The Finest Line (18 page)

He had refused to allow her to
reciprocate and bring him to climax in her mouth. “Whatever I’ve
got left in me is not going to be used up here.” James had told her
when he had managed to free his penis from her. “I’m having enough
trouble keeping up with you.”

This had been during her fourth
venture into this incredible new world of sex and she had learned
so much already. An eager student, she had coaxed James to
demonstrate several positions and was having trouble deciding her
favourite between two.

His bed, with its wrought iron
headboard, had proved a useful instrument in which she could employ
the flexibility of her body. Grasping it tightly, she had brought
her feet up to join her hands and when James had entered her, the
penetration was deep and slightly painful, taking her breath away
but allowing her to watch James fucking her. The sight alone of his
penis moving slowly in and out of her vagina had commissioned an
orgasm.

In contrast, the other position
offered her no view at all but afforded James plenty. On widely
spread knees and with her head resting on the bed she had offered
up her bottom and vagina for his inspection. James had decided that
they both looked very naughty and had given each a light
spanking.

Her vagina had received extra
punishment with James rubbing his penis against it while his
fingers worked her clitoris. Each time she had tried to push back
on to him, James had moved back and brought his palm down on her
burning cheeks several times. “When you learn to hold still,” James
had scolded her. “I might let you have what you want.”

Her eventual obedience had
earned her a hard fucking simultaneously with a hard spanking in
which her vagina rediscovered that first powerful orgasm.

Whilst running her hand gently
over her bottom, Mairead startled to feel a few lumps and blisters.
Even sitting on a soft mattress was painful and she couldn’t even
imagine what a chair was going to feel like.

Sneaking another peak at James’
penis, she decided that the pain was a fair price to pay for the
pleasure and she could probably afford a little more.

“Are you looking for bed bugs?”
James was looking at her through sleepy eyes.

Mairead giggled and dropped the
covers. “I think your penis likes me. He was waving to me.”

James grinned and shook his
head. “I think my penis is as masochistic as you are.”

Mairead pouted and looked sad.
“I think you’ve broken my bum too.”

James sat up. “Aw baby, lie down
and let me see.

Her smile was back and she
quickly obliged. James leant across her back, his weight on his
forearm while he moved the covers from her backside. Very gently he
ran his hand over her buttocks and felt the bumpiness of her lower
cheeks.

Mairead savoured his touch,
feeling her arousal grow stronger as his eyes and fingers explored
her. James patted her gently and rolled off.

“About what I expected, some
bruising, a few blisters and a little colour but all good.” He
grinned at her. “But I strongly advise good behaviour today because
another spanking is going to have a nasty sting.”

His matter of fact tone incensed
Mairead. “You would really still spank me even though you’ve
battered my poor backside to disfigurement?”

James grinned, “Without
hesitation.”

His answer was powerfully
arousing and Mairead could not suppress her smile. “I really am
weird aren’t I?

“Oh definitely,” James
agreed.

Mairead gaped and punched his
arm. “You’re supposed to say no.”

James laughed and moved closer
to her putting his arm across her back and drawing her to move onto
his chest. He embraced her with one arm, searching her face
lovingly, and smiled. “Spectacular was the word I was searching
for.”

Mairead blushed slightly and
grinned. “Yeah you were okay too.”

His eyes immediately narrowed.
“Okay? That’s really the word you want to use, remembering how very
uncomfortable your bottom is right now?”

She fluttered her lashes
innocently. “It’s just all so hard to comprehend. If I could just
have a little reminder, I know that I could definitely find the
right word.”

At the same time she was
crawling further on top of him, bringing her leg over his and
spying a slight grimace on James’ face. He allowed her to kiss and
suck his nipples before moving up to his neck, ears and mouth. His
breath expelled tremulously, “I just hope that your backside is
half as sore as my dick.”

Mairead was enjoying her attempt
at domination and looked at him evilly. “My arse is killing me but
my
pussy
is hungry and wants to be fed.”

James sighed. “Grab a
condom.”

Taking one from the bedside
table, she opened it and handed it to him, lifting up so he could
put it on. His hands returned and he put his arms behind his head,
“Whenever you’re ready.”

Annoyed at the disruption, she
refocussed to become the mean dominant woman with her slave at her
disposal. Summoning her most serious face she leaned down close to
his. “The welfare of your dick is of no concern to me except that
it is able to perform its duty which is obtaining my ultimate
pleasure and satisfaction.”

With that she lowered herself
onto him only to discover that his penis had grown as hard as an
iron bar and she cried out as it filled her.

James was grinning up at her.
“Allow me introduce you to a morning glory.”

And a glorious morning it was.
Mairead reflected on every part of it as she applied make-up in the
downstairs bathroom. The sex, a shared hot spa bath and a spanking
on her wet backside simply because she had thrown water on him
after he had dried himself off.

She smiled as she looked in the
mirror at the scene of the crime behind her. On each side of the
half moon spa, a tiled area fanned out to provide an area for bath
products, candles or for an annoyed man to sit comfortably whilst
he disciplined an errant nymph.

His prediction had been correct
and her punishment, though fairly playful was still very painful,
causing her to kick more water all over the bathroom floor. At the
conclusion he had provided her with a mop and bucket which she
resigned herself to accept.

She was applying her lipstick
when James came and stood behind her. He was dressed casually in
jeans, t-shirt and jacket with his sunglasses resting on his
head.

“Are you nearly ready?” There
was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Mairead glanced at him in the
mirror and maintained the same pace to finish her lipstick, pluck a
stray eyebrow and inspect her appearance thoroughly. “Are you in a
hurry?” she asked casually, straightening the hemline on her pale
yellow blouse.

“Not at all,” James replied.
“The last half hour of the movie should give us some idea of what
the story was about.”

Mairead grinned. “We could
always just stay here and make out.”

“And waste the efforts of your
two hour application of cosmetics to your pretty face?” James shook
his head. “I don’t think so and besides, unlike you, I do need a
rest.”

She sighed and pouted. “You
didn’t tell me that I was falling in love with a tired old
man.”

A little chill came over her as
she watched him come up behind her and pull her back against him.
He kissed her ear and whispered, “An old man that will tonight give
your clitoris a sound thrashing with my tongue if you’re a good
girl and your backside one if you’re not. Now get in the bloody
car.” Mairead could only tremble and nod.

During the drive into the city,
Mairead discovered that even the comfort of the Audi was
insufficient for a sore behind and she had to shift several times,
much to James’ amusement.

Later when they left the cinema,
Mairead gave James a glare. “Are you deliberately choosing
activities that involve sitting?”

James laughed. “Would you like
to suggest one that doesn’t?”

“I would,” Mairead nodded
decisively. “It’s called shopping.”

It was not the first time James
had accompanied her on a shopping trip, having escorted her several
times in his professional capacity. In their new relationship,
James was a little impatient after several boutiques.

“Go and do your own thing,”
Mairead suggested as James sighed when they stopped at yet another
shop. “Give me half hour and I’ll meet you at the buckets in Cuba
Street.”

“Keep your cap and sunglasses on
and don’t draw any attention,” James instructed. “And make sure
your phone is set to ring.” His eyes narrowed as a sheepish
expression crossed Mairead’s face. “Mairead, you did bring your
phone.”

“I forgot.” She sighed and
waited for the lecture which came loud and clear.

“I told you to take it off the
charger and put it in your bag just as we were going out the
door...”

“And I had to pee desperately
and when I got out I just forgot because you were rushing me.”
Mairead hurried to continue when she saw James take a breath for
the next part of his lecture. “It’s only half an hour and a hundred
metres to the buckets. I won’t need to ring you.”

James wasn’t happy. “You don’t
know your way around Wellington and I have no way to find you if
you go the wrong way.”

“I’m not going to go the wrong
way and everyone knows where the buckets are. I’ll just ask someone
if I’m so thick that I can’t find a landmark which we’ve past
several times today.” Mairead felt her own temper rising.

There was a long silence before
James looked at his watch and glared at Mairead. “Three o’clock at
the buckets. Do not be late.”

“Fine,” Mairead smiled thinly
and walked away. She hated parting with him like that probably more
than she hated being told what to do. It didn’t put her in a mind
for shopping.

Looking back she could see him
disappear into the crowded street and she had half a mind to run
after him. After a few seconds deliberation, she did just that
though kept her pace to a half jog, half power march. Keeping on
the same street she looked ahead to see if she could see him but
there were too many people.

The street led to an
intersection and Mairead looked up and down to see the slightest
hint of black hair above most heads about her. It was pointless and
she resigned herself to having to wait the half hour until he was
back. At least she could surprise him by already being at the
buckets when he got there.

Starting back the way she had
come, Mairead was quite clear of the route and within several
minutes she was admiring one of Wellington’s more quirky icons.

The fountain consisted of
several scooped red, yellow and blue buckets set into a metal frame
at different heights. It rose from a stone and tiled rectangular
pool which captured the water. As the top bucket filled, it tipped
to allow water to cascade into the bucket beneath which in turn
tipped to fill lower buckets. The process was continuous and
attracted a regular audience.

Mairead found a dry spot on the
tiles and sat down. She still had fifteen minutes to wait but she
didn’t mind. There was so much to reflect upon and just enjoy a
little solitude whilst surrounded by people. No one was taking any
notice of her and an afternoon spring sun was warming her face.

She felt at ease enough to
remove her cap and push her sunglasses to the top of head. The
bucket’s audience was being diverted to an irate mother who was
trying to get a little boy out of the shallow pool. He was
successfully dodging her each time she made a grab at him and
giggling as he continued to splash about in the water.

Mairead laughed with a few
others and was tempted to join in the fun, imagining the look on
James’ face when he returned. Eventually the mother claimed her
very wet child, whose delighted face remained unchanged as she
scolded him. His triumphant grin made everyone laugh until his mum
could only shake her head and laugh too.

Mairead was grinning too when
she became aware of someone come close to her and partially shadow
her sun. “About time you got here.” She said haughtily looking up
and shading her eyes.

Her hand dropped away with her
smile as she stared at the man gazing down at her.

“I got here as soon as I could.”
Mark Lewis was grinning. “Hullo Kiwi girl.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

He was still smiling while
Mairead was unable to speak. She could only look at him and
remember how his face had leered over hers, his hands invading her
and destroying her underwear.

His eyes were clear now, blue
and piercing under a defined brow. His thin mouth still sported a
few days growth of blonde hair on his upper lip and chin. His hair
had been cut almost boyishly and a blonde fringe was wisped to the
eyebrow. He was undoubtedly attractive but her memory of him was
distinctively ugly.

When he spoke he still had that
slow, quiet and menacing tone. “The gods are good Mairead. The
virgin price was paid and here you are.”

“Fuck your virgin price.”
Mairead found an angry voice. “I left the money behind and if you
didn’t get it, then I will send it to you. Just give me an
address.”

Mark laughed quietly, “You and I
have more than one business deal to negotiate and I didn’t really
expect to be conducting it here in Wellington.” His face creased
into a humourless smirk. “I had planned to catch up with you next
week... in North Shore.”

Mairead cringed to hear his
knowledge of her home. “Stay away from me. I could have had you
charged for what you tried to do to me but...”

“But that would have involved
the police and the media,” Lewis leaned in until his face was close
to hers. “And we both know that you wouldn’t like that. I doubt
they would have taken your word over mine, especially after the
show you put on.”

“I was drunk,” Mairead glared at
him. “That didn’t give you the right to do what you did to me.”