in another life. I’d never expect that kind of relationship from you. I’ll understand if you want to walk away now!’
‘I don’t want to be spanked, ever.’ She answered simply, keeping her eyes firmly on her plate.
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Taylor spent the afternoon with the youths. She played pool, chatted and discussed hopes and dreams for the future, with optimistic youths. What David and Alan were doing was inspirational, and a great big flaming secret. She thought it would be better out in the open, but they had their reasons, and it wasn’t really any of her business. She knew it was a privilege to have been invited at all.
Her fears about David began to evaporate, as she understood that people can change. People do change. Kevin was right. David Burton was a good man.
She watched his body language, while he mixed effortlessly with a group of boys. He seemed to fit in here as easily as he did in the swanky office she’d interviewed him in.
‘It’s time to go.’ David idled up behind her, as the time wore into early evening. ‘Stephen will take you home.’
Lowering her eyes, she spoke quietly, but decisively. ‘I’d rather you took me home.’ When he didn’t answer immediately, she lifted her eyes, seeing the torment in his.
Instantly feeling rejected, she backtracked. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have presumed. Your forty eight hours are up. Of course I’ll go with Stephen.’ She turned to go, hoping she could leave without crying. She seemed to have cried an awful lot in the few days that she’d known him.
‘Wait.’ He slipped an arm round her waist to pull her back. ‘It’s me who should be sorry. I thought I’d blown it. I’ll take you home.’
He smoothed a stray hair from her eyes. Her body tingled with anticipation. He’d raised her expectations so much in the last few days. At the beginning, she’d thought it was just sex, but now she knew it was more. Much more.
The fire in her belly threatened to explode as she watched him drive. The movement of his hand over the gear stick ignited the passion she felt between her legs when he was this close. I’m turning into a bloody sex crazed monster. Why would that be such a bad thing? Sex felt good. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed about it.
They walked silently from the car to her flat. He stopped at her door, making it clear that he was giving her the option to say no. Grabbing his tie, she pulled him towards her, yanking his lips down to hers. He was on her in a second, his mouth pressing urgently, with his tongue finding its way through her lips to caress and entwine with hers.
Stumbling in the door, she closed it firmly behind her before kicking off her shoes.
‘It’s way past seven, Miss Griffiths, I hope we’re still off the record.’
‘Definitely,’ she replied, as she pulled his shirt over his head. This was going to be raw sex.
She needed music. Sex had to be better to the beat of a good tune. She knew exactly what she’d choose. Hesitating with the CD in her hands, he walked up beside her, took it from her hands and inserted it in to the player.
‘Good choice,’ he whispered with hot breath against her cheek as the instrumental opening bars of her favorite soft rock song, Meeting You At Midnight , by Amberdelta, pounded in their ears. He smiled to himself as he thought about the five young men he’d paid to enter a music studio, and the CD they’d produced going straight to number 1. For a minute, they swayed to the music, their bodies pressing together in the heat of the moment, emotions building as he lifted her, settling her around his hips, with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Don’t go away, not while we’re together,
I want to see you smile, next to me, forever,
Say you will, go with me, wherever,
Don’t change your mind,
For I’ll be left blind……
He walked toward the bed and
‘I don’t want to be spanked, ever.’ She answered simply, keeping her eyes firmly on her plate.
###
Taylor spent the afternoon with the youths. She played pool, chatted and discussed hopes and dreams for the future, with optimistic youths. What David and Alan were doing was inspirational, and a great big flaming secret. She thought it would be better out in the open, but they had their reasons, and it wasn’t really any of her business. She knew it was a privilege to have been invited at all.
Her fears about David began to evaporate, as she understood that people can change. People do change. Kevin was right. David Burton was a good man.
She watched his body language, while he mixed effortlessly with a group of boys. He seemed to fit in here as easily as he did in the swanky office she’d interviewed him in.
‘It’s time to go.’ David idled up behind her, as the time wore into early evening. ‘Stephen will take you home.’
Lowering her eyes, she spoke quietly, but decisively. ‘I’d rather you took me home.’ When he didn’t answer immediately, she lifted her eyes, seeing the torment in his.
Instantly feeling rejected, she backtracked. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have presumed. Your forty eight hours are up. Of course I’ll go with Stephen.’ She turned to go, hoping she could leave without crying. She seemed to have cried an awful lot in the few days that she’d known him.
‘Wait.’ He slipped an arm round her waist to pull her back. ‘It’s me who should be sorry. I thought I’d blown it. I’ll take you home.’
He smoothed a stray hair from her eyes. Her body tingled with anticipation. He’d raised her expectations so much in the last few days. At the beginning, she’d thought it was just sex, but now she knew it was more. Much more.
The fire in her belly threatened to explode as she watched him drive. The movement of his hand over the gear stick ignited the passion she felt between her legs when he was this close. I’m turning into a bloody sex crazed monster. Why would that be such a bad thing? Sex felt good. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed about it.
They walked silently from the car to her flat. He stopped at her door, making it clear that he was giving her the option to say no. Grabbing his tie, she pulled him towards her, yanking his lips down to hers. He was on her in a second, his mouth pressing urgently, with his tongue finding its way through her lips to caress and entwine with hers.
Stumbling in the door, she closed it firmly behind her before kicking off her shoes.
‘It’s way past seven, Miss Griffiths, I hope we’re still off the record.’
‘Definitely,’ she replied, as she pulled his shirt over his head. This was going to be raw sex.
She needed music. Sex had to be better to the beat of a good tune. She knew exactly what she’d choose. Hesitating with the CD in her hands, he walked up beside her, took it from her hands and inserted it in to the player.
‘Good choice,’ he whispered with hot breath against her cheek as the instrumental opening bars of her favorite soft rock song, Meeting You At Midnight , by Amberdelta, pounded in their ears. He smiled to himself as he thought about the five young men he’d paid to enter a music studio, and the CD they’d produced going straight to number 1. For a minute, they swayed to the music, their bodies pressing together in the heat of the moment, emotions building as he lifted her, settling her around his hips, with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Don’t go away, not while we’re together,
I want to see you smile, next to me, forever,
Say you will, go with me, wherever,
Don’t change your mind,
For I’ll be left blind……
He walked toward the bed and
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