A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (24 page)

“
Charley.”

“
O…” My heart and stomach erupted with fire and I knew I loved him. There was no other way of clarifying my feeling. To be anything other than together would seem ludicrous forever more after that.

Every movement made us both shiver and tense
and we drew out the sensations together, grinding slowly. The words were on the tip of my tongue. It was torture containing them.

“
I love your arms around me,” I admitted, and he pinched a nipple. “I love it when you do that too.”

“
I love how tight your pussy is like this, and how lovely you feel in my arms. I love your scents, Charley, and your hair. I love your bottom. Your legs. Your boobs and your pretty face.”

“
Don't stop, Noah, don't let go of me.”

I let him do what he willed; weak in the presence of what I wanted daily, hourly, inside me and pleasuring me. I adored men and their bodies. I judged the beauty of his body and of that cock I desired so badly, so achingly, and felt his similar admiration for me. It was astounding. This was different to anything I had ever exp
erienced before. We moaned so wantonly together. With my head twisted back to meet his mouth, our kisses became more furious and I shrieked every time he pushed deep inside. I welled with desire. My red-hot cunt sought to squeeze his cock and drain it.

He wrapped me in his embrace and
kissed me so well. Oh so well. Those kisses were the real undoing of me. I cannot explain why. Perhaps they communicated his fervour better than anything else ever could. He was expert at making my knees knock with the ministrations of his tongue.

“
Your sponge is meddlesome,” he moaned, burying his face in my hair, with his hand at my neck. He was working hard to control his urges.

“
You're beautiful,” he reiterated, moving in front of my face to tell me.

Perhaps if I weren't still in a languorous state, I would have rebuked him. I may have denied him the pleasure of gifting me with a compliment.

I reached back and ran my hand through his hair.

“
Your cock is magical,” I told him.

His response was to swill
my mouth with his true sentiment.

“
I want you on top of me, Noah. I want you.”

“
I'm too heavy for you baby.”

“
No, Noah, please.”

He easily manoeuvred me again. He moved inside me and ventured a lot deeper than he had
been able to with us spooning.

“
Oh god yes!” I remember shrieking, spreading myself for him. His member was larger and thicker than ever. I wrapped myself around him and welcomed his delightful heaviness above me.

Those three words were still on the tip of my tongue.

“Do… not… stop… Noah.”

He watched my body buckle beneath
him, rapturously, and I threw myself upward so my clitoris could make contact with his cock each time he pulled out. I panted and moaned, hoarsely, defiantly. He knew I was almost there. He was sweating like a beast and red with fury. I screamed and he growled and we bucked against one another tempestuously. My stomach, breasts and thighs wobbled so erotically and he held my legs to steady my acquiescent form. He pressed me into the mattress, bodies squeezed together. He gnawed on my mouth.

“
You're very beautiful,” he said, still desperate to convince me of his admiration. He contorted his face as he began to cum. “
Schöne, très belle, molto bella, bella dama
…”

My lover spoke severa
l languages and he sought to drive me wild with his linguistic skills. However, I was thrown out of sync, distracted.

“
No! No!” I shouted. I forced him up, sitting across his lap. He looked pained, but he was still shockingly hard inside me.

“
Wait. Wait. Let me.”

I held him, kissed him, and stroked his hair and cheeks as reparation for distilling his pleasure.
I raised myself on his cock and savoured the length of him. I moved back down and watched him wince. He was so very nearly there. I moved at a snail's pace again to absorb every inch of his unsheathed member and I trembled with delight, throwing my head back, laughing at having a man such as him weak in my presence.

“
Charlotte, stop toying with me,” he demanded, squeezing my bum hard.

“
Oh baby.”

I held
his large hands between my own and started bouncing on his wetted groin. I knew I was hurtling toward one of the biggest orgasms of my life, with a man I realised was the only person I might ever have really loved.

“
Hold off baby, hold off, I am… going to cum… so hard…” I swayed deliriously. “You make me so hot Noah… so tight… so wet. I love…”

He a
ched with the need. He buried himself in my breasts to prevent himself reaching the end result prematurely. His thick stem filled me full and I was unbearably aroused. My pussy was burning hot and raw with wonder; his cock filling me entirely.

“
Rub me, Noah, it is the only way. Your cock is so fat and wonderful. I will never be able to force myself to cum. It is too nice, too… sensitive… too… lengthy…”

“
Fuck, Charley, fuck,” he whined, and frigged me senseless. I fucked. Hard.

It was not long before we were in orgasm together; me squeezing the seed from his aching scrotum. My face scrunched up with the shock of a harsh, debilitating, paralysing punch of painful pleasure rushing through my core. I remember myself clearly gripping his hair, pulling so hard, as I tried to brook the effect he had on me.
His gasps whooshed out and he growled with delight, holding my torso in his hands as I threw my head back. He breathed in ragged, raspy breaths and clung onto me while we fell into the tumult together. His hot cum spewed deep into my belly and it gave me real fulfilment. I had never before allowed a man to do that.

When I came to, I found my nose pushed up against his. We breathed heavily into each other's mouths. My eyes were closed but when I opened them, he was looking vulnerable an
d hurt. I loitered at his mouth with slow French kisses that communicated my appreciation of his efforts. I devoured his salty sweat and the taste that was unique to him. Our breathlessness overcame us and we fell into each other's arms. We were both very emotional and tried to hide our expressions from one another.

I wanted to tell him
how I felt. He was the man for me, I already knew. I wanted his children and to be his wife. I wanted to live with him forever. Those naive notions seemed possible but I just somehow knew it would not be that simple. With his hands around me tightly, his breath against my shoulder, I quietly cried a few tears. I could not help whimpering softly and I buried myself against him. We curled up under the covers, and he held me, stroking my arm, wiping away my tears, kissing my cheek. Maybe he thought I was still mourning the loss of Alex.

I rested peacefully on his chest, feeling cushioned by the unswerving s
trength of my loving Master. There were several moments where I very nearly whispered
I love you
but I could not find the strength to admit it.

He
kissed the top of my head, smelling my hair, whispering, “I was doomed the moment we met.”

I rose up, look
ed him in the eye, and planted the softest of kisses on his mouth. I loved him. I knew it then. I had never felt so strongly drawn to anyone ever before. The ache in my heart that I felt as I kissed him spread over my chest, tumbled across my shoulders and down my back, before a feeling of absolute serenity forced my eyes shut. I hid against his chest and he brought my thigh across his body, holding and stroking my limb. He rubbed his hands all over me and sighed. We had run the gauntlet together and come out the other side; not totally unscathed but better off for having finally discovered what real love could be if given truthfully. I felt relief then.

“
You're a better lover when you do as you're told,” I said.

He laughed a deep, man's laugh, and tackled me dow
n between his arms. I remember feeling so enamoured by that laugh, so attracted to his masculinity.

“
Your cunt's better with my cock in it.”

“
True,” I giggled, and grabbed his cock between my fingers, playfully waggling it with new ownership.

“
Do you have to go?” he asked, kissing a breast.

“
I should, but… well.”

“
Well, what?” He chuckled.

“
The tub. Perhaps, it is always a-calling…”

“
That sounds like an offer neither of us can refuse,” he sniggered, and buried his mouth against my neck, groaning as he breathed in my scent. We fell asleep once more but in the morning, I was the one who woke alone, to an empty room and his absence. On the pillow, a note:

You were sleeping so peacefully. I had to catch the early train. Here's my email. Till next time. [email protected].
xxx

The pain
of abandonment was excruciating. I knew I was falling deeply in love. It wouldn't take much more for me to reach the point of no return. Letting him cum inside me was the worst thing I could have done: it had bound us together and would do until we destroyed each other. In my mind, I did not doubt that would happen.

I spent several days contemplating what it would mean if I emailed him. I rolled the consequences over and over in my mind, mulling the commitment I would be making. It wasn't easy for me to do that.
Why had he made the decision mine?
I wanted to know. I thought perhaps he didn't like me enough to pursue me. I really couldn't get him out of my head. The gravity of my feeling for him was always at the forefront of my mind but I couldn't bear to admit it.

After a week
, I decided that was it. We were done. It was best that way. I had left it too long. It was better we never saw one another again. No disappointment that way. Best all around. The more I repeated the notions, the more I realised I was trying to fool myself. That night, exactly seven days since our evening out, I was about to leave for the night, but my office phone rang.

“
Hello,” I said.

“
Hello yourself. I got reception to put me through. Why haven't you been in touch?”

“
Oh, hi, I've been busy. I was going to email you, but it's not really my thing.”

“
Oh, well, no matter. Listen, I'm in town next week. Thursday. Want to see me?”

“
Why not?” I said, heart frozen, cheeks flush and a smile creeping across my face.

“
Shall I come to yours? What's your mobile number?”

I told him my number and said we could finalise details nearer the time. He was happy with that. We were about to hang up when he said,
“Charley, that night was really something, wasn't it?”

“
It's kept me amused while cleaning the bogs, it has to be said.”

“
Umm. Goodbye gorgeous,” he said, making my stomach flip.

I walked home and read the massive influx of texts as I trotted. I didn't reply. I was making him hang. I smiled throughout, however. I was deliriously happy. I wondered why we hadn't swapped numbers before, but as I sunk into bed at
3am that night, I realised why. Hundreds of texts and two bouts of phone sex later and I was totally shattered. The anticipation of Thursday was already driving me mad. I desperately wanted him in my bed. I was already writing mental lists of what I needed to do to make the flat nice for him. We were frantically in touch for the next few days.

I got the day off work so I could be ready
for whenever he finished his meetings. He was done at around 2pm and called me to let me know. I had already been up since 7am, madly cleaning and making sure everything was perfect. I had been to M&S and bought a trolley full of stuff, just anything and everything I thought he might like. I planted dozens of new candles around the bath. Fresh flowers in the kitchenette. New sheets and pillowcases. Beer and wine. Luxurious aromatherapy massage oils and bath soak. Just everything I could think of to make it special.

When he called and said he was on his way, I became frantic with nerves. I didn't re
ally know what he was expecting from me. I wore a pair of tight black jeans with a red, Victorian-style chiffon blouse that was almost see-through. I was wearing a red lace corset beneath, however, that might have seemed to be part of the top. I wore matching panties and went barefoot. I had waxed literally every part of my body. It was my own preference really, to be hairless from ankle to armpit.

When the doorbell rang
, my heart lurched.
Was I ready? Was everything in place? Oh, did I have enough perfume on? Did I need more lipstick?
It was too late. I had to face my fear. It was time. I buzzed him up, leaving the door ajar. I tried to busy myself in the kitchen as I waited.

I heard footsteps and turned, saw him walk through the door and place his suit carrier and briefcase down by the telephone table.
The door clanked shut. My heart was booming in my chest. He took his coat off and smiled. I couldn't move, except to steady myself back against the sink. He stared and considered what he was going to do.

“
Nice place,” he said.

“
Thanks,” I think I said. I can't really remember. My body was pulsing with lust.

He shook his
suit jacket off and draped it over the back of a sofa in the living area. He strode toward where I still stood and narrowed his eyes. His shoulders and waist in his designer office clothes were enticing. He tugged his bottom lip under his tongue in a show of expectation.

“
Come here,” he said, as he stood in the middle of the room.

I moved toward him and
when I reached him, he instructed, “I want you to close your eyes Charley. Will you do that for me?”

“
Yes,” I said, and I did. I was shaking with anticipation.

I sensed he had bent down before me and I wished he hadn't. I really just wanted him to take me to bed. His hands grasped my buttocks and he breathed in
the high scent of my groin with his face pressed against it.

“
This is what I think about in a boardroom full of pricks, Charley. Your pussy stench. It's amazing.” He breathed again. “It's marvellous. I adore it.”

“
I can't help creaming when you're around.”

“
I apologise for that,” he said.

I held my hands at his shoulders and kneaded them. He moaned. I wanted to encourage him to throw me down and make me cum.
He lifted up my blouse a little and saw an inch of naked skin sat vulnerable between my corset and jeans waistband. He licked along that gap slowly and teased his fingers up my back, beneath the blouse but above the corset. His tongue darted in my navel and I moved my hands into his hair. It seemed to be thicker and longer than normal and was so smooth between my fingers.

I
started panting. I hadn't realised that until he told me it was driving him wild. I was totally lost under his command. He told me he could tell I was very excited. He bade me move backwards, eyes still closed, so that I was back against the sideboard again, with something to hold on to. He undid my top button and pulled the zip. He rolled the top of my panties down and kissed my lower abdomen. He licked the very top of my slit, to reassure himself my clit beneath was beckoning, and he asked me to lift my blouse off. I did.

My eyes were still closed.
He slid a hand round the back of me and went beneath my loose layers to stroke my backside. I clung on for dear life. He pierced my anus with his index finger without warning and I shook from head to foot.

“
Ah,” I cried. “Noah… fuck…”

“
Undo the clasps of your corset, a little,” he said, finger still inserted.

I reached and accomplished the task.

“Fondle the nipples a little,” he said, and I slipped my breasts out to work them.

“
Your breasts are very naughty, I might have to clamp them later.”

“
Oh… okay… oh…” I moaned.

His other fingers worked their way down the front of my panties and into my belly. I was aflame. I tried to jiggle my jeans down to alert him what it was I really wanted. He seemed to take the hint.

I was raised onto the edge of the kitchen sink and my jeans fell. He was on his knees but he was still tall enough to reach. He started licking over the top of my panties and I fell back against the kitchen window, legs splayed over the counter. He held me in place with his arms around my thighs. His teeth started tearing at the fine lace covering my womanhood, ripping it away, and I was soon bare before him. He re-enacted that routine of our first night and I wished to all the heavens that he would simply plunge that raging, throbbing, violent cock of his inside me instead. He still hadn't removed his finger. I placed a foot on his shoulder and the other ran all over his back. There were moments where I could not bear his expert touch and I wanted to force him away. I was hypersensitive and each stroke or lash of his tongue against my cunt sent me into near-spasm.

“
You're so slick,” he said.

“
Tell me again what you think about in the boardroom.”

I needed to fix my head straight.

Between sucks and licks, he said, “I imagine spreading you wide and making you cum with all the men watching… They would all be envious of me eating and friggin you.”

“
Could some of them maybe nibble me a bit?” I gasped.

“
No,” he said sternly, “I don't share.”

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was red with lust and desperation and smothered in my cream. He had been sundered from his feast. He went back to work and maintained eye contact, watching every twitch of my body and every moan and whimper of mine. I closed my eyes and succumbed to miraculous pleasure.

He sucked and I rubbed my nipples. I came so hard, I splashed his chin and throat.

“
Have you got ice?” he asked.

“
What?” I gasped, in delirium.

“
Ice? And, bring that spatula,” he nodded, at the hooks above the oven. I gulped.

I pointed to the freezer and he retrieved some
ice, holding it in his clenched fist.

“
Bedroom?” he asked.

We almost ran there and he demanded I get naked.

“Take some and make those nipples harder for me,” he said in a rasping voice, offering me cold comfort. I lay there, still waiting for his cock. My nipples turned purple and were seized by shock.

He pulled his clothes off and got on the bed. He was outrageously hard. H
e squatted on his knees. He lifted my pelvis and drew me toward him. He rubbed his cockhead around my opening before blasting his way inside. I came.

“
Charlotte, oh god,” he said, trying to prevent his own pleasure. I slapped his chest to aid him and he growled, “Bitch. Use the spatula instead. Against my ass.”

“
Fuck your bitch,” I said. I started whacking him with the kitchen implement and the whole situation enthralled me so much I writhed with aching pleasure.

He pumped me with his granite shaft and I wailed. Between the fast fucking, he used ice cubes to rub my clit but they all melted too quickly. He lifted me up and walked with me to my dressing table. He lay me out before the window. I didn't look at him. I was enjoying it all too much.
He grabbed the spatula to spank my thighs and I almost cried, it was so good. I begged him to make me red. He rammed himself inside me and I adored it. I squeezed his cock with contractions until my back ached. He lifted me and we fell on the bed, breathless. I couldn't move.

“
I hope you've got a big tub. You know how I like my swims,” he muttered, with hardly any breath to speak.

We laughed
and I told him, hoarsely, “I wouldn't live somewhere that's less luxurious than where I work.”

He turned
my head to kiss me deeply and we embraced in a loving fashion. I wrapped my leg over his waist, slotting around him perfectly.

“
I love you,” I said, right into his mouth. I meant it. I was desperately in love with him already. My heart burned like a fireball with him in my bed. Every humming atom of my being confirmed it. “I do. I love you. Like nothing else.”

“
Charley,” he whispered comically, “what do you want with an old cock like me?”

I threw myself on top of him and watched his dancing
eyes. I kissed his bottom lip. “Don't question this, just go with it,” I whispered.

“
Good advice,” he murmured, “the gentleman in me felt it necessary to make reservations, but…”

“
Cancel them. Wait until you see my fridge.”

He smiled out of one corner of his mouth and I grinned back, kissing that corner.

“I was only trying to get you to fall in love with me, but now there's no need…” he confidently revealed, “now I can just use you and abuse you.”

“
Pig,” I said, and rubbed my pussy against his cock, giggling.

“
What else was I meant to do with you? You meant to drive me mad with that ensemble, didn't you?” he asked, referring to the strewn underwear.

“
Maybe,” I said, and rubbed my foot against his shaft.

“
Fuck, woman.” He groaned, with his member hardening under my command.

“
The drawer to your left,” I advised, “get what you want.”

He growled into my throat and got up off the bed, almost fully erect again.
My big-bollocked brute looked stunning with his phallus almost fully engorged. I loved it that he was thick-set and wide around the torso. His cock pointed to the side while half-mast but I could see it beginning to strain north.

He pulled
the chest open and considered the entire contents for some time, taking them all in, failing in his bid to hide his amusement. His sideways glance and my wicked grin made him dizzy. He was lost for words but he also seemed to have decided what it was I wanted from him. On top of all the gadgets, lubricants and G-string panties was a well-thumbed copy of
Story of O
.