by Paul Preston
Grace set her drink down.
“James, I’m afraid I’ve asked you to come out with me under false pretenses. I’m the worst kind of Christian, a hypocrite.”
“Grace, don’t say that. Listen, if you’re uncomfortable here, we can still go to the prayer meeting as you planned and talk afterwards. I’m just happy to spend some time with you again.”
“The meeting ended an hour ago. I intended to go. I did. I drove there and sat in my car in front of the church, but I never went in. Instead, I took a drive and found myself pulling up to your club.”
“I’m glad you did Grace.”
“I really shouldn’t have taken you here.”
“Are you kidding? This is one of my favorite hotels in Chicago. Just look at the amenities!” I joked.
I managed to get Grace to crack a slight smile. Being near her again and talking to her put me in such an exuberant mood.
“I should’ve asked you if you had a girlfriend before asking you to...”
“I’m currently unattached. My girlfriend broke up with me a week ago,” I confessed.
“Why? You’re such a great catch.”
“Apparently she didn’t think so. After I gave her a little tour of the club, she found me to be lacking in moral character. I even offered to sell the club if she’d agree to -”
As soon as I said “sell the club”, Grace reached out and clutched my forearm, staring at me intently.
“You didn’t sell Obsessions, did you?”
“No.”
“James, please promise me this. Promise me that you’ll never sell Obsessions. Promise me,” Grace said quite emphatically.
“OK Grace. If it means that much to you, I promise you. I won’t sell Obsession…”
She slowly released my arm.
“I’m sorry. It’s really none of my business. I just like… knowing it’s there.”
“OK…”
“The truth is, even though I’ve only been there twice, it’s kind of my favorite place. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about… what happened there.”
“I think about it too, Grace…”
We both took a drink of soda and looked at each other. I reached out and took her hand.
“You know Grace, I ran into Charles Anderson shortly after our… experience together. He told me about what happened to your twin sister. I wanted to express my condolences to you. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Grace looked at me and her eyes filled with tears at the mention of her sister. She placed her hand over mine. It felt warm, almost hot on my skin.
“Thank you, James. My sister Eloise was a very brave person and much more honest than me. I miss her terribly.”
We exchanged a long look.
“Why did you invite me to this hotel, Grace?”
Grace cast her gaze downward.
“I picked the cheapest and dirtiest hotel I could find because… I’m a cheap and dirty girl, James.”
I shook my head no several times.
“No, Grace. That’s not true. Don’t say -”
“No James,” Grace interjected. “It’s true. I can’t deny it any longer. I wish I wasn’t, but I am. I’ve grown weary of fighting it. I can’t hold back this desire any more. I want to take your… beautiful penis in my mouth and suck on it. I want to feel your hands on my body, fondling me. But especially, I want you to spank me. Hard. It’s the last thought I think of before I go to bed and the first thought I have when I wake up. I don’t know why I crave it so. I wasn’t abused as a child. I have no obvious reason to be so obsessed about it. It’s just something I need in my life. So James, if you aren’t currently involved with someone, I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and watch me undress in front of you. Then I want you to bend me over your lap and give the hardest and longest spanking you possibly can. Will you do that for me, Mr. Jefferson?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It seemed like a dream. It made me so happy to be alone with Grace again. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, to cup her soft breasts in my palms, to kiss her, to feel the smooth skin of her ass under my hand, to give her the spanking she so desired. Yet, I loved her. I cared for her and didn’t want to take advantage of her at a vulnerable moment.
“But Grace. What about… your husband?” I asked.
“I don’t love him anymore. There. I’ve said it. And I’m not sure I ever did…”
She wasn’t in love with him! I can’t even begin to describe how happy it made me to hear her say that.
“I know I’m being unfaithful to my husband to be here with you. I know it’s wrong in the Eyes of the Lord and I feel terrible about it, but I can’t pretend to be this other person a moment longer. Mr. Jefferson, if you could, if you wouldn’t mind, I need you to stop talking and spank me now for as long and as hard as you want and please… do not hold back.”
“I love you Grace. I loved you from the first moment I saw you. I’ll be happy to do that and anything else you wish me to do for you Grace…”
Grace smiled and slipped out of her shoes. We stood up together. She took me by the hands and guided me to sit down on the bed. I felt so close to her in the simple sparse room. It was an incredibly tender and romantic moment for me, as if I was about to lose my virginity. It was far more intimate even than my first time with Bette. Grace looked into my eyes and opened her white cardigan sweater in a slow, seductive manner, one button at a time. She slipped the sweater off, unhooked her bra strap and her clothes fell to the floor. Once freed from their captivity, her two luscious white mounds of flesh were revealed in all their magnificence. My mouth watered when I saw the abundant creamy white skin of her cleavage, her puffy, swollen areoles and her firm pink nipples facing upward. They were even more beautiful than I remembered. She unzipped her skirt and pulled the elastic band of her panties out, slipping them off her hips and down her legs. She stood before me, her arms at her sides, her body completely exposed. She looked nervous and bit her lower lip.
“I love you too James. I never forgot our time together…” she whispered.
“Grace…”
She walked around the bed, climbed up on the mattress and lay her body gently over my lap. I looked down at her heart shaped ass and felt her pelvis press down over erection. I grabbed both of her wrists in my right hand and pressed them firmly down on the mattress over her head.
“Are you sure about this Grace? I’m afraid I might hurt you.”
“I don’t think you’ll hurt me Mr. Jefferson. I have plenty of padding there.”
I smiled and rested my hand on her ass.
“I like your padding very much, Ms. Madsen.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Tell me if it’s too hard or if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
She turned her head to the side and looked up at me.
“Thank you James,” she said with a serious expression in her eyes.
She turned her forehead back onto the bed and braced herself to absorb the slaps. I knew once my hand swung and made sharp contact with her cream-colored flesh, both of our lives would be inexorably changed. I cupped my left hand on the warm underside of her ass, which seem to be sculpted perfectly to fit into the curve of my palm. My wrist snapped back and came down cruel and hard upon her cheek, causing her body to jolt forcefully and the air to escape from her lungs. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
“Was that too hard Grace?”
“No…”
Despite my apprehension, I didn’t hold back and gave Grace Madsen a spanking I hoped she’d remember for the rest of her life. The harder I slapped, the louder she moaned. The crevice between her cheeks became slick with moisture as I slapped her and we were both began to sweat in the hot room. She had extraordinary response to the contact. What’s more, no matter how hard I slapped and how red the skin of her ass turned, the sharp contact didn’t seem to hurt her. I must confess I
liked watching Grace writhe and moan underneath me like a snake shedding its skin.
“That’s nice James,” she said, panting for air.
“Are you OK Grace? Does it sting?”
“A little, but it feels nice.”
“Your ass looks pretty red. Should I stop now?”
“OK, I guess so…”
After the spanking I released her wrists and she sat up on her elbows, her breasts swaying over the bed. Grace arched her ass and I slipped two of my fingers into her womb. She pushed her hips back against my fingers and rocked her body back and forth, driving my fingers in and out of her sex, deeper and deeper. With a moan, her thighs trembled. She collapsed back onto the bed and tried to catch her breath. I pulled my fingers out and a white creamy substance coated my fingers. A pleasant musky smell filled the room.
Grace sat up in bed and began kissing me with her tongue, while frantically unbuttoning and removing my shirt. She placed a pillow on the floor at the base of the bed, kneeled upon it and began quickly unbuckling my belt and sliding my boxers and trousers down my legs. She took off my shoes and socks, grasped the base of my shaft in both hands and took my penis into her mouth. She sucked upon it firmly and passionately, sliding her lips up and down my length, licking and curling her tongue around my sensitive rim as she kissed me. After only a few minutes of seeing her hands wrapped possessively around my shaft and feeling her wet lips and tongue kissing and sucking on me, my semen came rushing out as if a dam inside me had burst. The first stream shot directly into her mouth, partially dripping out her lips and down her chin. I pulled out as Grace tilted her head back and swallowed. I continued to ejaculate, spraying her neck and breasts, marking her with my semen. By the end we were both out of breath. When we came back to reality, the consequences of our actions set in.
“Excuse me,” she said softly and went into the bathroom.
I heard the shower running and I used the time to straighten up the hotel room. I used tissues to clean myself as best as I could and got dressed. I put the pillow back on the bed and straightened the linen which had been quite tussled during our interlude. I poured fresh drinks with ice and waited, feeling extremely awkward and embarrassed about the way I had lost all sexual control with Grace. I heard the water turn off and Grace came out of the bathroom wrapped in towels, smiling tensely to me as she picked up her clothes. She went back in the bathroom and came out a moment later fully clothed. She sat down next to me and took a drink of soda.
“James…”
“I know Grace. I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to… I lost control when you were… I should’ve…”
“It’s not your fault James. It’s mine. I should never have…”
After a long pause, I spoke.
“Come away with me Grace. Hawaii, Europe, somewhere, anywhere,” I proposed. “I have more than enough money for us to live on for the rest of our lives.”
“I can’t. I’d never see my family again and the scandal would destroy them. I just can’t do that to them…”
“I understand.”
After another long moment of silence Grace stood up and I escorted her out of the hotel room and to her car.
“I want to tell you, I’ve never felt more… sexually satisfied… with anyone in my life,” Grace said.
“Me too, with you…” I replied.
She leaned forward and kissed me delicately on the ruined cheek.
“You’re a good man James.”
“Will I be able to see you again?” I asked.
She looked at me with moist eyes and turned away. I watched her drive off into the night.
I hardly had any sleep that night, with erotic images of Grace keeping me awake and aroused. I felt a strange mixture of guilt, regret and exuberate happiness about the encounter. I couldn’t imagine what Grace might be feeling and thinking after what happened between us. I tried not to think about it.
Though I was emotionally exhausted, I dragged myself into work and arrived just a few minutes after opening. Very few people had arrived and I nodded to the staff as I walked by. As I got to my office door, I discovered it was unlocked. I recalled leaving last night abruptly and I must’ve left without locking it. When I opened the door, there she was again standing next to my desk in jeans and a sweater. She looked like she didn’t sleep last night either. I was so happy to see her. I walked right over and embraced her. She put her arms on the back of my neck and kissed me with her tongue. I took a deep breath, immediately feeling more relaxed.
“It’s so good to see you Grace,” I said.
“I hope you don’t mind. I let myself in,” she said.
“No, I don’t mind at all… Are you OK?”
“I hardly slept.”
“I couldn’t sleep either.”
“I did a lot of thinking last night.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I came to the conclusion that I’ve been trying to deny and suppress this… other side of me for years now. After seeing you again, I just want to give up the fight and give into my desires. It’s funny. I printed out this contract at home and brought it here to discuss it with you today, having no idea how you’d react. And when I entered your office, the first thing I saw was your Dom/sub contract sitting on your desk. Isn’t that a coincidence?”
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “I suppose it is.”
“Your contract gives me much more freedom and rights as your submissive, while mine is a Master/slave contract, much more binding and restrictive. I want so badly to be your submissive James, so I’ve signed both contracts. I’ll let you choose which one you’d like, if you feel comfortable with it.”
I looked down at my desk and both contracts were flipped open and turned to the last page. Grace had signed her signature on the line labeled “submissive” on my contract and under the label “slave” on hers. She dated both documents December 24, 2013.
“If you’ll have me, Mr. Jefferson, I’d like to be your lover, your submissive and your slave. I know I’m married and I don’t know quite know what to do about that, but I do know how much you mean to me. I refuse to go on living without you in my life.”
My heart pounded in my chest at her words. I couldn’t believe my good fortune.
“Ms. Madsen, this is just about the nicest Christmas present a man could ever receive. I don’t care which contract, you decide. I’m just so happy to have you back in my life.”
I picked up the pen, signed my name on both contracts and took Grace into my arms. I brushed my fingers through her soft hair and kissed her.
“Let’s go celebrate our new relationship, shall we?” I asked.
“If you so desire, My Lord,” she said.
I sent one text to my security staff instructing them to run Obsessions without me for the evening and another to the agent for the buyer’s group saying, “Sorry. Changed mind. Obsessions not for sale. Also franchising deal is off the table. Jefferson.”
I drove Grace to the Magnificent Mile downtown and booked a suite for the evening at the Peninsula Hotel. We walked over to a boutique a few blocks away where I bought her a sexy red cocktail dress and imported designer high heels for the evening, which she changed into, sans bra. We walked back to the hotel where I dropped her off at the Spa. I bought her a total salon treatment, including skin peel, full body massage, hair style and makeup, and a Brazilian wax. During the treatment, I walked back out to Tiffany and Co. to buy a Christmas present for her. I picked her up at the Spa and she looked stunning in her new dress and makeup. I couldn’t believe such a breathtaking woman had agreed to be my sub. We went up to our suite and ordered a late dinner which was set up for us with a flourish in our room. Everything was so luxurious. We were carried away up on our floor so high above the ground into a fantasy world, where the reality of Grace’s husband seemed to gently drift away on the passing clouds. After dinner we stood by the window looking out at the twinkling lights of the high rise buildings and I gave her the gift.
“Mr. Je
fferson, you don’t have to...”
“Open it, Ms. Madsen.”
Her mouth fell open when she saw the diamond choker.
“Oh… Oh my Lord… James…”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it. It’s gorgeous. It must have cost a fortune.”
“Believe me, you’re worth every penny. Here. Let me put it on for you.”
After I attached the jewels around her neck, we stood in front of a mirror, admiring how the diamond necklace sparkled in the light.
“Now it’s official. You’re mine now Grace. You’re my submissive…”
We undressed and cuddled up together in the large comfy bed. I cupped her soft breasts in my hands and squeezed her closer to me. We were both so exhausted from not sleeping the night before that we drifted off into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms. Even though we didn’t have sex, it was the most wonderful night of my life. It felt like we had just gotten married and we were on our honeymoon.
After checking out early the next morning, we made plans to meet again at the restaurant bar in the Peninsula Hotel on the day after Christmas, when Grace’s husband had to return to work. I dropped her off at her car. She had washed off her red lips and blue eye shadow and dressed back in her jeans and sweater to meet her husband. She took off her diamond choker and handed it to me.
“I had a lovely time Mr. Jefferson,” she said as I helped her into her car.
“So did I. Merry Christmas Ms. Madsen. Drive safe…”
I watched the car drive off and disappear into traffic.
I didn’t know what to do with myself on Christmas day. The gym was closed so I just went home, watched TV and frittered away the day fantasizing about Grace. Later that night I received a text from Grace that read, “Sorry. Can’t meet tomorrow.”
I was greatly disappointed when I read it. I texted back.
“Why?”
“I can’t say.”
“I need to see you Grace.”
I stared down at my cell phone, willing it to buzz back with her reply. After one of the longest moments of my life, Grace texted me back.
“OK. Meet you at 11 as planned.”
