Falling for Sir (19 page)

Just incredible sex.

Where
was that martini?

"Are you sure you can stay for
another?" she muttered. "I don't want to keep you."

Christie exhaled loudly. "The two youngest
are at Brownies and hubby is picking them up tonight. I have freedom. I'm just
glad you agreed to come out. I thought you'd make up an excuse about work
again. Boy, I needed this drink tonight."

"Must be hard sometimes to get a few hours
to yourself."

"Definitely. But that makes it all the
sweeter, you know, when I do get time. Besides, before you know it they'll all
be grown up and moved out. Then I won't know what to do with myself." She
laughed, somewhat wistfully.

Marianne nodded. "So where do you go? When
you get time?"

"I get a manicure, or a massage. Come out
for drinks with David and the girls from work."

"You never go out to a club to let your
hair down?"

"God no! I haven't been out dancing since
we got married."

Dancing wasn't what she meant, but when she
studied Christie's face for any hesitant flicker to give her away there was
nothing.

The barman delivered their new martinis and
winked at Marianne. "They creep up on you."

"No doubt." He was making them pretty
strong.

Christie dug her in the ribs with one finger.
"You're being watched again."

"He's probably trying to remember where
he's seen us before," she joked.

"He helped me fix the copier last
night."

"Marchetti? But I thought I heard someone
say it was broken."

"Yeah." Christie looked sheepish.
"That's how we fixed it. Once and for all." Then she giggled.
"He came down to the sixteenth last night looking for you. He found me
fighting with the damn thing and offered to help. He helped it alright. To the
graveyard of dead office equipment. Didn't you wonder why there were no agendas
at Dickwad's meeting this afternoon?"

She'd been too busy avoiding Rawlings when he
finally arrived at work to notice he even had a meeting.

"The boss sent Dickwad an email last night.
I helped him write it. No more agendas. They're a waste of paper and it's not
in line with the new Marchetti Green policies." Christie gulped her
martini and rolled her eyes, sighing happily. "I cannot tell you how glad
I am about those agendas. You know I was really surprised at how normal he was.
Marchetti. Just like a regular guy. I felt like I could tell him all my
problems."

Marianne was amused by the thought of giggling
Christie and stern Jack Marchetti consorting together at his computer over an
email to Bob Rawlings. Just because they'd managed to break a piece of office
equipment. Kinda sweet of him really to save Christie. She watched the
reflection of the diners in the distorted wall mirror behind the bar. There was
the back of Alana's head and one-half of his face as he talked intimately and
earnestly to her.

"That's Alana Shepherd," Christie
whispered. "They're supposed to be getting engaged."

She grabbed her glass and spilled some martini.
"Really?"

"It was sad when his wife died. Cancer. It
happened so fast. There hasn't been anyone else and I have to say I never
thought he'd get married again."

"I guess life moves on. Time heals."
She cringed at her own stupid platitudes. Engaged. Great.

"So how are the Centennial party plans
coming along?"

"I have a few ideas."

"Bracknell usually tries to put the breaks
on anything fun."

"She's ok with me."

Abruptly Christie laughed, "Yeah. I heard.
Dickwad said you remind him of her and its no wonder you get on so well."

"I
what?
"

The other woman chased her stuffed olive around
her glass with two fingers. "Oh, you know. You and Bracknell are both
fairly uptight about work. Noses to the grindstone. She hates casual Fridays
too. Never takes a proper lunch. Just like you."

But there was something more than that. Marianne
stared at Christie, reading it in her face. "What else did Bob Rawlings
say about me?"

"Old Marchetti always piled the work on
Bracknell. Just like his son is doing to you." Christie swayed on her
stool. "The old man, so I hear,
owned
Bracknell. She did anything for him. Put up with him just using her all those
years. And what did she get at the end of it all? One old brownstone that's
falling down around her ears. According to Dickwad, Jack Marchetti is just like
his dad."

Marianne lost the taste for her martini. She saw
herself, thirty years from now, still working at Marchetti's, unable to leave
because she'd invested so much of her time there. On him. She was ready to
avoid Thanksgiving because Jack Marchetti wanted to meet with her about his
apartment that day. If Grant Peterson offered her a fat salary to go back to
them she knew she'd turn it down and stay where she was. To be as close as she
could to him.

Her body and her mind were in knots over that
man. Somehow he'd tied her up.

And not just at The Club.

And not just her body. Or her mind.

It was her heart too.

He was leaving the restaurant with Alana.
Suddenly he looked over at Marianne.

The hungry eyes of a man she called
"Sir" ate her alive.

Chapter
Fourteen

Unbound

They didn't speak a word until he said,
"That's all my tokens spent, Claudia."

It was a warning to her, but she'd always known
this couldn't last. The point of The Club was to sleep with strangers and not
get complicated with relationships, but this was their third tryst. They were
in danger of being noticed for their partiality to one another.

He was going out of town tomorrow and he'd be
gone for a week. She just couldn't let him leave the city without making love
to her again, so after leaving Christie at the bar she came directly here. One
look from his deep ocean blues had told her he'd be there. Waiting for her.

Tonight he'd untied her wrists as soon as they
were in the room and she didn't know what to expect from her master. But she
knew she could only do whatever he commanded.

"Down on your knees, Claudia," he
growled, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. "I need that sweet,
truculent mouth on my cock. It's been pining for you."

She wasn't sure she knew how to do this. Her
experience with giving blowjobs was slight, but she hitched forward on her
knees and began by kissing his thighs. Sir had brought her so much pleasure
with his mouth on her cunt, so she knew to copy what he'd done to her. Her
tongue slipped out and nudged his balls. Above her he groaned. He separated his
feet as far as he could with his pants still around his ankles and she slowly
began to lick his sac, gently gathering each side into her mouth and sucking,
swirling her tongue over the salty skin as it hardened and grew rounder. She
let her tongue travel up and down, rippling the skin, while his breathing
deepened and he grabbed her head, losing his fingers in her curls.

"Is this what you want, Sir?" she
purred, between little nibbles at the base of his erection.

He grunted, pressing her face further into his
groin, her nose crushed to the thick veins of his shaft. Marianne smiled at the
warmth and stiffness that greeted her lips on their way up that long cock. She
put her hands on his hips and slowly lowered her mouth over the pulsing head.
She let her lips close softly, not too hard. Her tongue lapped at the little
hole through which his liquid already formed.

"Good girl. Now suck it all in. All the way
down your throat. All the way."

As Marianne proceeded to fulfill his husky
command she heard a click and felt a draft on her bare back. In a moment of
alarm she realized he must have forgotten to bolt the bedroom door for once.
Usually it was the first thing he did. Tonight Sir was too eager to play with
his Claudia and he forgot. She would have paused her sucking, but his hands
tightened around the back of her head and he whispered harshly at her to
continue, as if he was too close to coming and wouldn't stop now, no matter
what happened.

She heard voices whispering behind them,
although the words were lost to her as she sucked hard at his beautiful cock
and felt her pussy getting wet, eagerly preparing to be fucked.

Marianne would have balked at an audience.
Claudia didn't care. All she cared about was pleasing the man before her. Sir.

His cock continued to grow, pushing at the back
of her throat as he swayed and grunted. The door behind her was still open, a
draft still brushing her back. She heard a creak and then steps moving across
the carpet.

His voice became deeper still, throaty.
"You can look but don't touch."

How many were there, she wondered.

It felt like more than just a few people. The
air grew warmer by the minute as the audience enjoyed watching her milk his
cock.

"Spread your knees, Claudia," he told
her, one hand stroking her hair, the other now cupping his balls. "Arch
your back. Let them see the pussy that is all mine to claim. Let them see how
wet you are for me."

Again, Marianne would have refused and run out
in shyness. Claudia obeyed with scarcely a qualm. She was naked but for her
thigh high stockings and heels. And those feathered nipple clamps swaying from
her aching peaks. As she arched her back, sticking out her ass, she knew
everyone standing behind would be staring at her moist sex. They had a clear,
unobstructed view. Excitement skipped and shuddered through her body. She began
to suck him with more gentleness, not wanting him to come yet. He filled her
throat, almost choking her, yet she still couldn't get his entire shaft into
her mouth.

"I want you to reach between your legs,
Claudia," he told her.

She swallowed as another bead of pre cum dripped
into the back of her throat.

"Hold your cunt wide open with your
fingers. Show them where I'm going to fuck you tonight. Show them."

She closed her eyes, reached down and did as he
commanded.

Marianne heard a few sighs and grunts from
behind. A woman's voice commented on how pretty her pussy was. Someone else
said she looked tight.

"Yes," Sir told them huskily,
"She's a beautiful slave. So tight and hot. When she comes her pussy grips
me like a vise."

She felt her own dew dripping over her fingers
as she still held her cunt open to be viewed. Sweet lord, she was blossoming
under their admiration and his proud words.

"Rub your clit, Claudia," her master
whispered. He slid a hand under her chin, easing her mouth up off his rock hard
cock. "Bend all the way over. That's it." He guided her down until
her brow was almost touching the carpet by his feet. "Knees apart, as far
as you can. Bottom up. Now rub away at that clitty and come for them."

Marianne was relieved he didn't make her look at
the people watching. Not that Claudia would have cared. She slipped two fingers
in and out of her creamy hole and wriggled her ass as if she was born to
perform.

With Sir standing over her, she only wanted to
impress and please him. Suddenly he knelt, leaned over her back and parted her
ass cheeks with his large hands. He bent, shifting forward and down. Slowly his
wet tongue lapped at her anus. She was so surprised she'd almost stopped
masturbating, but now, as he dug his tongue into her ass and she felt his hard
cock sticking to the curls of her hair, Marianne resumed her frantic rubbing.

When she came with a groan, her entire body
shaking, the unseen audience broke into applause.

* * * *

Jack knew he'd never get enough of her taste.
Seeing her at work everyday was torture and the only way he could get through
it was by thinking of the next time he'd see Claudia. The next time he'd have
her at his mercy.

Or was he at hers?

Now, as he tongue tickled her asshole and he
watched her pink pussy creaming all over her own fingers, he knew he needed to
come. No more time to waste.

He lifted his Claudia onto the upholstered chair
that faced the door and spread her legs over the wide arms. Her eyes were open
through her mask, staring at the cluster of Club members who'd come to watch.
It was purely by accident that he'd forgotten to bolt the door, but Jack
decided to go with it. Apparently so did she.

Claudia was tugging on the black feathers that
hung from her nipple clips, lengthening the brown peaks, teasing the audience.

He knelt before the chair and pressed his mouth
to her exposed sex. Although she'd only just climaxed, it didn't take her long
to get up steam again. With his tongue thrusting way up inside her silky cunt,
he sucked down her rapid orgasm, greedily drinking it from her, giving her a
forceful tongue fucking at the same time.