"Hello, Mr Alexanders...""Kirstie, we discussed this before. We're not at work now. It's James...""Hello, James. Michael here was just telling me how you saved Charlotte's life..."His eyes roll sideways. "I thought we agreed not to advertise that..." he mutters.Michael's grin is unrepentant. "We agreed not to advertise it unnecessarily. Sometimes it is appropriate.""Like when?""Like when Marcie gets disparaging about my best friend and risks my wife punching her teeth out."James frowns. "Have I missed something?"I'm saved from answering. Ryan appears at the door. "He's here then?" says Michael."Sorry?""No woman smiles like that at the arrival of a random stranger." His words are calm, but his eyes are smiling.I blush.Oh, God. I just blew off your brother..."Kirstie, it's alright." He touches my hand; the briefest of glancing touches. "Ben's a good man, even if it doesn't look that way to you right now. But he's not the right man for you."The
"It's all a bit... public," says Ryan. "Are we expected to...""Only if you want to. Plenty of people get off on exhibitionism. And a lot enjoy voyeurism.""And you? Have you... done these things?""Yes, I've done them. But only with other people who also enjoyed it."Realisation washes across his face. "Is that how you know James and Michael? You and they...?"Oh, crap.Is this it?Might as well be truthful. He's bound to find out sooner or later..."Yes, once."He chews the thought over. "Once? They weren't your... lovers?""No, they're a couple of nice guys that I had sex with, once.""And what am I? Another nice guy you have sex with?"Now there is a challenge in his eye, and for the first time, I know in my heart of hearts that I want this man to be more than that."No," I say. "It started out that way. You know it did... the way we met. But you're more to me now." I wait for his response... which doesn't come.Anxiety snatches at my gut. "How do you fe
"I can, Kirstie," he says calmly. "I think I can do whatever I want with you."Whimpering, vibrating with the desire for climax, I say nothing. "Do you want to come, Kirstie?" I nod, my face still pressed against the sheets."I thought so. I'll let you come in a while if you ask me nicely.""Please, let me come...""Mmmm... you want me to give you an orgasm... like this?" Fingertips play over my swollen clit. Hypersensitive now, I groan as he plays with the quivering nub. Slick and wet with my own juices, his skin slips over mine, sending pleasure rippling through me. Almost immediately, my climax rises again and I arch and strain, shuddering against the welling pressure inside me.And as I hover, brinking on my climax, once more, the fingers withdraw. and this time, there is a Slap! against my buttocks. I yelp against the sting. It's not truly painful, but contrasting sharply with my sizzling rise to climax, it sends shockwaves vibrating through me.Oh, God..."Ryan,
And he falls silent.Waiting for my response?"That's good," I say, "because I don't want to share you either."He smiles and sits back, sipping his wine, his expression thoughtful."Tell me about 'redbreast' and 'ravens'," he says. "I expected you to simply give me 'yellow' and 'red' or something similar. It sounds as though there is a story behind the two words.""It's from when I was a little girl," I say. "There were ravens at the bottom of our garden, and when I was small, they seemed so huge.""You were frightened of them?""Yes. They felt like monsters from some fairy tale to me.""And redbreast?""The other bird I always saw in the garden was a robin. He used to follow my father around when he was digging the ground. Dad would toss worms and leather-jackets to him. He was a friendly little thing. I loved him, and I always put out food and water for him in the winter. He was a sort of childhood friend."Ryan nods. "Nice story." he smiles.I shiver a little,
He strips me.Whereas previously he has undressed me slowly, now I am almost unwrapped. My dress is a simple knitted jersey, skin-tight and clingy, showing my curves. He smiles appreciatively, running his hands over my contours, over my neck and chest. He slides his hands down to the hem, then tugs upwards, peeling it up and off me, leaving me in bra, panties and shoes.And my body reacts to his mock-violence; I'm liquid and warm inside, readying for him."Do you trust me, Kirstie?"My heart begins to pound. "Trust you? Why do I need to trust you?"He smiles, clicks open his briefcase and produces silk rope, soft, pliable and, as he trails it over my skin, with a silky, sensual texture. "Are you willing to let me restrain you? To bind you? I did it before with my tie, but not properly. You don't know me very well. Are you happy for me to do that?"Am I?Do I trust him?I do..."Yes, I think I am.""Good." He kisses the nape of my neck, then roughly, I am scooped up,
He pulls away, freeing my mouth, stroking his shaft as he speaks. "Tell me why you want me to behave this way with you. Why do you enjoy it so much?""Don't you like it? I thought you did?""I love it," he says, "but I want to understand why you do?""Sometimes... Sometimes... just the feeling of giving up control is the best feeling in the world. Out there... in 'real life', whatever that means, I have to look after everything, work, earn money, pay the rent, look after my dogs. When I can give up control, all that goes away, and the only thing left is the sheer sensation of..."Of fucking?""Yes."He moves closer, the sweetness of his breathing bathing my face. "Of making love...?""Yes," I whisper."You don't want me to do it in public though?""No, I want to see your gentle side in public. It makes me weak at the knees.""And in private?""You make me wet.""Good, I want you wet tonight... and tomorrow...""Tomorrow?""I want you walking bow-legged."A
"I want to talk to you," he say. "And I'm returning your bag. It was in my car that evening up at Michael's place.""Yes, when you abandoned me and left me without even the money for a taxi. I'd have been in real trouble if Michael weren't a very decent man."I snatch the proffered bag from his hand. "And you can't talk to me here. Even if I thought I had anything to discuss with you, I have no authority to let you into the building. So, please go, you can see I've got my hands full, can't you."His gaze finally transfers to the sobbing Erin in my arms."Why's she crying? What's wrong?""As you already know, Erin's broken up with her boyfriend. And, as you can see, she's very upset. I simply can't handle my job, her and you all at the same time. Now Ben, please leave. If anyone sees that I'm letting you stay here, I'm risking my job.""Too late." comes a voice from behind me, grit in the tone.I startle and swivel to face the lean-faced James, looking down at me, his expr
Ben speaks slowly, almost slurring his words.He's humiliated...... But he's doing it anyway..."I spoke with Kirstie a few days ago. She didn't want to talk to me, gave me a real piece of her mind..." James side-glances me then returns his attention to Ben. "She told me that, well, all of you are volunteers in what you're doing and that's it's really none of my business and... that I should apologise to you."James pauses, digesting his words. "It's not me who needs the apology, Ben. I can understand why you felt the need to defend your brother. But Charlotte is a different matter.""I know, I know. Is she here? I'll talk to her while you're present if you would prefer that. I'm guessing that you don't want to leave me alone in her company...""You are quite correct there," says James. "Kirstie, can you call Charlotte, please. I believe you will find she is in her own office, extension 4528."Back at my desk, I tap the number, "Um, Charlotte, it's Kirstie here from the