A Very Corporate Affair book 3 (The Corporate series) (19 page)

"Yes please." He helped me off the bed, but instead of undoing me, and putting me in the swing, he guided me down onto my knees, and pressed his cock to my lips.
Two can play at this game lover boy.
I closed my mouth resolutely, pressing my lips together firmly.

"Like that is it? That won't get you fucked baby." He bent his legs, and grasped my tits, squashing them together around his cock, which he rubbed rhythmically back and forth. "Do you like me fucking your tits?" He demanded, as his index fingers flicked my nipples in time with his thrusts. I felt the sensation travel right down to my groin. I groaned. "If you suck my cock, I'll put you on the swing and fuck you."

I opened my mouth, straining to lick the tip of his dick as it bobbed up and down between my tits. "Such a good girl. You want to suck it?" I nodded my assent, and he abandoned my breasts to press the tip of his cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, swirling my tongue over the wide crest, tasting his pre-cum. His movements grew a little more urgent. I could tell he was being careful not to choke me, but as his breathing grew more ragged, he pushed a little too far, and I gagged. "Baby I'm sorry, I got carried away," he said, looking mortified.

"I'm fine. Give me back your cock." He smiled, and gently teased my lips with the tip. I captured it in my mouth, and sucked hard, which caused him to gasp.

"Ok, I give in, turn round, and let me uncuff you. I need to fuck you." He undid the cuffs, and gently rubbed my shoulders, before helping me into the swing. I lay there, anticipating the tremendous orgasm to come, my clit pulsing and twitching. He stared at it for a few moments. "You have the prettiest pussy. I need to taste it a little more."

He raised the swing, and buried his face in me, licking and lapping at my juices. I was almost mindless with the need to come. "Please baby, I'm gonna come, and I want your cock." I felt the swing lower.

"Your wish is my command," he said, slamming into me. I gasped at the size of it, stretching me inside. He fucked me at a fast pace, the crest of his dick rubbing repeatedly over my g spot. He was really taking no prisoners. He pressed the vibrator onto my clit, and I fell into my orgasm.

I screamed as I came, the earlier denial priming me to climax so hard that I saw stars. He carried on at a relentless pace until I felt my next orgasm brewing. It rolled through me, making my body convulse in spasms of pure pleasure. "That's it baby, just go with it," he murmured, not missing a beat. He was swinging me onto his cock harder and harder, pressing the vibrator onto my clit. He turned up the speed of it, and I cried out, unsure if I could take any more ecstasy. "One more baby, let it go. I know you can," he breathed, slamming his body into mine.

It felt as though I'd fallen off a cliff, my body seemed to shatter, as another orgasm ripped through me. My insides contracted viciously, and I think I blacked out for a moment. I felt Ivan swell, and still, as he pumped me full of semen, his body shuddering, and slicked with sweat. We stayed still and silent for a few minutes, with him pressed deep inside me. Eventually, he softened, and his cock slipped out. "That was amazing," I murmured.

"Yeah, it's always special with you." He stood upright, and wiped the sweat off his face, before helping me out of the swing, catching me before I slumped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, because my legs were too wobbly to carry me. He laid me tenderly on the bed, and snuggled in beside me, kissing me softly. "You are exquisite, beautiful girl. Have you any idea how much I love you?"

"Mmm, I love you too baby. I am totally wrung out."

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Thirsty, something cold, and yeah, I could eat if you are." Ivan pulled on a robe, and took another one from the back of the door, helping me into it, as though I was a child. He took my hand, and led me down to the kitchen. I perched on a bar stool while he poured two large glasses of apple juice. I watched as he drained his, and poured another one.

He smiled at me rather shyly, then turned to ferret around in his large fridge, pulling out a strange looking tin, some crème fraiche, and a pack of little pancakes. "Caviar and blinis, only the best Beluga for you of course." I watched, fascinated as he opened them all up, and showed me how to spread a little of the crème fraiche on the blini, and pile a little caviar on top. He held it out for me to take a bite.

It felt like little pearls of salty fishiness were bursting on my tongue. "You like?" He asked. I nodded my head, and took another bite. He finished the rest of that one, and started preparing another, ignoring the girls at his feet begging for a morsel.

"Does this remind you of home?" I asked.

"No, I never had it until I'd been in London a few years. The only things that remind me of home are anything pickled, rye bread, and salted meat. I avoid all three like the plague." He took a big pile of caviar. "I was born to enjoy only the good things in life I think."

"Just a good time boy," I teased.

"That's me. I make no apology for it." He leaned forward and softly kissed me.

We snuggled down with the dogs to sleep, I was so exhausted, I fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, not even waking until nearly seven the next morning.

I glanced at the clock, delighted that I'd managed a lay in. I pulled on the robe, and wandered along to the pleasure room to retrieve my clothes from the night before, pulling them on, then heading to the kitchen to make a drink.

I sat on the terrace with my coffee, watching the boats go by on the river. I fantasised about doing this same thing every Saturday morning once I'd got my new apartment. I was busy daydreaming when the dogs came skidding out, closely followed by Ivan.

"Morning baby, you looked like you were a million miles away." He said, kissing me.

"Yeah, I was just dreaming about my new flat. It's got a terrace like this too, overlooks St Saviours dock though, as well as the river."

"We should use some of that cash on the furnishings. It's a good way of getting rid of it. I booked an interior designer for the Saturday morning. Hopefully it will be yours by then. She can help you decide how to choose your new furniture."

"That'd be great."

"Are we still going to the crematorium that day?" He asked.

"Yeah, won't take long though. I just have to pick a spot, and scatter her ashes."

"We could go straight to Sussex from there. Have some quiet time. You might be a little emotional."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Maybe go over to Windsor, and see if there's any more stuff for the girls at work. They loved all the cast offs."

"Sure. We can pick up some more cash too. I want to get a safe fitted for you, for your jewellery and cash."

"I forgot to ask Oscar about deposit boxes, plus my boss was sitting in front of me when I spoke to him, so I figured it was better to keep quiet, and leave the stuff here for the time being. I need a little cash for tonight though, for drinks mainly."
Why do I feel embarrassed asking?

"You need to look through the jewellery too, see if there's a nice diamond set to go with your dress."

We spent the morning chatting, drinking coffee, and playing with the dogs. It was lovely, lazy, and easy going. We felt so comfortable together that time seemed to pass unreasonably quickly. At mid day, I had to head home to get myself ready for my hair appointment, telling Ivan I'd call him in the morning to send a car for me to join him in Sussex.

Chapter 12

Back home, James was doing his ironing ready for packing. I said hi, and disappeared for a long shower, which involved lots of exfoliation and an application of self tan.

"Can you tan my back please?” I asked James, handing him the tube.“Don't forget to wash your hands after though, or they'll go orange." I stood with my back to him, and slipped my robe down to give him access to my shoulders and back. "No peeking," I said sternly.

He rubbed the tan rather gingerly across my skin, making sure it was properly covered. "There you go, all done." He handed me the tube, and went straight to the kitchen sink to scrub at his hands.

Back in my room, I threw on a track suit, and took a photo of my dress for Guiseppe. With my hair still wet, I skipped along to the salon. Guiseppe and Andre greeted me like an old friend, and sat me down with a cup of coffee to discuss my 'look' for the evening. I showed them the picture of the dress that I'd snapped on my phone, and Guiseppe declared that my hair should be put up, to show off my neck and shoulders to best advantage, and use a clip that I'd found in the jewellery pile.

He proceeded to roll up my hair, and put me under a dryer. Andre cleansed and primed my face while I was drying. He did my makeup while I still had the rollers in, using shades of gold and bronze that would complement my dress. Guiseppe declared my makeup 'perfecto' and proceeded to work on my hair, piling it onto my head in an intricate knot. He finished it with the diamante clip, (at least I thought it was diamante , although I wasn't sure, knowing Dascha), which glittered beautifully under the salon lights. "A masterpiece" I declared, staring at myself in the mirror. I kissed them both goodbye, paid my bill, and left.

Back home, James stared at me when I walked in. "Blimey, you scrub up alright don't you?"

"Thanks. They're magicians in that salon." I looked at the clock, and saw that it was five. "I'd best get dressed, Lucy will be here soon." I went through to my room, and put on my dress, shoes and jewellery. I heard the buzzer go for the entry system, and James letting someone up.

I opened the door to Lucy, air kissing her hello. "You look totally gorgeous," I exclaimed. She was wearing a baby blue Grecian style gown, which showed off her lithe, golden limbs to their best advantage. Her feet were encased in impossibly high heeled sandals, encrusted with blue stones, and her blonde hair was in a soft side bun. I felt a bit of a midget standing next to her, despite my three inch heeled Jimmy Choos.

"You look incredible," she replied, "James! Long time no see. Looking as handsome as ever."

"You don't look like kid sis anymore. You look lovely Luce, you keeping well?"

"All good thanks. Doesn't Elle look amazing?"

"Yeah, she looks lovely." James replied.

"She looks better than 'lovely'. You look like Keira Knightley's prettier sister," she said to me, "doesn't she James?"

"Yeah. I'm sure you'll both be the belles of the ball. Now, would you like a glass of wine while you wait for your car?" He went off to fetch the drinks.

"So, do we know who else is going tonight?" Lucy asked.

"Not sure. We're being escorted by Oscar Golding. He's one of my clients, and a friend."

"And an ex," James called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah, well, that was a while ago now. These days he's just a good friend," I said. James returned with our drinks, and I sipped mine gratefully.

Lucy looked thoughtful, "Oscar Golding, as in Lord Golding?"

"Yep."

She looked delighted. "He's beyond gorgeous, plus of course he's rich and well connected. I'm sure you know that already though."

"Oh yes. He's been very kind to me. He's a nice guy. Looking forward to escorting the two of us tonight."

"He's definitely an ex? You won't get cross if I flirt will you?" Lucy was serious.

"Absolutely not. I even told his mother that I should introduce the two of you. I've got a feeling that you might be just his type. Really don't worry about me, I'm with Ivan now."

"How come you're not bringing him tonight?"

"We had a row, and I dumped him. We're back together now, and getting along really well. I invited you before he'd managed to get round me. Oscar was invited by one of the partners. He's an important client."

"I'll be on my very best behaviour, and try not to jump him." We both giggled, then both jumped when there was a knock at the door. I opened it, still smiling. My smile vanished, and my jaw dropped at the first sight of Oscar in full, pristine white tie. Most men look handsome in black tie, Oscar especially, but in white tie, he really was something else. Lucy was taken aback too, although she was doing a better job of covering it than I was.

"Elle, you look beautiful, really stunning, and introduce me to your gorgeous friend." He kissed me quickly on the cheek, and turned his attention to Lucy, who was flashing her megawatt smile.

"This is Lucy, a colleague of mine at Pearson Hardwick." I watched as he kissed the back of her hand, looking a bit enchanted. "Lucy, this is Oscar, our escort this evening."

"Delighted to meet you," said Lucy, beaming.

"How come I haven't met you before? I'm at your offices quite often," asked Oscar.

"I'm based at our head office in the city. I specialise in family law, not corporate like Elle. I rarely get call to visit our Canary Wharf offices," Lucy explained.

While they were chatting, I checked my bag, to make sure I had everything I needed, and saw a text from Roger to say that he was downstairs. "Our car's here. Shall we make our way down?" I said goodbye to James, and the three of us went down in the lift, and got into the car. Oscar sat between Lucy and I, and I'm sure I caught him looking at her shoes. The pair of them chatted easily during the drive over to Inner Temple.

There was quite a line of cars pulling up at the entrance to the banqueting hall, and quite a few people milling around. When it was our turn, two liveried gentlemen opened the car doors, and we stepped out. Oscar stood in the middle of us, and grasped my elbow, as well as Lucy's to escort us both in.