by D Latham
He cupped my face, to pull me off, and I straddled him, sinking slowly onto his cock, impaling myself on him. I moved slowly at first, trying to make it last, but his dick was iron hard, and the crest was rubbing my spot mercilessly. His warm hands caressed my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples, sending waves of sensations through my body. I had to speed up, until I was almost bouncing up and down on him, fierce in my need to climax. With no pressure on my clit, my orgasm was going to be a deep, soul shaking one. I leaned back slightly to increase the pressure, at the same time that he pinched my nipples, and I fell into the deepest, most intense orgasm of my life.
I practically blacked out with the intensity. It felt as though my entire body was coming. Wave after wave running through me, focused on the connection between us.
"Oh baby I can feel you coming so hard," Ivan purred, watching me as I shuddered and shook, soaking him.
As my orgasm subsided, Ivan moved me off him, and onto my front, pulling my hips up. In my orgasmic stupor, I barely felt him insert the butt plug, before his iron cock plunged inside me again. He moved slowly at first, wringing the last of my orgasm out of me, before reaching round to press a vibrator to my clit.
He tweaked at the plug, pulling it out, and sliding it back in, as he fucked me. The alien, but erotic sensation taking over my senses, promising an orgasm that would tear me apart.
"Come on baby, let go, I need you to come," he gasped, as he began to thrust into me hard and fast.
I screamed as I came. It was one of those orgasms that rips through your body like a wildfire, consuming every nerve ending in its path. Ivan came at the same time, shouting 'oh god, oh god', as he stilled and pressed into me. I could feel his body shaking, as he slumped slightly onto my back, pushing me flat onto the mattress. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and heard the faint buzzing of his butt plug, before he pulled it out and switched it off.
He rolled off me, and flopped onto his back, pulling me into an embrace. I snuggled into his warm arms, and breathed in the heady scent of Ivan and sex. My post orgasmic haze was broken by Ivan yelling "how the hell did you get in here?" I looked over to see the two spaniels sitting about two feet away from the end of the bed, gazing at us.
"You are the nosiest, most disobedient little girls in the world." He turned to me, "I wonder how long they've been watching, the little pair of perverts."
I giggled, "I'm glad we didn't notice them at the crucial point. That would've put you off your stroke." He smiled, and pulled me back into his arms for another kiss.
The moment was broken by the dogs jumping on the pleasure bed, Tania checking Ivan possessively, while Bella, rather disgustingly, began to lick the damp patch on the bed. "Bella, where are your manners?" Ivan said, looking embarrassed.
We decided to go and get into Ivan's bed, as we were both undressed, and it was already half nine. He switched the telly on, and the two dogs snuggled down. I nuzzled into his chest as we watched TV in companionable silence for a while. "What time are you leaving tomorrow?" I asked.
"Around eleven."
"I'm going to be nervous until you get back."
"I go every couple of months. There's nothing to worry about."
"What if something happens to you?"
"Then you'll look after the companies just fine. I know you will."
"Can't you have a tracking device implanted, just in case?"
He laughed, "you really are nervous aren't you? I'll be back before you know it, all grouchy with jet lag, and you'll wish I'd stayed there a bit longer."
"I doubt that very much. I'll be a bag of nerves until you get back."
"What time's the funeral Friday?"
"Midday. You don't have to come if you've only just arrived back."
"I want to support you that day. You'll need it."
"I'll be leaving home around ten. I have to get to Welling, and greet people at the flat, before the hearses leave for the crematorium."
"No problem. I will be back here by seven. I'm flying overnight," he paused, "I have Dascha and Vlad's funerals next week. I don't expect you to attend with me."
"Probably not wise for me to go. There's bound to be press around." I replied, just before I drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in his arms.
I skipped the gym, wanting to spend as much time as possible with Ivan before I had to leave for work. We showered together, and had some breakfast, before it was time for me to go. "Come home safely," I said, not wanting to let him go. For some reason, the thought of not seeing him for a few days was making me feel bereft.
"I'll be back before you know it," he replied, as he pulled me into his arms for a passionate kiss. Roger took me home to get changed, and then dropped me at work. I switched on my screen, and buried myself in the tasks at hand, determined not to spend the next three days moping.
I worked right through till ten that night, pausing only to eat at my desk. I did a phenomenal amount of work, and felt better about taking the afternoon off the next day with my paperwork up to date. I headed back to the flat, and pretty much went straight to bed, exhausted.
The following morning, I hit the gym with a vengeance, getting there the moment it opened. After a fast paced, and gruelling hour, I showered, and did my hair and makeup carefully, knowing that Lady Golding would, of course, be immaculate. I had decided on one of the Roland Mouret dresses, and teamed it with matching heels and my Chloe bag. As I looked in the mirror, I decided that I looked polished enough for her world, even if I didn't feel it. I threw my workout gear into my gym bag, and headed up to my office.
I made a cup of tea, and settled into my chair, switching on my screen. As I waited for it to boot up, I wondered how Ivan was getting on. My tummy flipped, as I saw an email from him in my inbox.
From: Ivan Porenski
Date: 26 June 2013
To: Elle Reynolds
Subject: Missing you already
Darling Elle
Have arrived ok, although the flight was horrific due to turbulence. Have dealt with the notary, and everything is in order, so tomorrow I will briefly visit all three mines, which will be a nightmare with the amount of flights involved. I’m about to leave now, as all three are in the Urals, which is a fairly long way from Moscow. You would be horrified at how quickly and easily ownership is transferred in Russia, especially as Vlad had no family. There's no messing about with detailed contracts here, it's all handshakes and kickbacks. I would have loved you to have seen it, in fact, I'd love to show you Moscow, it's changed a huge amount over the years, and is a vibrant and cosmopolitan city now.
I hope you don't work too hard while I'm away, and you allow Roger to look after you. Try not to live on toast and sandwiches. I thought we could spend a lazy weekend in Sussex, travelling down after the wake. Some quiet, peaceful time together would be lovely.
I'm missing you like crazy.
Love you
Ivan xx
I read it a couple of times before replying.
From: Elle Reynolds
Date: 26 June 2013
To: Ivan Porenski
Subject: Missing you too
Sorry to hear about all the flights. Glad the meeting with the notary went well, although I'm surprised that companies of that value are transferred so easily. Do they not use lawyers in Russia? I would love to see Moscow one day, and visit St Basil's cathedral, built by your namesake ;)
Please don't worry about me, I'm just working as normal, but have afternoon tea with Lady Golding booked for this afternoon, so at least I'll eat well. That only leaves tomorrow to get through, before you're home, and in my waiting arms. I'm missing you too. Please stay safe, and hurry back.
Sussex sounds like a great idea. I'd love some lazy time with you and the girls.
Love you too
Elle xxx
I pressed send, and began to work my way through the remainder of my emails. At half eight, Lewis came in. "Hi Elle, how's it going?"
I smiled. "All good
. The flotation’s on schedule, the factory purchase should complete next week as planned, the funds are already in our client account, and Paul Lassiter just paid his bill, so all's right with the world today."
"I heard about the non exec positions. Quite the little rising star you turned out to be. Do you think you can deliver Conde Nast?"
"I won't know too much until I attend the first board meeting, but I'll do my best. The main head office is in the states though, so I may be battling New York's finest for the work. Do you know much about our practice there? The calibre of the team?"
"I spent a bit of time seconded there a few years ago. The corporates are as sharp as knives. They'd make us look laid back and lazy. Our recruiting there is about ten times tougher than here."
"Good to know. No doubt Ivan would prefer to stick with a company he's happy with, and with me backing him up on that, we should be able to make it happen."
"Good, now I noticed you're off this afternoon. Anything nice planned?"
"Yes, for a change. I'm accompanying Lady Golding to afternoon tea, then the theatre. Taking her to see Les Miserables. Should be a nice afternoon."
"Given that she's still a shareholder in the bank, it pretty much counts as client entertainment. I'll wipe the half day off your holiday records, and turn a blind eye on your expenses form," he said, winking.
"That's kind of you, but it's social, not business, and it won't cost much. Knowing Lady Golding, she'll want to pay as it is. She likes to spend."
"Oh well, enjoy yourself, and well done for getting Lassiter to pay on time, he's notorious for making companies chase for payment." What is it with that man and money?
Lewis left, happy that all was well in my particular corner of his domain. Five minutes later, Laura came in bearing two cups of tea, and a notepad, to get her instructions for while I was out. As I was on top of everything, it was a short list, mainly consisting of some filing, a few things to post, and an appointment to book with Giuseppe for the day of the awards do, which to be honest, I could do myself. She looked mildly disappointed at such a short list, as she liked to be kept busy in much the same way as I did.
At two o'clock, Oscar brought Lady Golding down to my office, as she had met him for lunch at his. "Hello Elle, you look lovely dear. Is that one of the Mouret dresses? What a beautiful view you have from here."
"Nice to see you. Yes it's one of the dresses Oscar treated me to. You look lovely." She was wearing a floaty day dress, with a neat little bolero jacket, and looked extremely elegant.
"Thank you, it's a Caroline Charles design. Very cool and comfortable on such a warm day." She turned to Oscar, "thank you for a lovely lunch darling, and I'll see you at the weekend." She kissed his cheek.
"Have fun ladies," said Oscar, "mother is armed and dangerous with a credit card." He winked at me, and said his goodbyes. I shut down my computer, and led her through to the lifts.
"Such a lot of busy people. What do you all do here?" She asked, looking around the main secretaries floor.
"We do corporate law, so mergers, acquisitions, finance, flotations, that type of thing," I explained.
"What made you choose corporate as your specialism?"
"It's the most prestigious out of general law, and the most well paid really. Unless you make it to top barrister, criminal law is mostly done in prison cells, and most clients are on legal aid, and family law tends to be mostly divorces, so is quite unpleasant. Corporate is done in nice offices, and although it can be stressful, and long hours, isn't terribly harrowing. My friend Lucy does family law at our head office, and some of the cases she has to deal with can be quite distressing."
"Sounds as though you made a good choice. Your office is very nice." We travelled down in the lift. A sleek, navy blue Bentley was outside waiting for us. I slid into the air conditioned comfort, and we set off for the west end. Lady Golding told me about the places she used to frequent as a young debutante. It all sounded terribly glamorous, and exciting. "Did you ever attend a coming of age ball?" She asked.
"No, not really. I attended balls at Cambridge, which were fun, but my course was quite intense, and didn't leave as much time for socialising as other undergraduates had." I said, sidestepping the question rather neatly.
"That was a shame, still, plenty of time to make up for it now. Oscar told me how lovely you looked at that charity fundraiser a few weeks back."
"I found a super hairdresser and makeup artist in a salon near work. They were practically magicians. I just took a photo of my dress to them, and they took over. I've booked them both again for an awards dinner I've got coming up."
"I must get the number from you. I'd love a new hairstyle, but the girl who does it for me is a little set in her ways I think. I'd love to go a little blonder, and a little softer looking, more up to date." I looked at her dyed brown hair, and had to agree.
We chatted about hairstyles, handbags and perfume, as we mooches around Fortnum and Mason. Lady Golding bought herself a new bag, several pairs of shoes, and we both had a makeover in the beauty hall, purchasing new cosmetics each. She tried to pay for mine, but I refused. Oscar had already treated me, and I was happy to spend a hundred quid or so on a new look. She was delighted with hers, the makeup girl updating her frosted pink lipstick by introducing her to new, sheer pinks. By the time we were both finished, we looked great.
"I wish my daughter would do things like this," she said, as we were shown to our seats in the restaurant for our tea.
"I've not met her. Doesn't she like coming up to London?"
She sighed, "no, she's into horses and gardening. Years ago, she would have been called a blue stocking. Likes hockey, rugby and lots of fresh air. I don't think she's ever worn a scrap of makeup or a skirt in her life."
I was surprised. For all her gorgon-like qualities, Lady Golding was extremely glamorous in a dowager kind of way. "Oscar said she was in Italy. Is she studying out there?"
Lady Golding snorted. "She lives there with her 'best friend', Paulina. I don't ask questions. There are some things I'm better off not knowing. Put it this way, I think Oscar is my only hope of grandchildren, and I wasn't too sure about that a few weeks ago."
"I don't think you need to worry too much. Oscar does like women. I can vouch for that. He'll find the right one soon enough."
"I do hope so. He seems such a lonely boy at times." Boy?
"He seems a lot happier this last week. He came round Sunday night." We were interrupted by the waiter serving our tea. Lady Golding took a sip.
"Freshest tea in London, and the sandwiches look delicious. Yes, Oscar does seem alright. He was happy when you stayed at the castle. He seems to light up when you're around. He did tell me during our lunch today that you're seeing that Russian chap now though. He's not terribly happy about it."
"Yes, I've been seeing Ivan a couple of weeks now. I had a lecture off Oscar about it, over the terrible Conde Nast affair."
"It seemed I misjudged him over that. I thought he'd let something happen to you, so he could renege."
"He only found out at the press conference we called to publicly hand the company over to Dascha. He was genuinely very shocked. I wrote the contract giving her the company. By the way, nobody but you, Oscar and I know about this."
"I gather Oscar covered up the money trail, so please don't worry, I won't be telling anyone," she said, a steely look in her eye.
"Good, neither will I."
"I should be of the opinion that my son is the best looking man in the world, but I have to confess that I think that Russian chap is really quite something. If I was thirty years younger, you'd have a fight on your hands." We both giggled.
"My brain used to fry slightly when I first met him," I admitted, "goodness knows how I used to keep up with everything at the meetings."
"I know what you mean, even I was slightly taken aback when I first met him. Maybe I should have introduced him to my daughter. That might have tempted her."
"Probably. Whe
n I first started work there, I was told there were two men in the 'super hot club', one was Ivan, the other was Oscar. The secretaries went all useless whenever either of them turned up."
"Are the women at your office jealous because you dated both of them?"
"Not really, plus I work in an office on my own, with my own PA, so I don't have an awful lot to do with the others. Oscar's receptionist hates me though."
"I wouldn't worry about her. Oscar doesn't like that bottle blonde type. He told me she sulks whenever you've been in to see him. Silly girl should know that he would never touch the staff." She took a bite out of her smoked salmon sandwich.
"What other girls has he brought home? Does he have a type?"
She swallowed her bite, "oh yes, usually tall, slender, natural blondes, like you, but a bit taller. He's never gone for a well educated girl before though. They've usually been models or socialites. I think he liked the fact you're clever, said it was interesting and intriguing. You don't have any lawyer friends like you do you?"
"I should introduce him to my friend Lucy, she does family law. She's pretty, naturally fair, and comes from a good family. She's nice. You'd like her." In truth, I didn't know how I'd feel about Oscar being with someone else, but I couldn't keep him hanging forever, it just wasn't fair.
"And how would you feel about that?" God, she's sharp.
"I don't know. I have to be fair to Oscar, and encourage him to move on with his life, I am seeing Ivan now, and I doubt if Oscar would even want me, knowing I went with someone else. It's just that Oscar is so safe and dependable, which is alluring in itself. I just wish I could get over his 'quirk', but I can't."
"I'm sure the answer will reveal itself in time," she said, patting my hand. "These cakes look almost too pretty to eat don't they?" She helped herself to a tiny choux bun, and bit into it, looking ecstatic.
