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Kirstie's Tale Chapter 12: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 4, Obey Me
My breath hitching, I stand still, my body beginning to tremble."I have plans for this evening," he continues, "and I expect you to obey me. Are you going to obey me?"I nod, a hot flush rising up my neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment.There is a rustling behind me; a soft sound, just on the edge of hearing. His mouth still close by my ear, he murmurs, "I'm going to blindfold you now..." He pauses. "... Yes?""Yes." My tremble increases, and as something soft and satiny winds around my eyes, Ryan stands close enough against me that he must be able to feel the quiver of my flesh against him.The cloth binds around my face, and his fingers pass upwards from chin to forehead, brushing the silk back from my nose. "Alright? Not too tight? You can breathe?"Dumbly, I nod. The blindfold has not completely obscured the light. I cannot see, but a kind of textured half-light, deeply red, penetrates through.Still pressed against me, he holds me by the shoulders, nibbli
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 13: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 5, Silent
"Are you going to be quiet? Or do I really have to hurt you? I wonder how much pain you enjoy?"My pussy convulses, gushing hot, leaving me slick between my thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want to wail out my arousal, but...His body slides down mine, the heat of his breath traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my thighs. He must be kneeling in front of me."If you can't stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself."Reaching through my semi-light to where I think Ryan's head must be, I feel down towards his shoulders. My stance is now more stable, but my knees want to buckle...... and as his tongue laps inwards to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping me at the hip and stabilising me again."I think, Madam," he says, "that we shall rearrange you, to avoid any more of these outbursts."His hand takes mine, leading
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 14: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 6, Good?
My hands thrashing, I try to seize something, fingers clutching at the bedcovers as though I need to hang onto the world in some erotically driven fear of falling. Enraptured, I lurch and buck as orgasm runs amok through me...And as the wash of climax laps away, Ryan standing behind me, there is a rustling and a movement, the sound of tearing foil and a pause...Then his cock rams into me, slamming home, banging against my inner walls. Again, I scream, but now it is the howl of satisfaction, of being taken by this man who, barely knowing me, yet understands me so well.He is rock hard and huge, his shaft stretching me open as he rides me hard. I rock with his rhythm, swinging to meet his movements as his hips collide into mine, our bodies moving together, in the two that is one.His breathing turns to gasping and there is the drip of hot sweat onto my back. His fingernails bite into my hips and... with a grunt, he presses tight against me, his hips rotating. Filling me comp
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 15: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 7, James
His mouth twitches. "Ah yes, Kirstie. Of course. I'll remember that. Are you new here? I don't recall seeing you on the desk before.""Yes, I just started. I'm still learning the ropes... Er... Are you waiting for someone, um... Sir? Can I get you a coffee while you wait?""No, I have an appointment. But thank you for asking. Are you enjoying the job?""Oh, yes. It's great. Much better than what I was doing before.""I'm pleased to hear it. Well, good luck with it."He lapses into silence, and we share one of those awkward pauses of near-strangers who don't really have anything to say to each other.I try, surreptitiously, to decide the status of this previously encountered Dom. He's wearing a ring on his left hand.You didn't have that either when last we met."I've um... I've not seen you and your friend... out and about... recently. The blond guy; is he alright?" I say.Now, he's definitely hiding a smile. "Yes, he's fine. He got married recently.""Ah... Shame..
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 16: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 8, Charlotte
"That's very sweet of you. Does she know you're coming? Should I call her for you?""Yes, could you give her a buzz for me. Just tell her that Ben's here for her. It's Mrs Summerford, extension 4528."I call upstairs, to be answered by a young woman's voice."Hello, is that Mrs Summerford? It's Kirstie down in Reception. Your brother-in-law's here for you.""Thanks. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."Ben leans over my desk. "So, when can I see you again?"Now how do I get out of this?I shouldn't have told him about where I was working...I settle for prevarication. "Um, I'm busy tonight...""Tomorrow?""Not sure. I think I need to visit my sister. She's a bit upset about her current boyfriend. I think she wants a girl-to-girl..."... The elevator doors swish open and a young woman exits. It's the redhead that accompanied James Alexanders.She still looks great, casually dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, her long ponytail swinging. "Hi, Champ," Ben calls
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 17: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 9, Pressure?
... "I wanted to pass something by you, but if you don't like it, then that's fine. I want you to ignore it.""Alright... But what are we talking about?"He swallows hard. "I realise that we barely know each other, but the thing is, I would like to know you better..." Where's this going?"And I know that you said at the start, very clearly, that you didn't want to be 'tied at the hip'... And that's what I wanted too... then... The thing is... that although my work involves a lot of travelling and my er... base is out west, it doesn't need to be. My apartment is only rented and so long as I have good road access and an internet connection, it really doesn't matter where I live...""So...?""So, I could get an apartment here, in the City and we could see each other more regularly, and for me, more easily. How... would you feel about that?"His expression is a mixture of hope, caution, and worry. I don't reply immediately. As the silence stretches out, worry takes over. "Fo
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 18: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 10, You Can...
... Pushing me down at the shoulders, he seizes my wrists, pulling them behind me, leaving me to flop down onto my chest, face pressed sideways against the duvet. Holding my wrists, once more he plunges into me, this time with his cock. I expect him to ram into me, but now he changes pace. He thrusts, but slowly; penetrating entirely, forcing himself all the way inside me, then withdrawing completely. As he enters me, the bulging head of his cock squeezes past the inner muscle ring and his thick shaft drives it gradually and inexorably home.I'm still seeing stars, racked by my previous climax, but as he circles my wrists with one hand to release the other, he reaches to manipulate my clit. Almost with despair, I realise that he intends to wring another orgasm from me."God, Ryan. I can't...""You can. You're going to," he replies quietly.He twists his hips, aiming his erection at my g-spot and I judder and moan as my pussy vibrates and clenches. Quaking and quivering, lost
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 19: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 11, Michael
"She's very pretty isn't she?""Er, I suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She's a bit er... ginger for me."I burst out laughing. "You don't like redheads?"His eyes slide sideways. "I prefer brunettes."*****The front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered and strappingly built.My heart sinks as I recognise him.Oh, God. It's him...It's James Alexanders' friend from the Club. Am I going to be seeing them both here?This could be embarrassing.He barely looks at me, his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for the elevator.Almost at the doors, he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me, brow furrowed.He pauses. "Sorry to seem rude, but do we know each other?""Um... yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with your friend, James."He stares blankly at me for a moment, then his face clears. With the most charming of smi
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Kirstie's Tale Chapter 50: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 13, Kirstie's Dom... Kirstie's Lover
The cursor whirls across the screen, capturing imagery, clicking as it goes.Ye gods, but James knows what he's doing...Then I smile wryly to myself. You don't get to be Technical Director of a multi-billion corporation by being incompetent.Like he said... there's a reason he has the job...So, what now?*****"Could we stay in tonight? Just you and me? Get takeaway food perhaps?""Sounds good," murmurs Ryan. "I'd like to have you all to myself."He holds me in his arms and we dance to the lovely music washing through the air.As we sway around the room, my face pressed close to his chest, I inhale the sweet perfume of my... my what? My Master? My Dom certainly. My Lover too?The moment feels trapped in time, one of those endless moments where precious seconds are captured and preserved, held forever in the heart.Does he feel it too?He kisses my cheek, then my forehead. "Kirstie...""Mmmm...?" "I know you love the excitement and the thrill... and so
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 49: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 12, Spy
James raises his brows. "My apologies, Kirstie. I meant no offence. Of course, you buy what you can afford. But in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to have the equipment to match the job. I assume you have no objection to a phone upgrade?""Er, no..."???"I didn't think so. I'll get something ordered for you with a decent camera and a lot more memory. I'd like to look at the laptop you're using too. What model is it?""Um, I've no idea. It's just what was being used on the desk when I started the job, to book visitors in and out.""Alright, I'll take a look at it when I'm passing through... Um, no, on second thoughts, it would look a bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk..." He stands, opens the door, calling out. "Francis, could you pop down to the lobby please and bring up Kirstie's laptop for me..."Five minutes later, there is a tap on the door: Francis, looking at me curiously, the lobby laptop in hand."Thanks, Franc
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 48: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 11, James' Gratitude
Haswell breaks in, speaking slowly, thoughtfully. "It is worth pointing out that James' 'eternal gratitude' could be worth quite a lot to Kirstie. He's in a position to do her a lot of favours. And you..." He nods down at the documents, lying ignored by Ryan's hand."I don't give a fuck about James' favours," spits Ryan. "What is this? Some kind of conspiracy? If you think I'm going to be bribed into allowing you to endanger her..."James holds up a hand, interrupting him. "Ryan, I would say exactly the same were our positions reversed. I give you my word that I am not getting Kirstie involved. I am simply asking that she does exactly what she is already doing as a normal part of her job; watching the comings and goings of the Haswell Offices. The only addition is that I have requested that she reports directly to me."Ryan stares at the floor, arms folded. "And what does that involve? This 'reporting'?""She simply hits a button under the counter of her desk, and it sends an a
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 47: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 10, Meeting The Haswells
Richard Haswell is not aggressive or pompous with it though. In my experience, men who behave like that are invariably wannabe Alphas. Haswell carries himself like a lord, with an easy authority that cuts the air. He wears wealth and power like a mantle, unconsciously and taking the two entirely for granted. His manner is courteous and natural.If you can walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch...James waves me forward. "Richard, this is Kirstie Jamieson, who recently started as concierge in the main building reception. I was telling you about her the other day if you recall... and this is her..." he pauses, ever so briefly, "... partner, Ryan Dougherty, who I invited here today to discuss a possible tender in which he may be interested. Kirstie, Ryan, this is Richard Haswell, CEO of the Haswell corporation, and his wife Elizabeth.""Nice to meet you Mr Haswell, Mrs Haswell..." I hold out my hand to shake, as does Ryan, but as I set eyes on Elizabeth Haswell, I double-take b
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 46: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 9, Redbreast!
He continues to ease in, gradually in and out, his thick shaft inside me."Redbreast, Ryan. Redbreast!"He pauses, withdraws. "Really? You really want me to stop?""Yes.""Why? Am I hurting you?""No," I confess."So, I'm not hurting you, and I don't believe that you are not enjoying this. You like what I do to you. So, my only answer is that you are getting cold feet. I thought you had more nerve than this, Kirstie."A woman who bottles out at her first test is no good to me. You asked me to dominate you. And now, when I do, you argue and tell me to stop. You brought me into this, Kirstie, and I find that I have acquired a taste for Domination. And I want you to submit to me and to enjoy doing it. So... are you going to submit? Or, are you standing by your safe word?" There is contempt and... disappointment in his voice.I lie, panting, trembling from my own disquiet, and the vibe working inside me. My body aches for orgasm...... I don't answer."Very well then,"
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 45: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 8, Pesto and Spaghetti
And with that, his hand pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing at my g-spot.All but disabled by the earthquake in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to swallow long strands of spaghetti."That's it. Enjoy your food, but I want you good and expectant for later when I get my cock inside you."It's not going to take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake and jerk and he smiles edge-ways at me.He leans in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while "You're still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the main course soon."And with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen napkin.He dabs at his mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. "You're drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How'
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 44: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 7, Open Up
"Open up," he murmurs.I swallow, looking around, but the sea of faces is aimed squarely at the stage. "Are you going to do as you're told?" he says, not looking at me at all, his attention apparently on the stage."Here?""Yes, here. Open up."Easing my thighs apart, despite my nerves, my pussy glows, growing loose and moist. His hand covered by my cardigan, Ryan's fingers glide up and in, sliding inside my panties, weaving through warm, damp curls and further.His eyes still looking straight ahead, "Yes, gratifyingly wet there. Good girl. That's how I want you." A finger advances further, probing my pussy lips, skimming my clit. Struggling to keep my gasping silent, juddering as I struggle for self-control; in my peripheral vision, Ryan is suppressing a smile as he makes relentless spirals of my hardening nub.His voice is low but distinct. "I'd finger-fuck you, but I think the movement would show, so for now, I'll settle for this...""Ryan...""Shhh... You'll d
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 43: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 6, Why?
James pauses, letting that sink in.Weighing up my reaction?"But..." I stammer. "But everyone thought that was a terrorist attack or an attempt at ransom. That's what the news reports said."He arches his brows. "The full details of that... incident... were not released to the news agencies, and I think that people who commit such acts could be called terrorists, don't you?"I drain my cup and sit, staring at the dregs. James takes the cup from my hand, refills it and pushes it back into my hand.Sipping my coffee again, "So, the people you are watching for are dangerous then?""Oh, yes, very dangerous." He leans forwards, touches my hand, "Don't misunderstand, Kirstie. I am not asking you to get involved. I wouldn't do that. It would be grossly unfair of me. But since you are doing the job you are anyway, I thought I'd speak with you; sound you out."What's this all about?"Why would anyone want to hurt Charlotte? She's such a nice person, at least when people aren't
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 42: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 5, James' Proposal
"Really?""Yes, really. I liked the way you dealt the situation out on the street the other day, and Ben in the downstairs lobby; even, dare I say it, the situation when Ben dragged you to our home, although I'll admit, that's with the benefit of hindsight."I flush. "You didn't seem very impressed at the time."He rolls his eyes ceiling-ward. "Yes, I've never apologised for that, have I...""I don't think you have a lot to apologise for, Sir. I feel terrible about it...""Well, get over it. It's in the past. I want to talk about where we go from here. It seems to me that you handle yourself rather well in awkward situations and that being the case, I have a favour to ask of you."What's he talking about?"Right... what is this favour?"Perhaps I look suspicious. For a moment, he meets my eyes, his gaze level, expressionless; then he says, "Don't misunderstand my motives, Kirstie. I'm not about to go dipping my nib in the office ink. It would be horribly unprofessional
