Starr Fated (39 page)

I slid my
hands around his neck, and leant into his chest, biting my lip as I
felt his fingertips slowly edging closer towards the crotch of my
tiny thong. Then he hitched me even closer to him, so that the hard
denim fabric of his fly was rubbing against the front of me, even
as his fingers were teasing me underneath.

“Is your sweet
little pussy aching for me? Is that why you’re so wet here?” he
asked, as he lightly ran his finger over the undeniably soaking wet
tiny piece of fabric. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I
moaned, as I arched my head back. Liam kissed and sucked my neck as
he continued to slowly slide his finger backwards and forwards
exactly where the ache for him was worst.

“Do you want
me to stop? Remember, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.
Shall I stop?”

“God, no,
Liam. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged as I ground myself
against him.

“You know you
were a very bad girl today, weren’t you Seraphina?” he whispered in
my ear, as he kept up the relentless tortuous pleasure with his
fingers, flexing his hips against me so that his erection was
exactly where I craved the pressure.

“W..was I ?” I
moaned, beginning to lose the power of cohesive thought.

“Bad girls
need to be punished, wouldn’t you agree?” he continued, as he
flexed his hips into me even harder and increased the speed with
which his fingers were rubbing me. “Answer me.”

“Yes..yes..” I
moaned again.

Suddenly he
raised his right hand and delivered a hard, sharp smack on the
right cheek of my bottom. I gasped as I felt it reverberating
through me, the force pushing me even harder against his erection
as he thrust his hips forward at the same time. Before I could
protest, he kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue in my mouth. Then
just as suddenly he broke off the kiss.

“That’s for
not letting me know where you were this afternoon and making me
worry,” he said.

Then he raised
his left hand, and delivered an even harder sharp smack on the
other cheek of my bottom, as he again thrust his erection right
against me, and kissed me.

“And that’s
for being rude and defiant in the gym. You will not be wearing
those obscenely revealing gym clothes out in public again, will
you, Seraphina?”

Part of me
managed to draw back enough to rebel against his command.

“I don’t see
why…” I tried to protest, as I felt his hands smoothing my bottom
again where he’d just smacked me, and his teasing fingers start
their torture again.

“Oh don’t even
think about arguing with me on this, because that will just earn
you further punishments, but over my knee next time,” he
whispered.

He suddenly
pulled my hands from his neck to grip them both in one of his large
hands. He pulled my legs round with his other hand and swung me so
that I was held down firmly over his knees with my head dangling
down. As much as I wanted to protest, I was so turned on and
aroused by his handling of me that I couldn’t actually get the
words out, especially as he pushed my legs apart and then slid his
finger enticingly right from the front to the back of the tiny
scrap of fabric of my thong that was the only barrier between us. I
could feel some kind of intense sensation building deep inside me,
and I moaned as I wriggled and tried to grind myself against his
hand to increase the pressure and get more of this pleasurable
agony.

“Liam,
please…”

“Oh no, not
yet,” the teasing bastard chuckled, as he swung me back up to
straddle him again, with his jeans pressed hard against me once
more.

“So are we
agreed that you’ll let me know where you are at all times? And that
you’ll wear proper gym gear that’ll afford you some modicum of
decency? And trust me, I’ll know if you don't,” he warned.

“I suppose if
it’s that important to you, I’ll wear something else,” I sighed.
“And I’ve already said I’ll try to be more considerate and keep in
touch.”

“Seraphina,
you’ll do more than try, because it’ll be even more important while
I'm away,” he insisted as he reached under my skirt to pull my
bottom firmly against his hardness again, making me groan in
frustration.

“Okay, Liam,
you win. I won’t wear that gym gear out again, and I’ll report my
every movement to you until you get sick of the constant text
messages and beg me to stop pestering you.”

He threw his
head back and laughed loudly.

“That’s more
like it. Now, I was wondering, do you like being on top like this?”
he asked, as he started thrusting rhythmically against me, at the
same time as he rocked my hips to match his movements, just as he
would if we were actually fucking right at this moment. I could
feel those tantalising sensations starting to bubble up again.
“Hmm, Sera? Do you think you might like to be taken like this for
your first time, so you could control how deeply my cock delves
into your pussy?” As he said this, he thrust extra hard against
me.

“Ahh…Mmm…yes…I
like it but…”

“But?”

“I want you on
top Liam. It’s always you on top when I dream about how it’ll be.
You pinning me down while you take me. That’s how I want it to be
for my first time,” I whispered.

“So you dream
about me, do you? About me taking you?”

“Oh God, yes
Liam, all the time! You have no idea,” I confessed.

“I’m very
happy to hear it. Me on top pinning you down it will be then. And
in these dreams, do you come?”

“No, I always
wake up just before…even in my dreams you’re a pussy teasing
bastard,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

“But
everything’s leading to the ultimate goal, isn’t it? Making sure
that when the time is right, you’ll have the most amazing first
time a man can give a woman. That’s what I want for you,
Seraphina.”

“Liam, I want
what you’re offering so much, and I don't want us to have to wait
any longer than we have to. Please, I want us to go ahead as soon
as you get back from your trip this week. You said it’ll be my
choice, that I’ll set the pace. Well, I'm telling you I'm sure
that’ll be the right time. That’s when I want you to take my
virginity. I want you to make love to me, deflower me, fuck me,
whatever term you want to use. I want to feel you deep inside me. I
need to feel you deep inside me.”

“Seraphina,
you know your virginity belongs to me and only me. And we most
certainly won’t be fucking, we’ll be making sweet love.”

“So, Friday
evening maybe?” I shyly suggested.

“Friday it is.
But remember, however much we plan for this, you can still change
your mind. Whatever happens between us will happen only with your
full consent. I want to be sure you fully understand this.”

“I do
understand, Liam, but I'm sure I'm not going to change my mind.” I
reached down and felt his hardness through his jeans. “This is what
I want. You are what I want.”

~*~

“Oh my God,
Sera! Are you seriously telling me that Liam is a Spank Daddy?”
Abbey squealed as she clapped her hands gleefully. She’d come round
for us to have a girlie catch up evening together while Liam was
away, eating junk food and watching rubbish TV.

“I don't know,
is that what I’m telling you? What exactly is a Spank Daddy
anyway?” I queried. “All I'm saying is I can't believe I actually
let Liam smack my bottom a couple of times, and even put me over
his knee.”

I was trying
to make sense of all the feelings that Liam had stirred up the
night before he went away. I was feeling very confused, because
during the course of that day, he’d been kind and sensitive, he’d
been jealous and irrational, and he’d been domineering and
controlling. I couldn’t keep up with the man.

“A Spank Daddy
is a man who loves to spank a woman’s bottom, of course. So, did
you like it? Did it turn you on?” she asked with a big grin.

“That’s what I
don't get. If you’d asked me about being spanked beforehand, I’d
have definitely said I hated the very idea, but actually…”

“Go on,” she
urged.

“It was really
hot, I mean really…arousing,” I whispered. I kept thinking about
it, the way Liam had taken control and made it so damn sexy, the
way it had felt as the smarting sensation shot through me as he
ground against me. Just thinking about it now was making me all hot
and bothered again.

“Perfect. This
is exactly what I’ve been trying to get you to see, Sera. You
should open up your mind, and be willing to try new experiences you
don't think you’d like, because sometimes you’ll surprise yourself.
Do you trust Liam to stop if you ask him to?”

“Oh yes, he’s
always asking me if I want to stop, but he makes everything feel so
good that I don't want him to stop even when he does,” I tried to
explain.

“But you still
haven’t actually had full sex yet?”

“No, he wants
us to wait until it’s safe for us not to use condoms, and for me to
be really sure I’m ready. But he’s such a Master of tease, that
he’s got me practically begging him to get on with things.”

“So have you
set a date for the big occasion?”

“This Friday
when he’s back.”

“And how do
you feel about that? Are you still worried or nervous?”

“No, not
really. In fact I can't wait,” I confessed, as I started to
blush.

“Aw, that’s
wonderful. From what you’ve said, I'm sure it’s going to be
amazing. However trying Liam can be at times, he promises to be an
amazing lover, so I think you are one lucky girl. And anyway, you
deserve to have a fabulous first time, having waited so long,” she
smiled at me.

Just then my
phone beeped.

“Speak of the
devil,” I sighed as I checked the screen. “He wants me to sign into
Skype.”

Since he’d
been away, I’d been playing him at his own game. He’d insisted he
wanted me to text him to keep in touch.

So I had been.
Constantly.

I texted him
that I was awake. That I’d got up. That I was having a cup of tea.
That I was heading to the bathroom for a pee. That I'd safely
accomplished said pee. That I was getting dressed.

That certainly
caught his attention, because he demanded I send him a picture of
what I was wearing, starting with my underwear. I told him he was a
cheeky sod, but I sent the pictures anyway. He told me he thought
my underwear was boring, and then sent me a link to what he thought
I should be wearing instead. I had to admit the Agent Provocateur
creamy white undies with layers of pleated silk and lace he’d
picked out was not what I expected at all.

On Monday
afternoon, I had a call from George, the concierge down in
reception, telling me I had a parcel to collect. I texted Liam that
I had an assignation with George, thinking he’d kick off about
that, but of course he knew who he was, and he knew all about the
parcel because it was from him. It was a full range of the latest
Nike gym gear, including something called a skapris: half skirt,
half capris leggings apparently, and clearly something that met
with Liam’s approval. Part of me was tempted to send it all back,
but in the end I decided that would cause a huge row, so it was
probably easier to just accept the gift and try it out when I next
went to the gym.

I’d put the
Agent Provocateur underwear out of my mind once I'd looked at the
prices. I mean, who pays sixty five pounds just for a tiny thong?
Liam Starr apparently, because on Tuesday, George rang to say a
large box had been delivered for me. This time the box contained a
full set of the Agent Provocateur Fiji range that he’d shown me.
There was a gorgeous slip, a bra, and both a thong and briefs, all
in my size, as well as an assortment of stockings. They were so
pretty and tasteful that I knew I’d feel special wearing any of
them, so I didn't have the heart to send those back either.

I texted him
to say thank you, and he replied that he’d wanted to prove he
wasn’t a dirty old pervert who only liked black underwear, and that
this was the most suitably virginal range he could find, which I
thought was sweet of him. I didn't dare tot up how much it must
have all come to, but when I told Abbey about it, and said I
doubted anyone would be able to tell the difference from a much
cheaper range, she insisted that a man like Liam would.

“He’ll be able
to spot the difference between polyester and silk at twenty paces,
“ she said.

And so the
flirty texting had gone on every day, and actually I found I liked
having this contact with him, and I missed seeing his replies when
he was busy in his meetings, or flying off to his next destination.
He was inexorably drawing me in closer to him all the time, with
all these strong invisible ties.

This was the
first time in a very long time that I didn't have to work or study.
I actually had spare time on my hands, some of which I spent
organising the apartment how I wanted it. I also spent time
organising a lot of my art work and photos. I even got round to
choosing a frame for the last photo of my mum that Liam had stopped
me from putting away again, and I hung that one in my bedroom.
Somehow, it seemed talking about it with Liam had helped me
overcome some of my conflicting feelings when I looked at it.

I brought my
Mac into the lounge to talk to Liam on Skype, as Abbey sat next to
me on the sofa.

“Hi,” we both
chimed as we waved at him.

“Good evening
ladies. What on earth are you both wearing?” he queried as he
leaned in to the screen to try and see us more clearly.

“We’re in our
onesies – they’re obligatory for a girls night in. Do you like
them?” Abbey giggled as she gave him a twirl of her leopard print
all in one.

“Is it some
kind of a pyjama party type thing?”

“Kind of. Do
you like Sera’s? Hers is a black cat one, it even has cute little
ears.” She pointed them out on the hood of my outfit.