Inspired by Night: - a sexy new age romance (20 page)

‘OK, well, have fun. Are you taking Wednesday morning off to make up for travelling tonight?’

‘I can do that?’ His eyes widened in surprise. I nodded, frowning.

‘Of course, I’m eating into your free time. In fact take it whenever you want, doesn’t have to be Wednesday morning, take Friday afternoon if you want. Whenever, just let me know in advance.’

‘Cheers, Ols.’ He lingered at my door, wanting to say more but not really knowing what to say, and eventually smiling to himself he left the office.

I sighed, I had known the first day would be difficult, but we had survived it. I felt almost guilty at times that I’d turned my thoughts towards Chris whenever I was feeling distracted by Steven and it helped me put him out of my mind. Once again he was my Knight in shining armour. I closed down my computer and made my way out to the main office.

‘Oh hey, James, we finish at five.’ I said startled that I wasn’t alone.

‘Steven said it would be OK if I just finished up this section of code, I just finished it anyway so I’m good to go now.’

‘Great, I’ll wait for you and lock up.’

‘Did you get your parcel? Some guy dropped it in earlier.’

I frowned, shaking my head and looking around I spotted the parcel on the edge of Steven’s desk. It was addressed to me, I guessed Steven had known better than to open parcels addressed to me after the unfortunate incident with the vibrator. Once again I hadn’t ordered anything and my stomach flip-flopped as I wondered if it was another inappropriate gift from Chris. I stuffed the parcel into my bag and followed James through the door.

When I arrived home, I pulled the parcel from my bag and ripped it open. Inside the wrapping was an Agent Provocateur box. My heart started beating loudly. This was serious lingerie. I lifted out the underwear neatly folded inside the tissue paper and held it up for inspection; it was a cream coloured lace basque, the material heavy and stiff, with a delicate lace covering. It fastened at the front and had satin ribbon threaded through the front for tightening. I glanced back in the box and saw a sheer lace thong to match the basque and cream stockings and suspenders. My body flushed with wanting, I was so excited to try this outfit on. There was a card inside the box that simply said,
Hope to see you wearing this later
. My heart skipped a beat. I wondered if he was online and decided to wait until later. I needed to exercise, shower, and eat. Then I could slip into something sexy and make myself available online. God, I sound like an adult chat line or something, perhaps I should start charging!

Chapter Twenty-four

I stared at my reflection in disbelief, partly because I couldn’t believe I was wearing this outfit and partly because I looked pretty good in it. I’d always imagined I’d look and feel stupid in something like this but I didn’t. I felt sexy, beautiful even.

The basque hugged the contours of my body, flattening and smoothing as it went. The underwiring lifted my breasts, displaying enticingly soft, mounds above the top of the material. The basque sat on the top of my hips and dipped toward the centre, skimming the top of my pubic bone and displaying a glimpse of the lace thong.

It had taken me ages to work out how to use the suspenders, eventually finding the loops on the bottom of the basque to hook them in. The stockings were pure silk and felt luxurious against my skin. Clipping the suspenders to hold them in place felt like I was strapping myself in. My outfit was connected from top to toe.

I let out a long breath and made my way to the living room and flipped open the laptop.

I decided to call him first so that I could get into a position while he was answering the call so he would get a full view of his present when the camera connected. I stood waiting in the middle of the room.

‘Wow!’ I heard his voice loud and clear though the speakers, ‘you look amazing.’

I grinned, I couldn’t help it, I’d been aiming for seductive and aloof but I was just so pleased by his compliment. I took a step towards the sofa.

‘Wait! Give me a twirl first. Slowly,’ he added with that quietly demanding voice, full of authority.

I slowly turned a circle, pausing as I faced away from him and bending one knee slightly, forcing me to lean forward, showing my mostly naked bottom. I smiled as I heard his sharp intake of breath. He’s definitely an ass man!

‘Thank you for my present,’ I said as I took a seat on the sofa, ‘although I think it’s more a present for you than it is for me.’ I raised an eyebrow in question and waited for his confirmation.

‘I like to think of it as a learning resource. But I certainly can’t complain about the view. I have good taste I think.’ His voice was teasing again.

‘Impeccable taste. I’m amazed it’s the right size.’

‘Oh, but Liv, it’s my job to recognise weight and body shape. Of course I knew the right size.’ He sounded almost offended that I didn’t recognise his skill.

‘I thought I would feel a bit slutty in something like this, but I don’t.’

‘Why should you? It covers up almost all of your body, and yet looks far sexier than just a bra and panties set. The imagination is a very powerful thing, Liv, it’s always good to leave something for us to think about.’

‘So what are you thinking about now?’ I asked, smiling slowly.

‘I’m imagining ripping that thong off you and fucking you hard against the back of the sofa.’ There was no embarrassment or teasing note to his voice, he sounded soft but firm and completely honest. My muscles clenched, sending waves of excitement through my stomach.

‘I was hoping you might imagine something more realistic.’

‘But then it wouldn’t be a fantasy.’

I felt a prickle of disappointment at the back of my neck and realised I’d secretly hoped that somehow we would meet in person and have some mind-blowing sex. I heard him chuckle quietly.

‘Don’t look so disappointed, Liv. You’ll find your dream man soon enough I’m sure and you’ll be ready to fuck him all over the place.’

My smile was resigned, but I knew he was right. After all I still didn’t know for sure what Chris looked like, and what if I met him and just didn’t fancy him? His voice might be my undoing but I doubted I would want to let him touch me if I didn’t find him physically attractive.

‘So when are you replacing your webcam?’

He laughed, ‘It’s ordered, don’t you worry, you’ll see me soon enough.’

‘So what are you going to teach me next?’ I asked, happy with his news.

‘Well I believe we’ve completed stage one of your training, you seem to be quite confident about your body now. You even seem a little more confident about sex judging by your response to my story the other night.’

‘But you said there was still a lot to learn.’ I cringed at the whine in my voice, I didn’t want this to stop, but he sounded as if he had already helped me as much as I needed.

‘Oh there is, Liv, you need to get to know your body, what it wants, what arouses it, what it takes to make you come.’ His words were vibrating through me sending ripples of pure lust to the centre of my sex. I shifted my body, forcing myself against the sofa, trying to rub some of the frustration away. I heard him chuckle again, he knew what I was doing, he knew what he was doing to me. I felt a flush of shame.

‘Where is your vibrator?’

My eyes widened. Surely he didn’t want me to use that?

‘It’s in my bedroom.’

‘Go get it,’ he demanded, ‘and walk slowly,’ the softer teasing tone returning to his voice. I felt a rush of excitement wash over me as I made my way slowly to the bedroom, rushing as soon as I was out of sight of the webcam. I returned to the sofa and held up the vibrator. It felt heavy in my hand and I regarded it with interest. Except for that first time I’d used it, I hadn’t really looked at it. There was still something about it that just felt dirty, I didn’t like to think about it, although I realised feeling uneasy about a vibrator was ridiculous compared to the way I’d been behaving lately.

Chris instructed me to lie back on the sofa, my head resting on the arm, my left knee raised, lying along the back of the sofa, and my right foot bent, placed on the floor. I felt exposed, but immediately turned on. This felt different, he was commanding, directing me, I shivered with anticipation.

‘OK, I’m going to tell you another story, you feel free to join in anytime you like.’ He paused and I nodded to show I understood. He went on, ‘I had a final session with a client today. This particular client wanted to get into shape to join a boxing club. So we had been doing a lot of skipping to improve her agility and stamina. Anyway, she works unusual shifts and this morning she had to be in work for 7 a.m., which meant that we had to meet at the gym at 5 a.m. Luckily, I have keys for the gym and my boss trusts me to be in there outside normal opening hours. It also meant, of course, that we were completely alone and would be right up until she had to leave at 6.30 a.m.’

‘So you rewarded her for all her hard work?’

I felt a ridiculous stab of envy at the thought of Chris with someone else. I wanted him to only want me, but I knew that was stupid, I doubted for a moment if he even wanted me at all. I heard him chuckle quietly.

‘I didn’t plan for anything to happen if that’s what you mean, Liv, but I was aware of the possibility that something might happen. You see, we entered into a professional relationship which would end at the same time as this final session, no more restrictions.’ I rolled my eyes and I heard him chuckle again. ‘Don’t be jealous, Liv, I can assure you I thought only of you.’

Despite the teasing in his voice, I smiled and nodded.

‘I should think so too.’

‘When she joined me in the gym she was dressed differently to her usual gym outfit. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap vest, not tight and figure-hugging, but quite loose, and tiny shorts.. As soon as I saw her, I thought of you demonstrating your push-ups last week and I confess I felt myself harden. I think she noticed because her smile changed from shy to confident and I realised she had planned for exactly that effect. Although she couldn’t have possibly known why short shorts would have such an effect on me.’

I could feel my pulse quicken, I no longer cared that he was talking about another woman, I only focused on his desire for me, that he was about to pretend he was with me. I was thrilled, happy to know he did want me after all. I shifted my attention back to his voice.

‘We ran through the usual workout, warming up on the bike and treadmill, strength exercises, punch bag, and skipping. She faced the mirror during her floor exercises, her eyes catching mine as she performed her push-ups, I followed her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror, her loose vest falling forward to reveal her breasts, her eyes then moving to her rear forcing me to look at her tight ass encased in those tiny shorts. I could see the material hanging loose and knew they would be easy to move aside. I started the countdown bringing her to the end of her reps and she leant back on her heels watching me in the mirror. Slowly she eased herself up into a downward dog, walking her hands up the mirror until she unfurled herself up slowly stopping halfway she caught my eye in the mirror again smiling slowly, seductively, almost inviting me to press myself against her. But not yet, not until our contract was over. I tore my eyes away and moved across to the treadmill setting it for a five-minute cool down.

‘She had brought her own skipping rope, asking me to check it was suitable for her own practice. It had smooth thick plastic handles rounded at the end and the rope could be retracted to vary the length. I was adjusting the length when she finished her cool down and joined me, taking it from my hands.

‘She said, “I guess that means an end to our beautiful relationship then.”

‘I nodded and replied, “Yes, we are all done here, you’ve done brilliantly.”

‘She hooked the skipping rope around my neck and pulled me towards her. As her lips approached mine, she whispered, “Good,” and kissed me. I was momentarily stunned, but not surprised. I held her head in my hands and returned her kiss, my tongue dancing around hers, exploring her mouth.’

I recognised my cue to join in, holding my left cheek in my right hand and inserting my thumb into my mouth. I closed my eyes, concentrating on his story to keep up with his directions.

‘Her hands released the rope and snaked under my shirt, tracing a pattern across my lower back and cupping my ass, squeezing and pulling me towards her. I picked her up wrapping her legs around my body and pulled her vest down, revealing her breasts, I slowly licked my tongue along the valley between her breasts up to her neck, sucking her chin and returning to her mouth.’

I ran my wet thumb over my chin to my chest, tracing a damp line down to the valley between my breasts and back up to my mouth, listening intently.

‘I lay her down on the bench press and stood over her. She looked frustrated and reached out for me. I took her hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?” I asked her. She nodded. “Do you like playing with this rope?” I asked suggestively. She nodded again, her breath catching in her throat. “Do you want me to play with the rope?” She nodded again, closing her eyes as I kissed her once more; she wrapped her arms around my body, trying to mould me against her. I pulled away, sitting on the end of the bench, and unhooked her right leg from around my waist, I placed her right hand around her ankle, weaving the skipping rope around them, binding them together.

‘Her eyes widened and I searched her face for consent. She nodded and closed her eyes. I passed the rope beneath the bench to the other side and bound her left hand to her ankle. Her knees were raised, her legs open, and she was restrained, unable to touch me. I lengthened the rope further and took the handle, running it along her body, tracing the contours of her legs, her inner thighs, skimming her shorts and up over her navel, between her breasts, and up to her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick the plastic handle, watching me as she did so. I pushed the handle into her mouth, dancing with her tongue as she sucked on it. I moved it gently in and out of her mouth as she groaned.’