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Kirstie's Tale Chapter 3: A Dream Of White Horses, Part 3, Freaks?
"You can ask.""Is Debbie really your name?""No, of course not. On a dating site like that, do you think I'm going to hand out my details to anyone before I've had a chance to meet up and eyeball them?""Very sensible. It's quite dangerous doing what you're doing, especially for a woman.""I'm careful. I follow the rules. No name. No address. Meet in a public place...""I'm pleased to hear it. Have you encountered any...?" He hesitates."Freaks? Looneys? Yes, a few. Most of them I manage to weed out at the e-mail and messaging stage. Only one got past my first defences so that so that I actually met him..."He looks intrigued. "Really? And...""We'd talked on the phone a couple of times before we agreed on a date. He had a beautiful speaking voice, all honey and cream. Y'know, a Richard Burton, or Morgan Freeman, or Alan Rickman kind of voice. But when I met him, I knew instantly that there was something wrong..."He cocks his head. "Instantly? How?""It's hard to
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 4: A Dream Of White Horses, Part 4, Coffee?
Ryan eyes me speculatively. "Without wishing to seem pushy, did you have any plans for later this evening?""Not at all. I wanted to see how this worked out."A smile plays over his lips. "Rather well so far as I can see... Can I offer you... coffee... back at my hotel?"*****And so, not for the first time, I enter a stranger's hotel room. This is where I find out if he's really what he appears to be.A nervous tingle runs down my spine, the doubt of the unknown; the knowledge that, just possibly, I have misjudged and this man is... a crackpot, a loony, a weirdo...And of course, the doubt is part of the thrill... "When did you book this room?" I ask."I'm staying here anyway. I wasn't making assumptions. As I told you, I travel for my work and I use this hotel regularly.""Ah..."He hangs his jacket neatly over a chair, then dims the lights"Would you actually like some coffee? Or would you prefer wine?" he asks. "It's always a little embarrassing, isn't it? Th
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 5: A Dream Of White Horses, Part 5, The Hotel
Ryan cocks an eyebrow. "It suits you better. You didn't really look like a 'Debbie' to me. That's a 'pretty' name." He clambers over me, hovering on all fours, straddling my quivering body. "I'll rephrase it then. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, Kirstie."He kneels up, still straddling my legs. "So, you like being dominated... Do as you're told then." He cocks his head to my panties. "Show me.""Show you what?""You know what. Let me see what I'm going to fuck. Give me a show.""You want me to...?""Do as you're told." He looks down at my crotch. "If I thought seduction was what you wanted, I'd go for it. But you don't. I can see from here that you're dripping. And if you wanted to be coy, you should have worn black. Now..." he traces a finger over the dark stain on the crotch of my panties, then, pulling the satin to one side, slips it inside. "So, if you want me to fuck you, show me what you've got."He's not smiling anymore. Instead, his gaze alternates between my eyes a
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 6: A Dream Of White Horses, Part 6, On Your Knees
He's looking down on me now, supporting himself on strong arms as he plunges inside me, ram-rodding home. Sweat running down his forehead, he smells of musk and sex. His dark eyes squeezing shut, he bites his lip, then, with a gasp, withdraws.Hovering over me again, "I'm going to face-fuck you now. Do I straddle you, I wonder? Feed myself to you here on the bed? Or do I get you on your knees?"He drops to take a nipple into his mouth, pulling it with his teeth, nipping, hard enough to make me yelp and buck."On your knees, Kirstie."He stands and I kneel in front of him. Seizing my hair, he pushes his cock, glistening with my juices, against my lips. "Lick me clean," he mutters. "From head to balls. Lick me clean."Compliantly, I glide my lips and mouth the length of his shaft, tonguing away the slick juices. But he is flowing now; a steady trickle of pre-cum that draws into sticky threads, glutinous over my lips and mouth. I wipe over the rim and the silky skin of the head,
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 7: A Dream Of White Horses, Part 7, Ben
I shake my head. "It was bright sunshine when I left home. Didn't think I needed anything else.""I've got a clean pullover in the car. Back in a jiffy..." He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his hair wet but carrying a sweater.Thrusting it at me, "Get that on you. There's a bathroom out at the back to change."It feels a bit odd, accepting clothes from a near stranger, but I'm in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my top half is warm and I do feel much better.The sweater is not a good fit and would easily accommodate another one of me inside. I'd not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is, or for that matter, how much taller he is than me.A bit self-consciously, I return to the bar. He eyes me, mouth puckering. "Not exactly a fashion statement, is it?""Thanks very much. I owe you one." I say, pushing the sleeves up past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. "I r
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 8: A Dream Of White Horses, Part 8, Off Dating?
What should I say?"I've been off the whole dating thing. Didn't want to get involved."He arches a brow. "This is your first date since then?""My first date, yes."Change the subject..."And there's no 'Mrs Ben' either, I guess?""Nope. There was, but it turned out that she preferred my best friend to me." He looks away, his mouth twisting."Yeah... that would do it too.""Shall we talk about something else?""Good idea."Take it easy. No hopping into bed on the first night with this one...He winds spaghetti around his fork, visibly casting for a new topic."So, four dogs? That's a lot. All rescues? They look a mixed bag.""Yes, 'The Long, The Short and The Tall' aren't they? It's not what I intended, but you can't turn your back on them can you?""No, you can't. Scruffy's a rescue too, or at least I assume so. I was out jogging on the beach one day and he just joined me; ran all the way up and down the front, right by my side. There was no-one in sight,
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 9: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 1, Chocolate and Sour Cherry?
Perhaps I'm not being fair to you. You want something you're never going to get from me.But... You're nice...... Is 'nice' what I want?We wander along the beach again, eating cornets, licking away the dripping edges."So, what is it you do?" he asks. "For a living, I mean? If you don't mind me asking?""I don't mind at all. I was a pastry chef. I know it's one of those dream jobs for a lot of people, but I hated it. I'm starting a new job in a couple of days.""Something different?""Completely different. I'm being taken on as a concierge in one of the office blocks in the new part of town.""That's certainly a change. Which offices?""The new Haswell Building. You know, the one that went up so quickly after the old headquarters got burned down.""Nice place," he comments. "My sister-in-law works there. What made you pick that one?""It's the sort of thing I enjoy doing. I'll be on their front desk, so I'll be seeing people all the time. And the company has a g
Kirstie's Tale Chapter 10: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 2, Vanilla...
His hand hovers below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. "Kirstie?" His voice is rough, almost gravelly."Yes," I say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it against my flesh.His fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. "God, but I want you."The sheer intensity of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my bed and inside me.He slips his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance into my eyes...Asking permission?... he starts to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra with the other.The room is coolish, and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he
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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
