Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (48 page)

Rachel pushed him away grinning. She licked her lips and cocked
her head at him looking not the lease bit bothered by his delicious threat. “Oh
you sweet talker you – c’mon, London awaits” and she dragged him into the
awaiting pod.

High above the Thames, Rachel and Joe were enjoying the view
along with lots of goodies courtesy of a Fortnum & Mason’s hamper. Sipping
on ice cold champagne, Rachel pointed out the various iconic sites across the
city. Having lived in London her entire life, she was proud of the magnificent
buildings; bridges and parks that dotted the landscape below them and it showed
in her enthusiastic explanations.

Rachel, however, captivated Joe far more than anything London
had to offer. He was mesmerised by the way she moved; the language she used and
the way she sounded. His body hummed and his dick grew hard in appreciation of
the way her soft cotton black t-shirt hugged her curvaceous upper body. The
deep v of the neckline showcased her spectacular cleavage and he wanted to drop
to his knees and bury his face in her soft olive skin. That and the way she
always smelled so enticingly gorgeous made him mad for her in every way.

“Joe! Joe…” the sound of his name interrupted that particular
stream of thought. “Hmm?”

“Were you even listening? I said you could see our office
building from here, look.”

“I can’t see; come here and point it out for me.” Rachel
crossed the pod and stood facing the glass. She felt Joe move in behind her and
place one of his huge hands on her hip. He leaned into her brushing her hair to
one side and she shuddered as he blew softly on her neck. She grabbed his arm
to steady herself as the pod reached its highest point then started its slow
descent. The effect of Joe Mason wrapped around her did far more to affect her
balance than the movement of the London Eye, especially now he was nipping at
the sensitive skin of her neck. Rachel felt unsteady on her feet and leaned
back against the solid wall of man behind her for support. The things he made
her feel and the way her body reacted to his touch was enough to keep her off
kilter. Joe dipped his head and kissed her deeply. Although she knew no one
could really see them clearly, Rachel felt quite exposed. She was surprised to
find she didn’t mind.

Twilight was upon them and the twinkling London lights cast a
romantic hue in the glass case. Rachel felt like she and Joe were the only two
people in the world and his gentle kisses and sexy growls had her body glowing
and yearning for more. The more attention he lavished on her the more she was
falling for him. She could deny it until the cows came home, but she was
dangerously close to falling in love with Joe Mason.

As they alighted from their pod, Rachel asked Joe if he wanted
to take a walk along the Southbank; maybe stop for a drink in one of the pubs
by the river.

“No baby. We need to go home now.” His intention was clear by
the rough inflection to his tone making Rachel’s clit throb at the prospect of
what lay ahead. She was a hundred per cent sure he would make good on his
threat from before and her heart rate sped up at the erotic imagery dancing
around her head. Not knowing what to expect was distinctly worrying, yet
incredibly seductive. Rachel put her foot down on the way home with
surprisingly few complaints from her passenger this time.

**********

Parking her car with rather more finesses than when they had
left a few hours earlier, Rachel followed a silent Joe into the lift to his
flat. The first time she’d been to his home she had assumed he would live in the
penthouse and she had teased him somewhat about slumming it with the plebs. He
had just smiled at her like you would a five year old and explained that this
was more than adequate until he decided which part of London he wanted to live
in permanently. Rachel had expected Joe to pounce on her the minute the lift
doors had closed but he had kept distant and silent. The sexual tension was
like a living breathing entity in the lift with them and the fact that he
wasn’t al over her like usual was unnerving her and she suspected this was his
intention. Preferring not to succumb to the nerves presently lodged in her
belly; Rachel leaned back into the mirrored lift wall and crossed her arms
under her chest pushing her boobs up and giving him an eyeful of what she knew
he craved. Nothing; no response; not even a raised eyebrow or a sigh. Rachel
huffed her frustration and chewed on her bottom lip contemplating her next
move.

Joe was amused and turned on and if Rachel didn’t stop taunting
him with her crazy sexy moves his resolve was going to crumble in a heartbeat.
He was determined to stay good on his promise to punish her for being so
naughty to him earlier this evening but he was finding it extremely difficult
not to gather her up in his arms and kiss her until they were both
breathless.
 
Contrary to what she
said, Joe knew it made Rachel horny when he took the upper hand and went all
macho on her. There was something in her that found his arrogance a turn on and
he was more than happy to stay true to form if that’s what she wanted.
Ironically, he had found he was softening in her company. She relaxed him and
he was able to let down some of his guard and really enjoy their time together.
She was becoming his friend; something Joe did not have a lot of. He didn’t make
it easy to sustain a relationship of any kind and he could count on his hands
the number of true friends he had maintained over the years. It didn’t bother
him as he had never really desired emotional attachment other than with his
kids, but Rachel had niggled her way into his heart and he welcomed it.

The ding of the lift announced their arrival at his floor. Joe
strode out leaving Rachel to catch up with him. He heard her snort at his bad
manners and his lips curled. To compensate, he held his front door open for her
and gestured with an exaggerated sweeping arm motion that she should enter.
Rachel made sure to avoid touching him and in a irritatingly bored voice asked,
“So, enough with the silent treatment already - what’s the plan Stan?”

Joe’s natural response would have been to snort out a laugh and
deride her for using such pathetic language, but he wasn’t going to be derailed
from his promise.

He suspected Rachel was all for trying new experiences and
she’d seemed pretty sexually uninhibited up until now. He wasn’t into all that
BDSM shit; for one it took far too much effort and secondly, he much preferred
sex to be a two way experience making it equally enjoyable for both parties
concerned. However, there was no doubt a little pain could certainly add to the
pleasure and Rachel was about to find that out. He would only take it as far as
she was willing to go and would never want to hurt or humiliate her but Joe
couldn’t deny his alpha male tendencies altogether and it made him hard to
contemplate getting her to submit to him for a bit.

“Go and get undressed and wait for me in bed. On top of the
covers and on your stomach.” Rachel giggled at his stern instruction and her
cheeks coloured delightfully.

“Now, Rachel, unless you need some help getting there.” The
threatening tone had Rachel stomping down the hall littering the way with her
discarded clothes. By the time she got to his bedroom she was all but naked
except for another ridiculously tiny scrap of silk threading through her arse
cheeks and covering her mound. She gave him her best sultry look as she stood
in the doorway nearly killing him as she reached up and played with her tits.
Joe was beginning to think she was punishing him and not the other way around.
He realised he was stroking his beard; something he did when he was trying to
calm down, but he was beyond excited at the turn of events. Growling, his long
strides ate up the distance between them as Rachel squealed and dove into his
room.

She jumped on to his bed just as he reached her and grabbed one
of her ankles so she couldn’t escape him. Rachel protested loudly as Joe pulled
her across his lap. If she hadn’t have felt his obvious arousal prodding her
stomach she would have been a lot more nervous but in her heart of hearts she
knew Joe would never really hurt her and she had to admit she was totally wet
for Caveman Joe.

“What the fuuuuuuuuuuck!” she yelled as Joe’s palm connected
with her right arse cheek. The sting was incredible. Immediately the left cheek
was treated to the same wicked sensation.

“Jesus Joe that kills” Rachel squirmed on his lap wriggling
around like crazy trying to get away.

“Tell me to stop and I will. ‘No means no’ remember
sweetheart.”

Rachel opened her mouth to tell him exactly that when he stared
to rub her cheeks softly with the warm palm of his hand. The throb between her
thighs intensified and all that came out of her mouth was a small whimper much
to her disgust.

Joe dropped his mouth close to her head as he swept a finger
through her slick sex. “I think you like that Rachel. You’re so wet.” His voice
had lowered and Rachel heard the gruff evidence of his own arousal. She gyrated
a little against his hand. “Oh no sweetheart. Your punishment isn’t over. You
knew you were playing with fire the minute you dared go near my bike didn’t
you?”

Rachel snorted inelegantly and decided to test his limits just
a tiny bit more “It’s just a piece of metal for god’s sake.” She heard him gasp
at her audacity; insulting his beloved Harley was a sure fire way to piss him
off.

“Shiiiiiiit!” she hissed as his hand connected with her skin
once again. She could feel her bum getting redder but the pain was bearable and
the heat was doing wonderful things to her clit. Rachel moaned as Joe rubbed
some of the soreness away but at the same time braced her self for another
smack. When it came she moaned louder and as the punishment continued welcomed
the sting that was turning her into a wet and wanton mess.

“That’s enough beautiful,” Joe whispered. He gently pushed her
on to the bed and told her not to move. She heard his shuffling around in the
bathroom then felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down next to her. She
was strangely drowsy. Suddenly Joe’s hands were on her arse again but this time
he was massaging her cheeks with some kind of divine cooling gel. “Aloe” he
whispered already smiling at the predictable response.

“Hello to you too.” Rachel did not disappoint. Joe chuckled.

“You have no idea how goddamned sexy you look right now. Your
ass is the perfect shade of pinky red and your thighs are slick from your wet
cunt.”

Rachel gasped at Joe’s direct language; it never failed to
shock her how he had no problem verbalising the most base of situations with
the crudest words. Her pussy ached in response and her clit swelled. Admitting
to herself that she loved this side of his character was difficult; she’d
always tried to remain indifferent to his rather more caveman like nature but
the contrast in his personality did crazy things to her hormones and she was
relishing all the new experiences. The sting of his slaps against her backside
had brought tears to her eyes but there was no denying the afterglow made her
exceptionally desperate to have sex, lots and lots of it. It was like Joe had
released an aphrodisiac into her system that needed his undivided attention
immediately. She tapped his hip.

“Fuck me Joe.”

“Charming as always Mrs Renton” he sniggered covering her sore
bottom all over with soft kisses. The brush of his beard was driving her insane
making her shiver as the soft hairs gave her goose bumps.

“No, I mean it bossman. Fuck.Me.” Joe stilled his kisses and
gathered himself for a moment. Rachel was such a lady out of bed, but when she
was all sexed up and needy; her demands were explicit and really fucking sexy.
A sense of urgency overcame him and he reached over to his bedside drawer for a
condom. Having divested himself of his clothing in the bathroom, Joe rolled on
the rubber grunting with the contact. He had been hard for Rachel the whole
night; correction; make that the whole day, and he was as rigid as steel and
ultra sensitive.

“Get on all fours baby. I want to see my handy work every time
I drive into you.” Joe kneeled behind her as she raised up to welcome him in
the best possible way. She ground her arse against his erection encouraging him
to hurry up and as he entered her from behind she cried out her approval and
his heart soared.

“This is how I’m going to remember us all day tomorrow. When I
see you in the office wearing your nice little business outfit; I’m gonna think
of this moment right here and how beautiful you look to me.”

Rachel didn’t think it was possible to be even more turned on
than she was right now, but Joe’s words caused a rush of desire to rock her up
to the next level. He was verbally graphic; breath takingly skilled and
extremely creative in the sack, and it was intensifying the growing infatuation
building between them. He was so different to anyone else she knew and she was
totally consumed with him and the things he did and said. It was wondrous and
marvellous and mind blowing; and the world shattered into beautiful white light
and pure sensation as Joe drove her to the most explosive climax she’d ever
had. Joe followed close behind her roaring her name into the night as his big
body shuddered over hers in a glorious fit of spasming and panting as her big
man came undone on top of her.
 
Joe
stilled and rested his forehead in the middle of her back as he tried to catch
his breath. “You’re amazing baby. Thank you for trusting me.” Joe’s words were
a surprise that made her chest swell with joy, and a startling revelation hit
Rachel that her broken heart had finally begun to heal.