“It’s not that I don’t want to marry you necessarily Parker. It’s just going to be working out what that means.”
“Oh I see. I’ve thought about that, the lawyers think I need a pre-nup but I’ve told them we are going to be together forever and I mean to share everything with you.”
That was a massive statement to make. I had no idea of Parkers total wealth but I knew it was lots. He had several houses. Just about every super car ever made. A private jet and several very successful businesses. All of that and in one sentence he had suggested that he was willing to give half of it to me, with no pre-nup. I had potentially become a very wealthy woman in a matter of the few seconds it had taken for him to utter those words.
“That’s very romantic and sweet of you. It’s also really naïve. But this is my turn to speak and I want you to listen. There is going to be a pre nuptial agreement. Whether it contains anything about the money is entirely up to you. But there are certain things that it is definitely going to contain.”
I spent the time it took us to eat garlic bread and Pizza to explain what I would want in a pre-nuptial agreement.
I insisted that we would both have opportunities to take control of our personal lives. I stipulated that married life would need to have opportunities for us to continue our fantasy life and that there would be an absolute minimum of one adventure each month.
Parker would need to agree that on some occasions I would be allowed to completely direct a sexual encounter and that he would need to agree to do exactly what I told him to do.
I had become aware that my erotic fantasies had recently taken a very interesting direction and that a part of me enjoyed playing the dominatrix. I had not brought that element of my personality into the sex I enjoyed with Parker but I thought it was important that I would be allowed to bring domination into our lives. It was a part of me that had started to bubble to the surface and I wanted to be sure that my dominatrix would not need to be suppressed.
Parker listened in compliant silence as I described in detail the things I had only experienced in my mind, but that I now wanted to make a reality. I explained that I fantasised about strapping him to a bed. Making sure that the straps completely restricted his movement so that I could tease him and use him at will. I explained that it might involve him being aroused and teased, that sometimes he would have to wait until I was ready to give him release.
I wanted to be able to lead him around the room on a chain and I wanted him to comply with my every request. He would need to call me Madam and thank me for anything that he was allowed.
Once I had finished speaking and sat back I could see that Parker was interested. At least he hadn’t walked out.
“I think that would all be acceptable… madam.” He said mischiefly. “But there is one thing that I’m not sure about.”
He paused, clearly trying to formulate what he wanted to say.
“Is that how you want it to be… always.”
I could see now why he looked worried. His concern was that I was proposing a complete new lifestyle and that wasn’t what I wanted at all. It wasn’t that I saw anything wrong with adopting a lifestyle of dominant and submissive, I was aware that there were many people who were very happy living like that. For me it wasn’t about living that lifestyle. I wanted that but I wanted many other things as well. The lifestyle I wanted to adopt was one of fantasy and variety.
“No Parker I don’t want it to be always like that. I want variety in my life. As long as we don’t settle into a life of dull boredom I will be happy. I want to continue our lives as it has been for our first few months. Sometimes I want you to take the lead and sometimes it will be me. Sometimes our sex will be tender and sometimes it will be raunchy and raw.”
“Then if that is the case I think we have a deal.” He lifted his Pepsi and proposed a toast, “To a life of endless variety.”
I felt satisfied that we had at least started to come to an agreement but that little wicked part of me need to test it out. I wanted to see if Parker was indeed willing to stick to a life of adventures and to try out things that were outside of his experience.
“There is a motel the other side of the car park Parker. I want you to go over and see if they will rent a room to us for the next three hours.”
“But they will think we just want the room to have sex.”
I nodded, “We do just want the room to have sex.”
“But they will think I have just picked you up, they might even think you are a prostitute.”
“I don’t care what they think Parker. I just want to have you right now.” I reached under the table and gave emphasis to what I was saying by taking a firm grip on his balls.”
He gave a little gulp and then stood up. I watched him stride across the car park and to his credit he didn’t falter or look back.
While he was gone I paid the bill, which was another thing that would need to be equal.
Parker returned after about ten minutes. He looked excited.
“We have a room until 6pm”
There was no more to say, I took him by the arm and we headed over to the motel. It was a fairly plain building but scrupulously clean. The young man on reception hardly looked up as we passed through. Clearly we were not the first to book a room for a little afternoon liaison.
The room was also plain and clean but I wasn’t really interested in the room. I was pleased that Parker had made the first move to push his limits. As soon as we got into the room I took him in my arms and kissed him passionately. Almost immediately we were both tearing at each others clothes.
There was something very stimulating about the whole idea of renting this room for some raunchy, no holds barred sex and it had clearly turned us both on.
I wanted to see and feel his naked body and from the way he was tearing at my skirt he felt exactly the same about seeing and feeling me.
Within a few minutes of us entering the room a trail of clothes led from the door to the bed. We collapsed onto the bed still pulling at the last items of clothing as we struggled out of them.
Parker was clearly already very aroused, as I pulled off his underwear he rose up at me. I took him in my hand and then I took him in my mouth.
I could feel his hands exploring, pushing between my legs and then he switched as he became gentler as he probed. With one finger he delicately stimulated me, encouraging my dampness to become wet.
I still had him in my mouth and I used my tongue to ensure that he became as stirred as me.
I felt him lift me further up the bed. There was still a deep passion in his eyes.
He hooked one arm under one of my legs and lifted it. Stretching my leg so that it came to rest almost parallel to my body. I gave a silent prayer to my personal trainer for encouraging me to do my stretches and remain flexible.
The position left me exposed and open and he took full advantage of that.
For a moment he allowed his cock to rest on me. He was tantalisingly close to entering me.
He moved himself gently and I could feel him rock just at the entrance to my lips and brush against me, he was barely touching me but the movement was driving me wild.
Then he moved into me.
It was one long flowing movement.
I was wet and ready to receive him but he was rock hard. Thick with excitement and the penetration sent spasms through my body.
My leg was still pinned to my body and that allowed him to enter me more deeply than he had ever done before.
Our eyes locked together and he started to move his hips.
I could feel him press into me and then release.
I moved my leg around his body and then moved my other leg so that I could close my heels together around his back and control his movement.
Our movement was much slower now and very controlled. He made long, complete thrusts into me.
And the whole time our eyes stayed locked together creating an intensely emotional connection.
When w
e both finally reached the peak of our ecstasy it was calmer than I had been expecting. There were still intensely pleasurable waves that passed through my body but it was not the fireworks I had experienced with Parker on other occasions.
On this occasion the intense pleasure came from within. It was a deeply emotional connection. At the moment I felt his first spasm I knew I had made the right decision. I felt calm and my earlier worries just melted away.
Of course that didn’t mean that I was not up to more fun. I’m not sure how much Parker had paid for our three hours, but I do know whatever the fee we had certainly got good value for the money.
A Boardroom Virgin
I declined Parker’s offer to go back to his apartment for the night. I thought we had a chance to make a real go of the relationship thing but I wanted to give it a chance to grow. I also wanted to start spending some time planning our next escape for some fun.
We had talked a lot about how the physical thing was going to work for us but as yet nothing had been said about how my business relationship was going to change.
My worry was that now we were moving into a more personal relationship there would be no need for Parker to employ me as his creator of fantasy fun. That left me with a new dilemma. I needed some stimulation. I liked the work I did with Parker and I had no intention of becoming just a wife. I needed an outside interest.
Parker sent several emails with attached documents. I wished I could have been there when he told the CEO of his main company board that I was to be a new board member. I also would have liked to see the face of his lawyer when he gave the instructions to write up the documentation to give me an equal share in Parkers personal funds.
Parker was certainly showing commitment to making me feel equal, but I was still going to need my own outlets.
Then I got an email from the secretary of the board of directors.
“You are invited to the next board meeting blah blah blah
Sorry for short notice blah blah blah
Please find attached the agenda blah blah”
This was going to be fun. I had never attended anything like a board meeting in my life. Actually the only meetings I had ever attended had been ones with my principal and my parents after I had been excluded from school.
The most important thing I had to decide was what to wear.
I tried on several business suits but they just didn’t feel good.
Why do women’s business suits try to copy the ones that men wear? Men don’t look great in dark business suits with shirts and ties. Why would women want something that hasn’t worked for decades?
I hit the internet and a few clicks later I had the perfect outfit ordered and heading my way.
I was going to wearing an Armani blazer with a single button fastening and tightly tailored fit. The black blazer had a thread of sparkle running through it and would look great with a red pencil skirt and red heels.
That blazer would turn heads anywhere but once I decided I would wear it with nothing underneath there was only one way to describe it.
Hot.
*****
Of course I was absolutely right. I turned heads all the way to the office.
Lindy the receptionist had clearly heard the news about my changed status as she stood and shouted across reception, “Go girl”
I crossed the reception and entered lift number 6 that would take me straight to the penthouse suite.
I was slightly late but I tried Parkers office first, it was empty.
I crossed the hallway and stood in front of the double doors that led into the board room. It was time to make my grand entrance.
I gripped the two handles and pushed both doors open so that I could sweep into the room.
The huge table could seat twenty people and 19 sets of eyes turned as I burst into the room.
I knew that Parker’s board of directors were very good at their jobs but they were also a boring lot. It was a sea of blue, grey and black.
I thought for a moment that the entire board was male but as I scanned I realised that several of the besuited, bespectacled crusties were actually women.
Parker stood and pulled out the seat next to him.
I received a rather ungracious welcome from the chairman and then they got down to business.
I now know why they are called board meetings. I was so bored.
I’m sure that the business could have been completed in less than half of the time but every member was determined to have their say and drone on for twenty minutes saying what could have been said in a couple of sentences.
Parker was doodling on the pad that was on the table in front of him, he was clearly as bored as me.
Under the table I slid my hand on his thigh.
He glanced over quickly but other than that made no movement.
I decided I would test his power of composure.
Slowly I inched my way up and along his thigh. I could feel his tight, gym toned muscles under the material of his suit.
He wriggled just a little as I reached the top of his thigh and moved a finger over to stroke him.
I knew I had his attention when I felt a movement in his trousers.
Using just one finger and very little movement I teased him until I could feel he was erect.
The front of his trousers bulged and I could feel the contours of his manhood. I took a couple of moments to stimulate the head of his shaft through the material.
Parker put his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. It was a move he always used when he was trying to cover up a gasp of pleasure.
Undoing the zip of his trousers without making a single sound was actually quite difficult. I moved the fastener down one tooth at a time until his beast was suddenly brushing my hand as it was released from its enclosure.
I put my hand to my mouth and moistened my fingers before returning to twirl my fingers around the head of his cock.
Parker was gripping the edge of his chair a little but other than that was giving no indication of the additional agenda items that were occurring under the table.
I picked up a pencil and pulled his pad towards me.
The finance director who was sitting the other side of Parker glanced over but then returned his attention to the business of the meeting.
I scribbled a note to Parker and pushed the pad back to him.
“I seem to have forgotten my underwear”
One of the things that always turned Parker on instantly was discovering I was wearing nothing under my skirt. This time was no different. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as if he was trying to detect my musk.
He then pretended to write on his pad and turned the sheet over to hide my message.
I knew he would not resist for long, moments later I felt his hand on my thigh. I was interested to see how he was going to manage this one. My pencil skirt was styled to fit tightly on my legs and getting his had to the desired destination was going to take some work.
He strained against the material for a few moments and then contented himself in stroking the soft flesh of my inner thigh just above my knee.
I returned to teasing his erection back to its full glory.
His wrist strained once more at the taut material of my skirt. I could almost feel the frustration through his touch.
I lifted my self slightly in my seat and adjusted my skirt so that it sat higher on my thighs.
Parker tried to gain access once more and found that by stretching every fibre of his hand and fingers he could just about reach my warmth.
His fingers lightly danced across my flesh sending tiny vibrations of pleasure deeper into me. I could feel that I was getting wetter.
Parker moved his hand away from me and put his fingers to his mouth. I knew he was tasting me and my mind immediately conjured an image of him kneeling with his head between my legs. I wanted to feel his tongue.
I heard the chair mention any other business and I knew the meeting was drawing to a close.
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br /> One or two of the members hurried off to other meetings. A few started to send messages on their tablets and phones.
I put my hand back beneath the table and took a grip on the only member that was of interest to me. I wanted to give Parker a message that he was to stay in his chair. The formality of the room was a turn on and that table was just begging to be used in a more interesting way.
The chairman told Parker that he would meet with him at 9am the next morning to brief him on some new developments.
Finally they all trooped out of the room and we were alone.
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