- GREG

 

I TURNED OFF THE main road onto a quiet lane. About half a mile down I pulled up on a track that ran into a ploughed field, blocked by a bent and rusty steel gate. I’d told her to be patient but my patience was running out.

“What are we doing?” she asked, sounding nervous.

I put my hand on her thigh again. “This,” I replied, stroking slowly higher, loving the feel of her soft skin, the warmth of her as she shivered slightly in her seat, arching her head back.

“What if someone sees?” she asked as a car drove past behind us.

“They didn’t even look this way,” I said, nudging her skirt up, easing her knees apart. “Shame really as they’d see something stunning.”

“What?”

“You.” I reached across as I said the word, kissing her neck lightly, finding her clit at the same moment, circling it as she rocked in place, her body shifting in rhythm with my hand.

“We shouldn’t,” she muttered, her words turning into a gasp when I pushed a finger slowly into her wetness.

“Yes, we should,” I replied, kissing her neck again. “You keep sounding surprised that you want this. You are allowed to have desire, to want things.”

I looked down at her pussy, my cock throbbing at the view of her, how wet she’d become just from my brief touch. She looked down too, seeing the bulge in my trousers. Her eyes widened at the sight. She suddenly looked hungry.

I found her clit again, moving faster, ignoring the outside world, concentrating on bringing her to orgasm.

It took no more than a couple of minutes of pleasure and I observed her closely when her climax hit. Her body had moved towards my hand, her back arched, her mouth open, her chest heaving. “Keep doing that,” she muttered and I obeyed, loving the feel of her pussy gripping around my fingers, my other hand on her clit, bringing her ever closer.

“Come for me,” I whispered in her ear. “Come for me right now.”

“I’m coming!” she cried as she bucked suddenly in place, her whole body shaking, her cheeks flushing with colour, her eyes wild. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

I let my hands slow their movements, kissing her softly on the lips as her body shook and her breathing gradually returned to normal.

Without being told, she reached across to me, fumbling at my zipper with shaking fingers. As she reached inside it was my turn to lean back, seeing how bold she’d become in such a short space of time. She leaned down from her seat, finding my cock with her warm fingers, drawing it out of the gap in my trousers, enveloping it with her mouth a second later. Her lips were burning hot and wet, her breathing making me tingle as she worked her tongue over my shaft, swallowing as much of me as she could until she gagged on my length.

I thrust upwards into her mouth, needing to come, impatient to do it in her mouth. She learned with each motion, hearing the noises coming from me with each flick of her tongue. “Like that,” I said. “Keep still.”

Grabbing her head, I fucked her mouth, shoving her down onto my shaft and then lifting her again. “Get ready, here it comes. Oh fucking hell, don’t stop doing that.”

The movement of her tongue slowed as she slid me over her lips, in and out several times before slamming down until I was all the way in her. My cock responded at once to the sensation, an orgasm racing through me a second before I spurted deep into her throat. I held her in place, thrusting a final time as the last drops poured onto her tongue, leaving her licking her lips as I lifted her head so she could slide free.

She gasped for air as I stared at her in disbelief. “I thought you were innocent,” I said with a smile. “You had me fooled.”

“I guess I had myself fooled as well.”

“I guess you did.” I glanced at the time on the dash. “We need to get going if we’re going to get there in time.”

“Where are we going?” She started fiddling with her seat belt as I started the engine.

“Chatsworth.”

“Where they filmed Pride and Prejudice?”

“The very same.”

It felt odd to talk like this was a normal vacation when I could smell her on me and my taste was probably still in her mouth but somehow it worked. It was also odd to think that this was the first time I’d come anyway near a woman and still felt something for her afterwards.

Normally, I was bored as soon as my orgasm was dealt with but this time I was finding it hard to keep my eyes on the road, I kept glancing across at her, picturing my cock in that pretty mouth again, her grinding down on me. A plan came to mind and I smiled, no need to tell her until it happened. I made a mental note to take the bag from the trunk into Chatsworth Hall with me.

“It seems a long way,” she said after a couple of hours driving. “Isn’t it back in England?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why not do it before Scotland?”

“I like driving in the Bentley and this gives me a good excuse to rack up the miles.”

“I see.” She twisted in her seat, her eyes closing. Within minutes she was asleep and I found it even harder not to look at her. She looked angelic like that, her eyes closed, her hands curled under her legs. No angel would wear a skirt that rode up like that though.

She woke up about ten minutes before we got to Chatsworth and was still yawning as we walked into the mansion.

“What’s in the bag?” she asked, noticing it dangling from my hand.

“You’ll see in a couple of minutes.”

I waited until we were alone. We were deep in the house and the other visitors seemed to have faded away. “In here,” I said, motioning towards a doorway.

Inside was a bedroom with a huge four poster bed behind a velvet rope. Perfect.

I closed the door behind us. It creaked loudly as it moved. I doubted it had been closed for a long time. “What are you doing?” she asked.

I turned to look at her. “What would you do if I said this was our bedroom for the night?”

“Not get much sleep, I’m guessing.”

“Would you like me to fuck you?”

She blushed deep red, taking a tiny step backwards as if she was afraid of me. “What?” she asked in a whisper.

I took a step closer to her, opening the bag as I did so. “Would you like me to fuck you?”

“I don't know,” she said, unable to make eye contact.

“Look at me when you talk. I know you want me to. Why not just admit it?”

"I can't."

"Then I'll decide for you."

I grabbed her and shoved her onto the bed, ignoring her gasp of surprise. Pushing her onto her front, I had the rope already in my hand, looping it around her wrist before she knew what was happening.

With her arms bound to the top of the bed I moved down, doing the same to her ankles, leaving her trapped in place while I lifted her skirt to expose her pert little ass to my gaze. “Anyone could come in at any moment,” I said, moving across to the armchair and sinking into it. “How does that make you feel?” She looked as if she was changing her mind but it was too late.

“Afraid.”

“There’s no point struggling, you’ll only end up hurting yourself.”

“Go to hell,” she snapped. “Let me go. Now!”

“You should relax. Some people would pay a fortune to be where you are right now.”

“Then do it to them. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Where would be the fun in that?”

In the minutes that followed, she became more afraid. By the time I was sitting on her thighs, slapping the crop down on her ass, she was terrified but not of me, not of what I was doing. Instead, she was clearly terrified of her own feelings, of how intense they had become.

I could tell just from looking at her that her fight to free herself wasn’t about escaping me, it was about her fear of becoming who she really was. In those few minutes I made a decision that would change my life.

I decided she would be mine forever. Two days together. A single night. Yet I knew. I'd known since seeing her at the parsonage, that fear and desire combined in her look. That stunning beauty, everyone else paling beside her. I had never been so certain of anything. I could no longer imagine a life without her in it. No one else would ever have the impact on me that she was having in such a short spell of time. The crop would bring out the real her, speed up the process of getting her over that bullshit modesty. It was exactly what she needed, the only way to break free of her fears. The fear of being caught would enhance the moment, already intense beyond measure.

The redness of her ass took away my control. The sight of it did for me. I had to be in her. I could wait no longer. “No,” she muttered. “Not here, please.”

“You say no but your body says yes,” I replied, reaching down and pushing a finger into her wetness. “Your body is more honest than you. You’ve needed this for a long time and it’s too late to start acting shy. You asked to be shocked, you asked to be brought into my world. This is it. You’re here now and you’re not leaving until I’m done with you. Now I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to feel every inch of me and I’m not stopping until I’m done with you.”

“Please-”

“No more begging or I use the crop again.”

But just as I was sliding between her legs and hearing that moan of hers that I so loved, the door began to open.

I had the ropes untied in under a second. I shoved the shutters open and was lifting her out the window before the door had even finished swinging open.

We walked through the garden like the most sensible couple in the world, me laughing at how close we'd come to being caught. She laughed too but there was a nervous tension to it, as if she wasn't sure whether or not to be scared of me. The laugher died when we reached the car. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she said, sounding shocked. “We almost got caught. What would they have said? We'd end up in prison.”

“Almost is the important word there. We almost got caught. Lucky you're with someone who checks windows are unlocked first.”

She fell silent for a moment. “You’re a bad influence on me. I would never do something like that.”

“You literally just did. And you’re the one wandering around with no panties on so maybe time to stop sounding like such a prude and admit you enjoyed that.”

"Are you always this arrogant?"

I shrugged. "You're just pissed because I know you better than you know yourself. You should thank me. I'm giving you your freedom."

“You gave me a heart attack and a red ass, that's not the same thing.”

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"

"I didn't say that," she whispered, as if afraid of saying it out loud.

"Good." I had to fuck her. I could wait no longer.

I drove like a lunatic to that night’s hotel. “Your room is not quite ready yet,” the receptionist said. “We were not expecting you until after six.”

“We got finished sooner than expected,” I replied as Rachel stifled a laugh.

“If you’d like to wait in the lounge, I’ll call you the instant the maid has finished.”

Rachel finished charging her phone while we waited, wincing as she turned it on to an immediate voicemail from her parents.

“They’re coming over tomorrow morning,” she said, still listening to the phone. “They want to know where I’ll be tomorrow night.”

“Jamaica Inn,” I replied. “Cornwall.”

“I know it’s in Cornwall,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me as her phone began to buzz. “It’s them,” she said, turning away from me. “Hi, Mom.”

I left her to the call, collecting a couple of drinks from the bar and bringing them back a minute later.

She was already done with the phone and looked upset. Taking she glass from me, she downed it in a single gulp. “Everything all right?” I asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay. What do you want?”

“Another drink.”

“Done.” She drank it too quickly. “You might want to slow down,” I said as she asked for another.

“I decide what’s good for me, not you,” she replied with a scowl.

Within half an hour she was drunk enough to talk, slurring her words slightly and swaying in her seat as she talked. “They want me to marry someone,” she said out of nowhere, her glass falling from her fingers and thudding into the cushion of the armchair next to hers. “Someone I don’t love.”

“Oh,” I replied. “I see.”

“Do you? Ever been told you had to marry for money because your family is broke and you’re apparently the meal ticket to sort everything out?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Well that’s my life. I’m a virgin who’s falling for a tour guide who lives in another country and tomorrow I’ll have my parents trying to persuade me to go home and marry Ian. What kind of a name is that anyway? I don’t want him. I want you and I want my first time to be memorable and-”

“Your room is ready,” a voice said behind me.

“Come on,” I said to Rachel. “Let’s go up.”

She took my hand and allowed me to lead her upstairs and into the bedroom. Almost at once she lunged at me. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Kiss me,” she said. “I need it.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Fuck me. You know you want to. Come on and do it. I’m ready.”

I shook my head. “Not when you’re this drunk.”

“You don’t want to?”

“Of course I want to but if you want your first time to be memorable, getting this drunk is only going to make it memorable for the wrong reasons.”

“You don’t want me.”

I was furious but not with her, with myself for not stopping her. I should have taken charge of her. She had polished off one glass of whiskey after another and her tolerance was nowhere near as high as mine. I was still thinking clearly enough to know that even as my body ached for her, it was a bad idea. She would wake up tomorrow morning knowing I took advantage of her.

In my old life I wouldn’t have cared but with her things were different. I wanted things to be different. I wanted to be her first and I wanted it to be perfect. I was changing. I’d been so impatient to fuck her and there she was begging me to do it and I was turning her down.

“Let’s put you to bed,” I said as she started turning pale.

“Why’s the room spinning?”

“Because you drank half a loch of whiskey in about half an hour.” I didn’t add that it was because her parents clearly had no desire to let her live her own life.

Could I do anything different? If they showed up tomorrow and persuaded her to go home what could I do about it? I wouldn’t be able to stop them without using force and that would only delay the inevitable.

I gently placed her on the bed and then wrapped the blankets around her. “I don’t feel so good,” she said, lunging up and kissing me on the lips. “You’re handsome.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “I’ll get you some water.”

“You’re good to me. Why are you so good to me?” Her words were slurred and quiet, her eyes shut.

“You deserve it.”

She was already asleep. I doubted she even heard my reply. I looked at her and clenched my fists. That one phone call had ruined everything. I had a perfect plan worked out but their call had scuppered it all.

I sat in the armchair and watched her sleep, thinking about the day, the ups and downs of the tour so far. I made a decision a few minutes later. When I let her make her own decisions she got so drunk she almost passed out and begged me for sex. I was going to have to be cruel to be kind and take control of this situation before it got out of hand.

I would also have to teach her a lesson. That ass of hers had met the crop but tomorrow it would meet my hand for back to basics discipline. That way she would see how important it was to keep control and not get so drunk she pretty much passed out.

If she was to go home, I couldn’t do anything about that but I could make sure to show her what life would be like if she stayed over here with me. It would involve pain and pleasure like nothing she’d ever find elsewhere. It would also involve her parents backing the fuck off. What was it she’d said? She was falling for her tour guide. That was it. Was that the alcohol talking or did she mean it?

I slept next to her that night, vowing that tomorrow would be different than today. It would be as I commanded whether she liked it or not. It would be for her own good. Submitting to me would teach her a lesson she needed. If it was also fun for me too? Well, that was just a happy bonus.