Richer Ground (11 page)

“If we both feel good doing something together, then it's not really kinky, is it? And I'm guessing you felt really good in the end, after the surprise wore off. I'm not actually 'into' anal sex in particular, and never have been, not in preference to other things. It was more for you than for me.” He answered in a straightforward manner. 

“You know something? I've never felt so good as that Rick. I'm having trouble believing it happened though. Are you out to corrupt me or something?”

He chuckled at her silly smile. “Corrupt you? No... maybe educate, just a little? Now then, let's have a bath and some fun finding the slippery soap.” He put her down and left the shower. She watched him finishing off running the bath and turning the bubble jets on.

He stepped in the bath and she turned off the shower and joined him, sinking in the deep, hot very bubbly water with a giggle. She wriggled back and forth and sideways over the jets with a sigh.

“Oh yes... This is one of those times I'm so glad I'm a woman...” she sat back in the perfect arousing bubbles position, relaxing with her legs shamelessly wide apart as they spilled over her clit in a forceful stream.

“Mmmm, I'm ready for the solo show... take your time honey...” He sighed deeply as he passed her the bar of Hilton luxury scented soap. “And this is one of those times I'm so glad I'm a man... Let me know if you need any help with anything...”

As she soaped up her breasts under his dark brown gaze, there was one thing she now knew for certain. He'd ruined her for anyone else. No one would ever make her feel as good as he did.  Even the way he looked at her made her high. No one else was good enough, in any way. No one.

They needed to get up and go. The room had to be vacated by eleven, and she had to get to work. Neither seemed to want to let go, to stop the pleasure and pain trip they were on. She leaned up on her elbow and gave him one last kiss as he lay back snoozing.

“Come on Richer, move your lazy butt.”

“Move yours first.”

“I'll tickle you out of bed.”

“That little stick is evil...”

“Ha ha... No it isn't. It’s sensual and titillating...” She swept it up his ticklish sides. He squirmed all over the place in ticklish laughter.

“It's evil the way you use it.”

He turned to face her and whipped it out of her hand, tossing it on the floor.

“How are those lovely pink cheeks of yours?” he asked sweetly. She turned over to give him a flash. “Mmmmm, they could do with a little more tlc, I think.”

His hand swept over her hot skin gently, and then down between her legs, probing.

They'd been trying to get up for the last hour, unsuccessfully, and now it was getting really late. Much as she'd love to be fucked every which way, flogged, and spanked all day, it had to come to an end sometime. She rolled over and forced herself up, finally breaking away from Rick's unearthly pull of gravity.

As they sat in the car on the way home, she couldn't quite believe it. She'd crossed a few hard boundaries in the past day. Her normal sexual behaviour had left mind her for good, on the express train.

Spanking, flogging, taking it up the ass and getting myself off while he watched... Jesus....!

The most difficult part to come to terms with was the fact she wanted a whole lot more of it. As much as she could get. There was far more to her darker side than she had ever imagined. He was taking her places, firing up her worst fantasies, and making them seem almost day to day normal. She couldn't stop herself thinking of bad things to get up to with him. Some of them were quite gross.

She turned to look at Rick's far too handsome and strangely innocent profile as he drove along. He spotted her watching him, picked up her hand, and kissed it.

There were no other words to describe him. He was a sex god.

She took a deep breath and sighed loudly. She'd never been so constantly aroused. There hadn't been any downtime between them. Hardly a moment's rest in between screwing each other like crazy, except when they slept, which hadn't been for long.

Her switch was flicked on constant sex setting and she couldn't turn it off and didn't want to.

He was the hottest thing she'd ever had in her life. She was going to take every moment with him as seriously as she could, for as long as it lasted. Serious meant a whole different level of fun, she'd discovered. So what if parts of her were constantly sore from misuse and abuse. The rewards outweighed all that many times over.

They arrived at the club and Richer dropped her outside with a drawn out sexy kiss goodbye, and plenty of heavy groping inside her jeans, which was out of order, considering they were right outside the front door in broad daylight.

“I'll pick you up at midnight... Are you coming back to mine?”

“Try and stop me,” she laughed. “And thanks for the whole wonderful experience. I'll never forget it or get over it, jeez, what a day!”

“There's a whole lot more where that came from,” he sniggered.

She didn't doubt it.

“Mmmm... I just can't wait to discover it all.” she said with a grin as he held onto her hand tightly. “Look, I've really got to go... I'm late.” She opened the door and forced herself out.

“Bye gorgeous... See you later.”

She shut the door and he was off through the car park and gone.

She walked inside the bar feeling pathetically lost without him.

Greta called out a cheerful hello and she came out of her moment of lonely misery and pulled herself together.  She tapped out a few texts to her mum and her friend Joss, saying all was well and she was back at work.

Normal life had to go on.

Chapter 10

He dropped her off at home first, to pick up some clothes. He sat in the car so she had a moment alone with her mum.

“Hi Mum...”

“Hello love, how's things?”

“Absolutely fabulous,” she beamed from ear to ear.

Her mum raised her eyebrows. “Really? Dare I ask?”

“We got on so well.”

“That's nice dear. Did you do anything interesting?”

Apart from a hazy memory of the London Eye, most of what she'd done had been to romp naked with Richer... and that was dead interesting to her mind... but not exactly mum friendly details.

“Oh... The London Eye... lots of fabulous food, champagne, and we had a huge suite...”

She didn't mention the three dozen red roses she'd had to leave behind.

“So you're a proper couple now, are you?” her mum asked pointedly.

“I guess we are...”

“Well I'm really pleased for you Ali... Rick's a lovely young man. A real gentleman. There's not so many about these days...”

Ali stifled a laugh. Richer was definitely a gentleman in some ways, but not so much in others.

“I've just dropped in to pick up some clothes. I'm staying round his tonight. We're all loved up.”

“I'm sure you are.”

“Oh, before I go, how's the party stuff coming along, and how did it go with Debs?”

“The party's more or less organised. It took a few phone calls, that's all. Caterers booked, drink sorted, cake ordered, entertainment done, I still need some input on the music. I'm sending the invites out tomorrow. And Debra's doing okay. Starting to come out of her shell already. We got on like a house on fire... When I dropped her off I ended up staying for dinner. We ordered a Chinese in for the three of us.”

“You really went to Mansion Creag Dhu and had a Chinese?” Ali repeated, her eyes wider than saucers. She somehow couldn't imagine it. She didn't know why exactly.

“Yep... It was a lovely meal. We sat in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar, and watched Eastenders on TV... A proper TV dinner,” she chuckled to herself. “Jasper's very into his Chinese... Chow mein, hot and sour chicken, sticky ribs, and fried rice. By the bucketful apparently. There was enough to feed the entire village of Morden.  After that Debra went to bed, and J and I had a few bottles of wine and watched a late movie together in the living room.  'An Officer and a Gentleman', you know how I am about Richard Gere. I don't know if it was J's cup of tea, but he let me choose on the pay per view.”

“That sounds very cosy.”

“And Ali, you may as well know... I stayed over...”

“No... But you've only been on one date Mum!”

“So?”

“It's a bit soon for all that...” Alista could very well see the hypocrisy of her words. But even so... This was her mother.

“Oh don't be stupid. When you're my age you take what you can get. Especially if it comes in a very nice Jasper package.”

“Don't wanna know,” Ali said, holding her hand up and making her way upstairs.

“You young things don't have the monopoly on sex you know,” her mum called after her with a girlish giggle. “And we oldies know a helluva lot more about it.”

Ali doubted that was the case. Well, her's and Richer's case anyway.

When she came down, the front door was open and Mum was outside, sitting chatting in the car with him. She got out and kissed Ali goodnight on the cheek.

“I was just telling Rick to behave himself with you...” she grinned, and winked at her.

“Yeah right...” Ali gave her a dirty look. She wasn't amused. She was a grown woman, nearer twenty three than twenty two.  Her mum had given birth to Radleigh by her age. Besides, she didn't want Rick to behave himself for a second. She wanted him to use and abuse her, non stop.

“Just a little joke, Ali... Anyway, you raced off all embarrassed before I could tell you. I'm going away with Jasper, Monday till Wednesday. We changed our minds about doing the races... and guess what? We're going to Paris instead! I thought I'd let Rick know, before he made plans with you. He's having Debs over his place.”

Ali was having kittens about her mum and Jasper's full on relationship. It didn't seem right.

“Mum, are you sure about this?”

“Am I sure? After last night, I've never been surer. Have a nice time, love. See you.”  Her mum turned and left her open-mouthed by the car door.

“Are you getting in, or what?” Rick asked, his voice breaking through her mum shock.

She hopped inside and they sped off down the road to his.

“Well I don't know how I feel about this... the two of them... sleeping together...” she finally muttered as they sat at the lights.

“Well I think it's great. Good for them. I hope they have as good a time as we did. Maybe even better and far naughtier...” he announced, shutting her up completely.

No way... not my sweet mother... Oh dear God, no...

She put their box of tricks under his bed and she lay back waiting for him to come upstairs. He appeared a few minutes later with two large glasses of wine.

She took one and sipped.

It was a beautiful flavour, a little on the sweet side, and just how she liked it.

He climbed on the bed next to her and picked up her hand, rubbing his thumb over her skin.

She decided to take it slow, casual... Milk his mind for some party information before she milked him somewhere else....

“I'm taking you out for dinner on Saturday, my treat. I've managed to get the weekend off work.”

“That's very sweet of you, but you don't have to. I know you've got your student loan to repay and all that.”

“I want to Rick. It's your thirtieth birthday. Let me..
. Please
?” Her voice rose in OTT desperate appeal.

“Okay... If it means that much.” He agreed. She relaxed a little. “I'm happy to pay.”

“NO...”

“Okay, again...”

“Ali... tell me something... It's bugging me.  Why are you working in a bar when you have a first class honours degree in economics? It seems to be a bit of a waste.”

“You're telling me. But I couldn't get anything else to be honest.”

“My dad can find you something.”

“No, Rick!” She turned towards him with a flash of annoyance.

“Why not?”

“Because....”

“Because, what?” He frowned at her.

“Because... I want to do it on my own. You may think that's bloody minded of me, and I'm shooting myself in the foot, but I worked really hard to get that degree. I'll get places eventually, but all on my own steam. Without daddy favours and unearned back doors.”

His frown deepened. “I guess that tells me what you think of me, doesn't it?”

“You come from a different world to me. Maybe that's par for the course with the upper classes.”

“But it's just a start, a foot inside, that's all. Why not get some help with that? You still have to prove yourself when you get inside that door. It's not all been plain sailing for me, I can tell you.”

“Really?”

“No... I had a lot of hassle from the people I was working with. And rightly so, I suppose. But my intelligence and unbeatable skills won through in the end,” he joked, with a little grin.