King (17 page)

Releasing
me to answer the door he brought the food into the living room, placing the box
on the huge wooden coffee table that looked like one of his East African
imports as I raised my eyebrows at the number of white boxes sat in front of
us, radiating the most delicious smells that literally made my mouth water.
“You said you liked everything so that’s what I got” he smiled, moving through
to the kitchen and returning with a chilled bottle of Chardonnay and two large
glasses. I was in seventh heaven, opening the boxes and picking up the
complimentary chopsticks. I didn’t know where to start, but I did know when to
finish I laughed to myself as we huddled together eating the feast on his
couch. I daren’t overdo it, the last thing I needed was stomach ache and sleep,
there
were far more delicious things on offer tonight
to keep me occupied.

“Are
you done?” he gazed down at me as I nodded, having slipped what I’d decided
would be my last delicious king prawn into my mouth and closing the box,
leaving the rest of the meal inside.
 
“Good” he quirked his eyebrow, smirking sexily. “Don’t worry about the
leftovers Jason, I’ll eat those for breakfast” I laughed as he picked me up,
throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me right back to his bed. I
shouldn’t have been
surprised,
he had already warned
me of his caveman instincts.

The
night had brought the most heavenly sexual awakenings I had ever had and as
morning rolled around I woke in a euphoric state I didn’t recognise. Every
muscle ached in the most delicious way imaginable, every twinge bringing forth
a wonderful memory of the first full night we had spent together. My punishment
for the T- shirt had seemed cruel at first, as he pleasured me to the brink
time after time, leaving me hanging right on the edge until the pleasure
subsided just long enough for him to start again with his skilled fingers and
his tongue. I had been so emotionally wrung out, I was on the verge of tears,
when eventually he granted my release and wave after wave of rapturous bliss
thundered through my body like a train, so powerful I could barely breathe,
like every failed orgasm had merged into one, rocketing through my body for
what felt like an eternity, so pleasurable it was almost painful, leaving every
cell inside me on fire in its wake.

He
had fucked me so hard and fiercely afterwards that I knew, had I been standing,
I would have simply collapsed. I wanted to sleep with him and was devastated
when he told me I couldn’t, and made his way into an adjacent room as I’d
called him back. I didn’t understand, and he’d spent the time explaining that
we had to sleep separately, it was just how he liked things and that if I’d
prefer I could sleep on the floor next to him. It was the first time I’d
questioned whether I was ready for this. It was as if despite the intimacy and
the closeness of the sex, there was still a gap to bridge, a separation between
our roles that was infinitely different than anything I’d done before, and it
was the first time it hit me properly. It
was
infinitely different than anything I’d done before, and some parts of it might
be a whole lot harder to accept than others. It was a change of mindset, and it
wasn’t going to happen for me overnight.

The
house was silent when I woke, the small note on the dresser I had clung to so tightly
as he pounded into me, letting me know he had gone for a run. Surely he didn’t
need the exercise, the man had been a machine, it was no wonder he was in such
incredible shape. The way my body ached this morning, I was glad I’d stayed
asleep,
I had absolutely no desire to join him. I took the
opportunity instead to shower, making myself as presentable as possible in
yesterday’s clothes, and pottered downstairs for cold Chinese food with
chopsticks which I was still
chowing
down on when he
returned, much to his amusement.

He
looked utterly glorious, his chest and hair damp with sweat as he sat beside me
stroking my leg, chucking as I shovelled cold noodles and Chinese mushrooms
into my mouth. “I was going to wake you, I thought you might want a run” he smiled
as I turned to face him gasping in wide eyed astonishment. “Are you joking
Jason, I could barely make it down the stairs” I laughed as his face fell,
concern evident in every beautiful feature. “Are you OK Charlotte? Are you
sore
?” My heart flipped at the affectionate tone as I
smiled gently. “Every bone in my body feels like it’s been through the wringer
Jason, but I am absolutely OK. More than OK, I feel wonderful”.

His
concern was still evident, despite his small smile. “Maybe we should give tonight
a miss because there’s not a hope in hell I’ll be able to keep my hands off
you” he said firmly as my face dropped. “Please Jason no, honestly I’m fine.
Last night was incredible and that’s how I feel. You just exercised some
muscles I haven’t used in a while” I grinned, and now he was smiling. Thank
God, there was no way I was missing out on another amazing night with King and
even sleeping alone had been preferable to being abandoned in favour of
Tamsin
Lloyd. I dismissed the thought.
 
“So you’re taking me on a date then?” I
grinned as he pulled me onto his damp lap. “That depends. I distinctly remember
you telling me once you didn’t want to go on a date, just fuck. Am I to take it
you’ve changed your mind?” “You know how it is Jason, shit happens” I shrugged,
biting my lip to stave off the giggles as he glared at me curling his lip, a
new expression that did delicious things to my insides. “Shit happens? Are you
referring to me as shit?” he growled. “Because if you are that deserves a
particularly bad punishment”. His face was suddenly serious and my stomach
flipped, my brain recalling just how much I’d relished the righting of my
wrongs last night. “In that case, yes” I giggled nuzzling against his chest and
tucking my head beneath his chin as I heard a low chuckle, barely audible, but
definitely there, from right above me.

“Where
are we going?” I gazed up at him. “A party” and I didn’t need to ask what type
of party. “I’ll pick you up at eight and don’t bother looking for something to
wear, I’ll have something sent over” he said as I continued to gaze at him.
“What sort of thing?” I quizzed him as his demeanour shifted slightly. “It’s
not your place to ask questions Charlotte. You will wear what I send because it
will please me for you to do so, do you understand?” I nodded quietly,
swallowing hard, still trying to get my head around the rules of our unusual
new arrangement. The variety of outfits at the last party meant I could be
being asked to wear pretty much anything.

Chapter
9

He
kissed me hard on the mouth before I left, his driver running me home,
wonderful feelings coursing through my body about the night we’d had,
anticipation and excitement churning me up about the one that was coming. I was
glad I’d eaten Chinese for breakfast, it was a dead cert nothing else would
pass my lips all day. I pulled out my
phone,
there was
only one person I could call. “Hey, how are you doing?” she asked brightly, and
at least for once I could answer positively. “Great Sash thanks. I wondered if
you are free to pop round for a couple of hours this afternoon. I’m going to a
party tonight with Jason and wanted to pick your brains again” I smiled down
the line. “Sure” she laughed. “I’m going myself. I’ve ordered a killer outfit I
need to collect first so I’ll come round after that, is about two o’ clock OK?”
“Great. I can’t wait to see it Sasha”. “Neither can I” and her excitement was
palpable. “See you then” she said ending the call as I wondered what a killer
dominatrix outfit would look like, knowing for sure that at two o’ clock this
afternoon I would find out.

I
felt bad for
Katie,
I really wanted to share this with
her and wondered if I could without jeopardising Sasha’s personal fetishes or
dropping Jason in it. I would have to hang on to it for now I thought, thanking
the driver as he dropped me off, and heading straight for a long soak in a very
hot bath, just the right side of scalding to ease my aching limbs. I felt 100%
better as I towelled myself down, slathering my skin in a tropical body crème
that was infinitely stronger than I’d anticipated. I laughed to myself picking
up my phone. Depending on the answer I may well have to have another long soak
in the tub.

Do you like coconut?
x

His reply was
speedy, and I was praying he wasn’t allergic.

Love it. Why?

I could keep
him guessing but I wasn’t altogether sure that would go down well.

Because I smell of it! Sir

I couldn’t
resist the Sir. I wouldn’t be saying it in real life, not yet anyway, but it
wouldn’t hurt by text. I didn’t receive a reply, dressing quickly before Sasha
arrived. I was almost as eager to see her outfit as I was my own, when the
doorbell rang at two o’ clock. “Parcel for Miss Charlotte Smith” said the
courier as I nodded, signing the delivery slip and unable to help the flush
that spread through my face when I thought about what could be inside,
collecting myself as Sasha bounded up the path behind him, looking every inch
the cat that had got the cream. “Thank you” I said to the courier, holding the
large box and ushering her inside.
“Wine?”
She nodded
brightly as I poured two glasses of chilled Chardonnay, barely able to conceal
my excitement at what we would both be wearing tonight.

 
“What’s in the box?” she grinned looking at my
recent delivery on the table. “Jason’s sent something for me to wear, so I
don’t know yet” I giggled. “Open it then” she squealed as I shook my head. “You
first Sash, I’ve been dying to see this since we spoke on the phone” I laughed
as she grinned broadly.

 
“Oh Charlotte, the barrister is going to come
in his pants when he sees me, and I’m damn well going to make sure of it” she
grinned and I couldn’t help but return the laughter as she pulled out her
phone. “What are you doing?” She looked at me raising her eyebrows and taking a
large gulp of wine. “It’s what’s known as ramping up the anticipation” she
grinned as I watched her text. She certainly wasn’t hiding it.

Mistress has blown a fortune on a cunt
skimming dress. You better not blow your load in your pants you bad boy or I
will have to punish you hard

I
looked at her aghast and couldn’t help but giggle. “There’s nothing more
certain than he’ll come in his pants as soon as he sees me now” she grinned as
I shook my head, failing to understand the logic. She recognised my confusion
and I couldn’t help but think she’d come across it before. “It’s just how we
work Charlotte. Everyone’s different and it’s each to their own. He’ll spend
all afternoon anticipating tonight now. Just as well he’s not in court” she
laughed. “When he sees me he’ll be so aroused and wound up, he’ll come in his
pants and then wait for his punishment. He loves it when he thinks I’ve done
something special for him. Because of the way we operate, I’m usually being so
cruel,
it’s a total
headfuck
really. When I do something nice it gets to him. He’ll feel so guilty that I’ve
gone to all this trouble and he’s spoilt it when I warned him not to, the mad
fucker will probably buy me a car or something next week” she shrugged as my
mouth dropped open in astonishment and I wasn’t sure what to make of it all.

The text came
before I had the chance to enquire any further.

Thank you Mistress, I will try my
hardest

“There, you
see” she laughed, showing me the text as I looked at her in utter confusion.
“Best” she said but I still wasn’t following. “He should have text, ‘I’ll try
my best’. He hasn’t, he’s said ‘I’ll try my hardest’. It’s on his brain
already. I’d be prepared to bet a substantial amount of money that the
barrister already has a raging hard on and he knows he’s not allowed to touch
himself, so by eight o’ clock tonight he will have the bluest balls in London”
she giggled and despite the fact that I still didn’t understand her logic, I
couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do
you see him outside the parties Sash?” I asked as she smiled. “Yes, he takes me
to the Law Society events. He doesn’t really have time for a full time
girlfriend, he’s young and the hours he works are ridiculous while he’s making
his name. The man is ruthlessly ambitious and he’s already in the spotlight
because of some high profile cases. I suppose I’m the closest thing to a
girlfriend that he can manage at the moment. We really get on and like each
other a lot Charlotte.” The admission warmed my heart and I could see from the
look on her face just how much she thought of him, but couldn’t help thinking
their relationship was a little odd. I wasn’t sure I could ever go for a man
who wanted me to grind him into the floor with my stiletto heels. “Do you
respect him Sash?”

She
looked at me smiling broadly. “I respect him more than anyone I’ve ever met
Charlotte, he’s gorgeous, incredibly intelligent and treats me like a queen”
she smiled and I felt bad for judging a relationship I didn’t understand.
Thankfully Sasha seemed to recognise my naivety and didn’t hold it against me.
“I know what you’re thinking and I understand why Charlotte. You have the same
power exchange with Jason but it’s the other way around. You are up for
campaign of the year in the advertising awards. You wipe the floor with Ian
Anderson every single day. You have succeeded where many others have failed and
you are strong, beautiful and a force to be reckoned with. Just because you
submit to Jason in the bedroom, it doesn’t change the facts, or who you are.
It’s good to be someone different sometimes and relinquish the power, or take
it” she smiled. “The way I look at it, it’s not about who plays which role, the
biggest aphrodisiac is being completely and utterly desired by another human
being” and thinking back to how Jason had made me feel I nodded, I had to
agree. “Knowing I can make a powerful, intelligent man come in his pants just
by looking at me is about as intoxicating as it gets” she laughed and I was
laughing too.