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Authors: Ashe Barker

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Tony pulled back, then thrust again, burying his cock in her arse. Thea’s own release was receding, but she let out a moan, then another as he picked up a demanding rhythm. First his strokes were long and straight, claiming his place inside her. Then he shortened them, rapid, teasing, the head of his cock plunging those first couple of tantalising inches.

“More, please Sir, More. Harder…”

Tony shifted and Thea collapsed to the bed, his weight on top of her. Helpless, pinned in place, she felt utterly his. He lengthened his strokes again, each one driving balls-deep into her. All the while he maintained the constant rubbing on her sensitised clit, and she was suddenly caught up in the rush of another climax. Thea’s body tightened, tensing, bracing until he pushed her past the point of no return and her wits scrambled again.

This time though he was with her. A low grunt, a muffled oath, and his cock lurched inside her one last time. Then he was still, his weight on his arms as his semen pumped into the condom.

 

*****

 

“Usually you get dressed and I call you a cab at this point.” Tony nuzzled Thea’s tousled hair, inhaling the musky aroma of sated, thoroughly fucked submissive.

“Mmm. This is better, Sir. As long as you don’t mind. I mean, if you want me to leave…” Thea nestled against him, her bottom tucked into his groin. Tony’s arms were around her, his palm caressing her breast.

“Have I given that impression, little sub?”

“No, Sir. Not really.”

“Get some sleep then. In the morning I intend to fuck you until you can’t think straight. Then we need to talk business.”

“I don’t believe that would be a good idea, Sir. The talking business I mean. Not the fucking. Not if I’m not thinking straight.”

“I expect you’ll manage. If you find yourself struggling another spanking will help to focus your ideas.”

“Thank you, Sir. I expect it will. Perhaps you should do that anyway. Just to be certain.”

“As long as you’re wearing my collar I can promise you all the spanking you need. And some. Now get some sleep.”

 

*****

 

“This is a nice house. Have you lived here long?”

Tony glanced up from his newspaper. Thea was framed in the dining room doorway, looking utterly delightful in his discarded T shirt from the previous evening. It reached her mid-thigh, leaving a seemingly endless expanse of tanned, slim leg for him to admire. Her ensemble was completed by the studded collar which he had offered to remove before she slept. She’d asked to keep it on.

His cock swelled, springing instantly to life. He was glad of the loose sweatpants he’d dragged on when he left their bed earlier.

Thea had been sound asleep, her hair spread over his pillow, the smooth expanse of her back inviting him to touch, to caress. He hadn’t though. She needed plenty of rest if she was to live up to his plans for her later.

He offered her a good-morning smile as he answered. “A while. Ten years or so.”

“Why such a big place if you live alone? You
do
live alone?” She frowned at him, her expression uncertain.

“I do, Thea. And I like to spread out.”

“Me too. Live alone I mean. I prefer that…”

Tony stood and went to her. He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Is that your way of telling me you don’t intend to move in with me?”

“What? No! I mean…”

He grabbed her hand and led her back along the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Oh God, that was so rude. I mean, you haven’t even… I’m not assuming, I just…” Thea followed him, obedient as ever despite her confused babbling.

“Have a seat. Tea?” He gestured at one of the tall stools tucked under the worktop. As he busied himself with the kettle and teabags he watched her from the corner of his eye.

Thea clambered onto the stool and perched awkwardly. She nodded in response to his question. Her knees were tucked in front of her, but pressed together to prevent a stray glimpse of her delightfully smooth pussy. He considered asking her to spread her legs, but decided to allow her to drink her tea first. There would be time enough later for recreational pursuits.

He placed the teapot in front of her, and a cup. He made coffee for himself, instant, from a jar. He noted that her hands were unsteady as she poured, and wondered why she was so nervous this morning. Last night, yes, that made sense. But now?

“What’s on your mind, Thea?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Her response was just a little too fast, too emphatic.

“Thea, we’ll get nowhere if you don't tell me the truth. I’ll ask you just once more.” There was no need to elaborate on the likely consequence if she continued to evade. He noted her slight flush and the agitated chewing of her lip. He was tempted to kiss it, but felt that might ruin the stern image he was at pains to cultivate here.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was just wondering, about the collar…” she paused to finger the leather band, then glanced at him, “… and, being employed in your company too. How will it all work? I mean, I know I’ll be your submissive here and I know what that means. But at the office…?”

“I intend to respect your privacy outside of our D/s relationship, Thea. You can be Mrs Richmond at work, and no one need even know we have a personal connection too. Even if we do decide to share that information, the exact nature of our relationship will remain private. That’s the way I prefer it too.”

“Will you expect me to scene with you here? In your house? Or will we still meet at the club?”

“Both I imagine. I intend for you to spend a lot of time here though. I’ll get you a key cut.” He leaned in to cup her cheek in his palm. “Thea, I know you feel vulnerable, maybe a little confused right now. You accepted my collar with hardly any discussion, or planning, and now you’re wondering what the Hell you’ve let yourself in for. Am I right?”

“Maybe. It’s all a bit—overwhelming.”

“Second thoughts?”

“No! No Sir, definitely not.” She shook her head, emphasising her denial. “I wanted this. You. I’ve known that, almost from the first time we scened together. I just didn't think it was possible though. Not and keep my other self, my real-life self, separate.”

“This, you and me, is real life too, Thea.”

“Yes, I know that. But it's different. I wouldn’t want people I work with to know that I love to be whipped. Or that I like having a plug in my arse. Or, well, everything really.”

Tony laughed out loud, delighted with her frankness. “Shit, neither would I. That
would
cause some talk around the photocopier. But you must realise that most people who like a little kink prefer to keep their preferences private. That’s fine, and not the same as being ashamed of what we enjoy. Not everyone outside our lifestyle gets it, people can be judgemental. I get that you prefer to avoid complications, and it’s no one’s business but ours in any case. So, we’re agreed on that much. What I don't really get though is your insistence on keeping Thea and Mrs Richmond totally separate. And your blind panic last week when you came face to face with me. You were terrified, and I can't work out why. I hadn’t said I was going to out you, and there was no reason to suppose I would. I had as much to lose as you, probably.”

“You? What would you have to worry about? People take you seriously. You own your own company, for Heaven’s sake. What would it matter what anyone thinks of you?”

“Are you saying that people don't take you seriously? Why would you think that?”

“It’s always harder for women. In business. You have to be tough. And single minded. No distractions and definitely no scandal. I can't afford to let anyone find out. I just can’t.”

“Sweetheart, no one’s going to find out from me. But even if they did, we’d weather it. We’re consenting adults, we can do as we like.”

“No! No, you don't understand.” She shook her head, vehement in her denial.

“Then tell me, Thea. Make me understand.”

“I’m a private person. I always have been. The way I behave when we’re at the club. Here, last night. That’s not the real me.”

“It sure looked like you.”

“Don’t make fun of me. Please.” Her eyes glittered with tears about to fall, but Tony resisted the temptation to comfort. In his experience tears were an honest response from a submissive, and that was what he most required from her now. She would have nowhere to hide.

“You and I share somewhat singular tastes, Thea. But what we do harms no one—including ourselves—so we have nothing to feel ashamed of. Mrs Richmond, Thea, both are different facets of one beautiful woman. Keep your private life private by all means, but don't deny what, who you are. Accept your submission, love it as I do. Most important, don’t lie to yourself, and most certainly don’t lie to me.”

“I don't mean to be dishonest. It’s just—hard.”

“It doesn't have to be. Let me prove it to you.”

“How? How will you do that?”

“Come to work for me. Be my colleague in the office, and my submissive here. Or at the club. Or at your apartment if you prefer. Let me into your other side, allow me to know all of you. Blur the edges, and see what happens.”

“I suppose I already started to do that. By coming here last night.”

“Why did you come?”

“Because you ordered me to. I needed to obey. I needed…”

“You needed a bit of Sir time? Yes?”

“Yes.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper. “I never felt like that before.”

“You never actively defied me before.”

“No, Sir. I think now I was looking for a reaction from you. I needed you to take control. Are you still angry?”

Now he did relent. Reaching for her he pulled her to him for a hug. He dropped a kiss onto her hair. “No, and I wasn’t angry last night either. As you say, you needed the discipline. You got it. We move on.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“And talking of moving on, what do you want to do today? Do you have any plans?”

Still in his arms she tipped up her chin to look at him. “I usually do my shopping at the weekend, clean my apartment. That sort of thing.”

“Very commendable. Do you fancy a change? I thought we might go bowling.”

“We … what?” Her face was a picture, her expression one of absolute incredulity. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud. He really did need to widen her horizons.

“Ten pin bowling. Then something to eat. Or maybe we could see a film. Not Fifty Shades though—my delicate sensibilities won't stand it.”

“You want to go out. With me?”

“Yes. Definitely. First though I’ll drive you home and you can get some clothes. And whatever else you might need because you’ll be staying here again tonight. We’ll have a good time, get to know each other a bit more. Then we’ll come back here and I’ll brighten up those stripes on your bum before I fuck you. Does that sound like a plan?”

“I’ve never been bowling.”

“No? Then we need to rectify this situation without delay. Finish your tea and put your raincoat back on. You can check the cinema listings on your phone, in the car.”

 

Chapter Five

 

Thea was laughing as they ran up the steps to his front door, her raincoat draped over both their heads to keep off the rain.

“Beginners luck, that was all. You just kept fluking strikes.” Tony tapped her on the bum as he dug in his pocket for the door key.

Thea was irrepressible. “Three! I got three strikes in a row. How many points was that?”

“Fuck knows. No one knows how to add up bowling scores any more, not since it all got automated. Like I said, you got lucky.”

“I won. I beat you by…” She fished the printout from the back pocket of her jeans. “… thirty seven points. Wow, imagine that!”

“Yeah, imagine.” He unlocked the door and they hurried in out of the rain. Tony took the coat and hung it on the bottom of his banister to drip onto the tiles in his front hallway. “I intend to exact my retribution now. Strip, please.”

“What, now?”

Tony arched an eyebrow, all the confirmation she required. Thea unbuttoned her blouse. He watched her slip the garment off, then undo the buttons on her jeans.

“Get naked, and wait for me in the dining room. I expect you can remember the way.” He turned on his heel and marched away from her in the direction of the kitchen.

Thea wasted no time in removing the rest of her clothing, leaving everything folded on the bottom step. She placed her bag alongside the neat stack of her garments, then made her way along the hallway, and entered the first door on her right. The table was clear this time, apart from the leather collar. She wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. For want of more detailed instructions she sank to her knees to wait.

Tony followed her into the room a couple of minutes later. She kept him in her peripheral vision as he dumped a selection of wooden spoons onto the table. She had last seen those spoons in the kitchen drawer and had thought they would come in useful. It seemed Tony was there ahead of her. They fell with a loud clatter, and she flinched despite her contentment at what she knew would soon happen. This evening was progressing very nicely, in her view, the perfect end to one of the most enjoyable days she could recall.

Tony picked up the collar. “Could you lift up your hair, please, Thea?”

She did as he asked, experiencing a bone-deep sensation of bliss as he fastened the thick band around her neck. Symbolic of his mastery of her, the collar helped her to settle into her submissive mind-set too.

Tony squeezed her shoulder, then crossed the room and opened a drawer in the sideboard. He withdrew several sheets of paper, which he laid on the table next to the spoons. Thea watched him, puzzled.

“May I ask what those are, Sir?” She would never usually question him during a scene, but this seemed odd. Thea liked the familiar, she preferred no surprises.

“Of course you may. It’s your contract.”

“My contract? But we already negotiated our limits. We talked, we’re always talking. Why do we need to write it down?”

He turned to her, his smile deceptively soft. “Not a BDSM contract. As you say, we talk those issues through. This is your contract of employment, Mrs Richmond. At Dart Logistics. Or perhaps it’s better described as your consultancy brief since you won't technically be my employee.”

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