you want to get a room?’
‘What? At these prices?’
‘I can put it on account.’
‘How do you do that?’
‘I have Daddy’s code word. All I have to do is tell the staff. It covers room, dinner, everything.’
‘Tell me the code word.’
‘No.’
‘Tell me.’
‘No. You’d only abuse it.’
‘How would I abuse it?’
Lorna narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Bringing women here and things like that.’
‘Do you think I’m seeing other women?’
‘I’m sure you do.’
‘You’re wrong. The only woman I’m seeing right now is you.’
‘Right now?’
‘Tell me the code.’
The room in the Ritz was enormous. It had a marble mantelpiece, elegant sofa, furniture of polished mahogany and heavy red velvet curtains. The gold tie-ropes for the curtains were missing. These had been used, at Lorna’s suggestion, to tie her wrists to the enormous king-sized bed. She lay face down on the bed, nude but for her black stockings and suspenders. Her ankles were similarly tethered, with her legs stretched wide apart, but with the white cotton belts from the bathrobes supplied by the hotel.
Duncan, having carefully tied the knots as requested, was slowly undressing. He’d had more Chablis than soup, and the wine had made him heady. The sight of her peachy pink bottom already had him on fire. He was hard as a rock. He was just determined not to rush things.
‘I’m not telling you the code,’ Lorna said, petulantly.
‘Did I ask again?’
‘I’m not telling you, so don’t ask.’
‘Okay.’
‘So don’t ask.’
You’re being slow , thought Duncan. She actually wants me to make her spit it out.
Naked, he got on to the bed with her and ran his index finger slowly down the length of her spine. ‘Well tell me this, Lorna. How is it that an eighteen-year-old girl has such . . . sophisticated sexual tastes?’
She sighed. ‘Kiss my neck. Daddy has a Betamax with a nice collection of what he calls foreign art films.’
‘Foreign art films?’
‘Hmmm. Do that again. He keeps them locked in his office. But his estate manager cut me an extra key in return for a favour.’
‘I can imagine what that favour was. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?’
‘Yes. I am. And we know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we?’ She swayed her bottom a little, as if to tell him what she wanted. Instead he kissed her neck and ran his tongue down her spine. When she purred, he spanked her buttock hard.
She cried out. But then said, ‘You can spank me harder.’
He slapped her again, this time raising a neat red handprint on her white buttock. She tensed but pushed her bottom in the air for more. She purred again and he rewarded her with another slap. With each slap he pushed his way a little further inside her.
‘You’re divine,’ she said.
He nibbled the side of her neck and gently bit her shoulders. He reached round to pull at her nipples, which had become like hard berries. She shuddered under him. He’d never known a woman who could come so easily.
He had her spread out like a starfish and she occasionally pulled at the restraints as if she wanted to break free, but would give in and bury her face back in the pillow. At last he came inside her and lay face down on her back, feeling their sweat mix and cool under his body.
They lay like that for a long time. Eventually she said, ‘You okay?’
‘Now give me the code.’
‘Ha! Not a chance. You should have wrung it out of me. Don’t you know a woman will give you anything just before she comes?’
‘Really?’ He climbed off her and moved across to the shower. He switched it on and above the sound of the rushing water he heard her call to him.
‘Untie me, Duncan. I want to get in there with you.’
He ignored her and stepped into the shower. When he switched it off, she was still calling him.
He got dressed quickly.
‘Where are you going?’
‘I have a meeting. I’ll be back in an hour or two.’
‘Untie
‘What? At these prices?’
‘I can put it on account.’
‘How do you do that?’
‘I have Daddy’s code word. All I have to do is tell the staff. It covers room, dinner, everything.’
‘Tell me the code word.’
‘No.’
‘Tell me.’
‘No. You’d only abuse it.’
‘How would I abuse it?’
Lorna narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Bringing women here and things like that.’
‘Do you think I’m seeing other women?’
‘I’m sure you do.’
‘You’re wrong. The only woman I’m seeing right now is you.’
‘Right now?’
‘Tell me the code.’
The room in the Ritz was enormous. It had a marble mantelpiece, elegant sofa, furniture of polished mahogany and heavy red velvet curtains. The gold tie-ropes for the curtains were missing. These had been used, at Lorna’s suggestion, to tie her wrists to the enormous king-sized bed. She lay face down on the bed, nude but for her black stockings and suspenders. Her ankles were similarly tethered, with her legs stretched wide apart, but with the white cotton belts from the bathrobes supplied by the hotel.
Duncan, having carefully tied the knots as requested, was slowly undressing. He’d had more Chablis than soup, and the wine had made him heady. The sight of her peachy pink bottom already had him on fire. He was hard as a rock. He was just determined not to rush things.
‘I’m not telling you the code,’ Lorna said, petulantly.
‘Did I ask again?’
‘I’m not telling you, so don’t ask.’
‘Okay.’
‘So don’t ask.’
You’re being slow , thought Duncan. She actually wants me to make her spit it out.
Naked, he got on to the bed with her and ran his index finger slowly down the length of her spine. ‘Well tell me this, Lorna. How is it that an eighteen-year-old girl has such . . . sophisticated sexual tastes?’
She sighed. ‘Kiss my neck. Daddy has a Betamax with a nice collection of what he calls foreign art films.’
‘Foreign art films?’
‘Hmmm. Do that again. He keeps them locked in his office. But his estate manager cut me an extra key in return for a favour.’
‘I can imagine what that favour was. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?’
‘Yes. I am. And we know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we?’ She swayed her bottom a little, as if to tell him what she wanted. Instead he kissed her neck and ran his tongue down her spine. When she purred, he spanked her buttock hard.
She cried out. But then said, ‘You can spank me harder.’
He slapped her again, this time raising a neat red handprint on her white buttock. She tensed but pushed her bottom in the air for more. She purred again and he rewarded her with another slap. With each slap he pushed his way a little further inside her.
‘You’re divine,’ she said.
He nibbled the side of her neck and gently bit her shoulders. He reached round to pull at her nipples, which had become like hard berries. She shuddered under him. He’d never known a woman who could come so easily.
He had her spread out like a starfish and she occasionally pulled at the restraints as if she wanted to break free, but would give in and bury her face back in the pillow. At last he came inside her and lay face down on her back, feeling their sweat mix and cool under his body.
They lay like that for a long time. Eventually she said, ‘You okay?’
‘Now give me the code.’
‘Ha! Not a chance. You should have wrung it out of me. Don’t you know a woman will give you anything just before she comes?’
‘Really?’ He climbed off her and moved across to the shower. He switched it on and above the sound of the rushing water he heard her call to him.
‘Untie me, Duncan. I want to get in there with you.’
He ignored her and stepped into the shower. When he switched it off, she was still calling him.
He got dressed quickly.
‘Where are you going?’
‘I have a meeting. I’ll be back in an hour or two.’
‘Untie
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