After that amazing night of exploration, intimacy, and mind-blowing sex, my body was spent. I had never climaxed more than once during a night with a man; for that matter, I am not sure that I had ever had a true g-spot orgasm with a man! But after all that, I slept hard and slept late on Sunday morning.
I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and cinnamon rolls. Yummy! I threw on a robe and hurried to the kitchen to greet my morning barista, but I was disappointed to find only a cup, a plate, a note, and a rose. I smelled the rose as I read:
Beautiful Jill, you were sleeping so peacefully, and I did not want to wake you. But I would like to see you again tomorrow night; if you agree, do nothing. I will courier over everything you need this afternoon, and I will pick you up at 7:00 p.m. If you are busy tomorrow, just message on the app. Now, pour yourself some coffee, get a cinnamon roll from the oven and climb back in bed for a bit. You deserve it, my darling.
Sincerely,
Michael
I considered the note and its request for a moment and then squealed with excitement. My Mr. Darcy was, in fact, Michael Ladd, but he was still as proper and chivalrous as any English elite.
I did exactly what the note said, took my breakfast note, and went back into the bedroom. I snuggled in and promptly pulled out my copy of Pride and Prejudice from the nightstand.
I must have fallen asleep reading because the next thing I knew, the doorbell was ringing. Still in my robe, I rushed to the door, and there stood the courier.
“Ms. O’Donnell?” he asked politely.
“Yes, that’s me,” I responded.
“Excellent! I have several things here for you from Mr. Michael Ladd. If you accept, please sign here.” As I signed his iPad for receipt, he brought in a garment bag and two large, unmarked shopping bags. He took the iPad from me, wishing me a good day, and left me with a treasure trove.
The instant I touched the first bag, a text chimed on my phone, and I jumped at least three feet off the floor! Once I could breathe again, I looked and saw that Michael was asking if I had received all the packages.
Jeez, how does he know these things? It literally just got here! I thought to myself.
I texted back to let him know the packages had just arrived. Michael instructed me to try everything on today to check the fit and to send a photo for him to approve the attire for the event
I typed, “Do I get to know anything about this event we are attending?”
He texted back, “No. Be a good girl, and trust me.”
Well, that was that! Apparently, I didn’t even need to hear him say the words. I could just read them and still have that spontaneous, visceral reaction between my legs. The heat started to build and spread down my thighs and up my pussy walls, deep into my abdomen, causing a deep pang of need. All this, causing my nipples to harden and wetness to run.
It shocked me that I could even get aroused after last night! I was sure I wouldn’t be horny again for at least a week or so, but here I was, yearning to cum in the middle of my living room.
I bet everything here is couture. I better shower before trying anything. Wouldn’t want to get anything dirty! I thought with a coy smile.
I grabbed all the bags and threw them on my bed before hopping in the shower. I washed my hair and bathed, removed the showerhead, and switched it over to what I called the take-care-of-business setting, a strong, pulsing water stream. I sat down on the built-in seat, spread my legs, and let the vigorous, oscillating water take over. Holy shit! I was already so turned on just from his texts, I needed to cum so badly.
As the pounding water hit against my aroused clit, I closed my eyes and thought back to last night. Who would have thought I would like to be handcuffed to a bench in the middle of a park? Not me! But it was the blindfold and the feather that were really ramping up the fire in my core now. With that blindfold on, every kiss, every nibble, every lick was accentuated! And the feather, just a whisper in contrast to every nibble.
Oh, God! I started to moan in the shower, remembering all those sensations. Remembering Michael and I climaxing together in my bed. Feeling his stiff, thick shaft moving in and out of me, I slid my free hand down and pushed two fingers into my tight, yearning pussy.
Oh. My. God! Oh, God! Yes, yes, Michael.
Seeing him in my mind’s eye ramming me hard. Seeing him ravishing me while never breaking his eyes away from mine. The pulsing water on my swollen clit and my fingers mimicking his every thrust.
Yes. Oh God, Yes.
Arching my back, squeezing every muscle in my entire body, and screaming to no one in particular, as I reached that glorious peak
“Fuck!”
I was a bit lightheaded when I stood up, and I reached for the wall to steady myself. I had better hydrate today, giggling to myself. Then I rewashed all the essential areas and climbed out of the shower. I dried off, did my hair and makeup to make sure I could get the whole picture of whatever was in those bags.
My jaw dropped to the floor as I revealed the singular most gorgeous dress I had ever seen. It was an exquisite jade color evening gown, with flower and beadwork on the top, a shear décolleté, cap sleeves, a well-defined waist with a sweeping sash, and a long A-line skirt. I turned the dress around to see the back was entirely open! I nearly cried; it was so beautiful.
After catching my breath, I dove into the other bags. I found Jimmy Choo, Glitter Pump shoes, and a silver Roger Vivier clutch with a diamond clasp. One box devoted to luxurious lingerie. A beautiful black lace bustier, perfectly matched with the fit of the dress, the matching thong, and silky thigh-high stockings with garter belts. Wow! I had never worn anything like this.
The other bag held the final touches, jewelry, a set of lovely silver bangle bracelets, and an exquisite pair of earrings with a diamond at the top and a jade gemstone teardrop below. I said to myself, Do Not lose one before tomorrow. Finally, a charming hair clasp, also with diamonds and jade gemstones. A note read:
I have taken the liberty to make an appointment at your salon for 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. That should give you time to get there from work. They will fix your hair and place the clasp. They will also do your makeup. Take everything else with you, and they will help you get ready. I will pick you up promptly at 7:00 p.m.
Anxiously awaiting tomorrow,
Michael
A small, feminist, indignant thought went through my mind,
How can he think he can just tell me what to wear and make my appointments and blah, blah, blah?
But the thought passed quickly; I wasn’t kidding anyone! I was mesmerized and more than a little turned on again by how he took charge and planned to the smallest detail without being bossy. There was no pretense or arrogance about him, just a calm veracity. Giggling to myself, I thought
He’s kind of like the showerhead; he just takes care of business! Ok, I don’t think I’ll tell him that.
I quickly put on the lingerie, the stocking just as smooth as butter, and the bustier was the perfect fit. Then the dress; how did he know my size? It was perfect! And it is not always easy to fit a curvy woman, but this dress showed off all the right curves and covered up all the ones that I liked to keep hidden.
Next, the shoes and the jewelry. Perfect! And the 4″ heels were not as bad as I thought they were going to be! I put the hair clip in so that he could see it but left my hair down. I took my phone and the clutch out to the hall, where I had a full-length mirror, and snapped some shots of the ensemble.
The text came back immediately. “Jill, that is perfect, and you look so stunning! Even more so than I anticipated. Now take the dress off so I can see how the lingerie fits.”
“Really?” I texted back.
At this, my phone rang. “Jill, I saw you last night,” his voice that deep, smoky sound seeping through the airwaves.
“True, ok. Just a minute.” I hung up the phone.
I took the dress off and snapped shots of me in the lingerie and sent them.
The phone rang again. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “You learn fast, Jill. You are as beautiful as the gems on that jewelry. Never hide that.”
As he spoke these words, his voice permeated the air and fondled every bit of my skin. I felt my body flood with fervor. Heat swept up my face, blushing my cheeks. Fire spread over my breasts, down through the depths of my abdomen, and deep into my tight tunnel. I was a storm of lust. And as I felt my juices draining down my leg, I thought to myself
So much for not soiling this thong.
“My, my, Jill, you are a sexy woman, and this is exactly how I pictured you,” I could hear the impish smile in his voice. For just a moment, he was not the stern businessman. He was just a guy happy to be looking at a sexy woman. And I was proud that it was me.
“Hu-huh” he cleared his throat and continued. “We have dinner reservations at Les Brise Miche; I hope you don’t mind. I have already talked with the chef; he is making us his specialty, and the sommelier will pair the wine. Then we will head to the event.”
“That sounds like you have thought of everything,” I reply, smiling.
“I will see you promptly at 7 p.m. at the salon. Sleep well tonight and have a great day at work tomorrow. I look forward to our evening together.” And with that, he ended the call.
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Work dragged on and on the next day. Usually, Mondays were bustling at the hospital, but today was the exception to the rule. Finally, 4:30 p.m. rolled around, and I raced out the door, arriving at the salon at 5 p.m. on the dot.
I loaded everything inside with me, and I was greeted by five little elves, including my longtime stylist, Ariel.
“Girlfriend, I don’t know where you found this new beau, but we all think he’s a keeper!” they all giggled. “He has set you up today, and we have no time to spare!”
Allana took me first. She waxed everything that needed to be waxed. With everything smooth, Allana passed me to Lisa, who got me comfy in the massaging chair. Lisa and Marci gave me mini versions of a Mani/Pedi, and we chose a deep magenta color to polish things off. It would be great with the jade dress. I was then ushered to the stylist chair, and Ariel expertly styled my hair in a sophisticated updo, adding the hair clasp for a final touch. Lastly, Sharon took over and in no time had my makeup completed in that magnificent done-but-not-overdone look.
“Wow, ladies, you worked fast and did an awesome job!” I exclaim as I look in the mirror.
But Ariel didn’t let me even take a breath. “Let’s get you dressed, beauty!”
In just 15 minutes, my dream team had the lingerie clipped and clasped, the dress on, the shoes on, and all the jewelry in place. They all stepped back, and when the chiffon settled, there was a collective gasp. I took it as a good sign.
It was 6:55 p.m., as they did final touch-ups, we heard the door chime that my date had arrived. I walked out with my team in tow, and there Michael stood in stunned silence.
“Ma belle fille,” he said. “My beautiful girl.”
Oh heavens, if his voice was knee-buckling in English, there were no words to describe it in French.
“One final touch,” Michael pulled a long, velvet box from the breast pocket of his tuxedo and opened it, facing the case to me. It was a double-strand diamond collar necklace with a jade teardrop. I was speechless, but the dream team was squealing behind me. Seeing my stunned silence, Michael took the necklace out and placed it on my neck. Turning me to a mirror, he said, “Ah, perfection!” We thanked the ladies and were off to our adventure.
“Ok, so do I get to know anything about the evening yet?” I pleaded.
Michael turned to me with a coy smile. “Let me first ask you, Jill, you enjoyed Saturday night, correct?”
I blushed, “Yes, very much so.”
“And I kept my word, didn’t I? To protect and respect you while making your wildest dreams come true.” He took my hand and stroked it softly.
“Yes, absolutely,” I whispered, as his touch made my whole body tingle.
“Good. Good. Then I would like us to take the next step in our journey together tonight. Would you like to do that with me?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir, very much so. Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, Jill, I like it when you call me Sir. I will explain more about this later, but if that feels right to you, go ahead. Do what feels natural.”
“Yes, Sir,” I smiled.
“So tonight, we will continue to explore. I will ask you to do things, and if you feel you can, we will proceed, and you will feel amazing. But if you don’t feel that you can, you tell me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Though I had to admit that I was so hypnotized by his voice resonating through my body and his hand stroking mine that I couldn’t imagine saying no to this man.
He pulled his hand away, breaking the spell, and he pulled another small box from his breast pocket. From this, he produced the most petite magic wand vibrator I had ever seen. It was pink and bejeweled at the power button.
“Tonight, we will explore how you react to vibration,” long pause, “while we are out on our date.”
I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because he chuckled at me. He turned the mini wand to the lowest position and placed it against my arm.
“Don’t fret, lovely. Tonight, you will control the device, but that will change later. And I want you to feel the sensations before we are in public. So here is level one. Level two. Level three.” And he clicked the toy to each setting of the device. “Jill, you should breathe now.”
I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and took another few breaths. I had never really been one to play with these types of toys and certainly not in public. Shit, was I really going to do this?
The car pulled up to the restaurant, and Michael looked at me, “Jill, are you ready to spend the evening with me? If not, the car can take you home right now. It’s your decision.”
I stared out the window a moment considering, looked back at Michael, dropped the toy in my clutch, and said, “Let’s go, I’m starving!”
We were seated immediately; our wine was decanted, and the waiter said he would let the chef know we were here. As Michael poured our wine, he said, “Time for your first go. Lift the skirt of your dress under the table and turn the toy to level one.”
There were butterflies in my stomach, but I had already committed. So, I pulled the wand out of my clutch and did as I was told. As soon as the vibration hit my clit I nearly jumped out of the chair. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. Apparently, I was a little more turned on than I knew.
“It’s exciting that we are the only ones that know how badly you want to cum for me, isn’t it? That only we know how your clit is swelling up with excitement and pushing you up the hill towards climax. Isn’t it Jill?”
“Mmhmm,” I squeaked.
“Yes, of course, it is,” his honey-thick voice reached me across the table and wrapped me in his sensual tones.
“It feels a little naughty, doesn’t it, and I think you like that, Jill?” and just then, the waiter returned with our basket of bread, asking if we would like anything besides the wine to drink.
“Jill, would you like anything else to drink, darling?” he asked me, nearly laughing.
“Nope, nope, I’m good.” I strained to get the words out without screaming to the whole restaurant how close I was to cumming.
“Now turn it off!” He said flatly as the waiter walked away. My eyes flew open. “Now, Jill, turn it off.”
“Yes, Sir,” and I wilted as I turned it off.
“Good girl,” a gleam in his eye.
Our food came, and it was divine, despite the interludes of maddening pleasure spent with the wand against my swollen button. Michael picked a different level each time.
“Darling, your face is beautiful as you move towards ecstasy. That is how I know when to stop you. You have a particular way you hold your mouth just before you are ready to cum; a tell of sorts. I bet you are a terrible poker player.”
Michael kissed me deeply in the car as he raised my dress, unsnapped the garters, and slid the thong down, which was thoroughly soaked. He folded it neatly and put it in his breast pocket, saying, “I’ll hold onto these.”
He leaned down and began to lick up my left thigh. I threw my head back and slid forward, giving him better access to my yearning, dewy lips. He licked up and down my velvet crease making me moan like a banshee, then his tongue slid deeper and twisted around and around my clit that was still vibrating from the multiple sessions with the magic wand. I grabbed his head in my hands, begging him not to stop his assault, needing to orgasm as much as I needed to breathe.
I pushed up against his tongue as he circled this way and that, the now familiar tightening built from deep within me. I screamed, “Please don’t stop!”
Within seconds, a volcano exploded deep within me, ripping me apart to let my hot lava flow, and flow, and flow. Surge after surge of orgasm like I have never known took over my body, and all I could do was ride it out. Michael sat back and watched my body writhe in pleasure and listened to my song of unabashed delight.
When I finally came down from the ride, panting, he kissed me gently and said, “Are we getting close to your wildest dreams?”
“Uh-huh,” is all I could manage to get out. He snapped up my stockings and pulled me close for the last few minutes of the ride to our destination.
“Jill, it only gets better tonight. Trust me,” he said as he ushered me out of the car and through glass doors where the crowd turned and applauded at our entrance.
He waved casually and stepped up as the crowd quieted. “Thank you all for coming to our opening tonight. I am not the guest of honor; I was just able to provide the space for us to gather here and take in the work of our guest of honor, Ms. Olivia Bee. Please enjoy her fabulous photography, I believe she will be winning every award very soon, and we can say we knew her when. Enjoy all!”
As we stepped into the crowd, I whispered, “You own an art gallery?”
“I own several things, Jill, and one of them is an art gallery.” He moved effortlessly to greeting friends and patrons and introduced me as his guest. At a break in the introductions, Michael pulled me to the side and nodded to a door.
“That is the ladies’ room. Go into a stall, turn it on level two. I am timing you. If you are not back here in four minutes, there will be punishment later tonight.” There was no joking in his eyes. “And Jill, do not cum.”
I checked my watch, headed into the ladies room, and quickly went into the stall. I raised my dress and pushed the magic wand between my lips. I gasped loudly, and I heard a snicker in the stall next to me. I thought
Fuck, I want to cum so bad. How would he know? On the other hand, he has everything in perfect order. He would know.
I checked my watch, and as much as I wanted to keep going, I shut it off and exited the stall. As I washed my hands quickly, the other stall door opened, and the woman smiled at me knowingly as I walked back out into the hall.
Michael was there, waiting. “Good girl. Just in time. And I can tell by the anxious flit in your face that you didn’t cum. Excellent work, my darling.”
Again, these bathroom interludes occurred several times throughout the evening. Each time a different level, different length of time, but always the instruction not to cum.
His praise only added to the excitement quaking in my swollen pussy clear up to my hardened nipples. I drank champagne and ate canapes. I chatted about the stock market and charities and other things I had no clue about, but I faked it well. All the while thinking of how badly I wanted Michael to just lean me over one of these benches and fuck me so hard I would have bruises tomorrow.
He must have sensed my sex calling to him, or maybe it was the pheromones, but there he was at my elbow, excusing me before I volunteered to save the whales. He pulled me to a narrow space behind one of the display walls. He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Suck my cock.”
“What? Here? Out here in the open? Someone could see us?” I stammered.
“Yes, and? Jill, isn’t that part of the excitement? Now, suck my cock.” He repeated.
He wasn’t wrong. God, I really couldn’t refuse him. I wanted to do this. I knelt, unzipped his pants, and his already hard prick jumped out, ready to be sucked. As I massaged his rather large, fat dick with my hand, I ran my tongue around his cock head, tasting the first drops of pre-cum from his slit. Then I wrapped my lips around his member and sucked him down into my mouth, slowly but hard, my cheeks sucked in tight. I heard him moan in delight. I sucked him clear into my mouth till my lips hit his pelvis, and I held him there, swirling my tongue around and around his girth within my mouth and sucking him like my own personal bottle. I slid him back out, paused a moment, then sucked him in hard and fast time. I kept pulling him in and out. Harder and faster. Looking up to meet his eyes, I grabbed the base with my hand, so I was pumping him in time with my sucking. I heard a deep guttural moan, and then he grabbed my head and pushed me away.
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” I was dumbfounded.
“No, darling, this night is about restraint for me too.” He pulled me up to face him and kissed me hard, our tongues smashing into each other with desire. Woven and entangled together, as he held my head in his hands. “Jill, have you heard of edging?”
“No,” I shook my head.
“Well, that is what we have been doing tonight. Pushing ourselves to the limit, closing in towards climax over and over, so that when we do orgasm, it is all the better. Just like you found out in the car.” Oh, now it made more sense to me.
The night progressed much like this. Slipping away to a dark corner for oral foreplay, bathroom time with my new favorite wand, or even just dirty talk in the middle of a crowd of people. As the last patron left the showing, Michael thanked the staff and told them to go home and clean up tomorrow. He locked the door behind them and turned off most of the lights. Someone walking by could still peer in and see the front of the gallery.
Then he walked up behind me, unbuttoned my gown, and it slipped down, leaving me only in my lingerie and heels. He undressed while staring at me.
“You have lust in your eyes, Jill. What have you been thinking of tonight?” that voice pouring over me like melted milk chocolate ready to satisfy my sweet tooth.
“I thought of you taking me here,” and I pointed to the bench.
“Good girl. Because that is exactly what I am going to do.” Once he was naked, he pushed me roughly over the bench and rubbed his hard cock between my legs. As I looked back at him, I saw two figures at the window looking in, and I knew they could see us.
“Michael,” I started to point them out.
“Yes, if they want to watch, we will let them. They will see just how beautiful you are and how much I love ravishing you. Don’t worry; they can’t see your face, just your figure.”
Then he spread my cheeks wide and pushed deep into my tunnel, spreading my walls to meet the demand of his thickness. We both moaned together, and I forgot about our audience. He pushed through, slowly but deeply, all the way into me, till it felt like he was coming out the other side. As he held in me deep, he spanked my ass hard. I screamed, not expecting the pain that vibrated through my body. And again, he smacked my ass so hard I thought I might cry. But as he spanked me again and again, with his thick cock filling my pussy. The pain turned to tingle and then to pleasure. My screaming turned to moan; with that, he began to pulse in and out of me. Slowly at first, then he grabbed ahold of my hips and picked up the pace, ramming and pounding me just like I pictured earlier in the evening.
“Yes, Michael, yes! Oh God, yes!” I moaned. “Please. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop until you are full of my hot steaming seed Jill. And you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, but you will love it.” They weren’t so much words, as they were more of a growl as his fingers dug into my fleshy hips and pulled me back onto him harder and harder.
I held onto the bench hard as we rocked back and forth, my nipples rubbing raw on the fabric, but I didn’t care. I could feel his cock harden a bit more and my cunt walls constrict.
“Fuck, Michael, I’m gonna…” I didn’t even get the words out before I exploded, drenching him in my juices, while at the same time I felt rope after rope of his hot cum hitting me deep against my cervix. He kept pumping till every drop was inside me. Then we both collapsed, smiling but exhausted.
He looked at the smile on my face and said, “See, I told you to trust me.” And he winked at me. “Now, let’s go home. We will get the blindfold and the handcuffs out and see how long it takes to wear out the battery in that wand!”
To be continued in Part 4
