Mastering Maeve (21 page)

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“Do you trust me entirely, Mrs Williamson?” Larry asked after they left their wedding celebrations. From their room, they could hear the band playing and the muffled sound of voices and laughter. The party was still in full swing.

“M-hmm, I do, Mr Williamson,” she agreed as he undid the myriad buttons down her back.

“I want to try something; if it gets too much, you can red-light me at any time.”

“Ok, but not too noisy. Remember there’s a hotel full of guests.”

“Maeve, all they can hear is the band. If I had a jackhammer going in here, they wouldn’t hear it.”

“Ok, sir, do your worst,” she invited as the heavy material from her dress pooled to the floor. He gasped at the basque pushing up her cleavage and then again as she turned around and bent down to pick up her wedding dress, displaying her bottom, which was richly adorned in small white lace panties. The tops of her thighs were visible above the lace edge of her silk stockings.

“Don’t take anything else off,” he ordered.

“No, sir.” She slipped her dress on a hanger and placed it hanging from the door of the wardrobe.

“Come here, Maeve.” He pulled a box from the bedside locker and opened it just enough to locate what he was looking for, dragging out a blindfold. She started to tremble with excitement and a little apprehension.

“You like?” he asked. She nodded her head. “Don’t forget you can red-light whenever.” He patted the bed indicating for her to sit down, and blindfolded her. He then proceeded to kiss her, her mouth, neck, and shoulders first, then he pulled her breasts free from the basque. She felt the goose-bumps rise as all of her senses were on edge, not knowing what was coming next. She felt his teeth clamp down on her nipples and she yelped, more from surprise than pain. Next his mouth pulled away and a cold steel pinched down instead, emulating the sensation she had felt from his teeth. She felt her pussy tighten and a dragging sensation in her uterus as he did the same to the second nipple. A heavy chain weighed it down, keeping a tension on her nipples.

“Is the clamp ok?” he asked. Maeve nodded, almost afraid to break the spell by speaking. He guided her over onto her back on the bed, and the weight of the chain increased as she leaned backward, increasing that dragging sensation that was sending her oscillating between heaven and hell. He lifted her legs in the air and she felt his hand rub her bottom through her panties, then he delivered ten sharp smacks to her rear, causing her to cry out. He peeled her panties down slowly and lowered her down on the bed, her hips raised by pillows. Next her legs were cuffed and a bar prevented her from closing them. He took her hands, pulling them down to meet her legs and she felt the padded cuffs close around her wrists. Effectively, he had left her that she could neither close nor lower her legs and her pussy and anus were completely exposed, raised up on the pillow. She was totally at his mercy. He stopped, moving away. She could hear him moving, but had no idea where he was at or what was coming next.

“I swear to you, I’ll delete this straight after you’ve seen it, but I want you to see what you look like all trussed up and vulnerable,” he told her.

She fought against her restraints as she heard the click of his camera.

“Be still,” he snapped, and slapped her hard again. She felt mortified and humiliated, but Maeve did trust him not to show anyone else. Her arousal increased as she realised her total incapacitation. She could feel her feminine juices flow and her breath sharpen.

She heard him approach her again. “You realise I could do absolutely anything to you now, and there’s nothing you could do to stop me?” She felt something cold and hard rubbing against her bottom.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“This is an antique handcrafted wooden hairbrush, Maeve; call it a wedding present. From now on if you’re a naughty girl, I’m going to use it on your behind, whether you like it or not, I don’t want to hear you talk about rights… this is just the way it is… naughty little girls get spanked. Ok?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And wherever we go, you bring it, and leave it on the dressing table to remind you, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she repeated.

His hand rubbed against the slick juices now creaming her entrance.

“That excites you, doesn’t it, Maeve?”

“Yes.”

“Yes
what?
” he asked, bringing the hairbrush down once, twice. She yelped at the punch of the wooden brush, the angle she was trussed up in ensuring that her bottom was so taut there was no give.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl, now don’t come until I tell you to,” he said, rubbing the cool varnished wood against her bottom again as she wriggled her hips at the sensual pleasure. She felt cold jelly squirting against her tight back hole. She clenched, a mixture of thrill and fear. She’d never felt the plug from this angle and she was afraid it would hurt. He pushed it in, twisting and thrusting, in and out until her body stopped fighting it. She stiffened as the final thrust sent it home until the sweet sensation of fullness overtook the discomfort. She felt the hairbrush come down on her four more times, and she couldn’t prevent her bottom cheeks tightening around the plug, heightening the sensation of both the smacks and the foreign intrusion, and she moaned in pleasured pain. His fingers found her clit, swollen and needy. She wanted to come so badly, but he hadn’t told her she could and she tried to fight it. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head felt as if she had pins and needles as she struggled with the need to release. She tried to focus on the strain on her legs being restrained in the air to stop her pleasure.

“Stay still. I’m just going to undress,” he ordered. Even deprived of the sense of sight, she could tell he was watching her like a hawk, daring her to move her hips to steal pleasure. The thought of him filling her while the plug was in place excited her and she found it hard to obey. She felt the bed sink under his weight. To her dismay, he removed the plug before entering her greedy slit. She wanted to feel both. She felt a sense of relief as he pulled her legs down on his shoulders, releasing the strain of holding them up propped by only her arms. He pumped into her, still keeping her on the edge, but warning her not to come. In and out he plunged, hard, almost violently.

“You’re mine now, totally mine,” he whispered, but it wasn’t a threat, it was a statement of sweet satisfaction. The words were so potent she couldn’t hold back and her pussy clenched and tightened around his hard cock as she pushed her hips back as hard as she could against him.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty wife, I’m going to have to punish you some more.” She felt him withdraw and disappointment gripped her.

“No, Larry, don’t stop,” she begged.

“No, sir,” he reminded with a slap. “And you’re in no position to make demands, young lady.”

She felt his cock back between her legs.

“Too low,” she warned urgently.

“Shh,” he said soothingly. He found her tight rosebud with his penis and pushed gently against it. The initial entry made her cry out, even the plug hadn’t prepared her for his massive girth.

“Relax, Maeve, this is what happens to naughty girls who come without their husband’s permission. Don’t fight it.”

His words were at once soothing and arousing and she bore down, trying to accommodate him. He eased in further, pulling back a little and progressing further with each stroke. When she could feel he was fully penetrated, her body relaxed and he started thrusting harder. The thrusts were foreign and incredibly exciting and her whole body tightened again.

“You can come,” he said as he thrust harder. She moaned her pleasure, thrusting against him, meeting his stroke. Within moments she could fight the intense pleasure no more and she shouted out as she convulsed in orgasm, her tightening anus around his cock bringing him to his own climax, spilling his juice into her most forbidden place. He unbound her hands and feet, and removed her blindfold.

“Ok?” he asked.

“Oh, God, yeah, great,” she agreed. “Now show me that photo before we forget to delete it.”

He handed her the camera and her eyes widened at the image.

“Shit, that looks as hot as it felt,” she said as she hit the delete button.

Epilogue

Lawrence and Bridie sat at the table together, exhausted but happy.

“That went well enough, I suppose,” Bridie said in her usual dry tone.

“Good God, woman, it was a wonderful day and you know it. They couldn’t be happier. You did some good work there. You’re quite the matchmaker.”

“I thought I blew it when she found out about the money.”

“Yes, what the heck were you playing at there?” Lawrence asked.

“Ach, this is for your ears only, but it was a condition of the will that she shouldn’t know about it until she was twenty-five. I just thought it would be better if I took the rap for it rather than her parents. I didn’t want her being mad at them; not when they were gone and not able to defend their decision.”

“You always were a step ahead of the game; I should never have let you go. I often thought of asking you this, but never had the nerve… were you happy in life or did you have any regrets?”

“I missed you for a long time, but I felt obliged to come home when my father was dying. And I’d have made you a terrible wife, sure I was too outspoken to be married to a politician. I’d have held you back.”

“Didn’t take you too long to get over me,” Laurence noted bitterly. “You got married soon after.”

“Sure once my father died there was not much else for me, I had no proper schooling. If I was going to clean houses, I figured it might as well be my own, so I took myself off to the matchmaker. And lo and behold there was a great man waiting for a tough woman who could manage his violently demented father and I was all set. Seamus would have been what they call a catch, but he wouldn’t hear tell of his crazy old man being put in a home so he found it hard to find a woman. So there you have it; we were a settled match, but a good one as it turned out.”

“You went to a matchmaker, rather than coming back to me? Why?”

“Like I said, I’d have been no good for you, nor you me. So what about you? How did your life work out?”

“It took me about fifteen years to find someone else I would even think about settling down with, then just as I was resigning myself to a bachelor’s life, Edith bowled me over. She was a great person and a skilled politician. She was also my best friend. So no, overall, looking back I have no regrets, but I did sometimes wonder. I never thought I’d see you again. My mother missed you a lot when you left. She always felt easy with you. But she understood that you didn’t want that life; it took her a long time to settle in to it. She felt sometimes it was too good for her.”

“Nothing was too good for Margaret; she was a diamond in the rough and always behaved as if she was brought up the finest lady. Anyone else would have freaked when they found out their posh son was involved with the housemaid. She was a marvel.”

The two were silent for a time, caught in their shared memories of someone special. Then Bridie started to laugh.

“Imagine, two auld ones like us finding each other again after all these years and through the Internet above all things; sure it’s gas craic.” Bridie laughed at the madness of it.

“We’ll have to tell them everything sometime,” Lawrence said.

“Maeve and Larry, ach, what harm? It won’t make any difference now. But not about the will, mind you; you have to keep that to yourself.”

“Larry told me you told him to spank her; what on earth were you thinking, you crazy woman? You could have landed him in trouble with the law.”

“Tell me what red-blooded man wouldn’t be tempted by a nice plump arse across his knee. And she badly needed one. Sure if he didn’t want to do it he wouldn’t have. And I’d never have let her go to the Gardaí.”

Lawrence had to laugh. “I suppose you’re right, again. Anyway, it all worked out just fine. You saved him from making a big mistake with Emily; he’d never have been truly happy. So what will you do now? You’ll be lost without this place.”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure I’ll think of something. I’ll miss her though. But at least they’re staying in Ireland. That was very big of Larry.”

“You could always come to Texas; we could make up for lost time.”

“Lawrence Williamson, are you propositioning me?” Bridie asked, shocked.

“As you’d say yourself, there’s no fool like an old fool, so how about it?”

“Maybe, sure you’d never know what I’d get up to,” she laughed.

The End

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