“Sorry,” he mouths my way.
“Mmm.” He says into the phone. “Yes, George, I get the implications. Let’s continue this discussion on Monday? I’ll send Maija a note. She can book us an early morning meeting. Okay?”
He listens to the person on the other end. “Agreed,” he says finally. “Look, George, it’s Saturday night. Why don’t we knock off? I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend – what’s left of it.”
He hangs up. “Sorry,” he apologises. “Work. It’s been hell all week.”
I’m slightly curious. This is the place I used to work at until last week, and many of my good friends still work there. But I don’t probe. I doubt he’ll tell me anything, in any case.
He walks towards me, pulls me in his arms and kisses me. I melt instantly, kissing him back. He feels good, strong and warm, and I’ve missed the feel of him against me. I lean into him and nestle into his body.
“How was Tobermory?” he asks, when he finally pulls away.
“Good,” I say.
We chat as we eat pizza, and I finish up my glass of wine. I realize that I like chatting with him. He’s smart and funny and he’s easy to talk to. We chat about Tobermory and tourists, then our conversation moves on to vacations, where I learn Doug loves to travel. We compare favourite travel destinations. Not surprisingly, my list is a lot shorter than his. But he’s genuinely interested in my favourite destinations. He hasn’t travelled around in the province as much as I have, and I tell him stories of the road trips I would go on with my parents when I was growing up.
***
I’m in the dungeon. Doug’s seated himself on an armchair, his drink in his hand.
“Take off your clothes, please, Sara.” His eyes are on me, and heat blazes in them. An answering heat rises in me. I wink at Doug. He looks slightly startled, then his mouth curves into a smile of pure amusement.
“Tsk, tsk, Sara, I’d try for obedience, if I were you,” he says. His voice is still tinged with amusement but there’s a shade of threat in it, and my body responds to the heat in his voice. I feel my insides tighten and my nipples swell and harden.
I try for obedience. I take of my clothes. But I’m teasing at the same time, drawing out the process, watching the arousal rise in his eyes as I do my best to be seductive. I unclasp my bra, push my panties down my hips, wiggling my hips as I disrobe.
“Little minx,” he says, but he’s aroused not angry. “Come here, the teasing is going to get you punished.”
His voice is indulgent and relaxed. He winks at me, laughter in his eyes. He’s in a playful mood now. I like playful Doug.
I sashay over. The chair is only big enough for one person, but it has padded arms. “Where would you like me to sit?”
Doug laughs. He gets up and stretches. I eye him, watching with lust as his muscles ripple with the motion. “Kneel on the chair, Sara,” he instructs. His voice is still amused. He positions me. I’m facing the back of the chair, and my butt is sticking out towards Doug.
“Very nice.” Doug’s voice is appreciative, his hands roving over my ass. I bite my lips, resist the desire to push my hips into his hands.
I feel his fingers move towards my asshole. He’s playing with me, rubbing me. Then he inserts a finger in, and wiggles it around. I tense. He’s used no lube. But it’s only a finger, and he’s both firm and gentle at the same time. Without the lube, this feels different. More intimate somehow. I moan. This time, I can’t help myself. I push back against him.
“Tsk, tsk, Sara, you know to hold still, don’t you?” Doug chides me. There’s laughter in his voice again.
He removes his finger and walks away. He returns with cuffs and ties. My hands are quickly cuffed, then tied to the back legs of the chair. My ankles are spread wide, cuffed, and tethered to the front legs. I try the bindings. I can move but not much.
Doug winks at me as I tug on the bindings. “Going
“Mmm.” He says into the phone. “Yes, George, I get the implications. Let’s continue this discussion on Monday? I’ll send Maija a note. She can book us an early morning meeting. Okay?”
He listens to the person on the other end. “Agreed,” he says finally. “Look, George, it’s Saturday night. Why don’t we knock off? I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend – what’s left of it.”
He hangs up. “Sorry,” he apologises. “Work. It’s been hell all week.”
I’m slightly curious. This is the place I used to work at until last week, and many of my good friends still work there. But I don’t probe. I doubt he’ll tell me anything, in any case.
He walks towards me, pulls me in his arms and kisses me. I melt instantly, kissing him back. He feels good, strong and warm, and I’ve missed the feel of him against me. I lean into him and nestle into his body.
“How was Tobermory?” he asks, when he finally pulls away.
“Good,” I say.
We chat as we eat pizza, and I finish up my glass of wine. I realize that I like chatting with him. He’s smart and funny and he’s easy to talk to. We chat about Tobermory and tourists, then our conversation moves on to vacations, where I learn Doug loves to travel. We compare favourite travel destinations. Not surprisingly, my list is a lot shorter than his. But he’s genuinely interested in my favourite destinations. He hasn’t travelled around in the province as much as I have, and I tell him stories of the road trips I would go on with my parents when I was growing up.
***
I’m in the dungeon. Doug’s seated himself on an armchair, his drink in his hand.
“Take off your clothes, please, Sara.” His eyes are on me, and heat blazes in them. An answering heat rises in me. I wink at Doug. He looks slightly startled, then his mouth curves into a smile of pure amusement.
“Tsk, tsk, Sara, I’d try for obedience, if I were you,” he says. His voice is still tinged with amusement but there’s a shade of threat in it, and my body responds to the heat in his voice. I feel my insides tighten and my nipples swell and harden.
I try for obedience. I take of my clothes. But I’m teasing at the same time, drawing out the process, watching the arousal rise in his eyes as I do my best to be seductive. I unclasp my bra, push my panties down my hips, wiggling my hips as I disrobe.
“Little minx,” he says, but he’s aroused not angry. “Come here, the teasing is going to get you punished.”
His voice is indulgent and relaxed. He winks at me, laughter in his eyes. He’s in a playful mood now. I like playful Doug.
I sashay over. The chair is only big enough for one person, but it has padded arms. “Where would you like me to sit?”
Doug laughs. He gets up and stretches. I eye him, watching with lust as his muscles ripple with the motion. “Kneel on the chair, Sara,” he instructs. His voice is still amused. He positions me. I’m facing the back of the chair, and my butt is sticking out towards Doug.
“Very nice.” Doug’s voice is appreciative, his hands roving over my ass. I bite my lips, resist the desire to push my hips into his hands.
I feel his fingers move towards my asshole. He’s playing with me, rubbing me. Then he inserts a finger in, and wiggles it around. I tense. He’s used no lube. But it’s only a finger, and he’s both firm and gentle at the same time. Without the lube, this feels different. More intimate somehow. I moan. This time, I can’t help myself. I push back against him.
“Tsk, tsk, Sara, you know to hold still, don’t you?” Doug chides me. There’s laughter in his voice again.
He removes his finger and walks away. He returns with cuffs and ties. My hands are quickly cuffed, then tied to the back legs of the chair. My ankles are spread wide, cuffed, and tethered to the front legs. I try the bindings. I can move but not much.
Doug winks at me as I tug on the bindings. “Going
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