four stores he wanted me to go to. He told me John knew where to
take me, and that the shops were expecting me. They all had his
account information and would be very happy to help me use it.
After hours of shopping and being pampered, I finally
managed to pick a dress, and some shoes. The dress was black and
reminded me of something Jackie O would have worn. It was made
of satin and hit me just below my knee. It was kinda plain with
capped sleeves and scooped neck. The waist was tight and it bloused
off my hips just a bit. I saw myself wearing my hair in a bun, and my
new earrings.
“That was exhausting,” I said to John as I got in the car. He
laughed.
“I never met a woman that didn’t like shopping, Miss
Chandler.”
“I like shopping, but spending someone else’s money, isn’t as
fun as I thought.” I looked out the window.
“Hey John, do you mind taking me by Mr. Hasting’s office? I
would like to show him my dress.”
“I don’t mind taking you wherever you would like to go, Miss
Chandler.”
I got off the elevator and walked down the hallway with my
dress in a long garment bag over my shoulder. I stopped at the first
desk and waited for the young girl to get off the phone.
“Yes. Can I help you?” she was polite enough.
“Hi. I’m here to see Mr. Hastings.” She stood up.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Ah, no.”
“Well he doesn’t see anyone without an appointment. He has
a full schedule.”
“Oh, I know. But can you just call and ask him. I will just take
a second.” She smiled.
“I’m sorry Miss, but he doesn’t have a second. If you would
like to see him, I suggest you call and make an appointment.” I was
about to walk away when Marcy rounded the corner talking to two
other women.
“Miss Chandler….nice to see you again,” she said. I stopped.
“Nice to see you too. Please call me Norah.”
“Did you have a lunch date with Mr. Hastings?” she asked.
“No, I just bought this dress for dinner tomorrow night and
wanted to show him, but I guess he’s really busy.” I pointed back at
the other receptionist. Marcy looked over at her.
“He’s not too busy for you, come with me,” she took my hand
and walked up to the desk.
“Clare, this is Norah Chandler, Mr. Hastings girlfriend, if she
ever comes here to see him, you now have strict orders that no
matter what he is doing, call me, he always wants to see her.” Clare
nodded.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know Mr. Hastings had a girlfriend, he
never brings them in to meet us, and his dates don’t usually make it
to a second date.” Marcy took my hand and we walked down the
hall.
“That’s true ya know. He never brings in anyone to meet us.
And all of the women he has ever brought to dinners or fund raisers,
we never see again. Most of the secretary pool have tried to get his
attention. Some people even thought he might be gay. Models,
socialites and actresses have always seemed to be his taste. You
must be special if you have made it to girlfriend status.”
“Well I don’t know if I would consider myself his girlfriend, I
mean we live together, so...” but before I could finish she started
talking again.
“You live together? You mean…” she put her hand over her
mouth, and grabbed the hand of one of the other women she was
walking with, “Did you hear that, Becky? They’re engaged!” I started
shaking my head, but she picked up the phone on her desk and
spoke to Liam over the intercom. She hung up and waved me in. I
was getting ready to say something when he opened his office door.
“Sweet Norah, how nice to see you, darling,” he held his arms
out and I walked to him. Instead of hugging him, I just pushed him in
his office. “This is unexpected, but I like it,” he leaned down to kiss
me.
“Liam I just messed up, I think,” I gulped.
“What? How much was the dress?” he asked.
“It isn’t the dress.” I pointed back to the door. “Marcy called
me your girlfriend, and I told her I wasn’t exactly your girlfriend, that
we lived together,” I looked back at him, “and now she thinks we’re
engaged.” I lowered my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he sat back on his desk and crossed his arms
over his chest. I looked up at him.
“For making her think we’re engaged. She’s out there telling
the entire secretary pool right now.”
“So? I’m well aware of my secretary’s gossip habits. Does it
bother you?” he didn’t seem mad at all and picked up a file from his
desk.
“It only bothers me, if it bothers you. I don’t want you to
think I’m asking for anything,” I put my hand over my heart. He
looked up at me.
“Do you think I’m sleeping with other women?” he tilted his
head to the side. I honestly hadn’t thought about it since our
conversation months ago. “You do live with me, right? You are in my
bed every night. And you are my date, so I would conclude that you
are in fact my girlfriend.” I nodded and mouthed okay.
“But girlfriend and fiancés are different things,” I stated.
“Yes, girlfriend sounds like I am taking you to the school
dance on Friday night. Fiancée sounds much more grown up and
permanent.” He put the file on the desk. “Do you want to marry me,
Norah?” he asked as he was signing some paperwork on his desk. He
wasn’t even looking at me.
“Do you want me to marry you?” I answered with a question.
He looked up at me.
“Don’t turn it on me, I’m asking you, do you have any desire
to marry me?” I didn’t understand, was he proposing or taking a
survey?
“I don’t understand the question,” I said. “Are you asking me
to marry you?”
“No. I’m asking if you want to marry me, there’s a
difference.”
“Well I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think our relationship was
going down that road, so I haven’t thought about it.” He nodded his
head.
“Well what road do you think this relationship is going
down?”
“I guess I really don’t have a word for it.”
“Okay, show me your dress,” he moved to the next topic like
we had just been talking about the weather. I laid the bag across the
chair, unzipped it and pulled it out. “Stunning, very classy. You’re
going to look lovely, as always.” I nodded not really knowing what I
wanted to say. “Is that all you needed? I need to get some things
done.” I shook my head and zipped back up the bag. I walked toward
the door and he touched my arm. “How did you feel this morning?” I
knew he was talking about the plug.
“I felt…..fine.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to tonight,” he kissed my
forehead and walked back to his desk. I wasn’t sure ‘looking forward
to it’ would be the words I would use about tonight, but ‘get it over
with’ might be appropriate.
Later that night I stood in his bedroom, wearing only my
robe. He had been in the bathroom for a few minutes and I was
beginning to lose my nerve. He walked out looking like a sex God. He
wore a white pair of silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. They
hung off his hips in that way that shows just enough of him. I could
see the short, soft light brown patch of hair that began just below his
navel. Watching him walk to me, I forgot all my nervousness. I knew
he would take care of me. He would never give me more than he
thought I could handle. He took my hand and we walked through the
house down to the basement.
When he opened the door I gasped. The room was
illuminated by candles, and most of the equipment was gone.
He slowly removed my robe and I stood naked while he ran
his hands over my body. His hands came to the front of my chest and
he held his hand out for me. I looked over my shoulder and he
nodded for me to take it. I opened my hand under his and he placed
something that felt like a chain in my hand. He moved his hand and I
opened mine. It was a long silver chain with silver fringe. It looked
like something a belly dancer would wear.
“I would like you to wear this tonight…..and only this.” He
took it from me and wrapped it around my waist. It hung right at my
hips. I shook my hips just a bit and I could hear a slight clanging noise
from the fringe. I laughed a little. “Do you like it,” he touched me. His
hands moved with my hips.
“I do, thank you.” He walked me to the middle of the room,
and turned to face me and ran his hands over my breasts and down
to my hips again.
“Do you know what a safe word is, Norah?” I shook my head.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but this is going to be a little
painful for you at first. Should it ever get to the point you can’t
handle it, or want to stop, you must say ‘Yellow’. Do you
understand?” I nodded. “I need to hear it, Norah.”
“Yes, I understand, ‘Yellow’ is the safe word.” He leaned
forward like he was reaching for something. “Why can’t I just say
stop you’re hurting me?” He laughed a little.
“Believe it or not, sometimes in the heat of passion you can
say things you don’t mean, like ‘stop your hurting me’. Maybe it
really does hurt and you want to stop,” then he stepped closer to me
and pressed himself against my sex. “Or maybe it feels so fucking
good you just don’t think you can handle it.” He stepped back. “A
safe word removes the doubt. If you say, ‘yellow’, I know you are
really in pain and really want to stop.” He moved around me and
turned the sybian on and started playing around with the remote.
Then he looked at me. “You ready?” he asked like he was asking if I
was ready to go get some dinner. I nodded.
He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. “This is
going to be fun, Norah, stop looking so scared.” He turned my body
and nudged me to step up. ‘Fun’, wasn’t the word I would use,
maybe fun for him, but I was extremely nervous. I took two steps up,
and moved my body over the saddle. He turned it off and moved my
hips to where he wanted them. “You look so sexy, baby.” He kissed
my neck and moved my hair from shoulders. He was standing behind
me and I could feel his partially erect penis in my lower back. Soft
piano music started playing over the speakers and I closed my eyes
trying to relax. He ran his hands over my body and caressed my
breasts. He pressed himself in my back and moved his hand slowly to
my sex. His fingers found my clit and I rocked against them. He kissed
the back of my neck and caressed my breast with his other hand. His
mouth moved down my back, to my hips and then back up to my
shoulders. Once I was wet and on the verge of coming, he pulled his
fingers away. He ran his hands down my thighs and back up again. I
felt the vibrator come on under me, and I opened my eyes.
He had the remote in his hand, then he placed it back down
so I couldn’t see it. It was moving slow, slow enough to keep me wet,
but not fast enough to make me come. I rocked my hips against it
and leaned forward a bit. “That’s it Norah. Feel it, baby.” He let me
move forward and rest my hands in front of me. I kept moving my
hips against the sybian and his hand kept caressing my breasts.
His erection pressed in my back and he rubbed himself
against me. The speed got faster and I moved my hips faster. Then it
got even faster, and I was on the verge of coming.
“I’m gonna come, Liam,” I panted. He pulled me up right and
pressed me against him. His face was right in line with my neck as his
hands traveled down to my sex.
“Come for me, Norah. Come baby,” he breathed. I arched my
back and let it happen. I moved my hips slower and slower as I came
down from this amazing feeling. He slowed the sybian back to a very
slow pace. “Did you like that?” I nodded and hummed my yes. I was
surprised how fast I came.
This machine didn’t mess around, it got right to the point. I
could see with the different speeds how he could drag it out, or
make it as fast as he wanted. I smiled imagining the future sexual
torture I could experience with this thing. His hands left my body,
and then returned to my hips. “Raise up a bit and slide back.” I did as
he asked. He ran his hand over my sex taking my moisture and
