at twelve.
As soon as he arrived he did not even want a quick coffee. I offered him champagne.
‘Well,’ he said with a grin. So we opened a bottle. ‘This is nice,’ he said as we settled on an armchair by the window.
Sipping champagne, he set about putting my hair up into a complicated twist-plait hairstyle with delicate seed pearl pins in it. He was very chatty and a balm for my frayed nerves. Or maybe it was the champagne at midday.
When he finished we were both a little tipsy, and he seemed extraordinarily pleased with his creation. I had to admit it looked the business.
After he left I pulled on sheer nude tights and dressed in my new cream two-piece St. Laurent suit and matching cream shoes. I carefully applied my make-up and went to stand in front of the mirror. Well …
I looked the part.
A widow marrying for the second time.
I was a believable gold digger striking it rich the second time around.
Hello magazine would be there because Ivan said he could think of no better way to spread the news. In return for exclusivity they promised that all the photos would belong to us, and Ivan would have the last say as to what they printed and which photos were used in their spread.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt tearful. When I was a young girl I used to dream of a white wedding. A happy, giggly occasion. With my mother, my grandparents, my relatives, all my friends, bridesmaids in matching outfits, cute little flower girls, and a wonderful man who loved me with all his heart.
But here I was. In Ivan’s flat getting ready on my own to marry a man who did not love me. The future stretched out strange and foreign.
I blinked hard.
It’s OK, Tawny. Maybe one day he will come to care for you. Or most probably he never will, but you’ll survive. You overcame everything else and you will again.
I walked to the middle of my room. So many things were up in the air. I didn’t even know if after today I would be officially moving into Ivan’s bedroom. The doorbell rang and I quickly went to the door. It was Angela.
‘Oh, Tawny. You look beautiful,’ she said with a catch in her voice as soon as I opened the door.
‘Thank
you,’ I replied automatically. I felt quite light-headed as I closed the door and turned towards her. ‘The driver should be here soon.’
‘Good, because I wanted to say something to you before he comes,’ Angela said quickly.
‘OK.’
She took a deep breath. ‘I just wanted to say that I realize it’s really soon after Robert that you’re marrying Ivan, but I think it’s right.’
I gave a short surprised laugh. ‘You’ve never even met Ivan.’
She bit her bottom lip. ‘I know, but once Robert said to me that Ivan was the man he would have chosen for you.’
‘What?’ I exploded.
She put both her hands up, palms facing me. ‘He didn’t say it in a bad way. He just meant that in an ideal world Ivan would be the perfect husband for you.’
I walked to the wall and leaned against it. ‘Why did he never tell me that?’ I whispered.
‘Look, I’m sorry. I should never have said anything. I feel as if I’ve ruined everything.’
I put my hand to my forehead. Oh Robert. Have you done something behind my back?
‘I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil your wedding day. I’m just stupid. I thought you’d want to know that Robert wouldn’t mind,’ Angela said.
I took a deep breath. ‘It’s OK, Angela. You haven’t spoiled anything. I’m glad you told me. I’m just like a cat on a hot tin roof at the moment.’
The doorbell rang.
We both looked at each other.
‘Robert was a good judge of character. He could see right through people and he liked Ivan,’ she whispered.
‘Thank you for telling me that,’ I said and went to answer the door. The driver was downstairs. It was time to go.
I walked towards Ivan in a daze. Angela had brought a bouquet and I was conscious of my hands gripping its stem hard enough to snap it. There were only a handful of people. I could not even look at them. The photographers from Hello were there too. My legs felt shaky.
There he was! So straight and tall and …
A thought popped into my head, would a day ever come when I could look at him and not fall all over myself at how hot he was? The answer was immediate and cruel. Sure honey. When he leaves you.
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